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.
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.