Guild: Double D’s

Day 3 — "Gold the Sun Remembers"
TREASURES OF YAMIYAMI COLLECTION
Sepulchral Urn
I have to say something about the inner sanctum: the walls are lined with obsidian mirrors, and if you stand in the right spot, you can see yourself reflected from six directions at once. I found it fascinating. Tara found it proof of alien architecture. Tara then tripped over a ceremonial step and was caught by John, who said absolutely nothing about it — not a word, not a raised eyebrow — which I think is one of the kindest things I've ever witnessed.

 The Sepulchral Urn was waiting on a high stone shelf. Smaller than I'd imagined, larger than it needed to be. Hammered gold, lapis beads ringing the rim, balanced on three small clawed feet — and absolutely, unmistakably extraordinary. I stood in front of it for longer than I intended, notebook open, not writing.

 That almost never happens either.

 Oksana translated the inscription with the easy fluency of someone who simply retains things: the legend of Yamiyami, a daughter of the sun god, who had refused to die when her time came. Not from fear — from a proposal. She offered to carry the sun's light into the underworld, so the dead wouldn't have to walk in darkness. In return, one urn. Into which she poured everything she had loved: laughter, rain smell, the particular color of late afternoon.


"She negotiated," Oksana said. 

"With Death,"
I said.

"With Death?" Oksana confirmed, as if this were a reasonable and admirable thing to do.

 Laura had tears in her eyes. Lala put an arm around her and said, quietly, that Yamiyami sounded like someone they'd have liked. And I looked at Oksana — standing at the edge of the light, perfectly composed, already thinking ahead — and said, "She sounds like someone we know."


Oksana pretended not to hear. But I saw her smile at the urn before she moved on.


I wrote that down too.

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🌞 DAY 3 — “THE GOLDEN DOG”
Guild: Double D's
By the third day inside the Pyramid, the group had developed two important survival skills:

• Running from cursed chambers.

• Ignoring Tara .

Unfortunately, Tara had regained her voice overnight.

Nobody knew how .

One minute she had laryngitis. The next morning she sat upright beside the campfire screaming:

"GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE. I RECEIVED A COSMIC HEALING TRANSMISSION."

John nearly dropped his coffee.

Lala groaned into her blanket. “I miss silent Tara.”

Tara ignored her and flipped open her “handy dandy” notebook, now filled with diagrams connecting the Pyramid to aliens, Atlantis, and somehow several chicken-related prophecies involving Julie.

But the real problem became obvious twenty minutes later.

Julie could no longer speak English.

At all .

She emerged calmly from the tent carrying supplies and announced:

“La pirámide está respirando y no debemos confiar en las paredes.”

Everyone stared .

Laura blinked. “...What?”

Julie frowned politely and repeated herself in even more elegant Spanish.

Tara gasped dramatically .

"Oh my GOD. The Pyramid swapped us."

John rubbed his temples. “That is not how language works.”

Tara pointed at Julie. “She's speaking ancient Pyramid code.”

“It's Spanish. ”

“SPACE Spanish. ”

Julie sighed heavily and continued speaking fluent, beautiful Spanish while the rest of the group stared like confused zoo animals.

Unfortunately, Tara was the only person who had taken Spanish at school.

Even more unfortunately, Tara had barely passed.

“She says,” Tara announced confidently, “the walls are breathing... and... also possibly pregnant.”

Julie looked horrified.

“That cannot be right,” John said.

Julie pointed at Tara and spoke rapidly.

Tara nodded seriously. "Okay wow. She's upset because apparently the Pyramid raccoons stole her taxes."

Lala started laughing so hard she had to sit down.

Oksana simply sipped tea, completely unsurprised by any of this.

Deep within the lower chambers, the group entered a vast golden hall lined with towering statues of dogs.

Not ordinary dogs.

Massive ceremonial dogs with ruby eyes and gold-covered bodies guarded the chamber like royal protectors.

At the center stood a pedestal.

And upon it rested the artifact:

The Golden Dog .

Its polished surface gleamed beneath the torchlight, its expression strangely noble despite looking slightly judgmental.

Laura stepped closer carefully. “It's beautiful.”

Julie immediately began speaking urgently in Spanish.

Tara listened with intense concentration.

“She says the dog was worshiped by ancient kings and also... possibly invented soup.”

Julie threw both hands into the air.

John looked at Tara. “You are translating with confidence that should honestly be illegal.”

The moment Tara touched the Golden Dog, the chamber rumbled violently.

“Oh good,” Lala sighed. “We triggered another ghost situation.”

Golden dust exploded into the air.

Suddenly the room transformed around them.

The ancient chamber came alive with sound.

Priests carried golden offerings while enormous ceremonial dogs walked proudly beside them wearing jeweled collars. Musicians played drums while villagers bowed before a gigantic throne.

At the center sat a royal figure holding the Golden Dog high overhead.

Julie watched in awe.

Laura whispered, “I think it protected them.”

The vision shifted .

The dogs guided frightened children through collapsing tunnels while soldiers held back darkness deeper within the Pyramid.

Even Tara fell quiet for once.

The Golden Dog had not symbolized power.

It symbolized loyalty .

Protection .

Staying beside the people you loved even when things became terrifying.

Beside them, ghostly golden dogs surrounded the group silently.

One enormous spirit dog approached John first.

John froze. “Why is it looking at me like that?”

The dog immediately sat beside him protectively.

Lala snorted. "Congratulations. Even ghost dogs think you're the group dad."

Another curled beside Laura gently.

One licked Julie's hand.

Tara excitedly held her arms open for one.

Instead, a tiny ghost dog walked over, stole her notebook, and ran.

“HEY. ”

Tara took off sprinting after it.

The entire chamber erupted into chaos.

Julie shouted rapid Spanish instructions.

Tara shouted incorrect Spanish back.

John chased Tara .

Laura chased John .

Lala mostly chased everyone to make fun of them.

Meanwhile Oksana simply stood beside the altar calmly while one enormous golden ghost dog sat loyally at her side like it had known her forever.

Tara recovered her notebook — now Eventually covered in glowing paw prints.

Inside, one new sentence had appeared across the page:

Loyal hearts survive the Pyramid.

The chamber slowly fell silent again.

The spirits faded .

The Golden Dog remained .

Julie smiled softly and said something warm in Spanish.

Tara nodded thoughtfully .

“She says she loves you guys.”

Everyone smiled .

Julie continued speaking.

Tara listened carefully .

“...And also John apparently has the energy of an exhausted lesbian aunt.”

John stared into the darkness for a long moment.

“You know what,” he sighed. “That actually feels accurate.”

Somewhere deeper in the Pyramid, something ancient groaned loudly.

Even the Pyramid itself sounded tired of the Double D's.

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День 3
Гильдия Ёжик в тумане

Согласно древней легенде майя, ритуальное ожерелье было создано из зелёного нефрита, найденного после падения огненной звезды в джунглях. Верховный жрец приказал собрать из священных камней украшение для хранителя великой пирамиды.
Говорили, что ожерелье обладало необычной силой: оно помогало своему владельцу сохранять мудрость в трудные времена и видеть скрытые знаки судьбы там, где другие замечали лишь случайности.

Во время важных обрядов ожерелье надевали только самые почитаемые жрецы. В свете факелов его камни словно оживали, переливаясь мягким зелёным сиянием. Майя верили, что через это сияние боги передают свои советы и предупреждения.

И по сей день, как рассказывают легенды, где-то в глубине забытой пирамиды хранится то самое ожерелье, ожидая человека с чистым сердцем, который сможет раскрыть его древнюю тайну.

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Jour 3 L’or dont le soleil se souvient
Guilde To the Manor Born
Au milieu de l’océan de sable se dresse la pyramide Noire, contrairement au monument de pierre classique ses parois sont faites d’un verre volcanique poli et sombre qui ne retient aucune ombre les tribus nomades l’appellent le phares des ombres selon les textes anciens cette pyramide fut érigé pour emprisonner le néant, une force primordiale dévoreuse de lumière et de souvenirs qui menaçait de plonger le monde dans un oubli éternel. Pour contenir cette menace les premiers mages de la terre forgèrent le collier du rituel ce bijou est composé de maillons d’or retenant un lourd médaillon central en coeur capable d’absorber l’immatériel. Au paradoxe de l’éclipse le gardien doit s’installer au centre de la chambre, lorsque le rayon de l’éclipse traverse le sommet de la pyramide le collier de rituel s’illumine d’une lueur bleu aveuglante, le médaillon aspire alors le surplus d’énergie du néant stabilisant la prison pour un autre cycle d’un millénaire.
Merci 🥰
J’ai envoyé tantôt la photo du collier sans écrire mon texte

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