While wandering Cyrene, the city's Security Minister Prenumbra came
across the High Cleric of Phaestus writhing in a deep sleep. When he
awoke it became apparent very quickly he was acting slightly insane.
Prenumbra instantly called on the help of a local Priestess and one of
the Senators to investigate the situation. Keturah and Viperda after
using many healing abilities they possessed could not work out the
malady that the Cleric was under. He was also speaking in a form of
Ancient Dwarven neither could understand and nor could any magical
device to help comprehend languages.

The Hand of Phaestus was consulted regarding the dwarf, and after his
initial assessment the Cleric had been drinking too much Holy Water,
sent the Priestess to ask the Cleric of Phaestus within His Temple,
Jerh'mias. Jerh'mias had the group of concerned citizens take the
strange dwarf to his presence where he quickly diagnosed Pwyll of having
a foreign pressence in his mind. It appeeared that Phaestus was trying
to convey a message to the world through His cleric, but the thought he
had implanted in the dwarf's mind was too much for the mortal brain to
comprehend adequately and it was slowly driving him insane.

Jerh'mias explained some of the waffle Pwyll was saying as he was
referring to Kongol Drak, the metaphor for the Dwarven Nation comprised
of the 12 Dwarven Clans. To force the alien thought from the mad
cleric's mind, Jerh'mias instructed several people, most notably Keturah
the Priestess, Aeryi and Viperda the Senators of Cyrene and Dumas the
Spiritual Monk that a rite could be performed but would need several
things.

Channels to the Elemental Planes, Shining Light of a Guardian Angel,
Internal Mind Pressure on Pwylls mind, Protective Runes and the
carcasses of an Aquatic Monster and an Orc Leader would all be needed
for the rite. Dumas took it upon himself to look after the mad cleric
while many other Cyrene citizens led by Viperda and those who were
concerned for Pwyll's safety went in search of the Reagents needed for
the Rite. Malachi a young Priest went in search of Honey Mead for
Jerh'mias who refused to impart anymore knowledge untill he had wet his
throat, while Viperda led the adventuring party. During this time the
Hand of the Smith began research into what Kongol Drak was in the vast
Library of Phaestus, seeking an answer to the gibberish he was spouting.

Once the Kraken, and Ogre Baron had been killed by Viperda and his small
army of devoutee's everyone gathered in the presence of Jerh'mias the
Cleic of Phaestus for the rite. Jerh'mias called for all those present
who could channel Elemental Power to open conduits to the elemental
plains. However there were not enough channeling to bring the raw power
to the room and so a call went out to everyone that could channel enough
power to accomplish this task. Satisfied with the amount of raw energy
being drawn to their location Jerh'mais read aloud from a Prayer Book
and focused the energy. Secondly he asked for as many monks as possible
to mindlock Pwyll, forcing the foreign thought to the surface of his
conciousness. Again a lack of monks present hampered this and a new call
went out for new helpers. Again once completed Jerh'mias read allowed
from his Prayer Book and harnessed the invisible tendrils of energy
linking minds manipulating the thought he was after.

Finally the wielders of Devotion magiks and Runewardens set up defensive
spheres in the room to prevent the escape of the thought of a divine
from fleeing to a new host and to prevent otherworldy forces from
entering the stunned mind of the mad cleric Pwyll. Once completed
Jerh'mias called upon Phaestus to banish the foreign thought from the
mind of Pwyll as the Reagents burned and filled the room with green
smoke.

In an angusihed cry of pain Pwyll arced his body and blue energy
cascaded out of his mind slamming into the body of Molotov. Although
strong in the faith of Phaestus he also could not control the thought of
a divine inside his head and collapsed in agony. In a last minute ditch
Viperda, called upon Keturah to use her Angel and absolved the soul of
Molotov, destroying the thought that was lingering in his brain.
Thankfully the protective spheres the Runewardens had set up in the room
stopped any harm to the physical body and mind as the thought was
destroyed, and Molotov was Ressurected.

After regaining his sanity, Pwyll had full recollection of the knowledge
in the thought from Phaestus and was eager to explain to the world what
he had learnt. Jerh'mias was exhaused and asked for a time of rest, as
the Prayers needed to release the spirit had taxed him of his strength.

Many people left but some stayed to hear the words from Pwyll. Aa it
turned out the information imparted to him was the ancient lore of the
Dwarven Clans. Originally 12 and now 9, they once formed a metaphorical
nation called Kongol Drak whos centre was the Worldmountain. Here each
Clanchieftain was in the Council of the Dwarves where one of their
numbers was considered the Warchieftain of all Dwarvendom. In fighting
and clan wars soon saw the Worldmountain crumble and fall, and the
STones that built Kongol Drak (the clans) dissapear to the winds. The
knowledge imparted is a sign from Phaestus that he wishes to see Kongol
Drak reformed and the Clans to once again live their lives, in freedom
as one nation under whoever they saw to worship with their freewill.

More information will be forthcomming once Pwyll regain's his composure
and the knowledge of Kongol Drak is imparted to the Dwarves of the
World. AS the Hand of Phaestus I would like to thank everyone that
helped cure Pwyll of the malady that has plagued him, in particular to
Dumas his protector and guardian, Viperda as a Warrior of Phaestus in
the hunt for Reagents and Keturah the Priestess of Light. But everyone
who helped must be commended on their hard work and valor in this hard
time.

Hand of Phaestus
Molotov Lighthawjk

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Daedalan, in the year 335 AF.