The Professor's notebook

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The professor places his Green binder notebook on his box for anyone to look through. He has past decodings and translations.

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Copy of what we could from children’s book found in the town library
Copied by Leslie in October of 2014
(Please forgive any misspellings, this was a copy of a copy and the native American names can be hard to get just right)

“The Secret Place of Whispers”
By Jerry Waterman

A story of how the Aquinaki came to be

“In the beginning, the Great Spirit Kehtannit created that which is good and that which is evil.
Among the good was listed Gloosklap (Picture of a horned serpent shown)
And the Nikommo
Among the Evil was listed Pukwudgies (picture of tiny men with spears, other sources say they are made of stone and trip people walking on paths)

Majimagwak

and Stiffed legged bear (Other sources state that Stiffed legged bear is the native name for Sasquatch/Bigfoot. Also an ancient stone tablet I previously translated mentions them, so they are an ancient legend)

The “people” moved to the Secret place of Whispers (A cave is pictured with a symbol by the door. Other sources tell me that this symbol stands for “Darkness coming through the gate”

In the autumn, the “people” were attacked by the Argi Awan Agika, the great empty strangers. Losing these fights, the “people” went to the Agm8gik Dawapskad, those others down inside the rock, who taught the “people” to fight the empty strangers.
(Sources tell me that the #8 is pronounce like a guttural swallowing sound)

The last part was copied hastily and this is just a paraphrasing

The “people” won against the empty strangers and some went back to their original lives. Others retained the skills/knowledge give to them by those others down inside the rock and they were named wakaswak and they are still around today.
(it is up for debate whether they mean the exact same people, immortals or whether the book just means that the skills/knowledge was passed along the bloodlines)

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Scrap of Manuscript donated after antiquarian was attacked
October 2014
Written in Sinitic, an oriental language

“…was something that the people in the marketplace could scarcely believe. The man- known as the “Red in White”- was taking part in a melee, blades clashing, directly in the middle of the thoroughfare. While both men fought with the vigor of an army, some looked on in horror as they witnessed something unnatural.

No matter how many wounds they suffered, how grievous they may have been, how much blood was spilled; neither man would yield. When one appeared to stagger, they seemed to draw from an endless font of vitality that drove them back into their conflict. Fēihóng xuě- one of many marketplaces that found events of this caliber take place within- was frozen in awe as the “Red in White” is said to have slipped the other man’s blade from what some witness as his ribs. When the other man finally stopped moving, unrecognizable in a heap of cloth and crimson, he walked away, limping but still…”

the page ends there

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Note found on the corpse of what looked like a vampire
October 2014
Written in Hieretic, an ancient Egyptian language

“Find her at the place of whispers, the green-eyed enemy, always one step ahead. Steps that echo in the tomb. Find her and kill her. Find her before she finds hers in Osiris’ weeping. Find her and take the knife. They are gathering at the place of whispers, those that serve her and do not know, and the jackals who do. You will drink heavily tonight, brothers, if you would just follow orders. The order to disobey the order.

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Partial message translated from a stolen dispatch from a Fae
(I translated the entire message, but it was taken back and I only have the hasty paper sketch I made left. It was also partially encoded)
Written in Brythonic, ancient British language

--------- syr
Enemy movement spotted along the widdershin front. Dispatch twelve lances to outflank. Hold Silverwood reserves to reinforce as necessary. Strike for -- ---- ---- of the morrow
Wizard to king’s knight five

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Decoded message from January issue of “The Last Free Voice”

Heed the voice. Our time will come. Instructions will follow for those that see the signs.

Decoded message from May issue of “The Last Free Voice”

Will you stop the attack? The tree huggers will stop at nothing for your blood

Decoded message from October issue of “the Last Free Voice”

The Dusk must be allowed to fall. The Dawn cannot last forever. Help the dusk, ensure that the cycle continues

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Decoded message from May issue of “The Last Free Voice”

Will you stop the Attack? the tree huggers will stop at nothing for your blood.

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Decoded message from October issue of “The Last Free Voice”

The Dusk must be allowed to fall. The Dawn cannot last forever. Help the Dusk ensure that the cycle continues.

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Broken Tablet
Found May 2014 at archeological dig
Written in Algic, Native American language

Posted copy reads
"Great Chief

It is with much sadness that I must tell you your daughter has joined the spirits of our ancestors.

Two moons ago Swift Deer took sick. Even our most powerful wisefolk could do nothing. Know that in her last days she wanted for nothing. She was given all honors due her station.

We have heard of your troubles with Stiff Legged Bear. Unfortunately, our duties preclude us from sending you the skull. Nonetheless we are sending a number of braves to your aid. They should reach you shortly after this message.

I set these words in stone to show the weight I give them."

This was found near steel arrowheads in a strata of rock that was well before any such metals were created in Europe and never existed in the Americas.
Also a strange skull was found near them, and I was able to examine it. Once I find my notes, I'll post what I found out about that. It was a child's skull used in dark magic rituals, if I remember correctly.
I advised the person who had it that they should return it, but he seemed strangely possessive of it and I doubt he did."

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Story from a manuscript, donated by a traveling Antiquarian who had been attacked
Written in Sinitic, an oriental language
Received Aug/Sept 2013

"Long, long ago, an evil spirit lived in a cave on a mountain between two villages. The spirit was very fierce and devoured any who dared travel the mountain path. And so, the people of the villages had to travel very far around the mountain, instead of taking the shorter mountain path. This was the state of affairs for many years and the evil spirit was always hungry because it only had the rare unwary traveler to eat.

One day, during Spring Festival, a young man met a young maiden and the two fell hopelessly in love. For all six weeks of the festival, the two spent every free moment with each other. They walked by the river, under the light of the moon. They watched the fireworks together and they flew kites. Inevitability, though, the festival drew to an end and the young woman was heartbroken to learn that the young man’s family lived in the other village and had simply been visiting his mother’s parents for the festival. The young man was responsible for running his father’s shop and would not be able to leave. The two separated with heavy hearts.

Days passed and the young woman grew desperate. Eventually, she decided that she would simply leave her home village and seek out her dear love. And so, set off around the mountain. Within a few miles though, she learned from fellow travelers that bandits had set up camp along the road and a beautiful girl, such as the young woman had no hope of passing by unharmed. The young woman returned to her home village, intent on passing round the mountain on the other side.

She made it almost halfway to the other village when she discovered that a flood had washed out the bridge. There was no longer any way to reach the young man.

Filled with a terrible aching sadness, the young woman made her way to the temple of her village. She lit three pieces her incense, bought with the last of her money and prayed to her ancestors and the Court of Heaven alike.

Hearing her fervent prayers, an old monk approached her.

“Why do you not travel to be with your love?” He asked her

“There is no way around the mountain” She replied

“Why not go over the mountain, then?” he asked.

“There is an evil spirit on the mountain path. He would devour me and I would never see my love”

The old monk offered the young woman an urn and said “Perhaps it is time for you to capture the evil spirit, then.” "

Accepting another cup of tea, the Professor waved the group away. "I have the second half to translate still. I'll finish the tale when I know it myself"

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Crumpling up the last note page, the Professor announces that he's finished the translation. After people get settled around again, he rereads the first part, but continues on....

"The young woman took the urn but when she made to ask the old monk a question, she found that he had disappeared.

The young woman was afraid but the love in her heart was greater than the fear and so she made her way along the mountain path, carrying nothing but the urn. When she neared the summit of the mountain, she found the entrance to the cave and from the cave came a voice.

“Who goes?” asked the voice

“A simple traveler” called the young woman

“That is excellent,” call the voice “I am in need of supper.”

A roaring sound filled the air, like a huge fire or the beating of countless wings. Quickly, the woman opened the urn and pointed it at the mouth of the cave.

The evil spirit was so hungry and moving so quickly, it did not stop to consider, dove straight at the woman and was sucked into the urn. Quickly, the young woman sealed the urn and made for the other as fast as she was able.

“Let me out!” The evil spirit cried from within the urn.

“Never!” said the young woman

She ran on.

The evil spirit howled from within the urn “If you do not let me out, I shall make my own way out and burn down your whole village!”

“I shall not let you out!” said the young woman.

She ran on.

“If you let me out,” said the evil spirit, “I shall forgive you for this prank. But you must release me at once.”

“I shall not let you out!” said the young woman.

She ran on.

“If you let me out,” said the evil spirit, “I shall give you as much wealth as you could want for. Coffers of gold, baskets of gems, even your sandals would be made from gold, if you so wished it.”

“I shall not let you out.” said the young woman.

And she arrived at the young man’s village.

She found an old well at the edge of the village and carefully, very carefully, she lowered the urn to the bottom of the well and left it there for safety.

And she , and the young man married and had many healthy children."