"So it is as we feared. War is inevitable. And what grand visions do you see now, O Oracle? What fortune lies in wait? Who amongst us shall stride victorious, triumphant, and who amongst us will die forgotten, consigned to the flame and cast into the inferno?" The High Councilor spoke, and the clamor died down as the elementals awaited the seer's response.
A moment persisted, then two, and three, until finally the Oracle spoke.
"Three Marks for the Phase Dragons neath planar skies,
Seven for the Graboids in their dens of stone,
Nine for Mummified Men doomed not to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his Dark Throne
In the Land of Darkness where Gravitons lie.
One Mark to rule them all, One Mark to Find them.
One Mark to bring them all and in the Shadows bind them
In the Land of Darkness where Crusaders die."