Journal of Roan de Carville
In my searches over the years I keep finding hints supporting the Coramani theory. Odd bits of metal formed for mysterious purposes, even bits put together still working together. Perhaps the best known piece is in the town of Icehope in the north of the Duchy of Brandenberg. The town boasts the Lift a device which moves cabins on a great cable up and down the mountains. Said to have been constructed in the distant past, the Guild of the Gear Smiths retains enough to have kept it running all these years. The insular guild does not share its secrets. It took me 6 months to find a way to examine the sealed rooms. Great metal constructions clanging and banging about, though the outside is filled with snow and sleet, hot steam fills the inner halls.
Among the machinery I found repeated stamps of the following on the pieces. I believe this to be the sign of the Coramani.
As of yet I’ve had little luck convincing those of means to support a more thorough search.
It’s been years since I’ve been able to return to this obsession. Some success at last. I found a unique doll in a curio shop on the Holy Isle of all places. Not an expected place to find such a thing. The proprietor claimed it was from a small master craftsman on Dhagoland. This was of course nonsense. I found the mark without any trouble. It is so fully articulated and able to be set in any pose and retain this. With such clever details. Though carved of wood in general I am convinced there are metal struts and gears at its core. Much to precious to deconstruct though. I believe with this I might be able to entice a benefactor.
It has been a moon of changes. Pursuing one than another of the armchair history buffs, I lucked into a whale. The Duke of Brandenberg of all places. Was on the suggestion of Father Grigor San Dominic that the idea and invitation brought all together. The Duke is most interested in learning more, with the possibility of some hidden gems like the secrets behind the doll (but the least of the possibilities according to legend) and a boon for his duchy if he held their secrets closely. I am somewhat less enamored along those lines, but all must bow to those with the purse strings. Now to cast my nets wider to find a thread to pull. I am convinced our quarry must rest somewhere to the north.
The Creator must be truly smiling on me. Not two moons later and one of the most solid leads I’ve ever seen. A bit of parchment was recovered by a legionary patrol on their way back from duty at the Crossroads hit a Orcish raiding party. According to their Centurion, this bit of parchment was found on one of the bodies. There were broken bits of a seal, long cracked and hardened, perhaps a gear symbol on it, but hard to make out. It definitely shows signs of age on it.
Written in a language I’ve not seen before. It carried the Coramani mark in the midst of its text. I will take it to Father San Dominic, I am sure one of his fellow book worms will have seen this before.
This has taken rather more time than I’d expected. Still one cannot begrudge so many things falling into place. Truly it seems the Creator has smoothed my way. The Father was able to translate it eventually. In the mean time I’ve been able to find some more hints to the Coramani among their stacks. A very helpful monk, one Brother Simeon even found what appears to have been part of a Journal there. I was able to get it translated also, though this seems even less clear to me. I’ve recorded the translation here, though I’m not sure its use. The writing was partial, having been obscured by age.
On return to Brandenheim, I found the Duke had well prepared for me as I’d hoped in the note I’d sent proceeding my return from the Holy Isle. I met with Sir Gerard who keeps the Duke’s household, it seems he had already assembled a team to accompany me. The parchment was a set of orders sent to an Outpost of the Coramani. This is indisputable. It seems the outpost was to be shuttered, though the reasons were not given in any detail (apparently they had a society with a high degree of central control). They were to be sure to return with all haste, leaving the outpost of “Standby” (though what this means is not clear). There were clear instructions to be sure to return with the Shrine Relics (perhaps the Coramani were greatly religious? I should remember this line of inquiry). The description of the outpost had an outer script to the parchment that mentioned entering thru the topside entrance at the Stone Ring. The stone ring, as happenstance I’d seen this feature I’m sure, during an earlier expedition in the moors outside Stanishold. Soon I’m sure we’re be there.
Travel here was smooth, not much to write about. My companions seem most helpful and skilled. Still I cannot help finding it hard to warm to them. At least faithful Roger was able to join us. With him at my back, I’m sure it will be well.
Attacked in the night. We arrived at the Ring yesterday eve. I took Jonas with me to search out the Ring this morn. Leaving the others to establish our camp more thoroughly. Soon after we began to investigate the ring, we heard shouting back at our camp. We rushed back, to learn the camp had been raided by orcs. They drove them off, but faithful Roger fell in the fighting. It is a great loss. I feel even more alone than usual.
So I finally figured it out. The Stones have a very faint set of runes on their surface. Barely discernable, outside of touch. Their iconography is obscure, at best I think they are related to the storms and most particularly to the lightning. I think I understand the parchment a bit better, the entrance is clear only during the storms. We will investigate tonight, the storms should be great.
Betrayed. I do not know if any will find this, at least among those of honor. These companions had other designs and apparent knowledge than I was privy to. I am sure now they are responsible, the five of them for Roger’s death and if the burning in my side is true, they have surely slain me also. I was able to flee them, though not without taking several arrows. I saw one of the few Coramani symbols I recognized. Safety. So perhaps, at least for a time I have shelter.
My time is short. If you are reading this, know the others you might encounter here, are not to be trusted. I’ve destroyed the notes I’ve had in these pages of the Coramani’s secrets that they not fall into ill hands. Still I leave you this. If you would prevent their intentions, this outpost should be put to sleep. If you can get to the master room, which should have a large number of buttons, levers, dials and gauges. Entering the following should disable the metal men that Coramani apparently warred with.
Take this journal and my words to the Duke. I believe him to have been betrayed by those who serve him.
Bring Y to L
Bring D to
Enter !”$EFGJJFPQQ
Wait until all ã goto Green
Enter !”$LSSHFCPQQ
Wait until Æ goto Green
Enter !”$LSSHFCPQQ
Wait until Æ goto Amber
Enter !”$CFHSSLPQQ
Wait until Æ goto Red
Among the machinery I found repeated stamps of the following on the pieces. I believe this to be the sign of the Coramani.
As of yet I’ve had little luck convincing those of means to support a more thorough search.
It’s been years since I’ve been able to return to this obsession. Some success at last. I found a unique doll in a curio shop on the Holy Isle of all places. Not an expected place to find such a thing. The proprietor claimed it was from a small master craftsman on Dhagoland. This was of course nonsense. I found the mark without any trouble. It is so fully articulated and able to be set in any pose and retain this. With such clever details. Though carved of wood in general I am convinced there are metal struts and gears at its core. Much to precious to deconstruct though. I believe with this I might be able to entice a benefactor.
It has been a moon of changes. Pursuing one than another of the armchair history buffs, I lucked into a whale. The Duke of Brandenberg of all places. Was on the suggestion of Father Grigor San Dominic that the idea and invitation brought all together. The Duke is most interested in learning more, with the possibility of some hidden gems like the secrets behind the doll (but the least of the possibilities according to legend) and a boon for his duchy if he held their secrets closely. I am somewhat less enamored along those lines, but all must bow to those with the purse strings. Now to cast my nets wider to find a thread to pull. I am convinced our quarry must rest somewhere to the north.
The Creator must be truly smiling on me. Not two moons later and one of the most solid leads I’ve ever seen. A bit of parchment was recovered by a legionary patrol on their way back from duty at the Crossroads hit a Orcish raiding party. According to their Centurion, this bit of parchment was found on one of the bodies. There were broken bits of a seal, long cracked and hardened, perhaps a gear symbol on it, but hard to make out. It definitely shows signs of age on it.
Written in a language I’ve not seen before. It carried the Coramani mark in the midst of its text. I will take it to Father San Dominic, I am sure one of his fellow book worms will have seen this before.
This has taken rather more time than I’d expected. Still one cannot begrudge so many things falling into place. Truly it seems the Creator has smoothed my way. The Father was able to translate it eventually. In the mean time I’ve been able to find some more hints to the Coramani among their stacks. A very helpful monk, one Brother Simeon even found what appears to have been part of a Journal there. I was able to get it translated also, though this seems even less clear to me. I’ve recorded the translation here, though I’m not sure its use. The writing was partial, having been obscured by age.
On return to Brandenheim, I found the Duke had well prepared for me as I’d hoped in the note I’d sent proceeding my return from the Holy Isle. I met with Sir Gerard who keeps the Duke’s household, it seems he had already assembled a team to accompany me. The parchment was a set of orders sent to an Outpost of the Coramani. This is indisputable. It seems the outpost was to be shuttered, though the reasons were not given in any detail (apparently they had a society with a high degree of central control). They were to be sure to return with all haste, leaving the outpost of “Standby” (though what this means is not clear). There were clear instructions to be sure to return with the Shrine Relics (perhaps the Coramani were greatly religious? I should remember this line of inquiry). The description of the outpost had an outer script to the parchment that mentioned entering thru the topside entrance at the Stone Ring. The stone ring, as happenstance I’d seen this feature I’m sure, during an earlier expedition in the moors outside Stanishold. Soon I’m sure we’re be there.
Travel here was smooth, not much to write about. My companions seem most helpful and skilled. Still I cannot help finding it hard to warm to them. At least faithful Roger was able to join us. With him at my back, I’m sure it will be well.
Attacked in the night. We arrived at the Ring yesterday eve. I took Jonas with me to search out the Ring this morn. Leaving the others to establish our camp more thoroughly. Soon after we began to investigate the ring, we heard shouting back at our camp. We rushed back, to learn the camp had been raided by orcs. They drove them off, but faithful Roger fell in the fighting. It is a great loss. I feel even more alone than usual.
So I finally figured it out. The Stones have a very faint set of runes on their surface. Barely discernable, outside of touch. Their iconography is obscure, at best I think they are related to the storms and most particularly to the lightning. I think I understand the parchment a bit better, the entrance is clear only during the storms. We will investigate tonight, the storms should be great.
Betrayed. I do not know if any will find this, at least among those of honor. These companions had other designs and apparent knowledge than I was privy to. I am sure now they are responsible, the five of them for Roger’s death and if the burning in my side is true, they have surely slain me also. I was able to flee them, though not without taking several arrows. I saw one of the few Coramani symbols I recognized. Safety. So perhaps, at least for a time I have shelter.
My time is short. If you are reading this, know the others you might encounter here, are not to be trusted. I’ve destroyed the notes I’ve had in these pages of the Coramani’s secrets that they not fall into ill hands. Still I leave you this. If you would prevent their intentions, this outpost should be put to sleep. If you can get to the master room, which should have a large number of buttons, levers, dials and gauges. Entering the following should disable the metal men that Coramani apparently warred with.
Take this journal and my words to the Duke. I believe him to have been betrayed by those who serve him.
Bring Y to L
Bring D to
Enter !”$EFGJJFPQQ
Wait until all ã goto Green
Enter !”$LSSHFCPQQ
Wait until Æ goto Green
Enter !”$LSSHFCPQQ
Wait until Æ goto Amber
Enter !”$CFHSSLPQQ
Wait until Æ goto Red
Type
Journal, Personal
