Entry One, dated Talus Trisaturna (1/21/347)
Some time ago in the aftermath of the Collapse of Solace and our encounter with Gods once forgotten. The numbers dead, injured and missing innumerable. The destruction unfathomable. The Magistery and the Eternal Order itself suffered great losses. Rescued, in a way, was the thousands of years of knowledge and history stored within the Magistery Library. Much of what occurred when Azathoth was ripped from his slumber is a blur. Due to the size, strength and number of fires immolating Solace, the sky was a bright orange hue. I could not possibly tell you if it was night or day.
I remember sinking into a darkness in a sunken temple beneath the ocean. I remember surfacing in the waters off of Solace and seeing a stranger standing in place of the city I knew. I was pulled from the ocean into the sky and could see it all with the perspective of a bird. I will never forget those images of Solace bathed in red. And yet behind us was an infinite blackness, a swirling abyss barely cloaked in shape and form. Nothingness. Oblivion. We stared into the abyss and fought against it. Strangely, I feel no happiness, no relief. I do not feel like a hero. I feel nothing but sadness. I fear Solace is not all that collapsed that day.
I have spent the last several weeks with what books I could scrounge that could help advance my plans, but what I can access is lacking. Everything will have to be accelerated. Tomorrow is no longer guaranteed. It is difficult to have faith in the basic tenets of reality. I often forget that I am not in the Magistery. Shanjiu Castle has become our shelter. This architecture and design is foreign -- alien, even -- to me. As unrecognizable as the profane geometry we called Azathoth. I have largely remained inside, perusing and organizing what knowledge can be discovered with shreds of the library. Shanjiu Castle is not my home, though it is difficult to say as I have never really had one. I can’t stand to go outside. I am afraid that the next time I look at the sky the horizon will burn as bright as it did that day. .
Inugs is loyal and fierce. He has agreed to accompany me as far as possible. I am so proud to see how far Jyx has come, however, his story leads down a different path. I am not proud of it, but I have stolen Pearl’s Cloak of the Manta Ray. I learned in my time at the orphanage that it was often better to ask forgiveness than to ask permission. Hopefully, I will be able to return it before they know it is gone. If I do not return, take my books, sell them, keep the profit. I would hate to know they are collecting dust in a tower somewhere.
To those of The Eternal Order, should you discover these pages, it has been an honor to know you all. I apologize for leaving without saying goodbye, but I know that there are several members of The Order that would not approve of my goals. I have learned something from every single one of you and this knowledge means more to me than anything that can be gleaned from a tome. For most of my life I thought that I could not exist as a part of a greater unit. It turns out I was correct, but thank you for making me believe, just for a moment, that I was not. Together we stared into the abyss and fought against it. But if you stare too long into the abyss, sometimes, the abyss stares back.
Entry two, dated Carneira Premercuri (2/4/347)
No matter how many times you read the words on this page, you can't seem to retain any of it.
Entry three, dated Carneira Diveneris (2/13/347)
Scribbles fill the pages but don't form any words.
Entry four, dated Carneira Kiluna (2/23/347)
There are schematics for objects that simply cannot exist in the real world.
Entry five, dated Secundus Prilovis (3/5/347)
This appears to be a map with no known landmarks or coastlines.
Entry six, dated Secundus Triluna (3/16/347)
The ink spreads across the pages, indecipherable even to expert eyes.
Entry seven, dated Secundus Kimartis (3/24/347)
The words here seem to fade on and off the page randomly making it impossible to read or even transcribe.
Entry eight, dated Tresuna Trisolace (4/15/347)
There is a depiction of a tree here and nothing more.
Entry nine, dated Sexton Prilovis (7/5/347)
Below the dateline the page is simply blank.
Final entry, dated Septon Trimartis (8/17/347)
A brief addendum before my descent: the date of my entry is Septon Trimercuri. I have instructed Inugs to return both this and the Manta Cloak to the Magistery. If you are reading this and I have not returned for an unreasonable period of time, I implore you
I beg of you
DO NOT FOLLOW ME