From The Journal of Jacob Cayle aka Irwin Foster Dundee III

Day: it's night-time not day-time, stupid!

Dear Diary,

So, I just woke up from this bizarre dream, and I had to tell you about it!

It started out with this sarcophagus, and so initially I thought it was like any of my other sarcophagus related dreams, where I gain UNIMAGINABLE POWER!!!

But then I realized there were no sexy devil chicks dancing around like there normally are in such dreams, so I realized this was something else. As I watched, some scared elf guy tried to escape some creepy elf chick, who would refer to him as “Beloved” but was all like “Your sacrifice will not be in vain” and “This is how it must be”. I notice that when people say stuff like that, they rarely say it about themselves. It’s almost always someone ELSE who has to make the sacrifice or whatever. BLOODY BASTARDS!

Anyway, the short of it is that she casts this powerful spell (and I’ll note, the guy who she was “sacrificing” was no magical slouch himself, I haven’t heard of Thaumaturgy (blood magic) being used in some time. It’s both damn powerful and damn rare. Only guy I ever knew who seemed to know much about it was this jerk named Victor I knew years ago. I never quite trusted him. I mean, seriously, they say I’m obsessed with gaining knowledge and power, but this guy! But I digress…)

So this powerful chick who the powerful guy is terrified of performs this ritual that lasts for three days and nights. After she’s done, she takes this crystal which appears to have been altered by the ritual (and no doubt has been filled with a metric-crap-ton of arcane energy) and puts it with this staff, creating the mythical staff that we’ve now found one third of! (It was in the cave that the giant squid was protecting)

And then she buries his body and leaves. And then I woke up. Weird dream, huh? I wonder what it meant? Probably that I shouldn’t eat so much calamari before going to bed. Anyway, now I’m going back to sleep. I’ll write again later.