Dante's Papers

A Stack of Papers

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book/scroll
Description:

6 pieces of paper tied together that belong to Dante; A poem, a letter, 2 passages from the banned version of the holy scriptures, and 2 warnings.

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(Written in Vrrenashk)
mashke.
e tenenvul Ashke kam.
gav vatternem teshket Ashke kam.
oshnak kam
Vendrreshk kam
de Vagshk
Gaka e Esht
Gaka e Sorro
Gaka e Mika Likan
mak n drra nute verrat
Eshtdemshke Varrog ga.

*

(Written in Vrrenashk)
Shken drrenlava Dante-

Ga a mekna va. Ga okashk mekna va. Na vatterem ga tute. Nashk darrek a mashke rrashke. Rrashke ashke va. Non buten tenenvul. Naga a tute. Darrek a okana. Sorre gashk va, norr, Na non vatterem vorrt ga. Shke ve ga arrke va. Den va ga kam merru na n nashk dashke va. Okash nak n korr drrenlava.

-Tendrre

*

And so Aya cast him out, locking him away inside an empty plane adjacent to this one. It had previously been abandoned, its terrain left burnt and barren from forgotten years of forgotten wars lead by forgotten people. Here he settled, digging his claws into the plane. From its fibers he created all manner of beastly creatures to bide away his lonely time. As time passed his hate grew, the love he had once felt for his beloved light warped and mangled, causing all the plane to weep with pain. As he stewed, he began to watch her plane, to curse and bemoan her successes, and laugh at her failures. The longer he watched, the more her people could feel his gaze, seeping through the planar barriers into their dreams. From this grew Nacht. An embodiment of Estiel’s gaze, he wormed his way through the thoughts and hearts of every living creature on the plane of Astaire. In his windings he stumbled upon Luna, who had been born of Aya’s gaze, and he found her to be quite beautiful. They made a pact to stay neutral in the business of each other and fell in love, creating a sleeping balance. But while their love story brewed, Estiel grew ever more vigilant in the pain and suffering of Aya’s children, and rejoiced. From these pains his enlightenment formed into beings of energy that could cross the borders and enter willing creatures at the brink of death. Many were born, from all painful experiences or feelings, but two of them reared up to take their place at Estiel’s feet, casting a commanding shadow over the others. One, born from the heart of women, the single most painful feeling any living being could feel. Sorrow. The other, born from the pain of physical torture and discrimination by others, the evil acts of Aya’s children. Michah Likane. (See page 394 for the story of Michah Likane.) They are the children of Estiel, always pushing on the fragile boundaries between the planes, scratching for any chance to invade the light. Only the light of Aya can protect you, for while she knows what her lover does, and cannot sway or influence his choices, she can and will watch over all who follow her. Her reach is far and wide, and can find you, even in the darkest of places. Search your hearts, and follow the light. Aya be with you.

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Likane

woman. She coveted her neighbor’s daughter’s beauty, and sought to destroy it so as to be the most beautiful. So in the night she stole her from her bed and dragged her back to her dwelling. For three days and three nights she kept the girl there, causing all manner of painful things to her perfect body, all the while keeping the girl lucid enough to feel it. After she felt satisfied at the hideousness of the girl’s new form, she gave her to her sons, which caused even worse pains to the girl. After three more days they left her under the ground in a room, strung from the ceiling and left her to starve. As she took her last breath, she vowed to return and spread her pain as a disease upon the faces of all who

*

I don’t know if anyone will ever find this, but I don’t know how much longer I have. I don’t know how or why, but my dreams have begun to cause me fear. More so than normal dreams. I wake with wounds and never feel rested. Sometimes it feels as if I will never wake up, and the dreams are getting longer. I feel like I’m getting closer, closer to something very dark.. The dreams have threads to each other, like a web, and all the webs have begun to move in the same direction. The dreams are getting darker, thicker, and the laughter has changed. I lay here, my eyes heavy. I have not slept in 3 days and I can feel it creeping up on me, like an illness. The webs are forming, the whispering of the night seeps through me, freezing my soul. I’m going to sleep now, to follow those webs. I know these dreams will lead me to answer. If I never wake, please know I tried to figure it out and save myself, and you all. Beware of your dreams. I’m sorry.

*

Don’t follow the webs.

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