3/17/2026, 11:55 PM
Rune Discovery : 「 Success!」
The world that fractures and aches has bled over again to the surface. The fissures that open look like raw ragged wounds. It mirrors the pain deep at the core, where the wounds have festered and where they have rotted. It is no shock that the world will reflect this. The shock may come to those that live there, of course, that they have to witness such a thing in their lifespan. What a brutal game Mythris plays. Two young wolves start the trek to search for runes, they are confident, if not a bit foolhearty. Thankfully they are not alone as they seek out the runes.
The watchful eyes of the guardian are not the only ones on the two young wolves. Confidence is helpful, but that cannot be the only thing if they hope to save the world. All around Mistveil, save to the mountains in the north, the world has split. The cracks can be seen from above, raw and seeping with an energy that cannot be controlled. It does not take too long until there is an errant, startled cry. Rocks slide and tumble down the edge of the mountain, taking with them something else - a blip of a glow can be seen.
The voice echoes in each of your heads, desperate and keening.
The world that fractures and aches has bled over again to the surface. The fissures that open look like raw ragged wounds. It mirrors the pain deep at the core, where the wounds have festered and where they have rotted. It is no shock that the world will reflect this. The shock may come to those that live there, of course, that they have to witness such a thing in their lifespan. What a brutal game Mythris plays. Two young wolves start the trek to search for runes, they are confident, if not a bit foolhearty. Thankfully they are not alone as they seek out the runes.
The watchful eyes of the guardian are not the only ones on the two young wolves. Confidence is helpful, but that cannot be the only thing if they hope to save the world. All around Mistveil, save to the mountains in the north, the world has split. The cracks can be seen from above, raw and seeping with an energy that cannot be controlled. It does not take too long until there is an errant, startled cry. Rocks slide and tumble down the edge of the mountain, taking with them something else - a blip of a glow can be seen.
Drire! drire, sepafire ut sepal lok!The rune was caught in the debris, tumbling towards the lake guarded by the mountain itself.
The voice echoes in each of your heads, desperate and keening.
Sepa shin!You must.