Round 15 Transcript

I kneel before the gate, pulling out my notes and a fresh quill. I begin sketching the runes with meticulous detail, comparing them to the fragments of the ancient script I found in the tower's archives. The patterns are intricate, each symbol a piece of a puzzle I am determined to solve. My fingers trace the lines, feeling the subtle grooves in the stone. The silence here is deafening, broken only by the scratch of my quill against parchment and the faint hum of the ward's power. I can almost feel the weight of what lies beyond this threshold. One wrong rune could spell disaster.

I lean in closer, tracing the runes with my eyes, looking for patterns or clues. The light and shadow elements seem to frame this section... but what about silence? Where does it fit? "Cleric, can you use your divine sight to check if there's any residual magic in those grooves? And Varrika, keep an eye on the perimeter—something feels... off. We need a moment to understand this before touching anything."

The ward's sequence is still incomplete. Accidental contact could trigger it prematurely and trap us all—or worse.