5/27/2025, 2:03 AM
Rune Discovery : 「Success!」
You hear the creak of old, rotted wood that barely hangs on by tarnished metal hinges. Even as you enter the building, it feels as if you’re being watched through the darkness. The white-hot heat of anger and the chills of being someone’s prey intermingle as only the sound of your racing heart and labored breathing can be heard.
A blood curdling shriek rings out from the farmstead outback, the call of an elk being mauled by whatever soul had fallen victim to this unrelenting wrath. While it catches your attention for a moment, you’re drawn back to your surroundings as an unnatural pull guides you to a dust covered corner. Your body moves without instruction, as if it knew what to do, inspecting the area until spotting a seemingly out-of-place object: a weathered, stone tablet.
Unique symbols are carved into the stone’s face; some long, some winding and complicated, some curving in a peculiar fashion. A message, you think, but you cannot make out what it is that the stone tablet says. Even worse, it appears that this tablet has been cracked in half. You stare at those jagged lines, compelled to give it an unusual sniff as a scent of sulfur and ash greets your senses. Your body wishes to recoil, but something inside you tells you to watch.
During your inspection, the runes atop that cryptic piece of stone seem to vibrate, pulsing an intense, bright blue. An unearthly hum radiating like chimes sound off within your head. You cannot stop the mumbling voices that seem to scream inside your mind. You cannot make out what they want, what they are saying, or what they know.
A voice speaks out over the rest.
As you fight the demons that now lurk inside your brain, you receive a vision of another stone tablet, just as jagged as the one you stare at with words that complete the one at your feet.
The other tablet must be found, once each is discovered, you have a haunting sense that something will happen.
Perhaps it is best to escape the infected area and the clamoring voices calling out within your mind.
You hear the creak of old, rotted wood that barely hangs on by tarnished metal hinges. Even as you enter the building, it feels as if you’re being watched through the darkness. The white-hot heat of anger and the chills of being someone’s prey intermingle as only the sound of your racing heart and labored breathing can be heard.
A blood curdling shriek rings out from the farmstead outback, the call of an elk being mauled by whatever soul had fallen victim to this unrelenting wrath. While it catches your attention for a moment, you’re drawn back to your surroundings as an unnatural pull guides you to a dust covered corner. Your body moves without instruction, as if it knew what to do, inspecting the area until spotting a seemingly out-of-place object: a weathered, stone tablet.
Unique symbols are carved into the stone’s face; some long, some winding and complicated, some curving in a peculiar fashion. A message, you think, but you cannot make out what it is that the stone tablet says. Even worse, it appears that this tablet has been cracked in half. You stare at those jagged lines, compelled to give it an unusual sniff as a scent of sulfur and ash greets your senses. Your body wishes to recoil, but something inside you tells you to watch.
During your inspection, the runes atop that cryptic piece of stone seem to vibrate, pulsing an intense, bright blue. An unearthly hum radiating like chimes sound off within your head. You cannot stop the mumbling voices that seem to scream inside your mind. You cannot make out what they want, what they are saying, or what they know.
A voice speaks out over the rest.
Laba rune,the Dream Visitor whispers weakly..
Kien utar sikir kin tsakal…
As you fight the demons that now lurk inside your brain, you receive a vision of another stone tablet, just as jagged as the one you stare at with words that complete the one at your feet.
The other tablet must be found, once each is discovered, you have a haunting sense that something will happen.
Perhaps it is best to escape the infected area and the clamoring voices calling out within your mind.