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Log Entries of Miner Edric (BR)
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Log entries found in a coalmine.
Found in structures (1)
bookshelf: a lore bookshelf for this section; placed: this exact book sits in a container or on the ground; random loot: a loot roll in the structure can produce it. Read from the structure's schematics, so it shows where the game can put it, not a drop chance.
| Structure | Kind | How it is found |
|---|---|---|
| coalmine | storystructure | random loot |
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9th Day of the Dig
Been a couple of months since Falco showed up. Nice enough fellow, really. Said he’s here on some special orders from higher up, apparently sent by a man named Jonas. The lads and I didn’t think much of it - just another overseer with an interest in geology, or so we figured. Falco spends most days checking our work and sketching in his notebook. Not one to hover, he lets us get on with it, but I can tell he’s always got one eye on the west shaft.
Been a couple of months since Falco showed up. Nice enough fellow, really. Said he’s here on some special orders from higher up, apparently sent by a man named Jonas. The lads and I didn’t think much of it - just another overseer with an interest in geology, or so we figured. Falco spends most days checking our work and sketching in his notebook. Not one to hover, he lets us get on with it, but I can tell he’s always got one eye on the west shaft.
15th Day of the Dig
Same routine, same tools, same dust in our eyes. We’ve been chipping away at the usual veins, nothing out of the ordinary. Falco’s been down in the shaft with us most days, not above getting his hands dirty. I think the men appreciate that, though they still wonder what a scholar wants with a common mine. There are days when he seems almost distracted, eyes always glancing at the rock like he’s expecting to see something more.
Same routine, same tools, same dust in our eyes. We’ve been chipping away at the usual veins, nothing out of the ordinary. Falco’s been down in the shaft with us most days, not above getting his hands dirty. I think the men appreciate that, though they still wonder what a scholar wants with a common mine. There are days when he seems almost distracted, eyes always glancing at the rock like he’s expecting to see something more.
24th Day of the Dig
Falco gave us orders to dig westward today, a bit deeper than we usually go. No explanation, just a nod and a quiet, ‘Stick to this route.’ It’s different rock there, almost glassy, and hard to chip away. The lads had their questions, but Falco’s not one for stories, so we just got on with it. He does keep a close watch, though, pacing back and forth like he’s calculating every strike of our picks.
Falco gave us orders to dig westward today, a bit deeper than we usually go. No explanation, just a nod and a quiet, ‘Stick to this route.’ It’s different rock there, almost glassy, and hard to chip away. The lads had their questions, but Falco’s not one for stories, so we just got on with it. He does keep a close watch, though, pacing back and forth like he’s calculating every strike of our picks.
30th Day of the Dig
A new fellow arrived yesterday, another academic type. Falco introduced him simply, didn’t give us a name, and the two spent half the night talking over maps and charts by lamplight. They’re both practical men, focused on their work and friendly enough, but it’s clear they’re here for something specific. Not that they’re saying much. Still, they’re not too different from us, really, just with a bit more schooling. Makes it easier to trust them.
A new fellow arrived yesterday, another academic type. Falco introduced him simply, didn’t give us a name, and the two spent half the night talking over maps and charts by lamplight. They’re both practical men, focused on their work and friendly enough, but it’s clear they’re here for something specific. Not that they’re saying much. Still, they’re not too different from us, really, just with a bit more schooling. Makes it easier to trust them.
38th Day of the Dig
We hit a hollow late in the day - a deep cavern, with walls smooth as polished stone and a chill in the air that got under our skin. It felt ancient, untouched, like stepping into a part of the earth that hadn’t seen light in centuries. Falco and his friend went in for a look, didn’t say a word, just grabbed their lanterns and went exploring. They came back after a while, looking pale. Told us to clear the space around the cavern entrance but didn’t give a reason. Both of them seemed… unsettled.
We hit a hollow late in the day - a deep cavern, with walls smooth as polished stone and a chill in the air that got under our skin. It felt ancient, untouched, like stepping into a part of the earth that hadn’t seen light in centuries. Falco and his friend went in for a look, didn’t say a word, just grabbed their lanterns and went exploring. They came back after a while, looking pale. Told us to clear the space around the cavern entrance but didn’t give a reason. Both of them seemed… unsettled.
40th Day of the Dig
Work’s been the same on the surface, shoveling, sharpening tools, clearing the rock. But underground, it’s a different story. Falco and the other one don’t leave the cavern entrance unguarded, always watching it, though they’re quiet about what they found in there. The lads are getting uneasy - whispers about strange shapes in the shadows and a feeling like the walls are watching. Even Riggs, who’s always got a laugh, has gone quiet. Can’t shake the sense that we’re not alone down there.
Work’s been the same on the surface, shoveling, sharpening tools, clearing the rock. But underground, it’s a different story. Falco and the other one don’t leave the cavern entrance unguarded, always watching it, though they’re quiet about what they found in there. The lads are getting uneasy - whispers about strange shapes in the shadows and a feeling like the walls are watching. Even Riggs, who’s always got a laugh, has gone quiet. Can’t shake the sense that we’re not alone down there.
43rd Day of the Dig
We’re finding strange shards in the rock. Black and smooth as glass, cold even in our hands. Falco told us to hand each piece over as soon as we found it. Said he’d need to ‘catalog them,’ but didn’t give any details. We’re used to odd finds, but these fragments are different, almost like they’re holding something back. Falco’s not one for superstition, but I’ve seen him glance over his shoulder a few times as if he feels it too.
We’re finding strange shards in the rock. Black and smooth as glass, cold even in our hands. Falco told us to hand each piece over as soon as we found it. Said he’d need to ‘catalog them,’ but didn’t give any details. We’re used to odd finds, but these fragments are different, almost like they’re holding something back. Falco’s not one for superstition, but I’ve seen him glance over his shoulder a few times as if he feels it too.
47th Day of the Dig
There’s a hum in the cavern, like a distant song, barely there but constant. The lads think it’s the wind, maybe some draft running through the rocks, but it sounds too steady. Even Falco heard it and spent a good while with his ear pressed to the wall, trying to make sense of it. The sound doesn’t seem to bother him or his companion - they just shrug it off. But there’s a look in Falco’s eyes I haven’t seen before. Can’t help but wonder what they heard in that place.
There’s a hum in the cavern, like a distant song, barely there but constant. The lads think it’s the wind, maybe some draft running through the rocks, but it sounds too steady. Even Falco heard it and spent a good while with his ear pressed to the wall, trying to make sense of it. The sound doesn’t seem to bother him or his companion - they just shrug it off. But there’s a look in Falco’s eyes I haven’t seen before. Can’t help but wonder what they heard in that place.
53rd Day of the Dig
Today, Falco announced that we’d be sealing the cavern. Said it was for ‘structural safety’ and that we’d be compensated for our trouble. He told us to bring the blasting powder down and set it up carefully. The other scholar didn’t say much, but he looked relieved when we started setting charges. I asked Falco if it was really necessary, and he just nodded, looking off toward the dark. There’s something he’s not saying, something both of them saw down there that spooked them. I didn’t press him. Figured maybe it was best left alone.
Today, Falco announced that we’d be sealing the cavern. Said it was for ‘structural safety’ and that we’d be compensated for our trouble. He told us to bring the blasting powder down and set it up carefully. The other scholar didn’t say much, but he looked relieved when we started setting charges. I asked Falco if it was really necessary, and he just nodded, looking off toward the dark. There’s something he’s not saying, something both of them saw down there that spooked them. I didn’t press him. Figured maybe it was best left alone.
58th Day of the Dig
Set the charges and blasted the cavern shut today. The whole place rumbled, dust shaking loose from every corner. Falco thanked us each before leaving, shook our hands and said we’d be paid for our silence. His companion left quietly, didn’t look back, just disappeared up the path out of the valley. I feel like we buried something more than rock today. Even now, hours later, it’s hard to shake the feeling that something in that cavern is still… awake.
Set the charges and blasted the cavern shut today. The whole place rumbled, dust shaking loose from every corner. Falco thanked us each before leaving, shook our hands and said we’d be paid for our silence. His companion left quietly, didn’t look back, just disappeared up the path out of the valley. I feel like we buried something more than rock today. Even now, hours later, it’s hard to shake the feeling that something in that cavern is still… awake.
65th Day of the Dig
Some of the boys say they can still hear that hum, like it’s stuck in their heads. I can’t lie; there are moments I feel it too, a memory that won’t go quiet. Falco’s gone, and the mine is sealed, but part of me feels like it’s watching me even now, like there’s something in the dark that hasn’t let go. Whatever lay in that cavern, it’s not something I want to think about too much. Best to keep my head down and let it stay buried.
Some of the boys say they can still hear that hum, like it’s stuck in their heads. I can’t lie; there are moments I feel it too, a memory that won’t go quiet. Falco’s gone, and the mine is sealed, but part of me feels like it’s watching me even now, like there’s something in the dark that hasn’t let go. Whatever lay in that cavern, it’s not something I want to think about too much. Best to keep my head down and let it stay buried.