While looking through the sands for interesting shells, there was a strange, red glint out of the corner of Poropo's eye - the monk felt drawn to this ominous sparkle, as if magically possessed by a force other than beauty. The monk dug a little around the red twinkle and found a glistening, obsidian shard with a red rune carved into the flat surface. The monk remarked, "what is this? I feel...compelled to have this for some reason...is this safe to own?"
The monk observed how the obsidian shard sparkled in the sunlight - with every red glint caught within Poropo's eyes, he wanted to keep the rune-carved obsidian more and more. Eventually, the monk felt a presence whisper a strange phrase to him which he spoke aloud, "a Blood Rune...I must have more."
48 real time hours later
~Exit~