Our great Lord, inimitable and without peer, ingenious and gifted, in the quest for showing light for what it is --a gateway-- now marshalls all for this nether.

To the south our craftsmen work tirelessly to prepare the materials necessary for study as well as the construction of the gateway, while below on our annointed endeavor to unlock the mysteries of the space before the light. Near there the necromancers aid us in how to raise workers and golems for our needs.

The farms are to our west though I have never been there because as the master has told all his disciples, of whom I am one, that we should not sully our hands or eyes with the soil of that place.

My faith grows stronger in our mission every day; as our numbers grow as does our knowledge. 

Our master says I am ready to be annointed. To shed the illusory trappings of light and give myself to what lies behind it and in so doing be welcomed to the circle that is closest to our Lord. It is said one is to be guided by music across the threshold and thereafter ever be of greater service to our cause, Shathur, and to reach a state where light is no longer needed.

Abigail,

former Ab'dendriel Elf,

devotee of Shathur and our Lord,

its prophet.