The Librarian's Log |
To: [redacted]
From: The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
[redacted], As you know, we're all guided by The Librarian, and as such, we take their name when we take this position. However, my predecessor, who you know as [redacted] has disappeared, so I have taken their position.
I was going through the mess of the Archive- they've been, they were quite busy with the arrival of the Swamp Skimmers, (A new species! Can you believe it!! So different from us!! And FRESH water!!) the mess is inevitable - and came across this document. By the looks of it, it wasn't written by the previous Librarian, it's far too detailed to have been them. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved them deeply, but by the gods, they were quite erratic in their interests. Anyways, that's not the point. This document shows us so much more than we currently know! Granted, there are skeletons around, but most of them are buried or otherwise too deteriorated to really get a strong look at. And! This document shows information that we hadn't necessarily known!
And yes yes, I know, Abyssals themselves already knew this, but they're so secretive that this is an amazing find! I wish I knew who had written it. The name is too distorted and messy to understand and read. Whoever wrote this was extremely knowledgeable about the species here. Maybe, in the future, more of these pages will be found. Gods! I can't wait! Do you understand how AMAZING this is??
On a more serious note, about the disappearance of [redacted], do you know where they might've gone? It's been more than two cycles now and there's still been no sign of them. Last I heard, they were going to a rumored "corrupted village" to gather data, but it's been too long here without a Librarian, hence why I've been forced to take over. I'm hoping that [redacted] is safe.
Wishing you all the best,
The Librarian
From: The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
[redacted], As you know, we're all guided by The Librarian, and as such, we take their name when we take this position. However, my predecessor, who you know as [redacted] has disappeared, so I have taken their position.
I was going through the mess of the Archive- they've been, they were quite busy with the arrival of the Swamp Skimmers, (A new species! Can you believe it!! So different from us!! And FRESH water!!) the mess is inevitable - and came across this document. By the looks of it, it wasn't written by the previous Librarian, it's far too detailed to have been them. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved them deeply, but by the gods, they were quite erratic in their interests. Anyways, that's not the point. This document shows us so much more than we currently know! Granted, there are skeletons around, but most of them are buried or otherwise too deteriorated to really get a strong look at. And! This document shows information that we hadn't necessarily known!
And yes yes, I know, Abyssals themselves already knew this, but they're so secretive that this is an amazing find! I wish I knew who had written it. The name is too distorted and messy to understand and read. Whoever wrote this was extremely knowledgeable about the species here. Maybe, in the future, more of these pages will be found. Gods! I can't wait! Do you understand how AMAZING this is??
On a more serious note, about the disappearance of [redacted], do you know where they might've gone? It's been more than two cycles now and there's still been no sign of them. Last I heard, they were going to a rumored "corrupted village" to gather data, but it's been too long here without a Librarian, hence why I've been forced to take over. I'm hoping that [redacted] is safe.
Wishing you all the best,
The Librarian
The following snippet was found floating in the Polar Sea and has been transcribed to the best of my ability.
- The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
To: {redacted]
From: The [unintelligible]
[Redacted] I've missed your company, however, I'[unintelligible].
As you may remember from our previous letters, I'm still heading East...I think. I'm not too familiar with this [uninteligable] but my claws are coming in use, as they often do. It's different here, as I expected. The noises here are different and I'm missing you deeply. I keep thinking I'm seeing something out of the corner of my eye. I wish I had your strength behind me, not just as my lover, but as my deepest friend and strongest contact.
The rest of the letter seems to have fallen apart at some point. I'm hoping there's a copy floating around and this simply fell from some young aqrion's bag. I'll share more as I find it.
- The Librarian
- The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
To: {redacted]
From: The [unintelligible]
[Redacted] I've missed your company, however, I'[unintelligible].
As you may remember from our previous letters, I'm still heading East...I think. I'm not too familiar with this [uninteligable] but my claws are coming in use, as they often do. It's different here, as I expected. The noises here are different and I'm missing you deeply. I keep thinking I'm seeing something out of the corner of my eye. I wish I had your strength behind me, not just as my lover, but as my deepest friend and strongest contact.
The rest of the letter seems to have fallen apart at some point. I'm hoping there's a copy floating around and this simply fell from some young aqrion's bag. I'll share more as I find it.
- The Librarian
The following page was found in the Polar Sea and has been transcribed to the best of my ability. I'm not sure if this is transcribed fully or accurately, as the writing was extremely blurred and shaky. If this aqrion is describing their true experiences, then it's amazing that this page made its way all the way downstream to Ar'Quel. I wonder what happened to them... - The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
To: [unintelligible]
From: C[?, unintelligible]
[unintelligible] I miss you so much, my love. I'm missing the home that we share and the busyness of our calves. I've continued to follow the river, but I'm no longer sure where my fins have led me. Kalea's will that I'm still on the right track, but I'm really not sure.
The weird noises I mentioned earlier? They're creatures! More than once, I've caught eyes watching me, often from what I assume are their young. I'm not sure what they eat, or even if they understand our language, but by Kalea's will, I really hope to make contact soon. I want to meet and learn and speak and trade.
In other news though, I'm not doing well. Please don't worry too much, T, please. I know you'll worry regardless, but I think it's just the extreme abundance of freshwater. I guess this just means that Aqrion like myself can't live in freshwater. At least, most of us. I do wonder if Swamp Skimmers could live longer than I will. They already live in brackish and fresh water? That's not the point though. If you were here with me, you'd know I am laughing as I write this, even though my words are shaky. I hope to be home soon, but my curiosity is overwhelming and my weakness is growing. Please don't come looking for me. I love you. Please know that. Know that this isn't the last time we meet, should I not return. I'll find you in any life after this, I promise.
May Kalea guide you, my love
To: [unintelligible]
From: C[?, unintelligible]
[unintelligible] I miss you so much, my love. I'm missing the home that we share and the busyness of our calves. I've continued to follow the river, but I'm no longer sure where my fins have led me. Kalea's will that I'm still on the right track, but I'm really not sure.
The weird noises I mentioned earlier? They're creatures! More than once, I've caught eyes watching me, often from what I assume are their young. I'm not sure what they eat, or even if they understand our language, but by Kalea's will, I really hope to make contact soon. I want to meet and learn and speak and trade.
In other news though, I'm not doing well. Please don't worry too much, T, please. I know you'll worry regardless, but I think it's just the extreme abundance of freshwater. I guess this just means that Aqrion like myself can't live in freshwater. At least, most of us. I do wonder if Swamp Skimmers could live longer than I will. They already live in brackish and fresh water? That's not the point though. If you were here with me, you'd know I am laughing as I write this, even though my words are shaky. I hope to be home soon, but my curiosity is overwhelming and my weakness is growing. Please don't come looking for me. I love you. Please know that. Know that this isn't the last time we meet, should I not return. I'll find you in any life after this, I promise.
May Kalea guide you, my love
A major update has occurred!! The author, who I had a hunch I knew, was in fact the lost Librarian, who most of these readers probably recognize as Callisto*- the Phin Singer who has been a common sight in our community. She had taken up the title of The Librarian, but had disappeared on her last exploration. We are currently transcribing her information and stories and will share them as soon as possible.
-The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
*Permission was granted from Kalegos, The Head of the Archives in Ar'Quel, to share Callisto's identity. By default, all Librarians take up the name of The Librarian upon entering their position and names are not used otherwise. This, however, is a rare and unique occasion.
"The song they sing is lost and twisted. They clack their teeth and hiss and whisper. They have small eyes and sharp claws. They are hunters and they watch us. They have not entered our domain yet, but it's not safe. Nowhere is safe. Their fur is long and matted and tangled- fur, my friends, not scales or skin. They lunge and chase and bite and claw. Their fangs are sharp and dangerous and threatening. Are they like a snake? Do they use poison and venom?? We do not, nor do we wish to, know. They screech and howl and hunt and snarl, but have yet to touch our waters. The four-leg one says- in my mother tongue no less- that she knows me and that she's my mother, yet I have never seen her before. She cries and whispers, trying to explain, but I do not listen to monsters. And she is a monster, like the others. My mother is dead and she just wears her face."
A note written by Amphitrite, daughter of Callisto upon finding her mother. It has been thought for a few months now that Callisto was deceased, but it seems there's a much larger story to be told
-The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
-The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
*Permission was granted from Kalegos, The Head of the Archives in Ar'Quel, to share Callisto's identity. By default, all Librarians take up the name of The Librarian upon entering their position and names are not used otherwise. This, however, is a rare and unique occasion.
"The song they sing is lost and twisted. They clack their teeth and hiss and whisper. They have small eyes and sharp claws. They are hunters and they watch us. They have not entered our domain yet, but it's not safe. Nowhere is safe. Their fur is long and matted and tangled- fur, my friends, not scales or skin. They lunge and chase and bite and claw. Their fangs are sharp and dangerous and threatening. Are they like a snake? Do they use poison and venom?? We do not, nor do we wish to, know. They screech and howl and hunt and snarl, but have yet to touch our waters. The four-leg one says- in my mother tongue no less- that she knows me and that she's my mother, yet I have never seen her before. She cries and whispers, trying to explain, but I do not listen to monsters. And she is a monster, like the others. My mother is dead and she just wears her face."
A note written by Amphitrite, daughter of Callisto upon finding her mother. It has been thought for a few months now that Callisto was deceased, but it seems there's a much larger story to be told
-The Librarian, Head Researcher of the Archive of Knowledge, Ar'Quel Region, Aquella
The first of Callisto's letters have been recorded. Thank Kalea she made a copy of each before sending them through messengers she controlled with her abilities. It seems that, despite her best efforts, the small pieces we recovered were discarded by the messengers once they were out of her range.
-The Librarian
To: Tethys and our calves
From: Callisto
Tethys, I've missed your company, however, I'm glad you’re not with me. I’m glad you’re safe at home with the familiar waters of Ar’Quel to surround you. The waters I traverse are fast and hard to breathe in due to their shallowness and unsalted state. I miss the salt. I miss our home. I miss our calves. I’m so alone, aside from my companions. My eel is struggling, her movements are slowing down. I’m doing my best to support them, by Kalea’s will, but I’m so tired and scared. Each night, I find an eddy in the current and set my bags down. They’re comfortable, but by gods, they get heavy. If you were here with me, I’d share my laughter, but alas, I must simply hope you know I laugh writing this. The octoplush that Klytië so graciously gave me, my little love, is still with me. You can assure her of that because I know she was worried. To all my calves, should your father be reading this to you: I love and miss you dearly. I think of you all every day and miss hearing your stories of school and adventures.
As you may remember from our previous letters, I'm still heading East...I think. I'm not too familiar with this region or river system, but my plasma is coming in use for light, as it often does. Thanks to the seasons, it’s darker here quite early. I know this isn’t unusual, per say, but it’s definitely startling when compared to our deep home where the darkness doesn’t make any difference. It's different here, as I expected, although the water has, thank Kalea, remained cold and comfortable to move through. The noises here are different and I'm missing you deeply. I keep thinking I'm seeing something out of the corner of my eye, but there’s never anything there when I look. I’ve followed the river through tundra and forests now. It’s interesting to see that the earth remains frozen, even though it has yet to snow since my arrival. I wish I had your strength behind me, not just as my lover, but as my deepest friend and strongest contact.
Loving embraces,
Callisto
-The Librarian
To: Tethys and our calves
From: Callisto
Tethys, I've missed your company, however, I'm glad you’re not with me. I’m glad you’re safe at home with the familiar waters of Ar’Quel to surround you. The waters I traverse are fast and hard to breathe in due to their shallowness and unsalted state. I miss the salt. I miss our home. I miss our calves. I’m so alone, aside from my companions. My eel is struggling, her movements are slowing down. I’m doing my best to support them, by Kalea’s will, but I’m so tired and scared. Each night, I find an eddy in the current and set my bags down. They’re comfortable, but by gods, they get heavy. If you were here with me, I’d share my laughter, but alas, I must simply hope you know I laugh writing this. The octoplush that Klytië so graciously gave me, my little love, is still with me. You can assure her of that because I know she was worried. To all my calves, should your father be reading this to you: I love and miss you dearly. I think of you all every day and miss hearing your stories of school and adventures.
As you may remember from our previous letters, I'm still heading East...I think. I'm not too familiar with this region or river system, but my plasma is coming in use for light, as it often does. Thanks to the seasons, it’s darker here quite early. I know this isn’t unusual, per say, but it’s definitely startling when compared to our deep home where the darkness doesn’t make any difference. It's different here, as I expected, although the water has, thank Kalea, remained cold and comfortable to move through. The noises here are different and I'm missing you deeply. I keep thinking I'm seeing something out of the corner of my eye, but there’s never anything there when I look. I’ve followed the river through tundra and forests now. It’s interesting to see that the earth remains frozen, even though it has yet to snow since my arrival. I wish I had your strength behind me, not just as my lover, but as my deepest friend and strongest contact.
Loving embraces,
Callisto
