A collection of Journals dictated by Garahan Flexgilt, the last chief administrator of the Grand Library of the Confederation of Dwarven Holds.

The first one is him introducing himself, and giving a rundown on the state of the hold: generally fine, issues with refugees and goblins with the war going on, when he went to treat with the deepwyrm in the area to negotiate a deal, they found signs of a battle and no deepwyrm. Made a note to send scouts to periodically check.

Advances on rather banally for a while, about a decade, before ‘the goblintide’ battered the hold’s gates. They were desperate, like they were running from something. When the dwarves broke the horde, the goblins scattered instead of retreating. Future journal entries mention thirteen distinct tribes roaming the region now. The economic repair was a pain but quick.

A dwarven scout never returned to the hold about 5 years later. They were sent back by a party heading to Dorin'Sur, but the party got back from Dorin’Sur without the scout coming back with the report. Said report, now months old, was of how the Giants were consolidating in the west, and one of the goblin tribes was found annihilated.

Another 3 years of banal, then a farmer reports seeing… something? Standing at the end of the terraced tunnel. The description given makes Evander think of a human or human sized being. A handful of reports like this begin to trickle in every few months, then every month, then weekly, then no longer mentioned due to how repetitive, over the course of 2 more years.

More distant settlements are bringing new folk stories of hearing loved ones who died in cave-ins, or slipped off ledges, or was lost in the tunnels knocking on their doors in the night, begging to be let in. The folk tales claim that those who did die from malevolent spirits.

After about a decade of all of this happenstance occurring, with more goblins tribes being found destroyed (down to 5 as per the journal entry) people begin to report seeing mobs of people break into homes after hearing a banging of someone knocking loudly for roughly ten minutes. Soldiers begin to report seeing goblins traveling with these strange, cavern wall black skinned 6ft tall humanoids with burning red eyes, watching from just at the edge of vision.

2 more years, The war is getting rougher out west, and more patrols are just vanishing. You’ve watched this man go grey entirely too fast for the young up and comer he was.

Near the end of the last recording, he notices someone and speaks to them with familiarity and worry then walks off. Through the recording there is the sound of a scream and in ancient orcish, gods begot, for Otar and the sound of a tongue lapping at liquid amongst other squelchy sounds