A shard of pink stone the size of your palm, pulsating with veins of dark red.
This knowledge shard was used by a traveler to record his journey through Midgard. The writings detail a traveler's journey on foot from Capleon up through Trombei and Friula, then winding their way into the Western Wilderness. Only a single entry refers to the author by his first name: Oeber.
Page 1:
Here lies an epic tale of magic and swordplay! Huh, I guess this really is just like writing in a no no, erase. Wait!
Bah! Brand new crystal, ruined on page one. Well I guess it'll make a decent travel log instead of a fragile book.
Page 27:
They say once you see something out of the ordinary you'll start to notice it everywhere. I saw a dwarf yesterday, first one on the road in awhile. Now, less than a day out of Valmiras, I've seen no less than a score or two! They claim they're going to see the cleric but won't say anything else besides an exaggerated wink.
Page 28:
I met her! Ha haah! I ... don't remember her name though. Hard to remember anything from yesterday to be honest. The dwarves were right, though. What a trip. I hadn't figured dwarves would flock to a cleric of Sif. But then again, anyone brewing up divinely-touched ale will bring followers from miles around. My head is pounding, think I'll put this away now. Oh! Must remember she's in a border town called Tarini.
Page 151 (Final Entry by Oeber):
Finally, something that may turn out to be more than a rumor! I met a second group on the road today who claim they've seen remnants of blood sacrifices near the old Cloven Crown battleground. Their descriptions of mutilated limbs and twisted faces may lead to the first real case of void magic I get to investigate. If I get there before dusk I should be able to hide away and observe anyone visiting the area without exposing myself.
Pages 152-154 (Addendum by Dain Gilas)
I think it was two days before we made camp, that our wagon passed by Villershall River where it flows close to the road. Falk mentioned in passing that there were no dwarves hawking fish by the roadside. I hadn't made this leg of the trip before and didn't think much of it; but apparently the fishmongers were an expected sight along that stretch of road.