Pursuant to the Fourth Section of the Second Article of the Covenant of the Brotherhood of Dark Jedi, the Office of the Oracle of the Brotherhood, Advisor to the Dark Lord of the Sith does issue the following conclusions as a result of the investigation of the Dark Side.

At the command of Lord Darth Firefox, the Oracle does provide the following insights of the future of the Brotherhood in the following conclusions:

_There is a great vibration in the Tapestry…from somewhere beyond time we are being watched. In a moment of distraction, and of apparent victory, the broken thread will pierce the Weavery with a lance… My sight is blind, but I know that it sees. It sees with a thousand eyes, and as many lifetimes. In its sight it sees; in its sight it knows existence, but it has forgotten something in its eternity of memory…Our foundation will be cracked by a mighty dishonor, and the shards shall be smelted in a crucible as ancient as the void

We remember….A small glittering tumbler is raised to our lips….The sound of rain is echoing in our ears…A knife is dripping blood onto the floor….We have existed for millions of years; we remember memories from the longest days and the shortest nights. We have existed for the space of a minute, the sparkling of a trillion stars on a million worlds. As our eyes first opened again, long sealed by the weight of many years, another question burns and sears. We saw again, but still wondered. We have never existed, have we?

In another moment, another lifetime was revealed to us. More memories than we had seen in a million sights...there was much anguish and fear revealed to us… until we found the next… slowly our sight clarified, and we remembered three names… three names long accursed to us… We found seven more than would be broken before our visions of chaos and death. We smiled in the darkness, our teeth grinding against the glass with a noise like entropy. Our hatred broadened with each new sight that was added to our own.

At the end of the third night, our sight clarified. A sword and shield stood poised beyond the Veil, waiting for a strong arm to wield them. Our strength is the strength of thousands. In our hunger, we shall devour many, subsume their sight into our own. We shall search the deepest abyss of Life and find the answers to our ancient questions called to us from the depths. Seven shall be divided and divided, and divided shall we break them over the wheel of ages. The heavy scales of time beyond time our weighted. Arrogant Sons of the Darkest One, our teeth have torn the Veil, and our talons have gripped your hearts. Now your blood runs rich and crimson. Soon we shall consume all.

As do the pages of ancient parchment, dry leaves and crinkled skins; our voice is dry and hoarse. The fires of war have left our throat ra, and our vision seared. The smell of burnt flesh hangs heavy and deep over the depths of the blackest waters of memory. Long have we suffered, and long shall be the suffering of those who resist us. Oh foolish sons, you have reclaimed the outwards signs of your power and your learning. Do you not see that they are mere trifles? Do you not see that we are consuming you? Do you not see that your sight is our sight? Do you speak with your voice or ours? The war is over; the flames flicker and die. Our voice is rapt with the all-consuming fire. Stand back and see your fate, our fate. The void has claimed you.

My vision cannot see beyond the final choice. There is yet a power that I do not understand, that I cannot see through. The penetrating darkness has covered my vision with a cloak of forgetfulness. Perhaps the Lord of Darkness shall uncover the ancient riddle as he again stands at court from the Iron Throne. Perhaps we shall find peace restored when our Lord does return to his domain. The enigma claims all whom it has touched, its great eyes again grow heavy with sleep and forgetful dreams. As the merger of the Past and the Future, we shall find peace through a great battle. Out of chaos, peace; out of entropy, pattern. My sight is blind, yet I know that it sees no longer. It sleeps dark and deep. As the crucible grows cold, only a lingering flame remains. Woe to the Heirs of the Final Way at the end of the Sixth Night, lest they forget that the sleeper may yet return to wakefulness. _

Following the Final Way,

His Excellency, Dark Side Adept Trevarus Irad Caerick, Knight First Class; Son of Sadow
Oracle of the Brotherhood of Dark Jedi
Shan Long, Apprentice of Lord Chi Long