12th day of autumn
Lower lands, Rothgar
High King Mjolnnir of Rothgar,
Many months have passed since your Excellency sent me, your humble alchemist, to the distant lands that lie far beyond your fair kingdom to study the myths and rumors of the ancient language that was used by dragons when they ruled these lands. I have learned that the artifact you wish to translate the words off is called the Rune stone of Araljast. This artifact as you mentioned was found in an ancient crypt, presumably being the rune stone of the powerful enchanter Araljast whom was buried with. He had the power to control dragons and summon them from the dead. The dragons had been long extinct before the first men set foot on these very lands, so Araljast must have found the rune stone himself.
It therefore stands to reason that the dragons were able to communicate with one another. Through much research, scholars have determined that this is exactly what the dragons did. For the mighty roars of the beasts, even when those roars contained fire, or ice, or some other deadly magic, were actually much more – they were words. These words were in an ancient, though decipherable, language.
Your Highness, you might think this as sheer folly on the part of some overeager academics. I thought precisely the same thing. But then I started hearing rumors. The odd snippet of a conversation from some brave explorer or gold-coveting crypt diver. And always, always, it was the same word repeated:
So I listened more. I began to arrange the pieces of the puzzle, and slowly unravel the mystery.
Spread throughout the lands, in ancient dungeons, burial grounds, and other secluded places, there are walls. There were black, ominous walls on which a script is written so old, so unknown, that none who had encountered it could even begin its translation.
And so I found out that the Rune stone of Araljast was a shattered piece of one of these black walls. The letters on it aren’t even letters but scratches from the dragon’s claws. I couldn’t believe such majestic creatures could carve words of power in these black walls.
The markings on the rune stone speak of overwhelming power and unbelievable words of strength that I cannot risk to divulge to you in this letter. I am on my way back to the castle so we can further discuss this, Your Majesty.
Your loyal alchemist,