From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 9th day of Hammer in the Year of the Sudden Journey.
Heavy snows are back again in the valley, and even the ocean to the west appears to have a thin film of ice across the top. The cliffs give the bay some protection from the ocean currents, and perhaps this allows the smoother waters to freeze somewhat.
Our activities in the town have really been limited to within the palisades. The Ironshields have all returned from the mine; Aaron Goodberry has shuttered the boathouse and returned to town; and even Gilmorril has retired to a dark corner of the inn to contemplate our surroundings from by the fire.
However, it has given time to Fafnir and Gilmorril to study the stones from the gorge wall. Fafnir seems most concerned about how the wall was constructed – his keen professional eye checking all the minute details of the stonework, his masonic skill finding clues however weatherbeaten the stone may be.
The master mason believes the stone was cut centuries ago, judging by the wear. The stone is very similar to that they have been cutting within their mine, so perhaps another mine exists somewhere along the cliff wall. He appears to be itching to get out to investigate, but the snow hampers him.
Fafnir seems very clear about one thing, though. The stone that we found where Blackengorge now stands, and has been used in founding some of our homes, is not of the same ilk. However, in a startling discovery, almost by accident, it seems that both of the stones do share something in common – a dweomer.
While Fafnir was studying the stone within his workshop he was paid a call by Lucius Drax. Lucius’ long years almost matching those of the dwarf making them fast friends, often discussing how-things-used-to-be in The Bronze Lion on an evening. After a long conversation between the pair about the stone, Lucius was invited to take a good look. He was intrigued to notice that the stone from the gorge wall was slightly enchanted, with faint strands of protection and binding.
More intriguing, however, was that the stone from Blackengorge, upon close inspection, had a stronger enchantment, with interwoven strains of protection, misdirection, and an aura of enfeeblement against those that would do harm. Whosoever had built the keep which used to stand here had magics and power well beyond anything we know today.
Our only supposition is that something here, or in this valley, was meant to be protected – the keep and the wall surely testify to this. What was being protected, who by, or what against we still don’t know. Perhaps more clues will come to us, guided by Pelor’s hand, over time.