A blood stained and nearly illegible journal was found and released to the public; what little could be read says as followed.
I sit here writing, what I can only imagine to be my last entry, and I look out upon the undercity and I can see them moving, the shadows, all the other clans coming together to fight back that which we have brought upon them. Eberk, practically driving them all into slavery! We are all kin here; we should not be fighting!
Barely able to see I continue to write this in the Lower dungeons of Eberk Hall. I was once the greatest advisor to the king, second to only the prince. When the king went mad with power I advised him to rethink his actions, see that the clans were equal, we were not better than any other clan, and here I sit, alone, starved! dying!
..The walls just shook, the assault has begun. I can hear the cries of battle to Goddamas and Utili. I can hear steel upon steel, hammer against axe. How long can this last. How long will it take for him to see that we are only killing each other; we are killing family.
It has been 3 weeks now and the sounds of battle still ring as loudly as they did when the first rubble fell upon my beard. How much more blood will be spilled before peace is found. I find myself praying more often, not for myself, but for those of my kin!
The fighting has stopped; I wonder what I am to say if “we” have “won” or if I will be found. Will I be executed due to my clan name, or will I be spared for the cruelty that I have already endeavored. I can only hope that I will be shown peace, I ask Utili to please give me one last chance, so that I may make– (the rest of the entry is torn away and this is all that was legible)