The Watcher, by Sanev Galen

Continued from an academic dissertation made by Sanev Galen, the High Arcanist after Fergio, upon ascending to his position.

...there are quite a many thing in this world which we do not understand. The Lord of Unreality. The Despot of Shyr. Avernus. He Who Devours All in the Dark. However, as I have shown in my endless studies of the nature of Sartova and the Runic Script, everything understood is just potential, and magic awaiting codification. As I have done previously of the Themes, of the Runes, and of the true nature of time, I shall explain some of these myths. This is not to show my intelligence, my dear scholars... but as a warning. We are being watched by these horrors, and have been since we crawled like babes from the breast of the Erinion protectors... and they are Waiting.
I would ask the scholar to cast their mind back, unto the old myths of Erinion. Their shining greatness, surpassing all civilizations throughout the breadth of Time and Story, before their light was snuffed out, like countless civilizations before it, and countless to come. This is not our world, we are merely living in the world of greater beings.
I would ask the scholar to open their ears and listen to the myths of the Soothsayers of Jeria, the conniving goblin on the corner of Tanner Street and the Third Ward, the teachings of the Mad King of the Grotto, the chants of Mendecios' Faithful, the cries of the madmen in the Asylum in Dinlirys. They all cry forth horrendous stories, and I have gathered them to study.
The Great Old One, a horrible all-knowing being in Mysta's Trench that could swallow up Evandyr in a single mouthful. Or perhaps not, as others speak of him as a warlord that lives beneath Golryon, waiting to unleash armies.
The Elder One, the Western deity of a deity that exists only in the mind.
He Who Dwells Beneath Our Feet, an insane tale of a horrible citadel of monsters that will one day replace the mountains. The God-King, an ancient monster sleeping beneath the earth, which we hope never to awake.
The Man Under The Library, the Rogue Arcanist Otis Keifew spoke of him, a whisperer who spoke of secrets, of eldritch secrets that the brightest minds of the Conservatory still struggle to unravel.
The Dreamer in the Darkness, the myth that long ago a god went to sleep, dreaming of being a butterfly, before he awoke unknowing if he was a butterfly dreaming of godhood, or a god dreaming of being a butterfly. His madness shapes the land in his chaotic power, according to his hectic dreamscape-esque will over reality.
The Eater of Dreams, described in the lengthy Coiled Codex, as a giant and tyrannical snake that fed upon the dreams of mortals.
However, the worst of all is the myth of an entity known as Silence, also named The Quiet At The End Of All Things. It is said that once the Stories of Simon end, the Silence will take the world, and all notion of continuity and reality will be subsumed into him, before there is nothing.
I would ask the scholar to consider but one thing, that I have uncovered through carefully analyzing of all of these myths... The notion that all of these myths describe not many, but one being. This is the reason for my fear, and this is the direction that I shall lead the Conservatory in... helping us to know the Deep, and know what we need fear of the world.

For The Daelkyr care not for the mortals. It is their world, we merely live on it's skin.