Cheldum Cultist Log

1184, April 16th Our tour here in Cheldum is going splendidly, the locals suspect nothing and we've made a handsome profit. Within the week we go south to achieve our master plan here in Kordara, and what a wonderful time it will be! I quiver in excitement to see our lord in the flesh!
1184, April 20th As we were finishing up our tour here in Cheldum the blue lady took me and the lads aside and told us she has a special mission for us here in the city. She wants us to huddle up in the sewers and look for something, start digging into the lower levels and uncover whatever it is, said that it will open up a host of new strains and mutations of disease to experiment with. I must admit I'm terribly disappointed I won't be there to see our lord in person, but knowing I'm doing his work to bring chaos to the world is something I can relish. Perhaps this is my opportunity to claim power, I will be Oflycus's favored, not some hag from the islands.
1184, May 15th I am livid with that witch! As she brings about the ruination of the world we are hacking away at rocks with nothing to show for it. We've kept ourselves secret, only a few of those machines have found us and we've turned them to scrap. But our food stores have been getting low, and it's not like we can go to the surface to get supplies, lest they see our tainted selves without our disguise. I know there are dwarves that patrol these sewers from time to time, but I don't want to bring destruction down upon us. We are so hungry though! I'm sure they won't miss a couple of those wretches...
1184, May 21st When I came here I thought it was a scam, that the blue lady was getting rid of me so I would not pose a threat to her, but lately I've been sensing something, the presence of something powerful. It clicks and scratches at the walls, the floor, everywhere. I hear it constantly, it begs to be set free as it wails in my mind, desiring my embrace. The lads thing I'm loosing it, that we should abandon this holy quest and plunder the surface to spread plague and disease, but I know that if we stay true we will find the one who calls.
1184, May 24th Our labor and patience has been rewarded, and what a reward it is! This creature, so pure, so vile, so perfect! In my head it thanked me, over and over for freeing it from its confines. Its blessed fumes fill my lungs, spores hugging my skin, it fills me with joy and happiness. I've sent a small sample of the creature to the lady, but the rest of it is mine, and no one else! We give thanks to lord Oflycus's son.
1184, May 30th Taint! Rot! Blood! Defile! These are the gifts it bestows on us as we partake of the spawn of Oflycus! Glory and thanks to all its twisted blessings!