LIVRO I:

Dolis, Planegazer and Headmaster of the Scriptorum
This log seems to be more than a few decades old and is nearly illegible. One passage reads: "...what seems to be the very first of many mysterious chests. We tried everything to open it. But it refuses to spill its secrets. My assistants suggested to request advice from the council. Secretive and hesitant as they are, they suggested not to proceed until we know more about what we're dealing with."
Another illegible passage is followed by: "...we shall never find him if we continue hiding in the shadows, prying old rubble and dusty tomes. My own plan was deemed too radical an approach. Instead, the council recommended to erect a chamber of knowledge around this recent discovery. My group was commanded to guard the chest and to hide its existence like we did with all our recent findings. Me? A mere custodian of what might have been the missing part to a puzzle I spent a lifetime of research on?
Nevertheless, we shall obey. We will guard it and keep it secret. But know that the creature never sleeps, never rests and never falters. Ever walking the planes he is bound to arrive here sooner or later. What the council fails to understand is that this is not and never has been a chase, it's an assault on our very existence.


LIVRO II

Day 236
Finally! Something! I found a strange wall somewhere under Ab'Dendriel. I had to "borrow" some equipment, a pick, some tools, a rope - I am sure the elves won't mind. And now I am here! Here to dig up my first real treasure, maybe even more! My very own discovery of a tomb or even a lost palace! No - an archeological breakthrough (let's just say that not all of the gold and riches could be recovered), I will document everything I find in this diary!

Day 237
Well, I started digging. It's a tedious task, not to speak of the dirt, dust, mud and all kinds of roots in your face while you barely scrape the surface on what feels like granite. Nothing interesting so far, but such a discovery is not to be made in a day's work.

Day 238
Still digging. It, well, still looks like a huge wall. I actually uncovered a lot of it but there seems to be no entrance. Anyway, I got to continue.

Day 239
Digging. Not a single trace of any door or even a window. Maybe home of some obscure cult of darkness? Maybe creatures of the night? A hideout for ghouls? Maybe I am working not hard enough. Hm, there seems to be a strange spot there at the wall, I can see it clearly from here. I shall try to push or pull it right away! Fame and riches, here I come!

Day 241, 242?
Turns out I was hit by some stone while pulling a brick out of the wall that was in fact not even part of the wall. Seems I was out for a day... or two? I'm actually quite hungry and there is still no sign of any entrance. Maybe one more day of work, I am sure I can dig up... SOMETHING.

Day 243 (probably)
There is a small drift coming out of the wall, around the middle section of the large chunk I uncovered. Maybe someone actually bricked the whole entrance up to hinder something from entering - or getting out? I am exhausted and hungry and I have no interest in that whole treasure hunting archeology business. I can't even concentrate anymore. Where did I put my pick again? I hope I don't forget to take my diary with me. Anyway, I am out of here.