And things will get worse and worse and worse.
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You closed your eyes once more, and the kaleidoscope came back, though you quickly asserted your control over the orb.

You brushed aside the various images and potentials easily enough.

Threats, threats to Greifswald—that was what you were after, if not now, then in the future. There then came many a potential threat to your father's kingdom. The Mozolavian King, the Svengalians, dissatisfied nobles, and more… strange things, weird men with white hair leading other weird men up to some strange contraption with a butcher's knife, shouting religious leaders, knights of the order of the argent star, the pontiff, men who marched under a red banner bearing a scythe and a tool you did not recognise, a demagogue shouting in a dialect you found hard to understand, and strange merchants making backdoor deals, having something in their mouths like a stick.

This was too much, too vague, concentrating deeper; you tightened the time period to this century and the next. And what you saw was not a pretty sight.

Sixty to seventy years from now, there would come a threat unlike any other, not merely for Greifswald, but for the entire world; this threat would come not bearing sword or bow, but something far more sinister. A plague, one that would lay waste to entire towns, lay low the empires and kingdoms, and could even fell the hardy dwarves with a fell hand. This plague would spread like wildfire, leaving devastation in its wake and testing the resilience of humanity like never before. The future thus looked bleak, and misery would thus breed more misery.

While the plague would come for the world, in a more immediate vicinity, the unrest and strife that would come with it would give rise to another threat, one of sentient malice, a dark force, hungering for that which all evil hungers for: dominion.

As you tried to peer closer, the threads that made up the visions converged and split. Indicating their incompatibility clearly, only one of them would come to pass. Though you had wished it wasn't so, you tried to look at the one most likely, and your heart filled with dread.

For you saw:

>Avarice incarnate, the scales of the creature a sable black, it would claw its way out of the gold hoards, and with its fire, it shall scorch the land. Tribute it shall demand, and those who refuse will suffer its wrath.
>The tyrant of steel, borne amidst the ruin of its old life, would rise from its own desolation with an iron fist, crushing all who dared to defy its rule. Order and discipline are its mantra, and rebellions are swiftly extinguished in its wake. The people cower in fear, knowing that resistance is futile against the tyrant's regime of steel and blood.
>The nocturnal monarch, cloaked and hiding, the plague shall give unto them the chance to throw off their chains, and make constructs of bone march under its banner. The fanged nobles shall leave their castles and thus swear allegiance to their undead overlord.