I don’t believe you guys have no Oracle elements bursting to get out. Honestly. Grow some balls and/or ovals!
New oracle element:
A haunting and implacable assassin, armed with an immaculate and empty ethic, he ceaselessly follows the trail of the foolhardy…
Yes, I stole this from the movie ‘No Country for Old Men’
C’mon! Keep posting! 
I fear my thoughts currently dwell at higher levels of abstraction, grasping through the fog to try to find a new “big picture.” It makes it difficult to focus on the necessary details at the moment. But I won’t spend too long up here, and I know we’ll have “Anayok” (the name might change, though) and Alleghan oracles from the Fifth World to share here, hopefully sooner rather than later…
I do have a few elements from Seneca folklore that could fit into the Anayok or Alleghan oracles, though:
[ul][li]Twin villages on either side of the chasm[/li]
[li]A young child hidden away from the monster that destroyed all the rest of his people[/li]
[li]An arrow that sings the song of the bird whose feather fletches it[/li]
[li]An arrow that never misses[/li]
[li]The stone that tells stories of the old word, in return for a gift of food[/li]
[li]A swift runner who races the Whirlwind[/li][/ul]
Sorry, my energy has been focused conversing elsewhere this week (yay conversation week!:)). I liked that one at the end Jason, kind of already had a story built in.
Ten - A strange and twisted dance performed now at the wrong time, for the wrong people
Nine - A glorious, hopeful journey, long and treacherous, to find what was lost
Eight - A solemn holiday to remember the horrors of the transition, violently interrupted
Seven - A boy’s first hunt, successful but seeming to portend wider things
Six - The last harvest of the year, everyone is weary, but also tense and fearful
I’m not sure if seven makes any sense.
An arrow that sings the song of the bird whose feather fletches it
Too cool.
Seven - A boy's first hunt, successful but seeming to portend wider thingsI’m not sure if seven makes any sense
Oh my god, it DOES! wow. He didn’t perform the offering of the gift, and he offended the spirit of the dead deer…
These stories just FLY out of these oracles.
Ha! This one grabs me. 
OK, at last a spare moment to post a few. . . from various sources of inspiration (maybe you’ll recognize some):
A night-loving fir tree, bedeviled by the everpresent glow of streetlights.
A tired watchman at rest in the Citadel, testing the air for dragon smoke in his sleep.
The newly widowed daughter of an incense-maker, dressed in her nephew’s clothes to flee the crushing blow of an edict forbidding her from fragrance.
A raft of ghost food, rocketing through the landscape on eighteen wheels to reach its destination just-in-time. . .
A generous tree, holding a magical plum in her highest branches.
The turncoat’s envoy, tensely waiting in the pre-dawn shadows of a tomb, coded message in hand.
An spindly orphan girl with the strength of ten men.
An old and wise man, willingly loosing his memories, one by one, until he forgets all. (anyone know from where this one comes?)
The aeon-old soul of a formerly enslaved star, wearing an otherworldy suit of onyx armorl, bent on retribution…
I really like the elements posted on here, and the imaginings they provoke by just reading them.
Some to add to the elemental ways, which I decided to try by using pieces from my dreams as the elements:
[i]- a mountainside covered in a battlefield of fallen giants, who have re-awoken
Wow. I can hardly believe the coolness of your dream elements. Wow. I officially steal them! Just try and stop me! 
A cranky old woman with a heart of gold…
A band of wise, yet humble sorceresses who travel across the land healing it’s wounds…
A wise old man with much to contribute, respected by no one…
This is awesome! I’ve been doing tarot with playing cards off and on for many years (I quit for a spell because I was creeped out by how accurate my readings were…)
I started to do mine, too. Here’s some:
SPADES:
2- No new growth; No extra taken
3- Taking life without regenerating
4- Hibernation
5- Habitat defended but loss experienced
6- Renewal of life!
DIAMONDS:
2-Putting the needs of other life ahead of one’s own
3-Solves pertinent issue with community or threat to land
4-Living peacefully with the Sunflowers and snakes
5-At odds with Sunflowers and snakes
6-Spirits hear cries
7-He who hates the Prairie learns to love it; If a bough won’t bend, it will with loving coaxing
I’ll post more later when I have them fine-tuned.
<<Queen of Diamonds: A warrior, wielding coppersword and cougarskin cap, jealous and ready for love>>
I use the Queen of Diamonds as my face card and have for years, but this fits me even more than the traditional meaning I used to use. This is great, Willem, and thank you for this thread!
[quote=“sunflowersFTW!, post:23, topic:771”]<<Queen of Diamonds: A warrior, wielding coppersword and cougarskin cap, jealous and ready for love>>
I use the Queen of Diamonds as my face card and have for years, but this fits me even more than the traditional meaning I used to use. This is great, Willem, and thank you for this thread![/quote]
Crazy and cool! What an unexpected response. Thanks you!
Ace of Spades - A gigantic serpent with glittering scales waits in darkness…
Queen of Hearts - A green haired woman stands in the creek staring at the water…
3 of Clubs - 2 mischevious children paddle away in a canoe…
A distant pair of weary travelers covered in bits of moss and debris walking the roadside between forest and industrial zone, who, upon approach, reveal friendly faces.
These SIX GREAT STRENGTHS came from a tale I read and stuck with me. some of them give me strength just thinking about them (and one has to do with one of my most powerful dreams ever):
the footsteps of a cat
the beard of a lady
the spittle of a bird
the roots of a mountain
the voice of a fish
the longings of a bear
They give me strength when I get curious about what makes each one powerful, magical.
Also, what if you mix & match? the footsteps of a mountain, the longings of a fish. . .
Amazing!
This makes me want to start a riddle-making thread. 
a beaver lodge made of bones, with moist earth tucked lovingly in between.
a smoky path horses may traverse, riderless, to the moon
a x-shaped mushroom patch that will chage all vision to black and white except for choice opportunities, which appear bathed in a fiery gold, when trampled
a woman who is stricken voiceless when her husband disturbs a solemn ceremony
a paintbrush that brings images to life when used to paint over eyes
a phantom rat that exists to dash before the vehicles of merchants, blessing those who instinctively attempt to swerve
a warrior standing loyally by their master, sending back all charging enemies although mortally wounded by many arrows
a wandering drunkard who dreams of being reunited with a lost love who in fact never existed
a furious recluse who always receives copious amounts of the things least desired, attention and affection, the fury triggering increasingly reckless behavior, a quality which only adds to his charm in the eyes of the inescapable fawning enthusiasts
funny, this reminds me of something I used to do to help myself get to sleep (I embody the insomniac’s insomniac). I’d envision someone (the sleep fairy?) painting me with sleep using a giant soft paintbrush, from head to toe. One arm at a time, each finger, one leg at a time, each toe, my face, my eyes, etc., slowly and sleepily. . .
brings dream images to life!