In the heart of Leuthilspar stood Leotumal Luquinal. A soft blue hood framed his face, hiding his golden blond hair. Golden eyes looked over the Hall of Ancients passively, exploring it's architecture. He had a pensive look on his face as memories raced through his mind - it was nearly time for him to leave Evermeet.
He quirked an eyebrow ever so slightly as he focused his mind on specific memories that passed through his mind, trying to recall specific details...
Last Edit: Jun 13, 2020 19:25:09 GMT -5 by Sioladuil
Why let the truth get in the way of a good yarn?
Duvaega Sormuzhik Elvewyn Cenocelin Ander Brightwood Sepoto Wasatho
Today has been a day full of sorrow and unanswered questions. I found myself walking the stripped out bones of my peoples heritage. This is not the first time I have felt like this. Every site and historic location I have visited so far has had a similar feel. Derelict and picked clean. Most people have forgotten the events that transpired throughout the areas I visit. To them they are little more than a historic landmark, the importance of which forgotten, they are now rated by how much treasure they may hold. To hear people talking about the ruins of my kindred ancestors in such a way breaks my heart but... are we not more than a few shiny baubles?
Within the village of Greatgaunt, within the borders of the Forest Kingdom, there is a derelict keep of Elven origin. I had been observing it for a few days before I decided to venture inside - I wanted to be sure I was ready for what I might find, impulse is a gut reaction and can often lead to unnecessary pain.
As I entered the keep my senses were assaulted by the aura of time. Dust, creaking and strange noises washed over me. I stopped for a moment to process them, allowing myself to become accustomed to them. The taste of this keep still sits on my tongue, lingering even against the strongest of tea. I shed a solitary tear for how far into disrepair our ancestral home had fallen - I am not sure it could be restored.
The keep had become infested with evil hounds, bats, skulks, animated armours, goblins, spiders and these walking mounds of flesh which let loose pain filled, terrifying howls. I battled them as I found them, careful planning helped. Before each encounter I took a moment to assess the situation... so I knew what I had to do. Patience, just a seconds worth, allowed me to control the movement of the field - minimising the risk. It paid off.
I took drawings and notes of all the points of interest I found, just like my grandfather always taught me.
I discovered these strange... bases. They had what appeared to be magical spheres resting on them. I am not sure. I am trained enough in spellcraft to recognise the magical energies... but not enough to be able to tell what they where doing. They had runes around the base, but; I was unable to read them. There was two in total but one looks like it had been damaged, probably the goblins that I found lurking within the chamber that house these spheres.
Detailed drawings of the described appears below the paragraph.
On the opposite side of the chamber I located an ancient statue, the detail was still remarkably well preserved. It depicted one of ancestors, "Valindor". That was the name engraved on it. My original thought was that Valindor was a champion of our people which, he was, but I was not aware of the scale of his accomplishments.
A detailed drawing of the statue follows, the engraving included.
On the upper layer, this was all I really discovered. I was expecting to find more but I am guessing that most of the art has been stolen/broken over the years. It is worth noting that I discovered a large... cavern... through a hole in one of the walls. It looked like it might have been some form of garden or recreation area before the buildings structure began shifting. Under different circumstance it might have been considered tranquil. Beautiful, even. It seems that a horrid looking spider, not a type I had seen before, had made this area it's home. I had to dispatch it, which was easy enough, and my final blow cleaved the spider in two. This was lucky because it had an old key in it's gut. At the time I did not ponder the strangeness of this finding - my war spectrum was flowing and I was focused on the combat. There was a door at the bottom of a set of stairs which I was unable to open through conventional, lock picking methods - I figured it was worth trying this key.
The door opened, with a little persuasion. I am just thankful I am in the habit of carrying oil in my lock picking kit - the door was old and needed some lubrication before it would open.
The second layer showed much of the same... but there was references to a staff. Not much information was given it was just repeatedly referenced. When I had reached what I believed to be the end of this floor... I had investigated every room... I located a door which was barely visible. Partially hidden behind a book shelf. I managed to open it and step through... I found myself in a large chamber. Narrow walk ways where all that allowed me to traverse parts of the area - they allowed movement between the rooms.
I found more traces of the buildings history here, probably because it had been hidden away. There was a series of Murals which allowed me to learn more of this keeps history. The first one I saw depicted an epic battle. The colours where fading but the detail was intense... I could have sworn that I could hear the clash of the blades, the smell of combat and the harsh cacophony that accompanies battle. My skin was tingling and I could feel my war-spectrum preparing itself. It was a strange feeling. The mural showed an Elven hero (who I assume to be Valindor) battling an individual wielding a staff. I figured this must be the staff that had been referenced but I still could not figure out how the staff was relevant to the story.
There is a detailed picture of the Mural drawn under the last paragraph.
Not far from this first mural was a second. This one was a different scene entirely... It showed a beautiful, wondrous keep. I made an educated guess and assumed that this must have been a likeness of the keep I was stood in. I took a few moments to enjoy it, which was a welcome distraction after what had been a series of hostile encounters - and a certainty of more to come.
A detailed drawing of the mural follows.
Once I had finished admiring this mural I carried on my way - following the path deeper into the keep. My stomach turned slightly when I discovered the body of what I am assuming is either a thief or an adventurer, I could not find any evidence of an adventurer's certificate, whom was sat against a pillar in a section of the foot bridge. He had been completely exsanguinated and the corpse was sat in the pool of it's own blood. I gave my stomach a second to settle before applying some of great-grandmothers mint balm under my nose and then I carried on following the path.
The path lead me to another mural... this one was similar to the one I had seen earlier. It was another battle scene but this one showed what I presume to have been the end of the battle depicted earlier. Valindor had broken the figures staff with his blade - this blow had followed through to become the killing blow. My heart skipped a beat at this, such details, but it quickly wrenched with the strange feeling of loss when I noticed that the figure's last dying act had been to drive a dagger into Valindor - killing him also.
Below the last paragraph there is a detailed drawing of the mural.
I let out a long sigh and then allowed myself a few minutes to compose myself before I reluctantly followed the path again. This was the final path that lead to a one single room and a dead end. I am not going to put into words what monstrous horror I found there - should this journal find itself in the hands of somebody else I would not wish to frighten them - but I was able to overcome. It was close... but the act of observing and planning before acting saved my life. When I needed to make a temporary, emergency retreat I knew exactly what to do and where to move to.
As soon as I was able to I took a look around this room. There was a tomb. I felt my heart jump to my throat. I walked over and dropped to a knee, so I could examine it with greater detail. I discovered a a plaque on the tomb that read "Lord Valindor of Isilmar". It was at this point that I realised the depth of Valindor's involvement with this keep... no... with Isilmar. He was the lord and he had died protecting his people from the marauding enemies. I lowered my head and offered silent gratitude for his service. As my head was lowered I noticed that the tomb was not sealed and it was open, slightly. I felt a sudden rage boil inside me - how dare they defile the lords tomb!
As I began the process of trying to reseal the tomb I noticed that there was no body inside... which is rare. I could not even find any evidence that a body had been inside it. This did me a concern - I will have to investigate the matter further.
Following the last paragraph is a detailed drawing.
After I had closed the tomb proper I looked around the chamber. I found a final mural. I walked over to it and let out an audible gasp. It was the image of a wondrous forest. Beautiful in every way and created with love and care... it was truly a remarkable piece. As I examined it I noticed that there was a plaque at the bottom. I bent low so I could examine it.
Following the last paragraph is a detailed drawing of the mural and a copy of the the plaque written as it was found.
Survivors? It seems some survived the battle and fled to safer haunts. I can almost hear the telling of how a small group of defenders remained to hold off the enemy during the shadow siege... so people could escape. Perhaps history is repeating itself? Either way... I will have to walk the Bramble. I have explored it a fair amount currently... but perhaps I am missing something? As for the Ancient H... perhaps I will find some of my Kin who know what this means. Or... maybe they will find me?
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2020 13:59:13 GMT -5 by sioladuil