6/14/2025, 5:20 AM
Rune Discovery: 「 Success! 」 Shiloh Lugh
You brave the storm. Of course you do.
Each step is heavier than the last, your limbs trembling, not only from exhaustion, but from something deeper—a sense of the rune's energy thrumming through the ground. The Dream Visitor’s voice has vanished, but their urgency still circulating in your mind, fueling you to keep going. Don’t stop.
Don’t give in.
The glowing snow pile can be spotted from up the hill, faintly at first, like the flicker of a candle, then brighter, and more demanding..
closer. Closer. Closer.
And then…
The wind dies.
Not just softens or fades, it dies
The silence is instant, even the rain slows, no longer battering, but misting gently. The sky above still churns with blackened clouds, but they no longer move. The storm is not over, no, you stand within its eye, an eerie calmness entrapping you.
It is here, nestled within the snow drift, half-buried in frost, you see it.
The rune.
It is not large or grand, it’s just a single, engraved stone, no bigger than your paw. But its glow is alive, with veins of blue winding across its surface in slow, repetitive pulses.
The moment you touch it, reality shifts: the storm breaks. Just like that,wind moves, and the clouds begin to scatter, revealing a soft blue sky.
You brave the storm. Of course you do.
Each step is heavier than the last, your limbs trembling, not only from exhaustion, but from something deeper—a sense of the rune's energy thrumming through the ground. The Dream Visitor’s voice has vanished, but their urgency still circulating in your mind, fueling you to keep going. Don’t stop.
Don’t give in.
The glowing snow pile can be spotted from up the hill, faintly at first, like the flicker of a candle, then brighter, and more demanding..
closer. Closer. Closer.
And then…
The wind dies.
Not just softens or fades, it dies
The silence is instant, even the rain slows, no longer battering, but misting gently. The sky above still churns with blackened clouds, but they no longer move. The storm is not over, no, you stand within its eye, an eerie calmness entrapping you.
It is here, nestled within the snow drift, half-buried in frost, you see it.
The rune.
It is not large or grand, it’s just a single, engraved stone, no bigger than your paw. But its glow is alive, with veins of blue winding across its surface in slow, repetitive pulses.
The moment you touch it, reality shifts: the storm breaks. Just like that,wind moves, and the clouds begin to scatter, revealing a soft blue sky.