It seems so long ago - in the mists of time and space - since we were cast from Phaedran. Much has happened since that time of confusion and chaos, some happy and even joyful times - but much of it has been filled with a sense of sadness and loss.
I have decided, as the last of the Chroniclers, to try to document some of what has come to pass. Why it happened. Indeed, what happened.
I will start with a little history of my people ...............
Phaedran is a wondrous place where time and experience have matured all races so that they live together under the same sky in peace and harmony. Our philosophers and magicians worked together to uncover the secrets of the multiverse as they understood it. The combined races championed the pursuit of knowledge and greater meaning. The philosophers, technologists and magicians were regarded as the wisest of everyone - they were revered and lauded.
In their research across time and space they discovered other parallel dimensions.
This was knowledge of the greatest magnitude and the when the races were informed across our world, great debates raged about the philosophical and ethical problems with exploring other dimensions. Much like the debates that accompanied the discoveries of time and space travel.
Finally, it was decided that as the issues of time and space had been settled and everyone agreed on how they should be used, then exploration of other dimensions could be successfully and peacefully achieved.
The technology was built and the rituals undertaken.
... but the consequences were catastophic....
There must have been something wrong with the incantations because in a blinding flash a rip was created not only between dimensions, but also in time and space - a hole into which the most advanced minds of Phaedran fell, along with all the land on which they stood.
There were 74 souls who survived the entry into what we have come to regard as 'Grid'. By the reckoning of our wisest, it has been almost 200 years since that time, and although our races are long lived, many have completed their lifespan on this lonely place. Although we attempted to contact the other residents of Grid, alas we were not always successful, and in the end it was decided that we would withdraw behind a veil - a magical curtain through which the other residents could not see.
And so we have lived out our existence, although the glimmer of hope that was begun 46 years ago still continues to flicker.
I will continue this story in sections, but as I'm sure that the residents of Grid will find our location once our ability to maintain the veil is depleted, I will hide the separate sections.
If any of the Phaedrani homeworld races should manage to find this place, they will know from my clues where the remains of this chronicle and the elder's journals are hidden.
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This is where this document ended. As it appears there is much more to find, we're going to make sure the project team members are constantly on the lookout for other objects that may contain documents.
This is a very, very exciting discovery and justifies our continued funding each month.
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