Whatever powers these obelisks hold, the ancients of Aeternum made use of them – or more likely, shaped them themselves... but to what purpose, I do not know.
Life grows thickly about them, striking blue flowers unlike any I have seen on the isle - and even Azoth-infused flora, which we gather carefully.
Rolfe seemed out of sorts, has been since the attack on the dig site. He was hunched to the ground at a stone's throw from the obelisk, staring at it as if listening to something, clutching the vial of Azoth I'd paid him with... I had to address him twice before the fellow snapped out of it, still at a loss for words.
After addressing him rather sharply... perhaps sharper than was merited... Rolfe said he felt the azoth... ‘sing' in the presence of the obelisk, and did not know what to make of it.
We shall continue our circuit of the ring of obelisks, then leave the central Spire for last.
-Grenville