# Description This is a worn field journal found in the caverns beneath Gudesberg, in a side cave along with other priestly belongings. Several of the journal entries are illegible or ruined. Some pages in the middle are torn out. ## 14th day of Moon of First Dawn, 3057 VL The workers broke through into a natural cavern system beneath the eastern cloister. The tunnels descend farther than expected. Brother Alard believes they may connect to the old riverbeds spoken of in the monastery's early charters. We have elected to survey the passages before sealing them. There is no immediate sign of danger, only mineral growth and stagnant pools. The air is close and carries an odour of brine, strangely. ## 20th day of Moon of First Dawn, 3057 VL We have found no fauna of consequence, though there are strange mucous deposits upon the stone in several chambers. They do not resemble any natural lichen or mould I have studied. Brother Domgeat reports hearing water moving where no water flows. He insists the sound followed him. I attribute this to fatigue. We shall press deeper tomorrow. ## 2nd day of Moon of Clay, 3057 VL Brother Alard did not return from his solitary survey. We found his lantern extinguished at the edge of a narrow fissure. There were no markings or disturbances in the ground. It is possible he slipped and fell into a crevasse we have yet to locate. The stone here can be treacherous. We pray that Serumnon watches over him if he is alive, and that Lucuna guide us to him. ## 27th day of Moon of Clay, 3057 VL Brother Haemgis vanished during the night watch. We were no more than thirty paces from his position. There was no cry. No disturbance. Only the faint smell of salt and something like wet parchment. I begin to suspect we are not alone in these caverns. ## 6th day of Moon of Threefold Blessing, 3057 VL I hesitate to commit this to ink. Several of us have heard whispers. Not with the ear – but within the mind. As Lucuna speaks, yet anything but. They are not words, precisely. They are impressions. Pressure. The sense of being regarded. Brother Domgeat mumbles he dreamt of kneeling before a black tide beneath the earth. He claims he felt peace. We have forbidden solitary travel henceforth. ## 13th day of Moon of Threefold Blessing, 3057 VL Brother Domgeat is gone. We found his Lucunar pendant placed carefully upon a stone at the edge of the deeper passage. His footprints lead forward. None return. There are grooves upon the wall, as though something heavy dragged itself along the stone. We have taken refuge in a side chamber and sealed the entrance as best we can. ## 15th day of Moon of Threefold Blessing, 3057 VL It does not hunt us as a beast would. It waits. Twice now I have felt my thoughts falter, as though a memory were gently removed. I cannot recall the face of Brother Alard with clarity. This troubles me more than his death. If we do not return, let it be known: there is an something here, something inhuman. Something older, I am sure. Gods preserve us. ## Final Entry (undated) _(The writing on the page is cramped, the ink blotted. Salt crusts the top corner.)_ It spoke plainly this time. No voice, but we all understood. It said we were already within it. The stone is not—