Razvan's Journal

<i>A torn journal with a weak binding that barely holds the pages together. You can make out some Lembur writing among the smeared and faded runes.</> I have no answers. Despite [...] as possible. The voices seem to sing only to me. They [...] night and day, telling me of times in the recent past as if they were yesterday. [...] form a dissonant chorus, perfect in its imperfections, [Indecipherable] nonstop as if to introduce me to their strange world. Oh, to be like them! No hunger, thirst, or pain! No doubt or worry. My people suffered [...] closed minds in Solace. I have discovered a ritual that will usher them [...] unto the skies! They will be ascended! An enlightened choir of the lost! I have discovered a cave, located to the south, near the shore. There I will find a way to lift them to a higher form of life. I sealed the cave with an ancient cantec, sung from mother to child among my people. Only those among my flock will know the way. I will see my people ascend. Their voices will join the choir.