Wagon Graffiti

[The King Of The Moon 5192]

A message has been painstakingly carved into the wooden rear of a carriage.

Left sometime during its last journey through the fractured Orenian remnants, the driver remains ignorant to its origin - having himself mistaken it for little more scuff on the time-worn caboose's vanish. Other onlookers unfamiliar with the Ebretean tongue would likely do the same, finding the chicken-scratch difficult to concentrate on or draw significance from. 

Those that were, however, along with practicing Seers might entertain the message for what it was.
 

Spoiler

Sane people whose characters are able to read the message are welcome to ask for a translation via Mordu#0001.
If you're sadistic though you're welcome to translate for yourself :) Good luck!

 

[Krugallah 359]

A certain Mystic looks upon the message etched onto the wagon, humming a quiet, somber tune to himself. "Razi a ubyz blothr, burz, undere serthekhur.... Itmak a'ag'prut." the Occultist drawled, a similar tongue that was inscribed being spoken. He'd set out for the written location, then, seeking the one who sought. 

[TreeSmoothie 5023]

An elder Mystic -- long disconnected, sat beside the carvings; her jaw dropped as she read the name, having thought it might've been another crazed occultist or another maleficar like she baiting some darker creature to their death. "The boy? That one?"

 

Her brows furrowed as she rose, cursing in blackspeech beneath her breath. "I suppose I should answer this before he finds himself joining some brotherhood. Another cog in te' machine, and another soul doomed to Ebrietaes."

 

She pauses, scowling at what she'd just said. "Yam only doing this because that Synod leaves a poor taste in my mouth, nie because it's morally good."

[christman 2320]

An incantation, harsh and cruel, was ponded aloud by a scrying amalgamation.

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