Antilli's Writing Spree

Night falls. It’s time for a bit of a rest. You begin your trance as normal but again you are restless. Haunted by strange visions that you can’t quite remember, you are snapped awake by Tomarian. He yells, “Are ye daft?! Just what in Moradin’s name are ye doin’?” He points to a section of wall on which several elvish letters have been written. Each letter is equally spaced apart in rows and columns. “What the heck is wrong with me?”, you ask? You don’t remember writing on the wall but it does appear to be in your handwriting.

P O W E R X Q R T S W U I J B E F G A I D R T Z Y B N M O S
O Z S E R T H N M L E O K J K S G C M P O N Q W Z R D O L W
B E M I A A R U L P O C N A Q A B V B O I B A I G E H G J O
A H L E C H E D A V M O R Y S R V I V I U P Z L K S E V K R
M H C I C G L I B C N A F E D X C C F U L M X D F K L G L D
A J Z O S B A Y K C V U I B T X X T H A Y P C E O F H D N O
J I X I M A D R Z A F I V N I S I O C Z T O V S V B L J I F
R O C Y P D B W C H O S E N L Z N E Q X R H B T K L F S K T
G P F F O S F O E S A A T I W W O G R C E G G D O A V K R A
O U D R I F S D R A A Q U O S F L B T V W D J R P R U B E L
Z F A N T I L L I E N T I P P Q I I Y B Q S K E J O D G W E
A Y T R I O M L B G S E O O P W U L U N A V L A G H H T Q R
V W H H D M A F D S W S W U O S Y L F M S J I M V S D F A I
A U U V E I O M I Y E E R Y I D T E M F D B Y S R E W S N A
B U D I S G A B N U R D F T S G A A F S F Y A D F Q P O I H
I H X C S F A N D E S C T R W Q G D G O G B S D S A E R U A
L F B T I G Y T S S S S T E V I B D H I H V P L A C E T Y P
J K M O K I P P E J Q E T I C E A I D A J S O F I W A N T P
H R K H S M Y O Q A Y O A A M R C V K O K Y W I R A M Y S I
S P F F G O D I W Z U I L I U O K X T M B A E E R O M X E E
G T H T D U G U A C V Y P O Y T T A Z Q N R R G O R E V R S
F A E E E I F H F T R E A S U R E E C W B D O A M D A I I Q
S L X R W K D B T G A A S D F A S I X E V S S U V O T X E X
Y E A O C J D V U H R D X C G X E L Z R D D Y I L A Y E Q N
E R S U Q E H C B J T O M I S G A Y R A T S T T Y B C M A C
U I J L A Z S W O D A H S F O D I M A R Y P R Y U E P O D R
S A S G Y A L O F O M B I L R I C A T W Q A E Z D G O I S A
A P D M A S T E R L R V V O C E V N U P D F X E R T S A Q E
Z O T C L O C K O F T I M E U I E T I J B C T A W D I V O M
H U Y T I C K T O C K M E D S L E B O P H V C D G D H D J Z

What originally appeared to be gibberish begins to take shape. As if there are words buried in your subconscious trying to get out.

Return to Antilli’s Page.

Antilli's Writing Spree

The Chosen Five Kestimire