This is the full text of the three legible entries in the dwarven smith's journal from Vault 18 of the Underforge Vaults, as Luma translated them in Session 11. Ink blots cover part of each entry, marked here […].
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15th […]
The Everfire awakened.
At first I took it for the usual heat in the lower ways,
but the stone gave answer.
A groaning underfoot, deep and ill.
Then the fire came up all at once,
as if the chambers had been struck from below.
The lower foundries are lost.
The closest workshops with them.
Flame took beam, bellows, and store.
We could not stop it.
[…] dead.
[…] dead.
Forgemaster Ruby-Eye is dead.
May they be received in honor.
16th […]
The smoke does not leave.
The passage down is barred.
No one goes below without leave and name.
The Vigilant stand thick in the halls.
Questions for all who came up.
I do not think they will find answers.
The lower ways are blackened.
Iron has run where it should not.
Stone split and lifted.
I found one of my chisels melted fast into the floor.
I str[…]oose and broke the hammer for my trouble.
[…]e burns on, it seems to have calmed.
I d[…] trust it.
18th […]
We counted the dead again.
There are always more.
There are always more than first reckoning.
Found in corners, under fall, in the stair.
The smoke is finally clearing below,
and the upper levels are largely intact.
A few minor injuries, mostly things falling off shelves.
And of course, the surface fortress is undamaged.
The city stands.
The walls stand.
Wa[…] cold and clean.
S[…] homes are unburnt.
[…] holds, as it has always held.
But it has been dealt a wound that
I do not think will ever heal.