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Post by A Person on Nov 16, 2022 17:22:26 GMT -8
Below are all the plot papers found in Teriock
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Post by A Person on Nov 16, 2022 17:22:52 GMT -8
Paper found in the 2009-2010 TJ, www.fanwar.com/e107_files/downloads/TeriockPlotMap.pdfSince time immemorial None have succeeded Oceans crossing of blue reef sailing _rows of the sea, pick bones of fools Alas, fear and doubt hold our wandering Easy is not our road Beyond Roeckron we yearn east Ever reaching in vain _ark_. This is old and false tidings The passage of eels and shark, Dolphin and whale, Now can be sailed. Islands of choral hidden below the blue Pull sails and witty sailors can now traverse Oceans and seas west to east The bounty of worlds increased Not chartless any more Ours to explore Ours to conquer Lights of the swirling road Beacon me home Under sky and shifting sand Open the lights home Dawning of the dreaming See my gift See my handy work
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Post by A Person on Nov 16, 2022 17:26:45 GMT -8
Here's the prophecy we found on Pearless and decoded by Toby (Stitches/Damien/Web goblin) and read by Rowan (Lynx) during the final encounter when confronted by the fire tiger (probably puppet of star swallower) before reaching the tower of pearl . Every 2 lines is a piece of the paper, and every piece alternates between words from a new prophecy and words from an old one heard before at various times. The pieces of paper connect and loop, so you could start prophecy at any point. This is the current theorized start/end to the paper after cross examining poems found in anxient Roekron/Teriock textbooks.
what tiny things were we mere drifters a lonely people without chance
what tiny dreams you are oh singers but a wisp in the grand expanse
i looked out at our silent wake its endless age held me in trance
if we are ever to know the steps to take we first must learn to dance
we fought against the smoke and sleet and saw the ancient beasts uncurled
one is as the heartbeat filled with passion of the world
a campfire song was heard another people lost and milled
two is as the focused orb cold and clear for all paths unfurled
and as the fire light grew dim we traded for the new worlds sins
three is as the grasping limbs reaching out to all our ends
a cycle of the seasons taught an ever burning fire to tend
four is as the whim of thought ever changing as each path bends
but newness turned to home with ears and our teachers days grew long
five is as the listening ear alert to ever step or song
for with the night comes sharpened fangs feeding till the sunrise gong
six is as the hunger pangs drawing apart all right from wrong
its our children that will pay the toll the futures long and not yet writ
but seven has been the soul and dark realms breach the spirit
someone has to pull the plow to keep the morning fire lit
ends draw near to call the shadow and none will be there to hear it
and so the world was lost again we come and go like passing rain
you dreamers seek to break the chain to end the loop of joy and pain
the waves take us all without a fight who are we to the oceans might
all of us are walkers in the morning light we all find the darkness when we slip to night
what meaningless things these royal robes when the touch of gods grows far
what fragile dust now spins this globe what fragmented verse wheels round the stars
we can grasp the fabric hold the seams reaching blind into the mist
what home must we artifice in out dreams to meet our fancy of endless bliss
we tie our loss but the rope is fraed the treasured breath leaves with a hiss
what darkened well now belches forth our shade when all our paradise was this
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Post by A Person on Nov 16, 2022 17:32:05 GMT -8
First message found by the Heros Of Misting Ends, this letter was written by an early explorer of the mists Salibee Celdwind. This message was supposedly found in a bottle and decoded long after. "I don't know why I keep writing these messages. I have spent decades searching for anyone else that remembers, but the old world really does seem lost to time now. Nevertheless it is my duty to remember so as long as I can I must keep writing. The curse of the mists will catch up to me as well one day and when I'm not around these notes will be the only memory left. I can feel tremors in my leg returning again. I tried the treatment that Linnor Rhombes suggested but the symptoms are returning regardless. The only place we found the fruit still growing was at the throne of the mycelium jungle and it wasn't enough to treat anyone else. There might still be some supplies at the old safe house. If I can find a way to blow away the meta maelstrom surrounding it then I might be able to last another month or so. Both the south and north eastern parts of the sea are still unmapped, but given what I've found so far I don't think there's much hope of life at either. The phraints at the tip of Shaloba seemed to have some sense of tradition but they spoke no words and are closely guarding any secrets they remember. I had never seen torture tactics like theirs before. Jia said it was reminiscent of the methods she used to use but now she's lost to the fog as well. Everyone else is lost now. I should never have pushed us deeper into Pearless. I thought if we could just get to the source that there might be a way to turn it all back. We weren't ready. There was no way to be ready but the light of the the temple. If anyone ever reads this do not make the same mistakes I did. Salibee Celdwind, Last of the Wordkeepers of Ren memory" Below is the cypher:
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