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Stage 3
Stage 3
You fall asleep, and dream of another forest. But this time is different - the sun is high, and the forest is bright, the distinctive pale grey bark of the alder trees stark against the light.
You look around for the raven. You have become used to its presence, but it is nowhere to be seen. You decide to wander through the trees, perhaps hoping your guide will appear, or perhaps hoping to stumble across whatever it is this dream might be wanting to show you.
You walk for some time in silence, and the forest seems to stretch on endlessly. After what feels like an age, you notice there are claw marks on some of the trees, gouges which reveal the red flesh of the tree below. Your gaze explores the forest ahead, and you see more trees marked, like a trail, vanishing into the distance.
An acidic scent floods your nose. Blood. Perhaps… the violent red wound on the bark is not just the flesh of the tree.
It is your choice:
It is your choice:
Follow the trail OR search for the raven
Ten wolves follow the trail
Ten wolves follow the trail
You follow the trees. As you wander, the scent of blood grows stronger and stronger.
Soon the forest parts, and you find yourself in a field of heather. Ahead is a lone tree, its empty boughs reaching into the sky: and below that is a figure of a wolf, shrouded in darkness.
You get closer, to realise that the scent of blood was leading to them. The figure is bleeding.
You aren’t sure what to do. You creep closer, until you too are shaded by the thick trunk.
The wolf doesn’t seem to notice you at all, and as you watch, you see the figure move. It turns, and you see that it is holding a stone in its bloodied jaws. Stones - you remember so many dreams about stones. You look down, and sure enough, there is a circle of them.
But you only count four.
This circle is in progress.
The figure lowers the stone carefully toward the earth, its forelegs slipping weakly from below its body as it does so. It slumps into the earth, and the final stone is released, completing the circle.
“Deg..er..o..” The figure whispers. The stones begin to glow, and the earth below you begins to shudder.
You manage to lean forward, and catch just a glimpse - a marking on the final stone of the circle.
AWAKE.
Four wolves search for the raven
Four wolves search for the raven
You go in search of the raven. You try to ignore the scarred trees, and stray from the scent of blood, but the smell seems to only get stronger.
You come to a clearing, and find the raven. But it is not the happy reunion you hoped for.
It is laying on the earth, in the centre of a circle of five stones.
Your blood runs cold, and you draw as close as you dare without crossing the circle boundary. Blood has pooled on the soil, dark as the earth, as though it has been here for some time. Dying.
The raven, you realise, is still alive - but just barely. Its half lidded eyes look up at you, one seeing, one empty.
You hear a voice, though there is no-one around to speak.
“Stone holds memory.”
“Memory long forgotten.”
The raven blinks once, then its eyes close slowly, and do not open again.
AWAKE.
10 ancient runestones have been found!
10 ancient runestones have been found!
It’s enough to earn a clue. When they wake, the 10 wolves who followed the trail can remember the mark on the stone.
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