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'''Current of Fate''' is a [[Lore]] book added in [REDACTED] which serves as a bibliography of [[Forum:Anziluu, the Ravenous|Anziluu, the Ravenous ]], his [[Forum:Cult of Anziluu|Cult]] and the various Scribes of Anzû, serving as a rudimentary 9th Book of Sorrow. Entries are unlocked by finding books within the [[Forum:Realm of Apocrypha|Realm of Apocrypha]]. | '''Current of Fate''' is a [[Lore]] book added in [REDACTED] which serves as a bibliography of [[Forum:Anziluu, the Ravenous|Anziluu, the Ravenous ]], his [[Forum:Cult of Anziluu|Cult]] and the various Scribes of Anzû, serving as a rudimentary 9th Book of Sorrow. Entries are unlocked by finding books within the [[Forum:Realm of Apocrypha|Realm of Apocrypha]]. | ||
== | ==I—[[Forum:Abaarhis, Chieftain of Sorrow|Abaarhis]]—Paroxysmal== | ||
Verse 9:1 — Servitude | Verse 9:1 — Servitude | ||
I have seen the end of all things. As everything is calcified into a perfect state, I see what will be. | |||
And that it cannot be. | And that it cannot be. | ||
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This is as it must be. Aiat. | This is as it must be. Aiat. | ||
== | ==II—[[Forum:Darrik-7|Darrik-7]]—Contradiction== | ||
Verse 9:2 — Haste | Verse 9:2 — Haste | ||
I should not have found and opened that damned book. | |||
I can feel his words echoing throughout my mind. Scattered memories refract and reverberate in my metallic skull as the many voices of a choir sing their song. | |||
[[Vanguard|They]] had warned me not to drudge up ancient secrets within [[Moon|Luna]] from the [[The World's Grave|grave]]. But they didn’t say that an ancient God of Truth and Fate had tethered themselves within these books. | |||
The choir becomes louder by the minute. My mind begins to shatter. This isn't right. The Hive kill, but this one does not have that desire. This one wants to subjugate the minds of others to become scribes of these tomes. | |||
The scattered thoughts, they begin to move in unison. Ancient strings pull them together to make a singular thought. I see the book that I hold in my hands. | |||
It was fate that dictated I would find this tome. | |||
The choir falls silent. I know what I must do. I must use the tome to take me to this new realm of memory and fate. | |||