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[BWP: Artifact Discovery] The Broken Horn - narrator - 5/19/2025
Artifact Discovered : 「 The Broken Horn 」
All those who discovered the relevant Runes -
Mir, Hikari, Phoenix Rising, Sólúlfur and Tiberii
- feel compelled to journey to this place and are led by a glowing blue shimmer in the air. It is purely optional to post here and no bonus is rewarded; this is simply for interaction if desired.
There is a three-day timer to post, and then the thread will conclude on 5/23.
Mir, Hikari, Phoenix Rising, Sólúlfur and Tiberii
- feel compelled to journey to this place and are led by a glowing blue shimmer in the air. It is purely optional to post here and no bonus is rewarded; this is simply for interaction if desired.
There is a three-day timer to post, and then the thread will conclude on 5/23.
In your exploration of the rolling hills and half-buried boulders, you find yourself light-headed as you travel up and up and up. Through the various switchbacks and perilous bouts of wind that wish to throw you over that steeper cliffside, you trek forward as if guided by a mysterious voice inside your head; you even catch the occasional glimpse of a mysterious blue shimmer in the air, twinkling ever more excitedly as it beckons you to follow.
It pulls you, even if you cannot hear it nor make out the words that whisper through the currents of wind.
You know something is out here. You just do.
Suddenly, it is the pounding of drums that explode in your ears. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. It grows louder the further you walk, as does your lightheadedness as you travel to the highest peak within the woodlands.
The wind suddenly stops, and all around you is silent save for the drumming.
Up ahead, you see something lodged into a crevice of rock and dirt, half-buried into the mountain’s face that, unfortunately, sits upon a piece of earth that does not appear to be stable. One wrong move and you are sure that the earth will crumble at your feet. A quick death. But the beating drum is louder here, and you know you must walk toward it, unearth that piece that looks like a twisted horn you have never seen before, its tip saturated in the same azure color of the Runes themselves, and share what knowledge you learn.
You walk toward it.
It pulls you, even if you cannot hear it nor make out the words that whisper through the currents of wind.
You know something is out here. You just do.
Suddenly, it is the pounding of drums that explode in your ears. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. It grows louder the further you walk, as does your lightheadedness as you travel to the highest peak within the woodlands.
The wind suddenly stops, and all around you is silent save for the drumming.
Up ahead, you see something lodged into a crevice of rock and dirt, half-buried into the mountain’s face that, unfortunately, sits upon a piece of earth that does not appear to be stable. One wrong move and you are sure that the earth will crumble at your feet. A quick death. But the beating drum is louder here, and you know you must walk toward it, unearth that piece that looks like a twisted horn you have never seen before, its tip saturated in the same azure color of the Runes themselves, and share what knowledge you learn.
You walk toward it.
RE: [BWP: Artifact Discovery] The Broken Horn - Tiberii - 5/20/2025
Skill:
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It had felt as surreal as the dream itself. The search, the strange way the weather changed, the blue paw prints ... and it. The Rune. Tiberii recalled the way it cracked in half, the granite acting of it's own will as the voice had surged around her. Her — The Rune Bearer.
In those ethereal moments, she and Sólúlfur had been bound by fate to wordlessly continue their journey. A journey chasing azure wisps and dancing through the Woodlands as they'd made their way diligently more South. Tiberii hardly noticed the scenery change, everything slowly began to meld together as she unwaveringly pressed on. Her large frame was incessant, a thundering of paws that followed on some unseen path, guided by a whispering voice and a feeling in her heart.
She should have felt ridiculous.
But she persisted.
They neared the Throne, and for a moment, the bull would slow. She cast her gaze toward Sólúlfur, flicking her ears before offering her packmate a curt nod. They were to venture into this unknown together, it would seem, bound by the threads of fate and compelled by the strange drumming in the back of both of their minds.
The thundering of the drum grew louder, vibrating within Tiberii's head as she continued to scale the rocky ledges. Her paws, large and cumbersome, would slide on the loose stones, sending granite and shrapnel with dangerous speed down the sheer slope at her side. A gruff exhale rattled through her, determination pressing her muscled frame forward despite the danger that licked at her heels.
And then it appeared.
A strange, twisted object, doused in azure.
Whatever this was ... this was why they were here.
Was it some kind of key?
She couldn't be embarrassed to ask Sólúlfur what an "artifact" was, she'd already used her free question when she'd inquired about the Runes. This would be something that she'd have to figure out in real time.
In those ethereal moments, she and Sólúlfur had been bound by fate to wordlessly continue their journey. A journey chasing azure wisps and dancing through the Woodlands as they'd made their way diligently more South. Tiberii hardly noticed the scenery change, everything slowly began to meld together as she unwaveringly pressed on. Her large frame was incessant, a thundering of paws that followed on some unseen path, guided by a whispering voice and a feeling in her heart.
She should have felt ridiculous.
But she persisted.
They neared the Throne, and for a moment, the bull would slow. She cast her gaze toward Sólúlfur, flicking her ears before offering her packmate a curt nod. They were to venture into this unknown together, it would seem, bound by the threads of fate and compelled by the strange drumming in the back of both of their minds.
The thundering of the drum grew louder, vibrating within Tiberii's head as she continued to scale the rocky ledges. Her paws, large and cumbersome, would slide on the loose stones, sending granite and shrapnel with dangerous speed down the sheer slope at her side. A gruff exhale rattled through her, determination pressing her muscled frame forward despite the danger that licked at her heels.
And then it appeared.
A strange, twisted object, doused in azure.
Whatever this was ... this was why they were here.
Was it some kind of key?
She couldn't be embarrassed to ask Sólúlfur what an "artifact" was, she'd already used her free question when she'd inquired about the Runes. This would be something that she'd have to figure out in real time.
RE: [BWP: Artifact Discovery] The Broken Horn - Phoenix Rising - 5/22/2025
skill: vagabond
Pheonix Rising's journey had taken herself very far from lands she had ever known. Lands of rolling sands and salt waters, red rock and misted, humid jungle. Now she was in a place of rolling greens that blanketed over broken and crumbled rock of a once empire long passed. Though it was far from the north, Pheonix still found a shiver within the mountains and tripped more times then she could count on the hard, sharp rock. Even with hardened paw pads from scorched earth, they bled as she made her ascension.
Ahead were a pair of wolves, one as black as night and the other like dark storm clouds. She had seen them before. In her visions. In their out of body gathering. The pheonix was observant and followed in the exact steps as she made her way, compelled by that same hummed drum.
The skies danced with the same glowing blue light of the runes and ahead, she would be met with that same color once more, wedged into a rock face likely hidden from sight for centuries. The closest thing she could think it could be was a cervid horn.
هو هنا.A whisper on her tongue.
الأثر.The dream visitor had spoken of this next step to their journey and yet, what exactly did they do with the contraption?
RE: [BWP: Artifact Discovery] The Broken Horn - narrator - 5/24/2025
Artifact Discovered : 「 The Broken Horn 」
The incessant beating resounds within every corner of your mind; it echoes in your blood, your bones, and has become a part of you. Even if you tried to leave, you're certain that you couldn't - whatever force has led you thus far has no interest in letting you go. Here, here.
Although there are no words, you feel a compulsion encouraging you to move forward until the world seems to fall still. Here the mountain breeze seems to whisper, the universe taking a collective sigh of relief as your eyes focus on the object that fills your heart with urgency, fills it with need.
That jagged horn wedged into the mountain's sheer cliff - waiting for you. It arcs away from the mountainside akin to a spear of lightning and glowing just as brilliantly; white-blue light pulses within its body, almost in time with the beating of your heart. It calls to you, beckons you to release it from its earthen binds - a whispered plea so quiet it speaks to your very soul, but not your ears.
You pull and pry with all your might to liberate the horn from where it is embedded, so earnestly you fear you may lose teeth in the process. Just as your gusto flags, you hear a rumble as ominous as any storm - the rocks begin to shift around the loosening hold on the horn. The relic had held the mountain together for all the years it lay in rest, but now, now the rock shelf has been disturbed. It groans as the horn is released and you fall back onto your haunches with a dense thump. You don't have time to catch your breath, however, as the rocks begin to spill forward, splintering off the whole and collapsing one upon the other.
With the arced horn clamped tightly in your jaws, you and your newfound company leap away from the rockslide that was certain to entomb you and scramble to safety. Your paws do not pause until danger has passed, your sides heaving and feet bloodied, but your quarry in tow.
It feels unnaturally heavy. Too heavy - you put it down, and you realize the horn is still attached to the shattered, barely-recognizable remnants of a skull that looks... no.
It couldn't be.
A sudden flash of light blinds you, and you step back as a wave of energy from the peculiar remains threatens to topple you over.
The air has changed.
Before you can call after the voice, to question it further, you feel the presence you hadn't realized hung over you dissipate, vapor on the air.
You stand abandoned on the Giant's Throne - except for the horn, which seems to thrum with ancient energy.
Although there are no words, you feel a compulsion encouraging you to move forward until the world seems to fall still. Here the mountain breeze seems to whisper, the universe taking a collective sigh of relief as your eyes focus on the object that fills your heart with urgency, fills it with need.
That jagged horn wedged into the mountain's sheer cliff - waiting for you. It arcs away from the mountainside akin to a spear of lightning and glowing just as brilliantly; white-blue light pulses within its body, almost in time with the beating of your heart. It calls to you, beckons you to release it from its earthen binds - a whispered plea so quiet it speaks to your very soul, but not your ears.
You pull and pry with all your might to liberate the horn from where it is embedded, so earnestly you fear you may lose teeth in the process. Just as your gusto flags, you hear a rumble as ominous as any storm - the rocks begin to shift around the loosening hold on the horn. The relic had held the mountain together for all the years it lay in rest, but now, now the rock shelf has been disturbed. It groans as the horn is released and you fall back onto your haunches with a dense thump. You don't have time to catch your breath, however, as the rocks begin to spill forward, splintering off the whole and collapsing one upon the other.
With the arced horn clamped tightly in your jaws, you and your newfound company leap away from the rockslide that was certain to entomb you and scramble to safety. Your paws do not pause until danger has passed, your sides heaving and feet bloodied, but your quarry in tow.
It feels unnaturally heavy. Too heavy - you put it down, and you realize the horn is still attached to the shattered, barely-recognizable remnants of a skull that looks... no.
It couldn't be.
A sudden flash of light blinds you, and you step back as a wave of energy from the peculiar remains threatens to topple you over.
The air has changed.
Yia'le afil ut,a familiar voice whispers.
Eip hale muth ali ten yia...
Before you can call after the voice, to question it further, you feel the presence you hadn't realized hung over you dissipate, vapor on the air.
You stand abandoned on the Giant's Throne - except for the horn, which seems to thrum with ancient energy.