The Oracle speaks:
In a smoke filled room deep in the clanhold the ancient creature opened its eyes. She scanned those assembled around her. From her breast arose a low deep throbbing sound. It was if an orchestra resided within her. It was a trick to be certain everyone listened carefully. That even the old were awake and alert. In a few moments the room itself vibrated from the deep base pounding emanating from the oracle. Suddenly it stopped and the oracles lips began to move.
Your people do not see the real danger. It embraces their souls while they look about themselves. They fear everything without, yet the enemy is rotting the souls of the people. They flail out at the outsiders, those they perceive as enemies. Yet it is among those enemies that the answers may be found, but only if the people can reach the power within themselves.
OK, time to get back to work.
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