Shining White

Year: 1491, Month: Mirtul, Date:15th

As we look down on shining white, I see a barrow mound, sitting on top of a rocky hill over looking a big stream.  We think its the mound but all we can see is snow.  There are two raised rings of earth, get

Leo says shining white gets its name from a tall spire that is always covered in snow at it's pinnacle.  The spire is made of chalk.  I look down as we approach Shining White, but I can't see anything moving.

"Captain Zook, can you set us down near the altar?"  "I can hover within 50' and then drop rope ladders down."  "Will you be joining us?"  After a few moments thought he nods his head, "Yes, I think I will take a look."

Zook manoeuvres the Airship directly above the mound upon which the altar sits.  We lower a rope ladder and swing over the edge of the deck and climb down.

Someone, or something, did not like Shining White.  The altar has been smashed to rubble.  Two hundred feet further south there is a menhir that has fallen over or was pushed.

Leo begins a short incantation, that ends with him closing his fist around a caterpillar cocoon, crushing it in his hand. He changes into some sort of wolf.  The wolf begins digging with its paws into the mound under the smashed altar.  

We keep watch, whilst Leo frantically digs beneath the altar.  After about 30 minutes the wolf that is Leo has made a substantial hole.  He continues to dig and his claw scraps across something ceramic.  He slows his digging to carefully uncover what has been buried.  

The wolf gently uncovers a very large and colourfully painted porcelain mask.  Leo turns back into his own form.  The mask is very large, and would fit a Giants head.  


Leo says that it presumably once belonged to a Cloud Giant.

We take the mask and proceed back to the Airship.  We ask Captain Zook to set a course for Flint Rock.  In the late evening, we spot a pair of Rocs on the horizon with riders on their backs, quartering the sky, clearly looking for something.  "Man the ballista!" I shout.  Everyone ignores me.  One of the dragon cultists says they are probably looking for their King.  We watch them as we progress on towards Flint Rock.  The Rocs and their riders take no notice of us.  

After caring for my plate armour, and praising Tyr for his strength and guidance, I bed down to get some rest.  We should arrive at Flint Rock around dawn.