Incredible Find:

The Darvic library has proven to be much more interesting than I had expected, not only have I learned an incredible amount about how the Darvish people built their ships, I’ve also learned much about Darvic culture itself. Apparently the Darvish leadership was determined through a series of competitions centered around craftsmanship, with the most skilled craftsman becoming what could be classified as a king among the dwarves I suppose. However, despite having a king, Darvish society did not function like a monarchy, instead the runners up in the competition became a small council of sorts who held the power to nullify any decrees regarding internal affairs made by the king through an 80% majority vote. Foreign policy decisions had to be made through a unanimous vote among all members of the small council.

I’ve also discovered something that could shake the very foundations of the empire and my focus has been dwindling lately because of it. Upon returning to the Darvic library to conduct more research I noticed a small breeze coming from one of the walls while reading, when I inspected the wall I found the base of what appeared to be a lever with the handle broken off of it. Initially I thought nothing of it, that is, until I found the missing handle in the clutches of a Darvic skeleton behind a large shelf that had fallen over, the poor creature must’ve been trapped for days. When I activated the lever sparks flew from the base of it and it appeared as though nothing else had happened, until I noticed a small crack forming in the wall next to it. I spent roughly half an hour prying the walls open to reveal a much larger chamber housing what appeared to be some kind of war room. The smell of rot and decay filled my nostrils and felt as if it were eating away at my skin, to my horror this room had become a mass grave for the Darvic leadership, they must’ve been trapped by the damage done to the door controls. The bodies weren’t the only disturbing find, in that room I found documents regarding the last days of the Darvish people, documents that showed who killed them off. I could hardly believe it when I read them but as more and more documents and readouts from their ancient computers confirmed their contents it became evident that I had been lied to my whole life, we were responsible for the extinction of the Darvic people. I am ashamed that the High Council would hide this from everyone and I have become conflicted about my current path. For now this is a burden I must bear alone, nobody can know about this, if the public found out now then it could tear the empire apart. I’ve sealed the room so no one else can enter and I will return to work as if nothing has happened, perhaps there will be a time in which the truth can be revealed however if High Command finds out that I know this information then I will surely be killed to maintain the coverup. I need to know why they’ve done this but any further digging will surely lead to my death. For now my loyalty to the empire must appear as unwavering as ever.

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