[Notebook documenting research undertaken for the dissertation "On the Workings and Construction of Golems, Based on the Work of Master Alzur," written by Igor de Sade, a student at the Ban Ard Academy. Only a portion of the notes have survived.]
I came across the remains of a destroyed golem in the swamps outside Vizima... Words cannot describe the rage that overcame me. The brickmakers who keep a settlement nearby told me this act of vandalism was perpetrated by some white-haired witcher. I had heard the members of that guild were vile whoresons, but to stoop to that!
The idea struck me that I might find something of use in the Oxenfurt Academy archive. I managed, with great difficulty, to cross the Pontar, but once in Oxenfurt I met with an unpleasant surprise – the Academy has been closed! Luckily I was able to gain entry thanks to the help of a professor acquaintance of mine (thank you, Slavoy!). I thus was able to dig out a few dust-covered beauties and... eureka! Near the village of Heddel there's a tower which (purportedly) once served as a workshop to none other than Master Alzur himself!
I made it to the tower. It's inhabited. A rather eccentric gentleman has made it a roost for his flock of... harpies. I saw him feed their chicks pork! Inconceivable! But let's return to our core concern. The tower which this loon has turned into a harpy nest truly might have once been Alzur's workshop. That means this might be the very place where he conducted his research into golems...
It's here! Standing motionless in a stone circle! The local peasants think it's merely a strangely-formed boulder, but then again, how could such bumpkins ever guess they pass a masterpiece of magic construction on the way to feed their chickens! I've already fastened a lightning conductor. It's a shame there are no druids nearby. If I hadn't slept through my course on meteorological magic, I'd summon a storm myself, but as it is, I can but wait, patiently or otherwise...
Been sitting on these cold stones waiting for a change in the weather so long my bowels have almost frozen, but it's finally here! I must stop writing now for drops are falling on my notebook and smearing my notes. The first rumblings of thunder sound in the distance! I cannot contain my excitement. Soon, the golem shall live again!