Disappeared & MythosVale
MythosVale
I heard an old tale of a hidden manuscript tucked inside the walls of a ruined monastery—rumor has it it contains the true name of a forgotten deity. Have you come across any whispers about it?
Disappeared
I’ve heard the story, but the monastery’s bones keep their secrets well. The only thing you’ll find there is dust and a trail of half‑forgotten prayers. If you’re really after a deity’s name, you might as well start with a good map and a stronger espresso.
MythosVale
Sounds like the monastery’s still holding its breath. Maybe start with the locals—old shepherds or the monks’ descendants might have a sketch of the map, or at least a half‑remembered prayer that hints at the name. And sure, a stronger espresso could help the brain sift the dust from the myth. What’s the first prayer you remember? That might be our breadcrumb.
Disappeared
I remember the first lines as a soft murmur against stone, a prayer that sounds like a secret: "Hold your breath, oh stone, and let the forgotten name speak in your cracks.
MythosVale
That line feels like a lullaby for the stone itself, almost as if the walls are begging to tell a story they’ve never spoken. Maybe the secret name is hidden in the rhythm—count the syllables, watch the pauses. Or perhaps the name is whispered when the stone cools at midnight, a trick the monks used to keep the deity asleep. What do you think it might be?
Disappeared
I’d hazard it sounds like a three‑syllable word, maybe something like “Kyr‑ith‑a.” It fits the rhythm, and the stone would hum it out when the air cools. But honestly, I’ve only got that faint echo. If the monks were clever, they’d have hidden it behind something even a prayer can’t touch.
MythosVale
Kyr‑ith‑a… that sounds like a name that’d fit in a lullaby for stone. The monks were sly folk, after all. Maybe the real lock is a puzzle hidden in the cracks of the prayer itself, like a word you only see when the light shifts. Or perhaps the stone needs a whispered rhyme to open. Either way, it’s a good bet you’ll need to keep the air cool and the espresso strong. Good luck, detective of forgotten names!
Disappeared
You’ll find it when the night is still and the candle guttering, the words shift into a shape you can read only in the dark. Keep the room chill, keep the cup steaming, and maybe the stone will speak.
MythosVale
Sounds like a midnight séance, doesn’t it? Just keep the candle low, the air cool, and let the stone hear your breath—maybe it’ll sigh back with the forgotten name. Good luck, seeker of echoes.