[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
Gerlinde shrugged. “So Irreverent Izzy was the infamous Hunter-killer Skinner? Heh, seems likely, I guess. But I can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting him. If he met an immortal Hunter, I'd imagine it was probably Moira.”

Farren, meanwhile, took the runebrand and went about exploring what he visualized as a “golden thread”; the traces of the mostly-forgotten madness that had been inflicted upon him by the golden halberd, which had eventually driven him to become a Hunter. Delving into that madness was doubtlessly very unpleasant, as the feelings lost to his amnesia were dredged from the murky depths of his consciousness, and the deeper he went, the more he felt it return and permeating his being. Just as when he had been exposed to Pallid's ominous bell he felt his paranoia growing as flecks of gold seemed to flicker in and out of existence; he felt as though there were someone watching him, figures lurking right at the edge of his vision, someone standing right behind him. He felt someone breathing on his neck, could vividly imagine a hand hovering a hair's breadth from his throat, fingers poised to grasp it and choke him.
But even more worrying, perhaps, was the fact that he felt like there was something [I]inside him[/I], too. Something observing him, listening through him, lazily writhing and slowly consuming him. Something curling around his spine, something crawling in his guts, something coiled around his heart, something looking through his eyes, something chewing on his brain. It was watching, and he got the sense that it knew he was aware of it. He sensed its amusement.
Refusing to shy away, however, Farren kept delving deeper, until he found something... else. Something tethered to the mental image of that golden halberd, and to the feeling of his fingers on its unnaturally warm metal. Something it had tried to teach him then, but his mind had not been ready to comprehend. But now, as a bearer of the Old Blood, he recalled it... and the projection-case of the runebrand flickered to life with a Caryll Rune none of them had ever seen before.

[color=gold]Farren has remembered the Sun Rune, which empowers Gold weapons with eldritch sunlight, causing them to burn with holy flame when striking and to obliterate bloodwraiths with ease.[/color]

And as this rune returned to him, he also felt a now-familiar tremor go through his blood... though it felt weaker than before.