5/24/2025, 3:36 AM
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.