[b]Sazkarjhia Archaeological Registry Aural Logbook, Codex 901A5, Dr Helim Telamar'gum, recovered inside of Elbima a Yuturata[/b]

Log Entry 1, 1900, 09/05/2290:

My research team moves into the temple. Since it's been closed for so long what we find here is absolutely astonishing. Massive forges with workers slaving at anvils, thankfully, none of them noticed us; or at least we hope they didn't. Massive channels of coolant and molten metal flowed around an antechamber that followed into a huge workshop, scaled at at least seven kilometers by ten. There was a maze of hallways, and all the documentation in the world couldn't capture the majesty of the place.

Log Entry 2, 2000, 09/05/2290:

One of my research associates, Dr Belma'dum, tripped some sort of alarm. She stepped on a flagstone, and once she lifted her foot off of it, it depressed. A siren blared through the complex, and we dodged into a small workshop under a couple of tables. We heard many footsteps but it appeared that we had evaded them. We tried taking pictures of the security force, but all we got were images of legs. They were plates of armor flowing around light, it was...fascinating.

Log Entry 3, 2100, 09/05/2290:

Dr Belma'dum's clumsiness cost her her life, something we are still mourning greatly. She set off another alarm, and this time we could not right away get to hiding. The security force came, and they looked ferocious: they were like knights, with lustrous silver armor that was held in place by energy inside. Their eyes burned like fire and they have fascinating weapons in their hands; rifles also held together by energy. They fired, and bolts of molten metal soared over our heads. We tried scattering to drive them off, and a larger guard that carried some sort of hammer swung and struck Sylna Belma'dum in the side. Once we heard several cracks we realized that she would not be able to stave off another blow, but she wouldn't have had to anyways. The blow swung her off her feet, careening her into one of the channels of gooey molten metal. Her screams of agony are still resonating in my head.

Log Entry 4, 2200, 09/05/2290:

More research associates have been killed by guards. I'm now thinking that it's less of us setting off a security alarm and more of us being hunted. Whatever's down here they don't want us going further, and it's going to stop at [i]nothing[/i] to keep us out.

Log Entry 5, 0100, 09/05/2290:

More associates are being killed, there's only a handful of us left. We've gone so far into this temple that runs so deep underground...I don't think we'll ever get back out alive. We've reached some sort of massive central chamber with a pulsing bulb of entwined metal in the middle. It's pulsing out bright light and loud vibrations, and...oh my gods [i]no![/i]

Log Entry 6, 0200, 09/05/2290:

The...the rest of the team's been killed, I'm running away. I've taken a hit to the arm, I...I don't think I'm getting out here. I managed to evade the security but now this bulb in the room is glowing even brighter. Oh, oh my...it's-it's-it's splitting open! What do I do, what do I do? [i]Umph![/i] Augh...oh my leg, it's...wait...wait what are you?! "I...am...[Unintelligible]..." No...no you can't be... "I...AM...[Unintelligible]"... No, no, no STOP AUGH [Unintelligible]

The logs were recovered near the door, how they were brought so far forward from that room is still trying to be comprehended. However, after the logs played, there was a new voice. A deeper, darker, more distorted voice. It only ominously remarked the following:

[i]"There is now...a god...amongst man..."[/i]