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Lost in this world - El'Zeath - 3/7/2026
El’Zeath awoke in her den to complete shock and surprise. The dream that just occurred…she was completely overwhelmed by it. The wolf was completely unaware of these dreams and what they meant. Hotep did not have the time yet to explain such happenings, and El’Zeath didn’t even know if this was just a personal dream just for her.
Find…runes? To save this world? What did this flame and Hotep bring her into?
El’Zeath cannot breathe in the den. The foreboding woman scrambles out, taking a deep breath as she finally sees the sky and the gentle sunrise.
Nothing is familiar here. New trees. New grass. New sky.
No powers. No mountain that she remembers so vividly. No eyes of amethyst looking back at her…these eyes, whose name she cannot remember anymore…
Yet Druid’s Rise held somewhat a familiar feeling despite being so unfamiliar. How can one feel so split? Her memory of her own field flashed before her eyes, but it was like a fly zooming by, unable to be caught.
El’Zeath sits in the snow-touched grass restlessly, orange eyes staring at the rising sun, completely lost and disassociated. What did this all mean? How does she find these runes, was that even real? She huffed, shifting her weight. She had hoped this journey would help her get her bearings in this new world…but she felt more confused and lost than ever.
At least the sunrise was a comfort found in any world.
Find…runes? To save this world? What did this flame and Hotep bring her into?
El’Zeath cannot breathe in the den. The foreboding woman scrambles out, taking a deep breath as she finally sees the sky and the gentle sunrise.
Nothing is familiar here. New trees. New grass. New sky.
No powers. No mountain that she remembers so vividly. No eyes of amethyst looking back at her…these eyes, whose name she cannot remember anymore…
Yet Druid’s Rise held somewhat a familiar feeling despite being so unfamiliar. How can one feel so split? Her memory of her own field flashed before her eyes, but it was like a fly zooming by, unable to be caught.
El’Zeath sits in the snow-touched grass restlessly, orange eyes staring at the rising sun, completely lost and disassociated. What did this all mean? How does she find these runes, was that even real? She huffed, shifting her weight. She had hoped this journey would help her get her bearings in this new world…but she felt more confused and lost than ever.
At least the sunrise was a comfort found in any world.
RE: Lost in this world - Setemhotep - 3/13/2026
Skill - Soothsayer 1/5
Hotep was much disturbed by his dream. Time grew short — Osiris bid them resist the falling of the world and so it could not be the fated Return to Waters. Ma'at trembled with the will to carry on even as earth shattered. His morning song to Ra had been pitched with new desperation... but when he returned to the dens, he found another brooding on the moorland.
El'Zeath.He greeted, coming to sit beside her. She looked troubled.
And his smile was kind, but voice heavy with the weight of knowing this coming storm.
There have been omens in the night.Had she seen them too, so sent by Ra?
RE: Lost in this world - El'Zeath - 3/16/2026
Her eyes shot over to Hotep, and her head dipped in greeting. ”Setemhotep,” she replied. His words brought a touch of comfort, but a touch that quickly faded to concern. There was so much about this world that El’Zeath was unaware of, but it appeared magic was not completely lost here.
”Is that what that was called? Omens?” she questioned, shaking her head softly as she looked to her paws. She missed when they were touched with a golden hue. They just…didn’t feel right.
”You had this dream…this…omen too?” she questioned, lifting her head back up to sunrise. She sighs slightly. The wind rustled her tri-colored fur, and her brows were touched with worry. Words were escaping her at this moment, and her ears perked with anticipation for wise words.
”Is that what that was called? Omens?” she questioned, shaking her head softly as she looked to her paws. She missed when they were touched with a golden hue. They just…didn’t feel right.
”You had this dream…this…omen too?” she questioned, lifting her head back up to sunrise. She sighs slightly. The wind rustled her tri-colored fur, and her brows were touched with worry. Words were escaping her at this moment, and her ears perked with anticipation for wise words.
RE: Lost in this world - narrator - 3/18/2026
Rune Discovery : 「 Failure 」
The potency of this new reality seems to settle around you as you speak to one another. You can sense it — the ever-growing darkness. The eternal night. Soon, the omens will not just seek you in the evening hours.
You feel far more on edge than you did before.
Omenal. Kumal.A voice is in the breeze, rolling in with the dawn that brings you no light. And the voice, too, does not bring favor.
Sin, rulityl.A chill runs through you as the voice lingers in your ears for a moment longer. You almost hear it sigh.
Kak surthind … kluse.The breeze dies down, but your sense of discomfort persists, crawling against your skin.
You feel far more on edge than you did before.