5/19/2025, 11:18 PM
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.