Under The Rising Sun

The world seemed to change overnight. Or at least part of it. His dogs had returned to him with word of something strange afoot. Strange stone spikes that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, but that was impossible, wasn't it? Still, he wasted no time in going to investigate. His father had mentioned tale of the Long Nights. Was this it? Crimson gaze studied the sky as he walked toward the location, eyes narrowed. Nah...this couldn't be that. The sky seemed to bleed, the sun struggling to fight to penetrate through the crimson sky. With a shake of his Mohawk, he shook the strange feelings he had. Arriving at the site, he saw the stones and a brow rose in question, his dogs going to investigate as a strange howling and sende of unknown filled the air. He approached one of the spires, immediately touching it with an outstretched hand as he studied it for a moment. The stone looked aged, marked. Like it had always been here. Hmph. He snorted as he brought his hand back down. It looked like it could be of use, perhaps. Walking around, he lowered his head toward the ground as he noticed the carvings closer to its base, and as he rose his head, his horn made contact. Scraping upon its surface for a moment, but that's all that would be needed as he swore he heard an internal, distant scream. Was that the stone?

"Speech"