If I don't make it

I'm leaving this journal entry here, in this goddamned cave, in the case I don't make it out. Thieves don't live long in the world. If we don't die on the tip of a guard's sword, we're hung from the gallows as a threat to criminals. I'm not expecting to have a long life with a happy retirement, but I sure as hell don't want to be forgotten and left to rot. So if anyone finds this next to a pile of bones, at least have the decency to give me a proper burial. Tell others what I did, if not to remember me, then to warn them of what's lurking down here.
 
I don't have long to write this entry, so I'll keep it brief. We came down here in search of Eric Barrow. What we've found is apparently something so powerful it rattled one of the strongest spell-casters I know (not that I'd ever say it to his face). Whatever this is, it's much bigger than a single mage. And I keep hearing the same name over and over again: Nova. I don't know what it is, but I really doubt it's good.
 
If you've found this, I'm probably dead.
 
Warn everyone you can.
 
Something horrible is coming.