The Chronicles of the Underworlder

= Introduction = Some people say that a good underworld manages the earth and helps the world flourish by letting volcanoes bloom to bring more minerals, to create new islands when space is running out and to ensure that all the water escapes the earth and can rain down upon the surface once more.

I, however, am different. I don’t just want to nurture a world; I want to see it. Millions of my people live down there and never do they see the fruits of their laber. So, I have been chosen to go out and document the overworld (mainly because I am the only person who will risk going above into the world. I would not have been allowed at all if it hadn’t been for the critical lack of knowledge about how the overworld functioned). You can’t help people if you don’t even know what they look like, let alone what all the different plant and animals require for survival.

= Diary =

16.07.2021
I have emerged form the ancient path that I was instructed to go on. Now that the door is sealed, I am not only alone, but also in danger. Apparently, the world had changed a lot since what the documents described. Gone where the unbroken hills, with giant constructions filling up the landscape. Clearly our children learned how to use tools, and effectively as well. This did however, mean that all of the old documents don’t have much value anymore. Some part of them are, of course, still relevant. However, a vast majority of them are simply wrong, especially the average intelligence level.

It was also pretty clear early on that we had, in fact not done a good job with the hole management thing. The people that I saw in the distance showed strength equal to mine, and I am not the weakest of our species by any means. They also have a script and can communicate through the air, something that I have luckily managed to replicate. They even show development of magic, singes popping up every time I enter one of their territories. I recon, that in a couple hundred years, they will have caught up to our magical strength, a concert to be sure, and something that should be investigated when I return. One demonstration of there magic is a type of map, primitive, with physical copies still existing, but the map is capable of storing all of the data of the world’s topography. Using this and a lot of time I have finally managed to figure out where I am currently located within the Kningdome of Palore apparently. The map I was given by the expitision having been completely outdated by these intelligent creatures over time.

Other than the previous incidences, I have not encountered many other sentient creatures, when I find a non-hostile one, I will endeavour to understand the history of this world, although this may prove harder than expected, really, wish I trained for intensive workouts, without sleep for 5 days in a row while building a giant monument as I have observed some of these creatures doing.