Bel-Kabal wasn't one to be rushed and assured his companion that they would leave as soon as he had determined what secrets this book held.
The elf spent the day translating the first few bits of the text. This book was more challenging to decipher as it wasn't a record of events. It was in fact a book that detailed the ancient rituals used by the Nekeharans who had built the ruins and sealed the deamon within.
The first ritual was one that would protect against the corrupting influences of the chaos energy within the ruins. It seemed that it only required the blood of a goat sacrificed with a bronze dagger and an incantation repeated for an hour. This, according to the text, would grant the target the ability to withstand all mutations and corrupting influences for a full week.
Thrang, who quickly lost all interest in the picture doodles within the book, spend his day pacing about the main room of the tavern. The innkeeper, von Klink, seemed to be slowly regaining his composure and had decided that the entire thing was simply a made up story by that man, Lars, who had been causing so much trouble.
Karl Tipper had also came to the same conclusion and had developed some of his old habits once more. At some point in the day he had approached Thrang again to see about returning to the ruins again. Thrang insisted on seeking out the aid of the dwarfs and the human had simply nodded acknowledgement and slunk off into a corner.
Sybille informed the pair that she would be leaving the area with the river boats following the upcoming festival. She gave Bel-Kabal a last word of warning to be very wary of the ruins and anything within them. She also urged for him to return to the Empire with her, but he resisted the urge.
As night settled in, the dwarf and elf settled in to rest once more at the Drunken Snotlings before setting off in the morning.
At dawn they set off for Grung Krudd and paid the ferryman the fee to cross the river. Bel-Kabal hadn't made much more progress, but the next ritual seemed to be one that would allow communication with the deamon within the ruins. He wasn't sure if he should continue translating or not so had simply set off with the dwarf as he thought over how deep he wanted to read into the ancient text.
A little after midday, the pair saw the ruined structure of a Bretonnian abbey rising up out of the red, swirling dust in front of them.
They were still a ways away from it and couldn't make out much in the heavy dust. They had time to either attempt to steer a course around it or approach it.
Edited by Glyfi Ironbeard, 07 April 2019 - 11:27 AM.