Hours turned into days submerged into scrolls and books with written with symbols unknown. The focus was to drain any piece of knowledge we could from that ancient source. Our heroes headed to the front in order to help protect the workers who were building the Wall, given that Technokrest’s machines had little to do in the middle of the woods in southern Spellenrune.
The longer we observed those symbols, abstract as they appeared to us, the less we seemed to understand them. A fellow Verge suggested we moved our research to the Sanctuary, believing the atmosphere could somehow influence our senses and inspire our ideas. Once there, it occured to me that a Rune Crystal would fit inside the plinth of the large Chandelier ahead of us. The Starun energy turned the candle lights into bright blue and my perception became sharper. I was at peace. I could listen to Carlo’s voice far as he might have been. “Some of the pieces of paper spread around this chamber belong to the same book. It has been long taken apart. We must place it back together at once!”.