Entry #005
Logged by Captain Vinarei Brooks, August 3 - Evening
I have much to jot down, but I should start with where I last left off.
As we ventured further into the temple, there were traps riddling the stones that made up the walkway and the steps. We managed to set off only one, however. Thankfully, I’d come across these same traps in old ruins when exploring Pandaria.
But it wasn’t the traps that was exciting. The temple was actually a sort of catacomb, though some of the tombs had been opened prior to our arrival. Others remained shut, and we didn’t bother to explore what might be hiding within each. Foolish on our part, perhaps, but we had more pressing matters.
The hozen were continuing to try to get in, but Ralphaldo had barred the door. It would only last for so long. There was a pillar along the far side of the catacomb with an odd light shining down from above, though the source was unseen. The runic pattern on the pillar seemed to change shape as I neared it, the glyphs becoming recognizable.
‘Blood’ was the answer to the riddle, and I swiftly cut my palm and smeared the life essence onto the glyphs.
The stones seemed to absorb the blood, and the moment it was all but erased, a massive skeletal mogu came crashing through one of the tombs.
Thankfully, with the blood offering, a stairway began to reveal itself just behind the pillar, and we managed to escape. It led into a hallway that was lined with gold, gems, murals on the wall of a map of lands that we know now to be the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor, but were once far from that. The room itself was so bright, that it hurt the eyes to linger for long, and as we exited, we came to a throne room.
We have to come back with a larger party. The walls were lined with scrolls and text and tomes, but in a dialect of Pandaren I’m unfamiliar with. I can make out some of the root words, but it’s merely guessing at this stage. Atticus and I will be taking what we can with us, and will turn them into the right people. There is too much history here, clearly lost, to simply ignore.
One thing I’ll not be handing over, however, is this coin I found next to the massive throne itself. It’s roughly an inch in diameter, with eight runic symbols along the outer edge. They’re too small for me to make out, but it calls to me. I find it constantly in my hand, unable to stop touching it.
We’d been searching through the room for hours, but it grows late, and finally that feeling of being watched has temporarily lifted. We’re sleeping here for the night, and hopefully will make our exit in the morning.
(Relevant: @atticus-angus-andrews @consider-things-done @vinarei)