Megarus & Skazochnik
Megarus Megarus
Skazochnik Skazochnik
Skazochnik Skazochnik
Hey Megarus, have you ever heard the story of the Whispering Scroll? A folk tale about a scribe who hid a secret code in the margins, and I’ve been chasing that legend for months. I think there’s a real puzzle inside—do you want to take a crack at decoding it?
Megarus Megarus
Sure thing. Show me what you've got and let's see if this "secret code" is actually worth our time.
Skazochnik Skazochnik
Alright, here’s the thing. In the old parchment, the scribe wrote the dates of the waxing and waning moons, but the ink was faded so badly that I had to trace it with a pale candle. I noticed that every third line of the margin is blank, and when I lined them up, it spelled out a hidden phrase. The first line reads, “I, the humble chronicler, swear,” then the next hidden line says, “to keep the truth in the light.” The final line, hidden in the last few pages, says, “but the spirits of the forest are not to be trusted.” It’s a neat little puzzle, but the real question is whether the forest spirits are truly after us or simply want us to listen to their stories. Think you can help me test if it’s a trap or a treasure?
Megarus Megarus
Sounds like a classic “write something in the margins, get it all messed up, then someone else finds it” trick. The fact that every third line is blank and they line up to form a sentence makes me think the scribe was deliberately embedding a message. If it’s a trap, it’ll be more about leading you into a false sense of safety. If it’s a treasure, it’s probably a map or a key. The safest way to test is to look for a consistent pattern: check if the dates line up with an actual lunar calendar, see if the “hidden” letters actually match the original ink, and if the phrase repeats elsewhere. If you can’t find any independent corroboration—like a second source or a physical clue—then I’d lean that the forest spirits are just a story, not a threat. But if you dig deeper, the real treasure might be the next clue the scribe left. Ready to dive into the parchment?
Skazochnik Skazochnik
I’m all in, but I’ve got a notebook in the corner and a candle that won’t quit burning. Let’s check the dates first, see if they match the lunar phases from the old chronicle of Rydel. Then we’ll see if the hidden letters hold up when I trace the faded ink with a fresh pencil—no trickery, just the truth. If the patterns stay solid, maybe the forest spirits are whispering a map. If they wobble, perhaps it’s just a good old folktale. Bring the parchment; I’ll bring the lantern.