Something a little different this year for the Moonraker predictions for next year. I was enjoying a fine pint of Startled Moorhen in the Horned Moon Coaching Inn, Sarum’s favourite watering hole, when I met Bobadamus, a distant relative of the famous predictor, Nostradamus. Bob has inherited his ancestor’s skills in telling the future and he agreed to use Nostradamus’s recently rediscovered Tarot cards to look at the year ahead and what it holds for the Kings of War community.
You will know that the earlier predictions were couched in somewhat ambiguous quatrains and Bob uses a similar style for his predictions. Anyway, here is what he came up with. Make of this what you will.
(Dont bother reading this if you don’t like riddles)
Many shall read these words
But some will not understand
For them, the veil will not be lifted
And they shall exclaim with a multitude of ducks
In the tenth month
Nigh on a century shall dance in the flames
Many shall come
But only one shall be chosen
Those crowned ones who dwell where the bear hangs by his tail in the sky
Shall conquer again
All shall fall beneath their swords
The very ground will curse their name
The Amazon with the rainbow tresses
Shall excel
On the battlefield …
… and in the taverns
Those who previously loved only the land
Shall have the scales lifted from their eyes
The seagulls will call
And the sea will welcome them
The regal one shall continue
With great success
The lesser ones shall fall
But some may prevail
The warrior of terram mare
Shall carry the rose red banner
On his meles meles
To victory
The stars will continue on their course
But the heavens will seem the same
He who was born from an egg
Shall conquer all again
He of mighty stature from the capital
Shall defy physics
Extracting two from thirty six
On an unfeasibly large number of occasions
Those who garden the celestial orb
Shall dazzle with their raiment
Gasps of wonder
Will follow them
He who comes from the white rose
Will shape a landscape
And fashion it
Beauteous to all eyes
The man from the bovine river crossing
Will impress all he meets with his kindness and charm
And then
He will slay them
The carpet vert and scarce stealpain
From the land that is red but be not a gem
Shall plan and execute
Many conflicts
The Mark of the Giant
Will assail the land
Many creatures shall become giant
And they will multiply in numbers
The tall man from the middle lands
Has much knowledge to impart
Sometimes
With slurred words
The law giver of the west will pontificate
His words of wisdom will be treasured by many who will sing his praises
Well, maybe some?
Possibly one or two?
The dwellers of the west
With he who sits in the siege perilous
Will bide their time
Awaiting the call to be big uns again
The Diceman cometh
Shield your eyes lest his raiment blind you
He shares tales of great success
And bitter woe
The populace of the south ready the halls
Awaiting the time when
The head of the beach
Shall march inland
Allow the Macedonian king
He will fight on
While the flash man
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