William sighed as he stared at the back of the map. Something was wrong. He had found writing and he couldn't decode it. He sent letters out to Tervin, Silas and Szrenszor in the hope that one of them could translate.
LIVE TNOD OOGR OFTL EBEH
TDNI FOTS DNET NIOH WENO
YNAH TIWE BSOD GEHT FOKC
ULEH T.DE VLOS EBRE VENY
RETS YMEH TTSE LYLE SIWS
IHTE SU.S MEGN EVES EHTD
NATL EBEH TFON OITA COLE
HTSI KOOB EHTN I.ER EHTF
ELSI HANH TETF OKOO BEHT
FONO ITAC OLEH TSIH TFOE
POHE HTNI .DEV LOSE BYAM
YRET SYME HTEG NAHC REVE
SERU TAER CNRO BBUT SEHT
FOSE VITO MEHT DLUO HS.Y
TINR ETEF OTSE REHT ROFS
ECAL PGNI TSER RIEH TNIT
FELE BLLI WSME GNEV ESEH
T.SE SONN WORI EHTT SAPE
ESRE VENL LIWS GNIL DNAL
DEDN IMWO LLAH SEHT ROFD
EREV OCSI DEBR EVEN LLAH
SHAN HTET FOYR ETSY MEHT
The riddle on the map ((Closed rp except people mentioned))
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The riddle on the map ((Closed rp except people mentioned))
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Tervin sits in the library, the lazy shadows of late afternoon crawling across the desk before him. Icy and cold like the air outside the light illuminates the small scratchings before him that are his studies.
His head lifts gently at the light fluttering of his messenger raven. He unwravels the cryptic note and lays it on the desk before him. He moves his ink bottle to one corner, his thin hand holding the other at bay.
He muses over the code a moment. His brain aching from the day's hard studying. His brow drops down a moment confused at the etchings, before it rises lightly as the answer shines through.
He rolls the scroll up with a slight chuckle. Leaving the decoding to the briskness of the morning breeze.
His head lifts gently at the light fluttering of his messenger raven. He unwravels the cryptic note and lays it on the desk before him. He moves his ink bottle to one corner, his thin hand holding the other at bay.
He muses over the code a moment. His brain aching from the day's hard studying. His brow drops down a moment confused at the etchings, before it rises lightly as the answer shines through.
He rolls the scroll up with a slight chuckle. Leaving the decoding to the briskness of the morning breeze.