Days of Slowtree 3
March 18, 1915
We walked south for most of the day. The Greentail hills were behind us. In the late afternoon, Wren kept busy with her maps and compass. I don’t know how any of that stuff works. It felt like we were walking in circles. Maybe we were. Mysterious, ancient obelisks are not easy to locate, or so Wren said when I asked for an update.
We stumbled upon a strange building just as the sun was setting. It was cleverly nestled between folds in the land. It was a dull, gray building made of stacked blocks. The roof came to a point. The roof was made of the same blocks as the walls. I don’t know how the builders got it to stay up, but they did a really good job of it. The building had no doors and narrow, rectangular windows. We couldn’t find a means of entry. The structure was unmarred by looters or vandals. This place was in the middle of nowhere. Nonetheless, I am surprised that nobody had found it before. If this was the landmark that we were looking for, it’s been here for centuries. Maybe Fate steered away every wanderer until we came along.
The pristine exterior succumbed to an instant of magic wrought by Wren Icemud. She burst a wall with a fiery spell. A strange odor hung in the air. Some sort of lingering effect of her magic, I suppose.
Grub cautiously entered the building. It was dark. He stepped outside a moment later and described what he saw. The center of the building was hollow and it delved so deep into the dirt that he could not see the bottom. There was a sturdy platform inside, level with the ground. He said that there was plenty of room for the wagons.
Since night was upon us, we brought the wagons inside and set up our camp. I found that there was a ramp on the far side of the platform leading down into the dark. How fortunate! We can bring our supplies with us as we explore.
That is all for tonight. I am exhausted from this very long day.