It was written by the Ancients. Their strange and melodic call pierces the deafening void and brings forth those who are worthy and just. I cannot read it. I only see a blur... the message is not for me, I fear. I try to study it, to understand it... But the more I learn, the more I discover how much I do not know. I can observe the Sunken City from here, but not entirely in peace. Someone disturbed my research with an agonizing whistle recently. I thought it was a scavenger at first, but thankfully, I was wrong. Perhaps they will learn the star message's meaning. To all who've followed the call: Take my arrows, and let them guide you.

The last thing I know is that I was leaning over one of those ominous bouncy things, trying to get a better look. I'm pretty sure that Jeff, that moron, pushed me — because suddenly, I was catapulted through the air, spinning and turning. Then, I hit the ground, feet first. My ankles cracked and gave out, I felt a shiver of pain crawl through my whole body... and passed out. When I woke up, I was covered in splashes of tar... I wiped the droplets from my face and yelled for Jeff, but it was for naught. Turns out he must've jumped after me but hit the puddle. He's not lifting his stupid empty head from the tar... serves him right. I'll nurse my ankles and leave as soon as I can move my feet again.

I have to get away before they catch me But I lose my thoughts all the time, they fly from my head into the night I will forget, but I can't forget this thing, so I have to write it, quickly! The cave behind us collapsed, I remember the rubble and dust, the stones hailing down, the pain, the headache And the beasts took me from my brothers at night when the moon was full But this thing will help us get back home, will help me escape. If I remember how the Vukah made it, I can make it, too I saw the Vukah make it from between the bars That's right, I was in a cage Because they dragged me here at night when the moon was full, or crescent, maybe? I hit my head, I think. The stones hit my head. And now I am here, I forget why I have to get away before they catch me

A forgotten realm filled with ruins, hidden in this thicket! My nephew, that design enthusiast, would open his one eye wide at the sight of this! The cut of these stones of unknown origin is rudimentary but clean. Did the local Vukah tribe create these... tributes? I shall not wait around to find out! — Braelyn

What a wonderful hidden temple! This room is foreboding and dusty, but I find myself most intrigued by its entry... Did the Ancients craft these incredibly gigantic doors for their breed? Or does their origin surpass that of the Ancients...? Were the people living here eons ago just... very tall or something? Tall fellows are overrated. I'd love a stout, short king instead. With a build like that, they'd fit perfectly into the rest of our family. — Braelyn

What a kerfuffle... I simply meant to lean against the wall to rest, but somehow, I must have pressed a hidden button to open a secret door! Such a new-fangled, dumbfounding, surprising, and astonishing mechanism! Regular doors are intriguing enough, but secret doors are even more so! They are just so.... fancy. I find myself more interested in the craftsmanship, nay, the artistry of this door than the treasures it presumably hides. My nephew would be overwhelmed with joy. Perhaps if I send him a charcoal sketch, he'll be able to replicate this... — Braelyn