After digging for what felt like an eternity, your paws rough and raw from the enormous mound of dirt they had managed to displace, your claws finally rake against smooth stone. The sharp corner of a tablet rests half-submerged inside the hole you're staring into, and after a few more clods of earth are removed you're able to pull it out at last.
It seems as if making contact with the open air causes the stone to flare to life, and the glowing blue inscription suddenly pulses with a much greater intensity than before - you find it almost hurts to look at directly.
The voice from before returns.
Eif lak, eif lak,it seems to crow, infused with excitement. The foreign words take shape in your mind.
At last, at last...
The Rune tablet pulses again, shining impossibly bright, and then suddenly - with a great crack!, it splits in half.
Dre drra hale ban fialn, aln nie laba sagmelk fier iar kak canal iat,the voice reverberates.
The three have been found, and now a fragment of our past calls out.
Dre ulh kimal ali life, uth sagmelk rekirind lat sepil lok - af an kok dre surth, fir mire remon,it continues, the air around you crackling with an electric anticipation.
Iar wanind kieir ali filn aln oken dre wa dekelnal shial ut... eipal muk kikyl. Dre furk ertifarn sepal hire; eip hale muk enial krenddr ali gede yia...
The earth hums to life, each fragment restoring what was lost - do not stop the search, for more remain,it translates within the confines of your mind, a strange understanding that you have no knowledge of or control over.
Our waning power to find and open the way depends on it... we must hurry. The first artifact is here; I have just enough strength to guide you...
The voice fades, but a shimmer in the air remains, and it seems to beckon you to follow...
Eip win shielfirm dre odrir rune-buriral,it finishes.
I will inform the other Rune-bearers...
On weary paws, you are led by the spirit to your destination.