Lost Village (book)
The Lost Village
by Trefinja Giln
It was cool fall afternoon in the year 157; we were
having our typical meeting of the clan council
discussing matters for our coming weeks festivities.
The light-hearted discussions within the council's
chamber was abruptly shattered by a young Dwarven
messenger. The trembling and bloodied messenger
barely managed to make it through the entrance before
collapsing to the ground. His bloodshot and glassy
eyes looked up at me as I stood over him, he clasped
my hand and said in a dusky, broken voice, "Nenav...
Dalar... village in the mountains... slaves... help
them... help... them." He closed his eyes and
breathed his last breath. I immediately called for
the village Empath but it was too late, he could not
be saved. In his right hand he was clutching a
tattered and torn piece of parchment which I soon
pried loose from his grip, and it read:
Khenea's Prophecy
- The watchers wait on a Hero's breath.
- To bring forth an end to darkness reign.
- Death shall sow, and time will burn, before the Hero
- comes.
- Now time won't slay the ancient wrong
- Nor part the evil's deed
- In blood they plead, in heart as one, one day the Hero
- comes.
- When the new day opens and travelers approach
- The curse is nears its end
- All could be the one we need, so watch... the Hero
- comes.
- And so it shall... come to pass
- What evil made, be undone
- By the Hero's hand we do await, for now the Hero
- comes.
- But fail it could this rite of good
- And lead us down the starry road
- If the Kvika Heart is not retrieved, then death is
- what will come.
- So we pray the answer will unfold
- The prophecy we do speak
- We wait on one to liberate, our souls... our lives...
- we seek.
- Please my lord, heed Khenea's prophecy and send us
- help. I don't know how much longer we can wait, just
- follow along the great mountains on the edge of the
- horizon until you find the break in the...
- The rest of the parchment was torn off
After receiving this letter we searched for more
information about this hidden village, but
unfortunately we found nothing. I write this journal
in hopes that someday someone will be able to resume
the search and maybe decipher the cryptic message
within the parchment.
Trefinja Giln