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[center][color=5EFDBB][h2]Rúnaritari[/h2][/color]has a great fall[/center]
[center]Location:The Void, then Galbar.
Interacting with: The surrounding environments of a particular locale on the north end of the impact crater.
Mentions: Galbar in general, the Khodex & Veins.
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After her encounter with the Khodex of Frustration, as she called it, Rúnaritari found herself laying upon her back on a platform of nothingness within the darkness of the void that made up the reality she had been born into. Holding up her corrupted arm, which she had grown quite comfortable with, Rúna idly traced runes into the nothingness, casually deriving shape and meaning from the Veins of the Cosmos where there was innately none. She briefly considered painting runes into the cosmos, following the random patterns that she found, but decided against it for right now. With how much the veins shifted about it wouldn’t be very exciting to have her work constantly erased. 

Letting her arm flop down onto her stomach suddenly, Rúna frowned. She was… Admittedly bored. A thousand and more runes bristled within her mind, each of them capable of so many things… And yet there was nothing to use them on! How tedious. Rolling onto her stomach, Runa brought her hands together and set her chin upon them to rest. Watching from her corner of nothing as the Khodex of Frustration was hurled back, forth, up, and around by beings coming and going to and from it. What fun! What entertainment! To see everyone learn of their own accord just how frustrating that roll of paper was. And to think it was the only entertainment here. At least whatever force that placed it here could have placed enough for everyone to have one, though admittedly she would’ve preferred a book to write in.

But as Rúna pondered and wondered to herself as she watched the game of cosmic pseudo-tennis take place, something new entered into the scene. Something… Very new. And very unexpected. A stone, massive and blank, rolled into the void. Where exactly had that come from? Looking around the void, Rúna couldn’t determine anything that would’ve led her to identify whoever or whatever might’ve made it… But there wasn’t even the beginning of a hint towards its origin. How interesting… Looking back to the rock, Rúna blinked a few times before tilting her head. Would this too turn itself blank, if written upon? There was only one good way to find out. Reaching out her corrupted hand, Rúna nearly began the process of writing a simple rune into its surface. A simple task, even from this distance, but just before she could begin she saw the game of cosmic pseudo-tennis take an unexpected turn: The Khodex, briefly idle, was now hurled towards the rock…

And in a matter of moments a great deal of things happened all at once.

The cloud of smoke that broiled from the hole in the Veil Between Spaces caused Rúna no small amount of concern. At least she was far away, right? Squinting with concern at what was happening, Rúna brought her hands apart and moved to stand, but mere moments into the motion she was frozen by a sensation that she had never felt before, and hopefully would never feel again: Claws scratching against still-living vertebrae. This prompted a reaction so viscerally uncomfortable that Rúna was nearly made to heave, saved only by the fact that her divine form had consumed nothing and was blissfully unaware of the associated sensations. As seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into time unknown yet compressed, Rúna found herself nearly swallowed by the smoke. Yet she found her discomfort released by the most unlikely of things: An explosion.

The explosion and its subsequent effects sent Rúna flying through the cosmos as the smoke was pushed away. Flung from her plot of nothingness like one might flick away a bothersome insect, Rúna, for the first time in her currently brief life, was beholden to a new emotion: Fear. Something fundamental had changed with existence. She could feel it almost immediately. Like being robbed of a coat on a cold winter’s day. This new sensation of enfeeblement and powerlessness was not one that Rúna found enjoyable in the slightest, and so after a few moments she was able to orient her mind towards a goal and found herself landing somewhat harshly on solid nothingness once more… At least, for a few moments.

Bringing herself upright from her crouched landing stance and looking down towards the rock, Rúna pondered on just what had happened when she found herself surrounded by the sensation of movement. That… Should not be happening. Yet it was. Attempting to will herself to stand on nothingness once more, Rúna found herself unable to accomplish her favorite trick and was then promptly struck by a new wave of panic. Flailing as she lost all stability, Rúna hurtled towards the rock at a pace that she would never be comfortable with. Screwing her eyes shut as she approached the never-ending sandstorm that engulfed most of the planet Rúna found herself engulfed in sand and tossed about chaotically by the strong winds raging around the rock. The sensation of thousands of grains of sand blasting at her skin every second was entirely unpleasant, and yet thankfully it only lasted a few moments.

Thrown through a wall of wind, Rúna felt an immense pain rocket from her head to her heels as she made impact with solid ground… And then a few moments later she noticed that she was otherwise fine, although unable to move. Reaching out, she laid hands upon the coarse rock that she had landed upon. Stability without effort. Interesting. Opening her eyes carefully, Rúna beheld a sky of tan and a land of blue before her… Wait…

Now realizing what exactly was wrong, Rúnaritari frowned. Taking a moment to roll her shoulders and crack her knuckles, Rúna proceeded to gently bend downwards until her toes could touch the ground. Placing her hands firmly upon the stone, she pushed firmly against the constraining earth with a grunt. Just a few moments later she was free as her antlers were pulled free from the embrace of the earth, although she kicked up a fairly robust cloud of dust to do so. Sinking to her knees with a sigh, Rúna shook her head vigorously to clear the remaining dirt from her antlers. Standing up and brushing herself off, Rúna elected to not deliberately walk back into a sandstorm and instead chose to investigate the clearing that she had been [i]gracefully[/i] deposited into instead.

After walking for some time, Rúna found herself standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast expanse of water and islands. In the middle of it all, so far away and yet so easy to see, was a jet black and glossy cocoon, suspending the Khodex (of Frustration) within. Letting out a hum, Rúna elected to go and see what might develop around that. But first, she wanted to write. Taking a step back from the cliff. Rúna knelt down and etched an oval into the stone before standing up and raising her corrupted hand high above her head. Spinning her arm in a circle before pointing fiercely at the etched oval. Rúna began softly chanting in a language that she both did and did not know, bidding the earth to rise.

As she continued to mutter to herself, the oval began to gradually rise from the ground. The stone continued to rise until it was eye-level with Rúna, leaving it ten feet tall to match her current stature. With this exertion done, Rúna stepped forward and brought her corrupted hand up to begin carving. With each rune she carved to detail her experiences with falling so far and being buffeted about by the sandstorm, and into each rune she poured the experiences and memories associated with the event. After a few minutes, she was finished. The stone was covered in runes detailing the story, and central among them were two runes of “Falling” and “Blowing sand”. Thus did the first Runestone come into existence, containing the runes that would protect someone from falls and the harsh blowing sands of the sandstorm that consumed the planet.

Stepping back, Rúna nodded to herself, satisfied. It wasn’t the easiest journal to keep, but it was better than doing nothing. After all, if it wasn’t written down: Did it really happen? Cleaning her talon off, Rúna noticed that a bit of gentle wind began to surround the stone, and within moments it had picked up a fair bit of sand from the surrounding area. It made its own sandstorm? Interesting. Tapping her talon to her chin, Rúna pondered if it was creating an environment reflective of the story. How interesting… But where then might be the fall?

Shrugging to herself, Rúna stepped around the stone and began to casually walk down a stairway of nothingness towards the bottom of the crater. It was after a few steps that she paused to look back at the stone, and then down. Scratching at her chin once more, she shrugged. Hopefully whoever attempted that method could survive it, or at least tried a smaller fall first. Turning back to her own descent, Rúna set her eyes on the cocoon once more.

It was worth checking out at least once.

[hider=Summary]Rúnaritari is goofing off in the void when the void gets deleted. She’s pulled to the planet along with everyone else and has a completely graceful landing that she totally planned out. Once she’s pulled herself free of this graceful landing, she elects to write down what all happened in a “journal” that she makes out of stone, creating the first Runestone. Then she sets off to take an up-close look at the cocoon the Khodex has been encased in.[/hider]

[hider=Might]

Rúna begins with 10 might.

Rúna spends 1 Might to create a Runestone, a holy site engraved with two runes that maintains the environment required to fully bind to those runes.

Rúna ends with 9 might.[/hider]