My dear friend Lee,

I’m hoping this this letter finds you in good health. I am conducting a dig on the Temple of the Endless Loom site we found last year, and we unearthed a rather perplexing document. The ancient Priests of the Loom were scant to write anything down, so this rare find is priceless. However, it was in the language of old. I’ve attached it with this message hoping your expertise in the ways of the Great Loom and lingustics can decipher its meaning.

Your humble servant,

Dr. Tashkent Nighttail, PhD

Dear Tashkent,
How many times have I told you to dispense with your formalities? We have been chums since the yonder day’s of childhood, so pray that I do not tell your wife of your pre-publescent escapades. I’m attached the translated document below:

The expedition. The delve. The search. The gathering. And the hunt.
The Weaver saw these, and awoke. It had been a long sleep, but such rousing of great power would require all the power of the almighty. These warriors, the five great, and the false one would wake her up once again. So she hearkened, to the great and magnanimous loyalists of the Old in the Temple of the Endless Loom, assembled to witness her magnificence, a message to the pagans of the future, those who would no longer believe in the True Way. The last gasps of the burning one and the five legends and the four traitors will be the first breathes of the nine champions and five greats. The false one shall seek out the crown of power, and he will have the gift of manipulation, but the shadows of his past will betray his weakness. The first great is the simple man, he will go on to ignore his destiny, for he knows he cannot succeed. The second is the deserter, he will hide from his destiny, for he is scared of the sacrifice he needs to make. The third is the folk hero, just as she accepts her fate, it will be taken from her. The fourth is the savant, he who can sooth with words, but his destiny will kill him. The fifth is the reluctant, he who refuses to fight nor too garner fame, but that is destiny, and it has been ignored two times already, and it will not be denied once again. So says the Weaver, so we might learn of the wisdom of our great goddess.

It seems it’s some sort of prophecy, most likely apocryphal. I think we, as sensible gentlemen, might both agree on the lack of truth behind this tale.

Your loyal servant,
L. Charleston