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==The Tablet==

Authors note: There are different types of scholars in the world. There
are those who sit and read, and having read wondrous things proceed to
write about them, as if from experience. And then there are those who
discover the wondrous things through diligence, those who write the first
books. And then there are those, like myself, who have scholarship thrust
upon them.

I am certainly not a great mage yet, for I can barely discern the future
of the sky's mood, much less divine events of a passerby's future. I do
not yet know the positions of the stars. In truth, I came to The Crossing
from a nearby village where I first dreamed of becoming a Paladin. As a
youth I had seen one leading a small party into battle against a raiding
party, and that became my mission in life.

I had constructed a small boat and crossed the swamp, past which I
followed the path to the East Gate, wondering how many people had also
walked this path. I tripped on a stone - a chance happening. As I wiped
the grass and filth from my robes, something caught my eye. Though the
stone was encrusted with muck on its bottom side, and a few snails and worms
still clung to it, I could see a tiny glint of gold. Wild dreams of wealth
ran through my thoughts, and I quickly picked it up, thinking it to be a
solid peice of gold. In actuality, it was much lighter. Intrigued, I
concealed it and proceeded until I came to a small creek. Glancing to make
sure none were watching, I kneeled by the water and washed the stone.

Indeed, there was gold, but it was set into the ordinary hunk of flint
which I tripped over. Such intricacy! Such a strange pattern, such
confusion in the detail. This bizarre piece would fetch a tremendous price.
And then fate smiled and thumped me in the head. I stood dizzied for a
moment with the realization that this was writing, unlike I had ever seen.
I am no linguist, but I received a fine education in my humble villiage by
the courtesy of a wounded mage who spent much time recovering there. I came
to know much about the world, and became acquainted with the written
languages. This, then, was either evidence mistakenly left by a stealthy
spy from some unheard-of power beyond the reaches of our Traders, or a
tablet left by a civilization long dead.

I spoke to as few people as possible, and entered the academy hastily. I
borrowed a book on the ancient languages, leaving a substantial sum as
collateral for its safe return, and took it back to a room I rented at an
inn. I spent the next three days without sleep and with little food or
water, doing my best to force the arcane language to fit any of the known
scripts of ancient lore. It seemed some hybridization of ancient Elven and
Elothian, with some verbs from a Human dialect. Once I finally determined
its nature, I proceeded to translate some of it. My notes were sufficient
for the task, and after some heavy sessions of study, I returned the book
to the academy in the evening. I suppose it was a mistake not to trust the
innkeeper with my prize, for on the way back I made a wrong turn and came
face to face with a small band of robbers. I remember a dull pain on the
side of my head and then blackness, and then the morning sun as I woke in
the gutter. I scrambled back to my room, paniced, and then I found that
the tablet was missing along with my remaining funds.

How often I have cursed myself for not submitting it to some professor at
the academy I cannot remember. What clues lay in that tablet? What
secrets? Before I left that evening I began work on it. The script is
characterized by an uncertain grammar, so I apologize if it seems rickety...

"Erected and floating today this is of the thirty-second hundred yeared we
of the Elves honor the craftmanship displyed by Human the shining builders
made the city. Elothians and Elves and Humans the forever soaring over the
globe in the together of brotherhood and alliance. Gone the banished ones
now but needs vigilance is the watchers for, and thus by the cities we
protect and save the Elanthia globe."

This much I transcribed intact. The rest is somewhat broken. Below in smaller type was a desription having something to do with the function of
a lever. I do not know specifically how this lever was to function, but it
would give access to the place where the shelved-one dwelled. I assume that
the tablet served as some sort of cornerstone, but I am unsure how it fit in
with the original structure.

The nature of the implied structure is certainly startling. Again, many
scholars could have fared better with the translation, but my shock lent me
persistance: the words floating and city are irrefutably paired, just as
shining builders, soaring over the globe, and banished ones are. The latter
three pairs leave me confused, but the former - Floating cities sets my mind
to working whenever I happen to think of it.

I returned to the area where I found the tablet and rummaged through the
undergrowth for a week. Finally, exausted and malnourished, I staggered back
to the city and collapsed on the steps of the hospital. The kind caretakers
there put me back on my feet and, understanding my plight, afforded me a
small loan which I could pay back to them in time.

So I became a Moon Mage, and shall pursue the mystery of the flying cities
until I find more evidence of these ancients.

By what magic or engines did the people of this age accomplish such a
feat? What became of them? How far did their empire stretch? And why have
none heard of them until now? The question which disturbs me most is the
matter of the banished ones. Who were they, where did they go, and when
will they return? Most important, what are we to do if they return?

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Tablet (book) - Revision history

CARAAMON: moved Tablet, The (book) to Tablet (book)

CARAAMON at 22:40, 3 February 2011

CARAAMON: The Tablet (book) moved to Tablet, The (book)

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