*the first 30 pages of the journal are filled with random diagrams of undead along with several theories, formula and possible spells for raising them*

Those fools those narrow minded fools I simply seek a way to create true eternal life and they spit it in my face. Ah but i am getting ahead of myself arent I? My name is Skieth and this is a collection of my work as well as notes taken since going into this forced exile. I have long since watched the way the world works and have found that there is one constant truth and that is all things eventualy die Man, beasts, gods dosent matter all sooner or later have or will meet there end maybe even this world itself will die someday. However is there a way to cheat this unavoidable fate? To this end i have dedicated my life to finding a way to avoid death. I spent years on the surface studdying arts that some would consider.....Unatural and my work began to bear much fruit. the local villages provided me with plenty of fresh specimens for me to work my wonders on unfortunatly the subjects were weak willed and could only be turned into the simplest of the undead but with the way my knowladge and control over the arts grew it would have only been a matter of time before i found the answers i searched for. However the local villagers Ungrateful for all that i had done for them and there families sought to betray me and to this end sent word to a travelling goup of Tormites for aid.

Those self rightous fools intent on thwarting my Noble work stormed my sanctum to put all my wonderfull creations to the torch However i was no weak easy prey like they had expected and i did do battle with them.

With but words the dead rised to tear at them dragging them down to join there new brothers and sisters in undeath my powers allowed me to use blasts of the darkest energy that incinerated men whole and one by one they fell. However because of a mix of blind foolish faith and sheer stubornes they were able to force me further and further into my lair until in my inner sanctum before the portal i had created to aid my escape I did battle with the last of them a Priest of Torm if i was not mistaken. Long did we do battle resorting to tearing at each other with our bare hands like animals after all our powers were exhausted and i will never forget the burning fire in the mans eyes as we grappled in front of the portal

Then disater struck the portal i had created possibly overloaded from all the magic's unleashed during the battle (but more likly due to Torms interference upset no doubt about slaying so many of his 'favoured' followers) suddenly exploded open engulfing me and the priest I was consumed by an all encompasing pain then it went dark.

I awoke afterwards broken, burnt but still alive to find myself lying in a cave apparently deep underground. Those interfearing fools had upset the carefully tuned balance of the portal and had thrown it completely off course, worse still most of my precious research notes and spells had been lost either destroyed by those foolish Zealots or lost during the fall through the portal leaving only the notes in this Journal i write in now as refrence, my body as well had sufferd severe trauma and i know found casting even the simplest of spells much more difficult stripping me of my most powerful spells completely. The only good thing i could draw from this was the fact that the priest was not with me and was either teleported somewhere else or more hopefully torn apart by the portals energies. I had not the time to savour that small victory though as it came clear that if i did not find some sort of shelter soon i would perish so i began heading deeper into the cave in order to find Sanctuary....How ironic that i was to find it in more ways than one.

After traveling several hours or possibly days thrugh the darkness I finally came to a cave larger than the others In the centre of which appeared to be man or humanoid made walls my suprise at this was nothing compared to learning that said walls were still inhabited. the wretched creatures that inhabite this place call it Sanctuary and indeed it will be.

after several days of traveling about the town i have learned much about this place it seems this place is some sort of supposedly safe heaven for escaped slaves and such and in the wretched looking state i was in appon arrival most probably assumed me to be another one of these escapees. Such blind trustingness is surely going to get this placed destroyed sooner or later but untill then it shall make a fine place for me to restart and further my research for it is clear that the shadow weave is strong in this place and already i hear storys and rumours about how the citys fomer inhabitends do not sleep easily here.