The Abbey sits about a third of the way from Miles to Cleven, just off of what is now a somewhat sparsely-travelled caravan route. Before the Forsaking, it was a reasonably prosperous abbey of the order of Pelor, and likely ministered to the surrounding villages - themselves now also mostly abandoned.

The High Priest of the abbey. We recovered fragments of his post-Forsaking journals from the wreckage within. His faith seems to have been sorely tested, perhaps broken, by the disappearance of the New Gods and Pelor in particular - to judge from what he wrote, it was only his sense of responsibility for the other clergy (or perhaps, his awareness of their reliance upon him) and their flock that kept him in the Abbey at all once their god no longer answered prayers.

A young woman, who joined the community at the Abbey sometime after the Forsaking. To read between the lines of Ossar's journal, I believe she fled from her father - an abusive man who, to judge from later events, bore a considerable stain upon his soul - and took refuge at the Abbey. It is unclear as to whether she ever took holy orders, but she certainly became a contributing part of the community. Over time, love seems to have grown between her and the High Priest, despite the difference in their ages.

From the record left by Ossar, as well as comments he made later, I believe the community at the Abbey was settling into a form that could have been sustained over the long-term...even in the absence of magical abilities, the priests' skills with mundane healing were of use to their neighbors, who continued to bring donations to supplement the Abbey's own gardens and livestock. While still somewhat broken in faith, his relationship with Lissanda seems to have restored Ossar's will to go on.

Unfortunately, Lissanda's father tracked her to the Abbey. To compound the problem, he died at some point BEFORE he did so. I presume he was alive when she ran from him, but when he found her, he was a mohrg - a distasteful sort of undead that can rise spontaneously after death if the individual was violent and corrupt enough during life. Despite the best efforts of the clergy, without magic they were unable to slay the creature. The victims of a mohrg rise from the dead as zombies bound to its will...a particularly gruesome fate for clerics of Pelor, whose doctrines abhore the undead. Lissanda herself appears to have thrown herself from the top of the Abbey in despair, robbing her father of his vengeance upon her for leaving but binding herself to the place as a haunt - a banshee.

When we arrived at the abbey, it was clearly abandoned. We might have passed it by entirely, had we not been attacked on the road by creatures similar to - but thankfully smaller than - the Beholder that chased us across the plains not long after we first left Hyrule. The abbey seemed a likely lair for more of their kind, and we were loathe to leave them to threaten other travellers. The beholders on the ground floor we dispatched in short order though not without some challenge, but investigating the building afterwards revealed a lower level. Exploring that the next day, we found not beholders, but undead: zombies in the garb of the clergy of Pelor, and a mohrg...whose presence at least explained the zombies. Just as troubling were the shadows, which seem to have passed through from their own realm entirely on their own. The concentration of death in the cellar, hidden from the light, perhaps weakened the barrier between the Physical and the Shadow? I did what I could to repair the balance, channeling Positive Energy into the area, but only time will tell if it had any substantial effect.

The undead disposed of, we had greater luxury to search the building. It was then that we uncovered the journals which set forth the story I've recorded above. After some discussion (one might even term it 'dispute'), we've decided to use the Bowl to restore the High Priest to life. He's a servant of Pelor - or was - but he seems to have been a genuinely kind and caring minister to his flock. If we are to avoid repeating history, there will come a time when we will have reason to be grateful for every person of good will among the followers of the New Gods who is willing to treat with us peacefully. Now is the right time to begin planting those seeds. We must simply hope that we will be able to catch and destroy the undead created in the process before anyone else suffers the consequences. I pray that this region is as deserted as it has appeared....