November 09, 1276. My first visit to the Island. Everything looks fine. The rock appears solid, no water has streamed into the cave so far.
November 24, 1276. The workers have finished carving out the cave. We also have begun installing the prison's infrastructure.
November 27, 1276. Five workers have been lost in an accident. The floor collapsed under one of the prison's main halls. It seems there's a hallow space below. We have sealed it off for now.
December 11, 1276. The first prisoners arrived today.
February 17, 1277. The Island now hosts 27 prisoners and 15 guardsmen.
June 27, 1277. The Empire is pleased, no one has escaped from the island as of yet. We've had a few deaths among the prisoners, however.
July 2, 1277. We've been attacked by undead creatures! We've managed to put them back to rest after a short battle.
November 11, 1277. We've re-opened the tunnel to the hallow space below the prison as it seems to be the source of the powers that make everyone who dies on the island come back in undead form. Investigations will have to take place.
November 29, 1277. The Empire has sent yet another scouting troop.
January 2, 1278. It appears that the space below the island consists of a maze of tunnels. A troop of elite soldiers managed to reach what appears to be the lowest levels.
January 9, 1278. A group of arch magicians have investigated the structures below the Island. According to their expertise, the island resides on top of an ancient tomb which hosts a weakness between the planes, whatever that means. However, this seems to be the reason why the dead awaken in their graves. The Empire will likely abandon this place, which fits me just as well, for I long to see my family again.
February 18, 1278. The Empire will continue to use the Island as a prison. A prison of dead, to be more specific, as each occupant will be killed on arrival. I refuse to command a prison of undead creatures so I will leave the Island tomorrow. For good, I hope.