Record of Romac's Travels

I've followed the clues, these scraps of knowledge and rumor and folklore, as far north as I dare go. Over the rocky spires ahead of me, I see the dusky smudge of Corruption that persists above the broken mountain. Vine and stone and branch move here, some strange power binding their forms together - I've heard tell of them, but this is my first time seeing them for myself. Wonderous. A traveler stepped from the path and passed some invisible boundary to cause offense - these creatures appeared to tear that poor fool asunder. Deadly. I shall be careful where I place my feet. To the east, a pristine lake shimmers as the sun rises, and the light warms my back as I enter the cave. -- A rockslide. Of all things to be stopped by, a damnable rockslide should be the least of my worries. A small chamber, no more than a half dozen paces deep, illuminated by the light of glowing crystals. This must be the place... at least, behind these rocks. Unless I reveal the location to others, I fear I shall never see what secrets await. Myrddin's workshop has been sealed by the island itself. I did not come away emptyhanded. Buried in the dust at my feet, I found a... I'm not certain what it actually is. When I picked it up, it sparked and tingled with energy. It is small, possibly stone, fist-sized. Carved on every surface appear to be runes, words, symbols of some fashion. Some of the ancient tales of Myrddin mentioned magical stones, granted to individuals to allow safe passage into dangerous areas. I wonder if this may be one of those keystones? It is time to return to safer pastures. I feel the eyes of the trees watching me far too closely here.