Books: Records of the Stone Summit
Books: Records of the Stone Summit is a bookshelf in the Eye of the North which fills with pages from the Journal of Forgemender Arngirn as you collect them as part of the Fallen from the Summit achievement. The journal details the life of a Stone Summit splinter faction which refused to join forces with the rest of the reunited Deldrimor and Stone Summit to descend into the Depths of Tyria to fight the Elder Dragon Primordus in the wake of the Transformation of the Dwarves.
- Shiverpeak Mountains
- This shelf contains records you transcribed from Scrying Pool visions concerning the Stone Summit dwarves.
- Read the first journal. (If page has been found in Forging Steel)
A messenger has returned from the peace agreements. The other Summit clans have agreed to reunify with Deldrimor. We cannot submit to this weakness; we will never be their tools. It is better for us to forge our own path than to submit to ideologies that undermine the core of our being.
The process of recording my thoughts is becoming more difficult. The stone has progressed to my wrist. There is no escaping the Rite, much as I may resist.
- Read the second journal. (If page has been found in Forging Steel)
Their talk of our fate is an excuse for the corruption they have embraced. We will not be their soldiers. Our transformation does not make us "brethren." We have nothing in common other than our race. They are misguided. They do not represent us.
The Summit stands alone at the top.
As the days pass, I can feel the stone take hold. Movement takes effort. If this is my fate, I will control it. If we can't undo the Rite, then at least we will use it to our advantage.
I have dispatched scouts to key places. We must learn all we can on how to reverse the transformation. It's the only way.
- Read the third journal. (If page has been found in Forging Steel)
Few have joined us, but we will be strong with the numbers we have. A Forge Colossus has been exhumed, and several scouts have returned with plundered research. Our scholars are reconstructing the old texts to find a way to stop the stone affliction.
My movement has become burdensome. The stone has progressed to my shoulder, making it difficult to wield an axe. If I can't fight, I may as well hurl myself into fire. Any fate would be better than this.
- Read the fourth journal. (If page has been found in Forging Steel)
Progress is slow. We've harnessed the mountain's thermal springs for our furnaces, but we lack slave-cores for the Forged Colossus. The ice beasts assault our gates nightly, tearing them asunder, but their ranks seem to never thin no matter how many we fend off.
The transformation is accelerating. The stone is now at my neck, and I feel the call to join the fight with our brethren. But I will resist—we will ALL resist. There is only one Summit.
The scholars claim to understand enough about its magic to harness it, either to undo the Rite of the Great Dwarf or perhaps to leverage it. We could transform into something never before seen on the face of Tyria. We could also die.
We have made our peace with death, and would welcome it over the life that the Deldrimor would have for us.
- Read the fifth journal. (If page has been found in Forging Steel)
At last, a breakthrough. The scouts have recovered scrolls from the vaults of the Last Hierophant, the one who sought to harness the power of Deldrimor's nemesis, the Great Destroyer. Though we regrettably lack the Tome of the Rubicon, we do not need it to seize what we need. Prophecy is a farce. We decide our future.
The Stone Summit will never yield! We do not need a "blessing" given, nor will we pay its price. Strength is taken, not granted.
My movements are labored, though I am slowly acclimating. The stone surrounds me, but I am strong. I feel no fear.
Once the scholars have planned the ritual, there is no going back. We must transcend.
- Read the sixth journal. (If page has been found in Darkrime Delves)
The treatment is slow, but among the forges there is a long-awaited sense of triumph. The Forge Colossus tears our foes limb from limb as its furnaces burn, and although the stone remains on our bodies, our thoughts are freed from its shackles.
With each phase, transformation can be felt within. Though we grudgingly accept our new bodies, we are bound for irreversible change. All has not been to plan, however. Some among us have not withstood the treatment. Their bodies were melted from within by fire, leaving behind nothing but ash. We mourn them, but their wills were perhaps not strong enough for the rites. The ritual priests propose the fallen may have been overwhelmed by a force connected to or perhaps superior to what we're harnessing. A being of pure and ancient fire.
Regardless, the Stone Summit will not yield. We are the masters of our lands and all within them.
- Read the seventh journal. (If page has been found in Darkrime Delves)
The ice beast assaults have subsided, thus giving the guards a much needed reprieve. But I sense unrest within them. There has been infighting. We brought one before the priests for counseling, though he remained completely unresponsive to their ministrations. When released, he returned silently to his post as if nothing had occurred.
The mood has chilled. We speak little. There is a burning within us.
This will pass. Like with the stone, we must acclimate to fire.
- Read the last journal. (If page has been found in Darkrime Delves)
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