The priest at the Temple of Tyr bowed to Gorrun.
"I am sorry, we have no paladins in residence currently. They have been called away to prepare for war with the Abyss. We do have a few books that may be of use to you. They are in the alcove down that hall," he pointed with his entire arm, "on the way to the private prayer rooms. You may avail yourself at your leisure, General. I have little personal experience with artifacts, but I have heard stories. I believe if the item compels you to pray, then you will find Tyr offering you guidance himself when you do so. But please do help yourself to books if you like."


The priest at the temple Umbear entered shrugged and took one of the coupons.
"Divination, you said? Very well. It will take ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, he returned with a note, bowed, and handed it to Umbear before turning and strolling off, seeming indifferent.
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Ancient forgecraft
Maleficus Spike
Protected building to draft
Drive in the wall with mighty strike

Cold iron without
Adamantine within
Doors and stone become more stout
Repel outer evil and their kin

The structure heals itself in time
But not what faults that already exist
Artifact retains power until the chime
Twenty four hours it will desist

Arcane magic holds the charge
One level per hour must be given
No more than twenty four may you discharge
No matter how great your ambition

The evil without may still get in
With great tenacity of will
They may still be able to threaten
But be much easier to kill

Locked to this dimension they become
No friends to aid them can be called
To great illness they will succumb
And with injuries be stalled

Unless their will is very great
You will find it easy to prevail
Make a haven safe estate
Every day to protect the frail