These are the Journals of Hetros Lelummebzuth, first Temple Builder of the Orb of Tomes, sent out by the most holy Priest-King Atur Amemunib of the Confining Hammers.
Well this is it, I'm dead. The Priest-King, may the Gods forever protect him and his people, has decided that I must be blessed by the gods because my engravings on the last temple I worked at apparently inspired one of the oracles as to where the next great temple city shall be. Why Usen? WHY! DO YOU HATE ME!!! I've been given 2 years to complete 7 temples... I lose my status if I don't complete atleast one of them, and if I DON'T complete at least one of them, I'll be executed for sloth.
Well I'd best make the best of it, and worse of all, we've been assigned one of the bloody PRIESTS! He thinks he's in charge of this whole deal, but we know who's really pulling the strings. Me. It's not the PRIEST'S head on the line if this isn't completed.
At least I wasn't given a bunch of elf-lovin' freaks. They're all good men, and hopefully they'll make sure I get a decent burial. Right now I have to make sure that the city will survive... no easy task in this Gods forsaken waste land. Obsidian for as far as the eye can see, some forests south and north, and not too many nasty beasts... except on this map it says there's a pit into the depths... damn. I just hope nothing comes crawling out after us. And damn it, according to the map it's open to the surface, really open, like the wall's been pierced. That's all we need to worry about.
Fine, best get the crops planted by quick, and a well started. We're goblin bate unless we shape up BUT quick.