1.12g - The Abyssal Hammer

In spite of being ignored, Gwenllian was pleased; the Runeguard may finally see the Abyssal as a true threat.

Captian Hagen turned to her.  “You say the Abyssal leader believes the key to releasing their god Akylios lies within Hammerknell Fortress?”

Gwenllian nodded.  “The messenger of Bahralt told me this personally.”

“The cultists have an interest in Gorvaht’s rituals. “Borrin echoed Gwenllian’s thoughts.  “What is the connection?  If we can understand why, we may be able to get ahead of them.”

1.11G - Grey Gardens

Confused, but unable to steal a private word with Borrin with so many of the Runeguard around them, Gwenllian entered Grey Gardens.  It was in ruins, and infested with planer beings, but she was still pleased.  In her youth, before the shade war that took her live, there had been a painting on her kitchen wall.  Her mother told her it was of the great garden of Hammerknell.  The beautiful cherry trees lined the elegant pathways and green spaces.  Gwenllian would listen to her mother for hours as she described the peaceful place. 

“Not once did mother tell me that runebinding experts tested their constructs in the Grey Gardens, using vessels holding dark spirits to power their golems. “ Gwenllian thought as she sat on one of the garden walls and swung her legs over to the path.  “And why would she.  That type of ending to the story would have crushed my daydreams into nightmares.”

1.10G - The Runeguard

Gwenllian returned once more to Hammerlord Post.  Thomas was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps.

“We watched the Abyssal flee from the woods.”

Gwenllian smiled, pleased with her work, but dropped it quickly as Holden joined them.  The sight of him reminded her of her vision of a spiteful return, however, her near death and failure in her rescue of the messenger had reminded her of the need for companions.

“I don’t even need to ask.  I can tell by the look on your face that Dorim won’t be performing any more rituals anytime soon.”  Thomas continued

1.9g - Scotty's Blessing

Pleased at the possibility that not all of General Stanig’s family had died in Molinar Crossing, Gwenllian returned to Hammerlord Post to check in with her progress.

“Three of the relics were gone from their altars?  This is very disturbing news.  First the Messenger himself and now Bahralt’s sacred relics.  The Abyssal must be planning something big, Gwenllian.”  said Thomas, as he paced around the outpost.

Holden came to join them, standing beside Gwenllian with his face downcast.

“It was a noble deed, Gwenllian, ringing the bell.  The bell is a symbol of Dwarven determination.”

1.8g - Molinar Crossing

When at last Gwenllian left the outpost, she was surprised to see it was again early evening.

“Have I really only been away from home for three nights?” she wondered to herself, looking at the early stars that attempted to pierce their way through the low lying clouds.

On her way to Molinar Crossing Gwenllian tried to picture in her mind the way the city had looked on her past visits; the large homes, the towering statues, the grand squares.  As she entered the village she found it much changed.  The homes appeared smaller; the statues no longer cast impossibly long shadows; the air of activity that the city once exuded, even at night, was replaced by the silent, ghostly images of the spirits of the dead.

1.7g - General Stanig's Plan

Gwenllian searched the forest floor for the runecrafted stones General Stanig asked her to find.  They were scattered throughout the forest, but their placement suggested they had been disrupted or moved.  Many of the stones she found were lying on their sides or half buried in the underbrush of the forest. 

After gathering as many as she could handle she made her way to Sergeant Ognin at the Runeguard outpost in Faering Woods.  As she approached she overheard his discussion with one of the other Runeguard.

1.06G - Faering Woods

Gwenllian traveled west to Hammerlord Post.  As she approached the watch tower, she was disappointed to see its beautiful sky reaching tower had been crushed to half its height.  “Who would have the power to do this?” she wondered as she climbed the steps to the observation platform.

“Thomas Penthas?”  She inquired of a man who stood watch.  “Brother Jebiah has sent me from Three Springs to help you in any way that I can.”