[This journal is scribbled onto loose scroll parchment and seems to be very old, the leather binding nearly translucent from age]

Month 2, day 4, hour 11 It appears I have been trapped by the tremendous explosion caused by the shattering of the Netherese Orb that the Slugtribe had in their possession. I am trapped not in a world of rules, as was my previous experience in the artifact, but instead trapped in a world of shattered, broken land and darkness. Just as the Illithid I defeated once mentioned I do not feel the need for sleep or food, and I do not age so at the very least these rules to the place still exist. Associate Othur also managed to survive the conflagration and he's been a tremendous boon in dealing with the strange creatures that inhabit the spinning fragment of rock that I reside on now. I see little that lends me to hope in this place. Yet, for a time I will struggle on and fathom that with time some inspiration will strike me. The possibility has crossed my mind that with the breaking of the orb there is nothing left to escape too, yet I will put faith in my intelligence and magic to see me safely through this.

Month 3, day 16 I've dubbed the beasts that hound us "Aeon Beasts" for their ability to manipulate time and their chaotic but periodic attacks against us. I am not sure if they are attempting to restore balance or if they are merely Mystra's wrath sent against me for my crimes against the gods. I care not for they help break the monotony of this place. Perhaps one day one will be strong enough to kill me?

Month 5, day unknown For the first time I cannot accurately gage how many days have passed. A recent attack by the Aeon Beasts destroyed some of my instruments. I think they are growing bigger. Yet, perhaps I am just going insane. There is always darkness in this place. Four times a day I activate my ring for five minute periods. The light reassures me and gives me the strength to carry on my experiments. Yet, too quickly the darkness comes once more.

Year 3, best reckoning Today we nearly died. Perhaps we'd grown too comfortable with swatting aside the weaker Aeon beasts, but we were not prepared for the new type of beast that confronted us. It moved on two legs sometimes slow, and sometimes incredibly fast. It's disjointed motions suggested that it was fighting the currents of time. A summoned hound and some powerful evocations dispatched it but it destroyed some more of my instruments and gave me a terrible gash to my chest. We'll keep better watches. Year 5, best reckoning The boredom is incredible. We'd taken to doing regular patrols of the fragment where we've been confined these last few years. If you move quickly then sometimes it almost feels like there's air on your face.

Year 5, week after last entry We've found a tear and we plan to enter it. It almost seems like you can hear the soft flow of wind coming from the other side. Perhaps it is escape? One can hope. Yet, I'll not waste time on such fantasies.