The Chronicles of the Underworlder

= Introduction = Some people say that a good underworlder 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.

17.7.2021
Today, I woke up with the purpose of travel, I spend the entire day, traveling those lands in search of non-hostile sentient intelligences. This journey turned into a discovery of half the world, I ended up trekking through half the world to the realm of Frosmyre, according to the map at least. I started my journey exploring my immediate area. I, interestingly, found a tower with a fire on top, clearly some sort of signalling system. The fire however, also served as a good place to cook foods that I had picked up on the way. I made bread and preserved some stake to enjoy on my journey.

After that, I picked myself up and started to wonder, while doing so I came across one of the messas that one of my dear friends down below used to love designing. However, the messa I found was not at all like the one he described. It did not have grand cliffs and huge lakes, in fact it looked quite small and underwhelming. However, some people clearly disagreed as I found large walls sectioning off large parts of the messa. An interesting decision. Non the less, I continued into it and discovered, to my shock, one of the creatures I was responsible for designing. A Horse. It was covered in a thick skin of iron and looked well trained. Looking around, I ended up returning the horse to its creator… me… and quickly left the area, should the creature responsible for armouring and saddling my creature emerge.

I spent a while after that enjoying old ruins of this creatures, each with a story that I hope to learn about. There was, however, there was still a complete lack of other ‘entities’ as I shall call them form now on, in the area, a concern. Until I thought of something, if they could communicate maps to each other, then surely, they have figured out a form of text communication and as it turned out, they had. Using this method, I managed to contact a town, and started riding my horse with purpose to wards this town, them having given me a reference to this area. Beyond this, not much has happened, and I have been enjoying the riding though this desolate wasteland. Or so I thought. After a while of riding, I came across not just one but 2 of these entities. They did not attack and instead used their text communication asked if I would like to buy anything. I did not even know that there was a currency, having only had a very basic conversation with the town, with me barely being able to translate what they said, this however was real time, so, in a panic, I quickly stated I had no money and left. Noting the name of the shop ‘Home_Depo’ I left the area and continued on my journey.

As I am writing this I stand outside of the gates to the town, they have shut for the night, so I will set up camp in the outskirts and wait for day, this has been a nice day of travel, and I hope to learn many things form the towns folk.