Day 15th of Summer Tide, year of our Lady 1543 After Gilles

 
We have uncovered the shrine and some broken pillars and ruinous walls. The decayed wood and fallen rubble tells me it used have a dome of shiny white marble. We keep uncovering stone after stone underneath the earth we dig away. The shrine in itself is quite big, now to find the stairs so we can determine the ground level and where the tomb might begin. My guess is it lies in the south part of the hills, facing […]

Day 21st of Summer Tide, year of our Lady 1543 After Gilles

 
The warm weather and the merciless sun slow our work. We have uncovered most parts of the stairs with odd small waterways, lining the stones. The architecture and decorations never cease to amaze me. On a much more depressing note: most Knights that have accompanied us for the last year, have been recalled by our sovereign. News from the north is dire indeed: as the King had foreseen enormous hordes of beasts and fell minions of chaos have gathered, threatening the Empire. Funds have been cut back and I had to send some diggers away as well. As these curse of luck holds […]

Day 9th of Fore-mystery, year of our Lady 1543 After Gilles

 The group of Armand has finished cleaning up the shrine and its beauty uncovered has baffled us all. As we work near the shrine we feel the light of the Lady radiant upon us, making us feel secure. Meanwhile my group finally reached the gate between the stairs. It took us a while to uncover the once mighty wooden doors but after a week of hard work we finally can gaze at the entrance of the tomb. The doors are mostly decayed and the inscriptions and decorations faded through time and eroding sands. Tomorrow we’ll breach the stone seal of the Dragon Rampart to open this great warrior’s tomb once again.

Day 10th of Fore-mystery, year of our Lady 1543 After Gilles

 
It took us a while to break the seal and move the two massive blocks away, freeing our way into the tomb. My hands trembled as I pushed the doors open, knowing I would be the first to enter this holy place for over 1500 of years. The smell of decay and dust greeted me as I stepped into the ancient tomb, my torch illuminating the stonework of the walls. Though the colour had faded the many inscriptions and carvings had endured, telling the heroic saga of Lord Guiverch le Breton. After some twenty feet the corridor gave way to a round room of simple majesty: Throughout the room rotten banners and rusted armour stood, encircling the tomb of this once great Bretonnian forefather. The tomb was more of a sarcophagus than a normal stone chest: it stood upright and held the image of this noble Knight sleeping and holding a mighty greatsword. Its closed eyes and stern face seem to reach us from beyond death and years. Though the room had few treasures except old and rusted relics and weaponry, the image is more rewarding than an entire chamber of gold! In the years to come pilgrims and our descendants will visit this shrine and tomb to gaze upon the wonders and beauty of our world. I thank the Lady for letting me play a part in uncovering this piece of important information. Now I’ll write to our gracious King to inform our Lord of the success of our expedition, a message much needed in these dark times. I’ll ask him to appoint me as leader and send funds to rebuild the shrine: this work should be rebuilt for it is the Lady’s wish.

Day 20th of After Witching, year of our Lady 1544 After Gilles

It’s been two years since we headed to these rugged lands to find the tomb of Guiverch. We have managed to rebuild the dome and months of polishing have made the marble and stone shine once again in the morning sun. The pilgrims have arrived: first some then more, now we are visited by tenfold. Numbers are scarce however: the King has officially declared an errantry war! Chaos has stirred in the far north of the Empire and destruction and death will reign if not stopped by the light. I fear these lands are no longer safe: pilgrims and Knights have reportedly been ambushed by many a foul beast and dark souls.