The Honorable Thing to Do

“I am the Grand Master of the Guild of Scribes, Kzomu Se. I am about to embark on a journey that will take me far beyond this world. This letter is the last thing I will have written, and the first thing you should be reading. The journal you are about to read will tell you about the last Solar year of the 6th era in the 635th Solar Year. The journal itself is the events of my life up to this Solar time and Solar date that I write this letter. Forgive me if the reading of this journal becomes somewhat boring and technical at first. For I must tell you first a bit about ourselves, our guilds, and our history as we know it. These facts are important. For they will set the background for my story. When you read this letter, I can only guess that it will be many centuries after my exodus to the stars before another Terranian will read this journal. If everything goes as planned, the many events and conditions met, you the reader will have already gained access, and passed through the great doors. Thus, I can only assume that you have viewed the final visual message which has lead you to finding the journal. This letter is another introduction to who I am.”
“I lived in a time after the last great wars that brought vast destruction upon the land and the people of the world we know as Terrania. I lived in a period where enlightenment was at its pinnacle for our, time. Bright were the times of the lives of Terrania, for nearly Ten Thousand years the people lived in harmony among nature and science. Having reached a time when the people prospered. We lived with a balance of order and chaos and reached a near immortal life among the known stars. Disease was conquered, poverty non-existent, and war was so much of the past that not even the eldest of the people who were alive knew firsthand the destructive ways of war. This ignorance would later become our bane for we forgot who was our most deadly enemy. I was the youngest ever Grandmaster of the Guild of Scribes, the last of the Grandmasters appointed. I was a young apprentice in my father’s guild when I came upon an ancient artifact, “The Book of Sorrows”. It was a story of ancient wars, and what it meant to have an enemy so filled with chaos they were insane. In my youth I spent many hours translating and copying the text of the “Book of Sorrows”. A lost tome recently discovered in an ancient vault buried deep below the Outer Sea Bay sea floor. The “Book of Sorrows” told of a story, a story so old and obscure in Terraria history, that many in my time barely believed in the warnings foretold by the author. Those who have read the “Book of Sorrows”, believe only that it is a fairytale full of mythical characters.”