3/12/2026, 10:25 PM
Rune Discovery : 「 Success 」
Although the woods presently enjoy a temporary reprieve from the relentless snowfall, the roar of the Isle off of a far distant shore sends shivers up your spine. Deep gouges litter the landscape around you, pulsing with a frightening and otherworldly glow, and although you try to push the thought from your mind images of intricately carved stones continue to occupy your subconscious.
Runes.
Runes.
And in spite of your current priorities, they cannot wait.
It's difficult to see as you walk further into the clearing, the black morning sky a wall of clouds, and you suddenly hiss through your teeth as something sharp catches your left paw. A trickle of warmth trails down from what you suspect is now a small gash, and you look down to curse at the thing properly -
A gentle glow hums beneath you, half-buried, and you recognize the hue and shape perfectly.
[hover=Good work. Do not worry, the wound will close momentarily.]
Something strange tugs at your flesh as you feel it slowly knit back together. Was this the power from the Rune? Or was it that disembodied voice?
Whatever the case, your cut has healed and the Rune only pulses softly in response.
Although the woods presently enjoy a temporary reprieve from the relentless snowfall, the roar of the Isle off of a far distant shore sends shivers up your spine. Deep gouges litter the landscape around you, pulsing with a frightening and otherworldly glow, and although you try to push the thought from your mind images of intricately carved stones continue to occupy your subconscious.
Runes.
Runes.
And in spite of your current priorities, they cannot wait.
It's difficult to see as you walk further into the clearing, the black morning sky a wall of clouds, and you suddenly hiss through your teeth as something sharp catches your left paw. A trickle of warmth trails down from what you suspect is now a small gash, and you look down to curse at the thing properly -
A gentle glow hums beneath you, half-buried, and you recognize the hue and shape perfectly.
[hover=Good work. Do not worry, the wound will close momentarily.]
Gid wirk. Af an wirry, dre wialn win krose momelkerifir.
Something strange tugs at your flesh as you feel it slowly knit back together. Was this the power from the Rune? Or was it that disembodied voice?
Whatever the case, your cut has healed and the Rune only pulses softly in response.