The Legend of Piscanis

The Legend of Piscanis (Pavellian Translation)
Here is a letter written to and unknown person, by an unknown person in 1993. it is known that this was sent from Varendor via horseback. This letter was found next to a dead horse, supposedly killed by the Vermillion Raiders.

'In the olden days, it was said that a fish and a dog could never get along. Such a combination would have been impossible to create, and many superstitious people believed that seeing a fish and a dog in the same room could bring back luck.

One such supertitious person was Cappspawn, a humble rancher living on his farm. His biggest fear was seeing a fish and a dog together in the same room. He lived alone, and he could only imagine what kinds of horrible happenings could happen to him out there, alone. Many days, he visited Varendor and drank at Greta's Pub to feel safety and security from the dangers of living alone.

Cappspawn's beliefs were turned upside down when he returned to find not only a fish, not only a dog, but a fishDOG roaming his farm. His immediate reaction was to kill and save himself, but something told him this was a wrong thing to do. He befriended fishdog, and grew to like him. Fishdog grew to like him too, and all was well. Fishdog was a big attraction at Greta's Pub, for the drunk men there found a humour in this pet.

One fateful day, however, fishdog was not to be found. He had disappeared entirely, with the only thing left on the ground: A shadow. This shadow never went away, and stayed for all eternity. When Cappspawn saw this, he instantly knew, and fishdog spoke to him. "My name is Piscanis. Hear my word, and follow me. Exalt yourself from all of the terrors of this world. Find your peace with me, Piscanis, your new lord."

Thus, Cappspawn spread the word, and wrote the Liber O Piscanis, detailing all of the findings he discovered. Soon after, Stregabor adoped it as its main religion, and today it only grows more and more.

I call you to please read this book, and decide for yourself. Do you want to exalt yourself? The world is a terrible place, threats of war have been going around and it is only getting worse. Our Emperor is dying, and we have only one hope: Governor Sniper. If he does not win, and Nicholas of Oceashire wins, we are doomed.'

- Unknown, 1993, Varendor

The Legend of Piscanis (Pallouric translation)
Here is a letter written to an unknown person, by an unknown Stregabor citizen. it is known that this was sent from Varendor via horseback. This letter was found next to a dead horse, supposedly killed by the Vermillion Raiders.

'' 'Brother, in all my expeditions in the northern hills, never have I found something so massive hidden so closely beneath our noses. Three days ago I was exploring a large cave that had been spawning irregular patterns of Glowberries, when I came across a sort of tomb. It was nearly comletely buried beneath mounds of stone, but I noticed the corner of a smooth arch protruding from within, and was able to clear a hole large enough to fit through. The tomb itself was not large, being only a single room maybe fifteen blocks wide at the corners, but the shape of the room was not what surprised me so. The walls were absolutely covered in a sweeping script, delicately carved into the stone faces of the room, curling in circular patterns that converged near the center at a tall pillar reaching from floor to ceiling.''

''Now I know that you were always the more well read of one, but I like to think that I have a fairly extensive knowledge of ancient languages and I can say with near certainty that these glyphs resemble nothing I have ever seen before. Upon close inspection of the pillar I saw that it too was inscribed with a more condensed version of the mysterious script, this time in lines that ran parrallel to lines of old Latin in what I assume to be subtitles of some kind. Luckily, I can read Latin and quickly began copying what I could from the pillar, which I had included below. I apologize for the gaps in the passage, there were some lines that were too cracked or faded to make out.'''

The transcription reads:

'' 'In the olden days, it was said that a fish and a dog could never get along. Such a combination would have been impossible to create, and many superstitious people believed that seeing a fish and a dog in the same room could bring misfortune.''

''One of these superstitious people was Pallou, a humble farmer and monk living on. He greatly feared seeing a fish and a dog in the same room. He lived alone, and he could --- imagine the horrible things that could happen to him in his solitude if he recieved(?) misfortune. Many days, he visited the hamlets to the south and drank at wineries to feel safety and - from the dangers of being alone.''

''Pallou's beliefs (or worries?) were turned upside down when he returned to find not only a fish, not only a dog, but a FishDog roaming in his fields. His immediate reaction was to kill and save himself, but something told him this was a wrong thing to do. He befriended Fishdog, and to like him. Fishdog grew to like him too, and. Fishdog was a big attraction at the local wineries, for the drunk men there found a humour in this pet.''

''One fateful day, however, fishdog was missing. His body was found at the base of a hill just outside of the town, and it was discovered that he had suffocated because there was no water nearby. The whole of the town went into mourning at the loss of their dear Fishdog, and they began to think of how they should honor his memory.''

''During this time, Pallou was pondering his own death (Mortality, lifespan?), when he -- (could be reviewed or recieved) a strong feeling (prompting?) to go back to the hill where Fishdog had died. Upon arrival, he saw that standing there, was Fishdog, living and breathing yet still out of the water. Pallou asked how this could -, and Fishdog replied 'that he is Piscanis, and he had been spared, to free humanity from it's snare (trap, bonds, containment?).' Piscanis donned a skin (coat, mask?) of blue.''

''Under the guidance of Pallou the Scribe, we have been shown truth and -, so --. Let this place be the birthplace (origin, beginning?) of a new age, forever suspended in the glory of our lord (teacher, savior, father figure, caretaker?).''

Below the inscription, a final note was written by the author of the first letter. It reads:

''I'm not sure exactly what it is that I've found, but I believe this may be the discovery we've been waiting for! a whole culture, buried for who knows how long beneath hundreds of tons of rock, waiting to be brought back to the surface! I wish I could have shared this news with you in person, but the winter here is tough and I cannot make the journey myself and so I send this letter in my stead. I hope it should find you in good health, and I eagerly await the day we can meet again face to face.''

-Yours truly, I.R