The Archivist "I cannot teach you to work the runes, that is beyond the scope of my abilities." The aging woman responds. "I can, though, teach you the history behind them." She rises, and hobbles her way toward a shelf stacked neatly with scrolls and books.
"This one." She states, setting a musty old tome down up a lectern. A wisp of light comes into existence above it, conjured to aid in its reading. "Hundreds of years ago, the world was torn apart by the forces of Heaven and Hell.The sky rained fire and vengeance, and the earth spewed forth demons and devils both. I suspect you remember that from your lessons. She looks at Vyxl and Victor before continuing.
"In the years that followed, war raged. Angel slaughtered devil, devil slaughtered angel, and while they were not, each turned their wrath on man and beast alike. Eventually they had slain enough, the devils became bored, and the angels wondered why they had not been recalled. They looked for answers from their superiors, but none came. The devils could make no further contact with Hell, and angels were denied their return to the Heavens. Those that came to Earth for the glory of their heritage found themselves abandoned, stranded, cut off from their place of origin.
"The early devils, being a worldlier sort, took to a life devoid of infernal command easiest. They began to settle here. Build lives for themselves. The Archdevils built great castles and cities, turned themselves into Kings. The angels were not so happy. Rather than revelling in freedom, they felt betrayed. A life of service to the Gods they once knew could not be parted with so easily. Mira looks up at the group, and apologises. "Of course, you know all this, yes? I will skip through to the matter at hand." She flips through several pages before finding the appropriate text.
"In the days after the fall, the devil Eligos and the angel Azariah fell afoul of each other. Both were explorers, wandering the scorched earth, revealing the sites that would become sacred to their kind. They fought for possession of these sites, continually engaging in bloody skirmishes and guerilla warfare. Months passed, and each expedition grew weaker every day as they lost men to the other side. Eventually Eligos and his winged steed were the only fiends remaining, and Azariah the only archon."
"In time, both became restless with this constant fighting. Eligos searched for a goat with pale fur, as a symbol of his goodwill. Taming it, and tying a missive to its neck, he sent the animal to Azariah's camp. Azariah slew the goat, eating of its flesh and sacrificing the organs to his god in another vain attempt to contact the Heavens. He then read Eligos' message, which presented his challenge to Azariah. The two would race across the known world, planting stone tokens as they went to track their passage. They met the next night, and toiled a week to create their markers. In Azariah's pride, he fashioned stones that would grow into monuments, places of pilgrimage that would bring glory to his god and kin."
Archivist Mira's wrinkled face twists into a smirk as she continues reading.
"This is my favourite part. Eligos presented to Azariah with arrogance when they were to begin. He offered the Angel a day to begin his journey before the devil would depart, wagering that the Steed of Abigor could carry him faster than the Azariah's angelic wings. Azariah merely laughed at Eligos, damning him to failure. And so they raced.
Azariah planted his first token in the hills above Sennica, before taking flight to the ruins of Castila. Eligos rode in the morning after, and set to work on the monument the angel had set down. Working his infernal magic over the bright white stones, they turned grey, and emblazoned with runes. Calling a wild beast from surrounding lands, he slaughtered it on the keystone, offering a prayer to a higher power. Not to a being of Heaven or Hell, but to those of Stone and Air and Fire and Water. He then left, knowing his work there was done. For 8 months and 8 days, the devil followed the angel, corrupting his monuments.
Arriving back at the hills of Sennica, Azariah was furious to find his stones altered, and moreso when he saw their guardian. A deformed lamb, with the bastard blood of Heaven and Hell coursing through its veins. As if this were not enough of an affront, it also bore the mark of the elements. Its wool slick and wet, hooves of clay, and a flame burning above its brow. In a fit of rage, the angel slew the misbegotten creature. As its blood ran down the grey stone floor, Azariah swore a curse on Eligos, and promptly vanished from the Earth."
Mira chuckles weakly to herself. "You see, Azariah set the creature as the guardian of the stones, but it was Eligos that changed its nature. The lamb that was meant to be a guide for pilgrims was transformed into a guide to the Earth. Eligos gave us the gift of far-travelling, though we require a guide to utilise it. The stones in the hills above Sennica cannot be travelled from, as they possess no guide. Our nearest guide sits upon Mount Kamus, the beast known as Thunder. It is only by his permission that one can travel through the paths within."