D'Sar walked throughout the compound. He was debating his time in the Tower. He walked past troops who were marching and practicing hand to hand combat. He sauntered by the mess hall, the barracks, and so forth. He was wondering what he was really doing here.
"This is not my home." he thought to himself. "This is merely borrowed space. To what end do I keep on here? The Tower are good warriors, yet there are so few these days to combat the uprising clans. Now the Dead Sea Pirates have gained strength. Everyday, there's a never ending battle to gain a foothold on both the realms and the lead as greatest clan of all evil... Why do I bother? Tower was never meant for me. It was something of wonderment when it was filled with what it was meant for...Sorcerers. The Tower of HIGH SORCERY. Now I've filled it with Vampires and Heucevas and Demons and all sorts of undead things. Where is the honour in that?", he queried of himself as he walked to the infirmary to see Alfred. His condition had worsened a bit. He was more withdrawn and silent than before. Only, at certain times, his mind reaches out to touch someone elses.
Darkstar pondered on, as he traversed past the infirmary, still contemplating what should be done to improve situations. "It wasn't but a short time ago that we were the kings of all we surveyed. Yet now after a scant few years and the loss of command rank officers like Keethrax, Nemesis, Orin, Dew, Porthios and the like, we're just not what we used to be. Age, foolishness or death took it's toll on them and now they are gone. What can be done now?" he mused.
"Perhaps you should call it a day, sir, and cut your losses...", called out a voice in his mind.
"Alfred?" Darkstar blurted into the air. No one was present to answer his query. "Alfred, is that you?" He asked.
"Yes sire... It seems my telepathy has increased exponentially. I no longer transmit mere images, but now entire sentences and thought pattern process'..." Alfred etherealy responded. "You needn't bother speaking your words... I can hear the thoughts you deem listenable."
Darkstar was in shock by the improvement in Alfreds abilities...but at what cost?
"Well Master D'Sar, if you must know...I can see all in the ethereal metaphysical world...but not the physical. Unfortunately, I have been rendered....quite blind."
"Alfred, old chum... How could I have let such fates befall you? I am responsible for ALL under my leatherish wing... Yet I have failed you... And the Tower." thought D'Sar, sullenly. "This can go on now further."
"Wait M'Lord... Don't beat yourself over this....times change. Before you do anything brash... I sense an ebbing in the Dark Force. There is a clan of the realms with no direction, ever since you were in that scuffle with its patron,and it needs guidance.
The realms no longer need a force of balance...they need the sides to be even and balance to be restored naturally over chaos.
The Silent Ravens Clan is a clan with misdirection. Seek them out to fortify your stronghold in your plight against your treacherous so called 'allies'.
Establish a relationship with their mortal leader, Duragon. Make sure you discuss this with your Captains first. As it would seem, General, the Dark Alliance is on the verge of civil war.
Alfred lectured as a father figure would... Only he seemed even more wise than before. This was no mere educated gentlemans gentleman anymore. He was much more than that. Almost an soothsayer.
" You are having issues with your allies, The Hellfire clan." Alfred continued. "The Obsidian Order plagues both such clans. The Dead Sea Pirates have grown in ranks and now threaten to bring more chaos than the near defunct Chaotic Warriors did. Let alone those upstarts of good, the Brethren of the Keen Strike who seems to have picked up the baton where the Master's of Magic had dropped it."
Alfred, physically seemed to be in a trance as the Lord of the Dark Manor finally strolled into sickbay to be at his bedside. The more he transmitted his thoughts to Darkstar, the colder the room became. The candles within began to blow violently in the wind. Alfreds body began to slowly rise above the bed. Outside the windows, the skies began to darken and the winds began to blow. Debris from the outside blew in swirls. Alfred...was evidently NOT the same.
" I sense major changes to come in the future of the realms. I cannot be sure how soon...but they are coming.
I have had visions of wild abominations of men, that seem to resemble dogs walking on two legs, striking 'neath the full moon and ravaging the lands.
I forsee a time when no one will understand one another.
I see the families of all four corners of the realms in turmoil.
I forsee drastic changes in the wake of massive storms. I see dark blood red skies that spark lightning, crimson in hue.
I see Clans removed from existence. Warriors lost in a riptide effect, transformed into nothingness. Mortal souls ripped from their fleshling shells. Children slaughtered for no cause at. ALL of them, whether they be good or evil."
Suddenly the light of the outside world returned, the winds died and the skies calmed as Alfred dropped back onto the bed. He sprange up and staring blankly into space with his blind eyes, he clutched D'Sars cape and with a tear in his eye, gasped the only words he would ever speak again:
"I SEE THE END OF US ALL!"
Alfred collapsed back onto the bed and grew silent. Exhausted, he passed out.
Darkstar stared at him dumbfounded. He knew not whether what Alfred had transformed into was either good or not. One thing was for sure... D'Sar was going to have to find a new man-servant. As it would seem...an Oracle was born.