A Myth in Daylight

For Memory:
 
Found Zalia. She removed another evildoer, it seems. The Magister was at the head of the group of bandits that was slaughtered in the cave. Seems fitting that he too left this existence.
We made sure to extract some more information about these dealings, and on the stone, from some of the magisters closest associates. A few well chosen words worked just as well as usual to make them believe we knew more than we actually did, and they readily shared intel - although not too much. They are bandits after all, and if possible they will stab their own ranks in the back for the chance of a higher cut. They did not reveal their next destination, to my disappointment. My skill in discreet interrogation could use honing, clearly. Luckily these noblemen will leave a hefty trail after themselves. Neither one seems the type to have spent time in the wilderness, or keen on dirtying their hands covering the tracks. Won't be a problem.
 
Regarding the stone, the abbot has entrusted us with its keeping and bringing to Nova Aera. That city has a certain draw, I must admit. I look forward to visit it again, although it must have been just a few moons since I was there last. I intend to keep the stone close. The abbot has assured me I will not turn into black mud.
This stone is a planestone. When presented with the name, something clawed at my attention, and I remembered a meeting we attended several lifetimes ago, dear reader. These planestones were discussed, almost a myth. We didn't lay much weight to their existence then, and they were described as old already at that moment, and void of energy. But this stone, it's almost alive.
 
To note:
 
I am not fully convinced the rest of my companions understand the enormous inherent power in this stone. I am also not fully convinced any one of them can be trusted with it. Zalia is Zalia, and follows her book slavishly, whose author I am still unaware of. The female frankonian suggested handing the stone over to her state. Idiotic. Her brother seems unable to form an independent thought, and certainly agrees with his sister. The man from Kang can obviously not have it. Seems I am the one to carry the burden until I find someone worthy to unload it upon.
 
It has not escaped my attention though, that the existence of these stones, although mythical and near useless at the time, was an important part of that meeting all those years ago. Could these stones hold the key to our curse breaking? To our final rest? I need to find out more.
 
To do: Follow the trail. Time demands His due.