Obelisks

The obelisks show hidden truths and some are connected to the flame, others are connected to the shroud which festers below ground. The obelisks secrets will only be revealed to those who seek them.

IN A WORLD DESTINED FOR RUIN

Humanity will fade, as all beings do. Their light will flicker and die, untouched by the eternal flame. Meaningless and miniscule in the face of near endless insight, burning brightly. Turning to dust as we turn to fire. An endless cycle of ruin and turmoil.

THE FLAME TOUCHED FACE

Unforeseen - Humanity is ephemeral! Nothing but a brief moment in time, a breath long taken, the blink of an eye! Yet - despite their mortal nature - they have created fire. A flame of their own to brighten their impending dawn.

CHASMS WHICH SPLIT THE EARTH

Nested within the Starfall Kingdom. A chasm so deep, its contents have eluded us for millennia. No secret can resist illumination by light of the eternal Flame. An archaic evil, brewing... growing. It must be buried, flooded, sealed. Humanity should never brush against these tendrils of pandemonium.

OUR SANCTUM AMIDST THE HOLLOW, BLINDED FROM WITHIN

The crude lifeblood extracted, diluted and alchemized. Transformed, transfigured. Molten and born anew. Profound power, fueling the bodies of the youngest in Embervale, rotting them. We've failed, blinded by our stoicism. Let us point our gaze back towards the sky - for this hollowed core cannot be saved. Loraine Crim has three research writings on the Revelwood, Nomad Highlands and Kindlewastes obelisks.

OUR EYES TOWARDS THE STARS, FOREVER SHUT

Energy, welling from deep inside the core. A light erupts, breaching the boundaries of space itself. A door to be opened by the flame touched - the brightest of sparks will walk a path lined by fire, and illuminate what is shrouded in shadow. Never let the stars be extinguished, never douse the sun. Rise above all, a legacy to last an eternity.

A BREATH OF LIGHT, FADING

We've been split. Ripped apart like a twin-headed eel. The discordance in our midst sunders our youngest from the empyrean - a new chapter at last. They wish to protect the ephemeral flame, inspired by the hearthlights and fireflies of humankind. We will all shift and fall. At last, we stumble.

OF THE FLAW IN US ALL

Perhaps the Flame has been tainted all its life. Blinded by its own light - or perhaps, it was us. The final flaw, raised too high above the rest. A fall so deep, so devastating, it rivals the chasms of Starfall Kingdom. A failure to rip us in two. Divided, in shambles. Our young drowning in war, our old locked inside the stars. A miscalculation. Ash among Starfire, after all. We must start anew. - Manathor

AS THE FINAL TIDE FREES US

Finally - Remnants of an elusive age, cast away. Drowned in waves. Yet another evil - a mistake - brushed away, and sealed. Let the water flush out all that is tainted. After us, the flood.

Additional related text, from the author of the obelisks:

AS WE ALL FORGET

I so fondly recall my clueless years, foolishly venturing further than the rest. The depths piqued my interest, full of wonder and awe. I reached out, yearning for knowledge, veiled in the warmth of the Flame. I was young and feared no mistakes. In the abyss, I felt eternity. I feel it no more. The sand in my hourglass slips away. When I hear the Flame call the name of the eldest - my name - i am filled with regret. Our planets core has changed... the ripple effect of my discoveries tore the valleys and our youngest apart. Failure should have scared me, not change. The abyss is all that remains, and it means oblivion. I've branded my name onto the stone - recorded all my failures onto the Obelisks, burdened to outlast me. Fearing to be forgotten, I signed my name on the last.. how very human of me. Curious, this final feeling. So hollow. So cold. - Manathor