6 Keent, 637 M.Y.
The day has been long, but full of excitement unlike any I’ve felt a passion for yet. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for, longing for, the kind of mission I’ve been uniquely suited to undertake since the completion of my schooling. The adventuring curriculum was designed to tailor our skills for just such as these purposes. And it is my belief, as I always held at school, that my martial background will only help to further serve our needs.
As the day began I was able to ascertain the derivation of Falco’s behaviour at the mounds of the Ray-Ree. Telemakhos’ apprehension was well founded, for our guide does wield the wary way of witchcraft. I must be sure to ask him to keep an eye on Falco, for should he and Crusta be found speaking privately at all I will be most suspicious and must know of it.
We’ve crossed the Ickle Trik, south of Moorwall, to avoid the rumours of the ‘devoured town’ given us by Brother Cineas. After many hours through insect infested swamp muck, we found what we sought. The masks that did indeed direct us to the pointed tower. They are runic in nature, reminiscent of the symbols used in script by the ancients, as Laarus has informed us. The tower itself is hexagonal, a tall black obelisk, inscribed on each side with runes, more of the same. Each facet seems to be a riddle, or a clue, that leads to Dalvan d’Amberville’s tomb. Whether these are the doing of Dalvan Meir or his sycophants is unknown, but I must assume the former as his legacy in death is nothing if not arrogant.
They read –
Those crossing deeps to gain the ground. May fall as biting fear is found.
One’s days can ne’er be forged anew, But magic may give great their due.
The immortal clock will never chime, for he who fears a simple climb.
The gold you give pays well in kind. Give well when asked and safety find.
Desire for gold may secrets show, But giving stills the fatal blow.
The immortal clock will never chime, for he who fears a simple climb.
The messages bear no discernible order. I have only listed them as we have discovered them. My early assumptions lead me to believe that each of these riddles shall prove the clue to solving some test or trial. The tower itself bears a lens in the crowning pyramid, indeed pointing us toward the tomb we seek.
We have gained ground on the edge of a crescent cliff-ringed lake within whose center stands a single isle bearing a large sacrificial bowl and a long lost idol. What is the more exciting is the single ominous door recessed deep in the stone directly across, behind there lie the secrets we seek.
If my theory proves correct, we have already tackled our first challenge –
The immortal clock will never chime, for he who fears a simple climb.
And tomorrow we shall test our second –
The gold you give pays well in kind. Give well when asked and safety find.