The Scribes Who Vanished
"Their names were erased. Their ink dried. But the world still bleeds by their stories."
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📜 [Scene: The Path of Broken Quills]
A crimson storm howled above the horizon.
It wasn't made of clouds.
It was made of pages.
Shredded. Torn. Each inscribed with ancient names, fluttering like cursed snow.
Riven, Lyara, and Mirael stepped into it — protected only by the Chronicle Brand still glowing across Riven's chest.
> "We're walking into what created… everything," Lyara whispered.
Elera's voice echoed beside them.
> "This is where the First Scribes vanished.
They weren't gods.
Just humans… who wrote gods into being."
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🧠 Lore Drop: The First Scribes
> 🖋 Not warriors, not rulers — authors
📖 Created the Foundational Tomes, stories that shaped magic, morality, and myth
🩸 When power-hungry rulers began twisting their words, the Scribes chose to vanish — taking their pens and their true names with them
❌ Their stories remain, but no one remembers who wrote them
🔍 Rumor: They hid their essence in a sanctum known only as The Inkwound Vault
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🕯 Clues in the Torn Pages
One page latched onto Riven's arm — seared into his skin.
It read:
> "He who walks with fire must first walk through the stories he didn't write."
Suddenly, visions burst around them:
A battlefield Riven never fought.
A daughter he never fathered.
A kingdom he never ruled.
> "These aren't my memories," he growled.
> "They're the paths the Scribes denied you," Mirael explained.
"To keep you this version of Riven."
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🕸 Trial: Walk the Unwritten
The storm of pages thickened.
And Riven saw them.
Silhouettes.
Dozens.
Maybe hundreds.
Figures with broken spines and ink-soaked robes.
Their faces — blank parchment.
Their hands — eternally writing in the air.
They looked at him.
> "You wear the Chronicle Brand," they spoke in a hundred overlapping voices.
"You bleed flame and ink.
Are you here to write… or to destroy?"
> "To remember," Riven said.
"And to set your story free."
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🔥 Test of the Final Pen
One scribe stepped forward — taller than the rest, with golden ink dripping from his fingertips.
He offered Riven a pen carved from bone.
> "Write a truth you've never admitted.
If it bleeds, you may enter the Inkwound Vault."
Riven hesitated.
Then, with trembling hand, he wrote on air:
> "I still love Selene."
And the words bled gold.
The scribes bowed.
The sky parted.
And a black staircase emerged — spiraling downward, as if descending into the heart of every story.
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🏛 Location Unlocked: The Inkwound Vault
> ✒ A sanctum where reality pauses
📚 Every scribe who vanished has left behind one final, unfinished manuscript
🔐 Riven may now read these — but must complete one himself
❗ Each word written becomes real
⚠ Every lie written will curse him permanently
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