Poe if I Dont Do the Propechy Will It Happen Again

This article describes historical game content.
The prophecy system was removed from the game in version 3.17.0. Navali no longer exists as an NPC in Path of Exile. This article describes interactions with Navali prior to the removal of the prophecy system.

What would you lot do if y'all knew what lay at the cease of your path? If you could glimpse your futurity? If you could change information technology? For a modest gift of silver, you tin can. Together we will modify the stars. Together we will rewrite your prophecy.

Navali, Hatungo of the Karui ^[1]

Navali is an NPC who gives players a prophecy for a cost of one Silver Coin Stack Size: xxx Cross Navali'due south palm with argent to receive a prophecy.
Shift click to unstack. .

Navali must starting time be rescued at The Climb, who will and so return to town. She can also be invited to the player'due south hideout. She will also trade Divination Cards at that place.

It is possible for Navali to seal prophecies into items for an boosted cost of silver. These tin can then be stored for after or traded with other players.

Prophecies

Navali's interface used to seek, view and seal prophecies. Displayed are 5 active prophecies and two empty slots.

The message displayed when a new prophecy is sought. The message changes according to the prophecy.

Players can talk to Navali at any act town, or at their hideout, in club to view, seek and seal prophecies. At whatsoever fourth dimension players can have a maximum of seven agile prophecies, as the interface on the right shows.

Note: If you wish to Seek and Seal prophecies without having to have silver in your inventory simply walk upward to your stash and open up it. The next time you lot speak to Navali she volition seek and seal without needing to have the silver on you lot.

Dialogue

Navali is voiced by New Zealand actress, Nicole Whippy.

Introduction

The Climb

Thank you for freeing me. The Female parent of Death likes to play these little tricks on me. To remind me of my place. But she also sent yous here to help.

Let me return the favour, exile. We will meet again in town, and and then I will help yous illuminate your path.

Lioneye's Picket

Is it selection that carries you hither, or is it fate? I run into a demand in yous. A demand to peer into your future. A need to follow the correct path. But your hereafter has already been bandage. And then open your mind and embrace it.

Long agone, my people called me a Hatungo. A wise woman. Now they call me a revenant. But it is not my fate to return to the Female parent of Death just yet. For now I stand up with i foot in this globe, and the other pes in the realm of the expressionless. I'thou an inquirer of the living and an interpreter of death.

I sense y'all have questions. For a gift of silver, I volition respond them. But you seek more than answers. Riches. Power. These I can as well provide, in a way... All you have to do is bring together me. Heed my words, but walk your path. The hereafter is mine to tell, but yours to claim. It is time to fulfil your prophecy.

The Forest Encampment

So your path leads you lot hither, exile. Exist conscientious where you lot pace, for as one foot leads the other, and then too does each foot leave its mark. A trace of what was. A guide to what will be.

The Sarn Encampment

Our paths run across in the shell of a long-dead snail. An empire deadening to see where its path was taking it. Built on the husk of some other, and destined to be buried time and time again. This metropolis will see cracking things yet, exile. Simply not in your lifetime.

Highgate

Many great things begin at the foot of a mountain, exile. Then likewise do many tragedies. Oft a path becomes a fork, and the echoes of your actions button you down 1 side or the other. Do you know where you are being carried? ...Would you similar to?

Overseer's Belfry

The Mother of Death watches over this urban center with great involvement. You lot take joined us simply in time. Before you lies a great many paths, each walked by a different life. But each must come to the same end. Somewhen.

Wraeclast

I travelled hither through death'south darkened halls, walking the paths of the Remembered. I am just a memory of the woman I was. A memory treasured and sustained by the Mother of Death.

Yama the White

I awoke in the halls of expiry with the life I once led little more than than a dream half-remembered. Yama the White, my hirsuite companion, stood before me with the Seeing Rock he holds at present. Both were given a hair of Hinekora'southward dark knowledge, but each serves a divide purpose.

The Seeing Stone drags me deep into its core, where every instant into eternity is known all at once, like limitless rings on a tree trunk. Yama, like a torch in the mist, guides me back from the stone'south space visions.

Karui Gods

Hinekora, my Female parent of Death, is non the simply god, exile. The Karui are watched over by many. Ngamahu lends us fire, which illuminates the path. Tawhoa gives us the trees and birds that line the path, so that we may savour beauty and peace. Tukohama provides u.s.a. with weapons and knowledge of war, which lets united states of america walk the path safely.

And in the last days of this world, Kitava, whose hunger knows no premises, will accept it all abroad.

Prophecy Chains

Chaos'southward End

The tools of divination establish on the body of an exile. I have seen it. There are more than tools, and the exiles who hold them are gathering in number.

Ancient Rivalries

Wraeclast teems with the memories of a violent by. Although the mankind and minds of its original inhabitants are long-gone, their emotions - anger, fright, green-eyed - remain in the artifacts they have left backside.

Doedre Darktongue, Marceus Lioneye, Shavronne of Umbra, Maligaro, Victario. If these names mean nothing to yous now, they volition soon. Keep an eye out for their long-lost possessions. Each holds the memory of failure, sadness and a want for revenge.

Across Sight

I take non heard of such a cult, nor have I seen visions of them, merely if you say you witnessed their presence in Wraeclast, and then I believe yous.

Exist conscientious. If they tin can avoid the gaze of the Seeing Stone then they may be beyond the grasp of even the Female parent of Death. And that is truly something to fear.

Day of Sacrifice

The fragment you have recovered leads to a very unsafe realm. The Red Queen waits in her dark stronghold, and a thousand years of anger bubble simply beneath the surface of her flawless, sick-gotten dazzler.

Deadly Rivalry

I sense nifty anger across the land, directed at you. There is another, exiled like you, who wants y'all dead. For this private, anger and agony blur the lines of mortality.

Path of the Thaumaturgist

The keen thaumaturgists of the past considered themselves artists of the highest calibre. Their paints were the hidden energies that flow around and through us. Their canvas: the finely-woven material of reality itself. And like every great artist, there were times when their brush strokes wavered, when errors were made. Unfortunately, their errors have persisted far longer than their great creations.

The Ambitious Bandit

Thieves make do with what they can find or take by force. When thieves outnumber their victims, they must await further and further for what they tin can take. It is their own greed that carries them into danger.

The Black Stone

The onyx amulet you have begun to reshape is special, and it's metamorphosis is non even so complete. Proceed it somewhere safety, for there is more yet to practise.

The Warmongers

Rats on a sinking ship fight to the death for a splinter of dry woods, not knowing that information technology too will soon be at the lesser of the body of water. We are not the only rats on this transport.

Eber, the Plaguemaw

The sometime red ones left this land barren. Crops grew stunted and disease filled the air. If you lot don't feed an animate being it will soon bandage a hungry eye upon its brothers and sisters, and human is no different. The Plaguemaw and his people presently feasted on their own, devouring the very life essence of the immature and innocent.

Yriel, Feral Lord

When the rains stopped, the Lord fed his farms with the blood of the beasts. But blood carries abuse with it, and the crops soon towered, monstrous and thorned. In the thick jungle of his ain making, it was not merely he who turned feral.

Inya, the Unbearable Whispers

Wisdom and cognition are non i and the aforementioned. The queen'southward thirst for learning was unending. As she tore through the pages of endless tomes, her noesis grew and her wisdom slipped away, buckling beneath the weight of insanity.

Volkuur, the Unbreathing Queen

Sometimes death is a thief, quick on its feet and quicker with a blade. Sometimes information technology is a vine, slowly growing tighter and tighter effectually your neck. But death is not a toy. The unbreathing queen has raised an ground forces of soulless corpses. Her actions mock death, turning it into little more than an obstruction for her puppetry of the flesh.

The Pale Court

Nighttime minds hide in dark places, but it was not e'er and so.

The wise Scarlet rulers were long-dead, and the strong seized power. But an unwise leader pulls the people towards ruin. So information technology came to laissez passer that milk fresh from the nipple was soured, grass grew hard and sharp, and mankind walked the earth without a soul. Hinekora bandage her net towards the new kings and queens, only four slipped through the holes and fled into darkness. In that location they remain. Beyond the reach of the Mother of Death. But not beyond her sight.

Seeking Prophecies

Bereft Silver Coins

Wisdom of one's fate has a price, and you lot practice not take the silvery to pay it.
Guidance is priced in silver. If the toll is non paid, the stone will stay silent.
Render when you tin can pay the silver fee. Only then will your fate be known.

Maxed Prophecies

Too many prophecies remain unfulfilled. Do not risk fracturing your fate.

Other

No amount of argent will assist if the wrong questions are asked.
The stone is silent. Delight come back afterward.

Invite to Hideout

So y'all've finally institute yourself a habitation. Peradventure y'all accept room for some other lost soul?

Gallery

Concept art
Navali before she is rescued

Version history

Version	Changes
three.17.0	Removed the Prophecy mechanic from the game, and moved many of its rewards to other content. Navali no longer appears in the game. The Faun fight is yet present in The Climb.
3.i.0	You can now turn Divination Cards in at Navali in the Epilogue town or in your hideout. The clarification of the Divination Card achievement "Soothsaying" has been updated to reflect this.
3.0.0	The game now has a single difficulty. Prophecy system is reworked due to this change.
2.four.0	The Prophecy system (previously a challenge league) has been added to the core game. You lot tin now find and rescue Navali in The Climb. Navali can at present be invited to your hideout and she doesn't consume a slot that would exist used by a Forsaken Master. When seeking Prophecies from Navali in your hideout, the difficulty used is at present the latest difficulty in which your character has e'er accessed the Twilight Strand.
ii.three.2	Navali dialogue will now be interrupted when some other NPC begins to talk. She besides interrupts herself if already telling you virtually a Prophecy.
2.3.0	Introduced to the game in Prophecy leagues.

References

↑ Cris (May 20, 2016). "The Prophecy Challenge Leagues". Official Path of Exile Forums. Retrieved May 20, 2016.

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