Messily-Scribbled Notes

The Messily-Scribbled Notes are a series of interactables located around Blue Amber Lake, Lempo Isle, Nod-Krai.

They were written by Papa Wrench, and describe the events of his life after his supposed "death" aboard the "Fortunate One."

Locations

• Messily-Scribbled Notes (I) — location unlocked during the World Quest The Tale-Telling Heart in Series East of the Moon, West of the Sun

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (I) location

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (I) location context

• Messily-Scribbled Notes (II) — only readable during The Tale-Telling Heart

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (II) location

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (II) location context

• Messily-Scribbled Notes (III) — only readable during The Tale-Telling Heart

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (III) location

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (III) location context

• Messily-Scribbled Notes (IV)

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (IV) location

  

  Messily-Scribbled Notes (IV) location context

Interactables

Messily-Scribbled Notes (I)

Messily-Scribbled Notes (I)

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Followed the caravan to Hiisi Island. The people there call themselves the Frostmoon Scions. According to Danil, they are adherents of the Moon Maiden, and they have an... interesting way of viewing things. For example, most of them reject the use of kuuvahki devices, believing that to use them is to abuse their deity's blessings. As such, I did not have to help them repair anything while the caravan was there, and only needed to fix our own machines.
To my surprise, a girl of ten or so came to look for me in secret during a break, and asked to be taught some mechanical principles. Perhaps she was concerned that she would be discovered by others, but she did not give me her name until we were leaving. She was somewhat impetuous, but she has both enthusiasm and talent, and learned the basics I taught very quickly. It's just a shame that the Frostmoon Scions will likely not let her fiddle with machines in public. I left her a few technical manuals that I got through trade with other traveling merchants (Danil initially thought that these little books could help me regain my memories). I hope she can buckle down and gain something from those texts.
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I stayed a few days more in Nasha Town this time. Come to think of it, this is the first time I've been split off from the rest of the caravan for this long. Danil and Demyan seem to go a good way back, with the latter arranging for my lodgings after only a short chat, right next to his own place to boot. I'll be inconveniencing him until Danil and the others get back from Snezhnograd, but Demyan doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he wound up speaking to me about machines quite a bit, starting with the origin of the name "Papa Wrench." It's a bit embarrassing now that I think about it, since he clearly picked that topic just so I'd have things to say. I say, it's no wonder he's in sole charge of The Flagship here in Nasha Town despite his youth.
Danil did ask if I wanted to join them in going to Snezhnograd, or perhaps Novokitezhgrad. After all, that's where my technical skills are from, so it's likely that I'll find my identity and past there as well. However, a nebulous unease kept me from going. I do not know what it is I fear. Perhaps it has to do with my lost memories, or with some incident I encountered... Seeing my hesitation, Danil made the call for me. He even took care of everything else, just as he has done for me all this time.
Not that there's any point bringing up any of my unfortunate past. I don't remember them. But I will say this, that meeting Danil and the rest of the caravan was in no wise misfortune. If not for them, I would have lost my life long ago, out there on those shallows. They took me in when I had nothing, while I can do so little to repay them...
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Nasha Town is home to many children, though I dare not imagine their circumstances. But then again, as with me, what they might need is neither sympathy nor pity. Indeed, just writing these two words almost seems to bring someone's arrogant face to mind. Still, I'm glad that they at least find my stories interesting — though that might be down to the candies I've brought. I learned that trick from Danil, by the by — always bring a few in your pocket "just in case."
Amongst the kids, however, there is one who is more interested in the tools I always keep at my hip than any tale about Snegurochka. When I asked if she'd like to carry one in her hand, ah, how her eyes sparkled! Katya, the Speranza's boss, takes great care of these kids for the most part, and she rather gently gave us space so that I could tell this girl, Aino, about the techniques in which I have much skill — the art of communicating with machines. It seems that just as I am lucky to have had Danil and the others take me in, these children have found a fortune that belongs to them. *sigh* Even in a world filled with such terrible tragedies, there are so many kind people...
I quickly found that Aino is not only interested but stunningly talented at working with machines. I have taught her how to distinguish the material make of gears, calibrate pressure indicators, and adjust safety valves, and she has proven not only quicker to learn than the rest, but also capable of inferring other knowledge from such lessons. Watching her working away with tools still too unwieldy for her, turning scattered components into intricate devices, I am truly happy for her. She is a diamond in the rough, but even so, she already shines with a radiance all her own.
Danil and the others have finally returned to Nasha Town from Snezhnograd. It's time I packed up my things and made ready to travel with them. A right shame it is, that I cannot stay here for longer...
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Messily-Scribbled Notes (II)

Messily-Scribbled Notes (II)

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A few days ago, I met a traveling merchant who'd just traveled south from Novokitezhgrad. We had a lovely chat, and I felt quite nostalgic... I had yet to learn that this was because I was originally from that city. Fate's coincidences tend to come at you suddenly like that, I suppose. I discovered a foreign yet familiar face in a newspaper she'd brought along. The person in that picture had hair not yet stained by hoarfrost and a carefree smile. This was me... ten or more years ago.
It was only upon reading the obituary in the corner that I truly remembered all I had lost. But Old Shesternin was the one who owned all this, and he is "dead." Danyusha has inherited his family name and possessions, as has Zhorik. Zhorik... Ten years on, I still know not which hands those were that pushed me off the side of the ship... It was all too sudden. Surely Zhorik simply could not react in time, and the incident that occurred aboard the "Fortunate One" was but a tragic accident... Surely...
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Danyusha, my child, what can I now do to mend the losses you have suffered since your mother passed? Even my attempts at reparation were not to last, for though it was not my intent, I caused you to lose a father also...
There is nothing I can do for her now. Surely a visit from a "dead man" uninvited will not find any welcome...
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Messily-Scribbled Notes (III)

Messily-Scribbled Notes (III)

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...Tinet's illness has taken a turn for the worse. Danil has taken her to see the best doctor we can afford, but to no avail. We dared not give her the diagnosis in full, but she had already guessed it — clever, all too clever, that girl. Sometimes, I wish she were not so — perhaps then a smile could yet prevail on her gaunt face...?
Poor child! I know she has a difficult temper and does not love to speak. Those sudden outbursts of rage surely stem from the sickness's torments. The light in her eyes flickers like a dying candle. What must I do to keep that feeble flame alive?
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Tinet has grown so ill that she can no longer travel with the caravan. We have decided to make camp at Blue Amber Lake. Here lies an underground warehouse left by Archon-knows-who, one that contains quite a few so-called "legacies of the golden age." That suits me perfectly. I have had the underground space modified into a workshop, something that Danil and the caravan members also helped greatly with.
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Messily-Scribbled Notes (IV)

Messily-Scribbled Notes (IV)

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This is all meant to fulfill Tinet's wish. I do not wish to say that this is her final wish, for I hope it is not so. I have told her every story I know, and even some I do not, but invented to comfort her. Tolfin often comes to see us, and though he is little good at it, he does his best to tell her stories he can barely get through telling, such as "It is a sight more marvelous even than a rainbow, the aurora that hangs in the night sky, though you can only catch sight of it very rarely, even in the northernmost reaches of the northernmost of nations. They say, you know, that you will find treasure at the end of a rainbow. What great prize, then, awaits those who can climb the vivid satins that come rolling down from the very heavens"?
I remember that as Tinet heard this tale, the candlelight flickered, as if a gentle breeze was blowing through. She said, her voice like a sigh, that if only she had heard this story earlier, she might still have the strength to go to that northernmost of nations in the story to see those dreamlike satins in the sky with her own eyes...
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...It's alright, child. It's alright. I will bring you those satins, such that you can see them.
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