The Mists of Ravenloft: The Grand Disjunction
Welcome, visitors, to the Demiplane of Dread.
Once, ages ago, there was a Vistani seer who prophesied a great calamity, the Grand Disjunction, that would destroy the Demiplane of Dread. It was told in six rhyming couplets, called Hyskosa’s Hexad after the seer who pronounced them:
The night of evil shall descend on the land.
When this hexad of signs is near at hand
In the house of Daegon the sorcerer born,
Though life, unlife, unliving shall scorn.
The lifeless child of stern mother found
Heralds a time, night of evil unbound
Seventh time the son of suns doth rise
To send the knave to an eternity of cries.
The light of the sky shining over the dead
Shall gutter and fail, turning all to red
Inajira will make his fortunes reverse
Dooming all to live with the dreaded curse
The bodiless shall journey to the time before
Where happiness to hate creates land and lore.
The Dread Lich Azlain nearly succeded in fulfilling this prophecy, but was foiled in his attempt.
But new signs and portents arise. The Mists crackle with eldritch energies. What was has become new again, and what has been is no longer. For rushing ever onward is