Once you read the tablets, you can’t read them again. You’ll have to abandon the quest and start over.
So, if you missed something and enjoy the game’s lore, here’s what’s written on each one:
Glittering Ancient Tablet
/way The Forgotten Vault 60, 21
<A relief depicts an imposing, metal-skinned figure. There is a large ring on the gauntlet of her raised hand.>
With our Lord of Thunder silent, the mighty Cyrce led her clan from Sturmpyk and away from the Winterskorn's unquenched thirst for war.
As we fled, the cold northern winds at iron backs, we questioned our clans purpose. Who did we stand to protect?
For without the Keepers, who did we serve?
Our prayers were answered years after our exodus.
From beneath the earth, we heard its cry, a plea for help, an anguished call.
To Cyrce's ears, the call was our destiny, and so, she led us towards the voice.
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Glittering Ancient Tablet
/way The Forgotten Vault 59, 37
<A single slab of stone embedded with crystalline fragments, the ancient tablet is decorated with intricately-carved images and runic letters.
A relief depicts a stoic, metal-skinned figure. Upon her shoulder sits a majestic winged creature with sparkling, cabochon-cut crystals set as its eyes.
The pair are staring upon a massive crystalline facet.>
As broken tools were cast aside, we found beneath the ground. For months we heard, and for months we searched.
A golden crystal, encased by stone, its glow like a torch in the dark.
Upon its face, Cyrce's hand was pressed; a sound, a cry!
But not of pain or plea of help, but of calm, of grace. Hymosul, the Luminous Heart.
Its radiance and face, as if carved by unseen hands.
Many stones, I have carved. My iron hands, my tools, but the splendor of Hymosul has opened my eyes.
New designs, patterns and structures. My mind is... clear.
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Glittering Ancient Tablet
/way The Forgotten Vault 50, 37
<The relief depicts a large chamber with a gathering of humanoid figures, the tallest of which holds her fist aloft; a small imbedded gold sliver glimmers from her finger.
In the center of the cavern, jutting up from the floor, sits a massive crystalline facet.>
The cavern grew, by tools and hands, a cradle for Heart to rest, from stones, to Shrine, the Sturmvyn laid.
For Hymosul's voice, once fierce, had calmed.
Though Cyrce spoke to Heart, its voice was faint, a whisper barely heard.
And so, with iron hands, I carved, I forged.
A circlet, born of radiant ore, fit for the hand of Cyrce. A ring adorned with smaller shards of Heart.
Remnants, smoothed and carved, with runes of Storm, citrines lit, their faces aglow with soft song.
Through the circlet, together, Cyrce and Hymosul sang.
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Glittering Ancient Tablet
/way The Forgotten Vault 57, 46
<The monolith depicts a vast stone tower collapsing into an massive wave. In the shadow of the wave, a faint figure can be seen.
Beneath the tower, in an underground chamber, humanoid figures take shelter before a glittering gold facet.>
For generations passed, our purpose held, the Luminous Heart at ease.
When lands seized and heaved, the skies flashed in noxious green.
Our bastion cracked, as towers fell, and waters black encroached.
In Vault beneath, we Sturmvyn prayed, Cyrce's hand upon her Heart.
But when tremors grew, its cries rang out; Hymosul's squall renewed.
When silence fell, the cries still pained, our stone-runed doors unsealed
As Cyrce strode forth, our bastion ruined, surrounded by waters new.
Upon our shores, a dark thing stood, its words in our minds, it spoke:
"The Deep One stirs, this place calls out, his right to claim is nigh
Kneel before the Old One's gifts, their powers yours combined."
---
Glittering Ancient Tablet
/way The Forgotten Vault 48, 42
<A relief depicts a bearded, metallic figure holding a stone tablet and a chisel.
Beneath his feet, an image of a chamber with a crystal facet. Above him stands a towering structure.
This monolith is carved in a different hand than the others.>
Noble Jardfyr, with loyalty and wisdom seared into iron hide.
First Carver of the Sturmvyn, advisor to Cyrce and Protector of Hymosul.
From stone, our temple shaped, its guardians wrought with life through runes of old.
Tempered and nurtured, our bond with Hymosul grew and her call sang.
From his hand and her voice, the Sturmvyn found their call.
Few outside the Sturmvyn know the craft of runic binding, the art of stone-carving.
To bind the storms of north into the stones of earth was a craft rarely mastered.
Wrought by runes and will, his guardians of stone rose to stand vigil within.
Though few learned his secrets, many would face his creations.
Through Hymosul's song, Jardfyr's designs would flourish.
- As carved by Valwen, Apprentice Ward of the Stone Carver.
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Glittering Ancient Tablet
/way The Forgotten Vault 44, 39
<This tablet depicts a great battle between humanoid, metallic figures and serpentine creatures emerging from the sea.
Although the metallic figures are outnumbered, winged humanoids and stone guardians appear to fight at their side.
The largest of the metallic figures gestures with a golden sliver-embedded finger, while above her soars a winged creature.>
Its head hit sand, its black blood sprayed, Cyrce's blade shone bright.
From darkened depths, a presence stirred. Over wail and pain, she cried:
"Hear us, O'Heart! Upon this land, we Sturmvyn stand, to hold back a tide of woe.
Guide us with your song, your heart, and make your pain our own!"
As she called, across sea and sky, they rose; a tide of scales in numbers never met.
As serpents died, and horrors fell, iron hide, with blood, was slick.
The rumbling skies cracked, Thrayir's fury tore through endless scales.
By hand, from earth, rose guards of stone, against the tide they crashed
On golden wings, from high above, her plea was heard; a heavens gift, they brought
And yet, the tide ensued. With numbers few, a final song rang out.
While Cyrce clashed, as Thrayir shrieked, her clanskin fell to scales.
The stone guards cracked, as rubble split, dragged to the waters deep.
From the skies they fell; the gold ones screamed, their wings and spears torn asunder.
With heavy soul, Cyrce looked upon her kin and called, "Retreat, to the Vault! Protect our Heart."
As those yet lived obeyed, Cyrce, stood upon our shores, and faced the darkness alone.
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