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An old sheet of thick paper with the above illustration and the following writing on it. All of this information is a closely guarded secret of Fakekeys
Less than half of Fakes know their full history. The writer is unknown, as they did not sign the document

"We were born from earth, from mud, in the damp of the underground. We emerged all at once, fighting for air and numbering about twenty. None of us had a single memory to speak of despite most being fully matured. Around us, the world was fully formed and we were frightened. Those originals could hear the whispers. An unfamiliar voice with a tone not of our own would persuade us to find the surface and break the spell. Some listened and explored outwards from the mud. Above the darkness of the tunnels, they found land bright and vibrant, inhabited by all variety of strange creatures. They all were completely formed, as if they'd been there long before us. How we could survive in a world that knew how to carry itself while we were bumbling infants, we were unsure.

The whisper prodded us onward, though warned us to keep out of sight of a peculiar creature. She called them Snakekeys and spoke of them as if we were littermates, yet explained little. We had no way to speak back, thus we could only cling to what knowledge we were given. She directed us to steal their runes, bringing back the image to the mud. The magic was unfamiliar, yet functional. More of us emerged from the dirt, these younger and eager. We increased our numbers.

As the little ones grew, as did the creatures outside. They built new places to live, gaining a more secure grip in the dangerous world full of beasts. Through them, we learned what of the monsters were safe to approach and those that would kill given the chance. Through us being slain, we learned to return the favor. We learned to hunt and taught our young the practice. There was no need for the caution and carefulness of the Snakekeys, especially if we to were to gain our footing. Our young grew into adults of the pack and made children of their own. As the newer ones began to grow, we learned that they were losing their perception of the whispers. She, our teacher, was growing distant. As She did, She grew frantic. Frantic, yet weary.

In her last words that we could hear, She told us that we were almost ready. She said that our next generation would be able to walk among the civilizations, disguised as one of their own. We were almost too fearful to try. Of course, the Snakekeys were friendly to nearly everything. It made no sense that they would turn and slaughter us. Yet, it was what we had been told since the beginning. Don't let them see us. They could not know. We were to infiltrate and to open their eyes to what had blinded them. Yet, we ourselves did not know the source of the spell we were to break. We still had to learn.

Through our stay in the underground, we had gradually changed. Each new wave from the mud would appear slightly altered. The last had developed to harness the control. They could, occasionally, morph into something entirely new. The last generation could sprout horns or wings or other formations almost at will. We recognized it as a sign, as the Snakekeys could too do the same. We then saw that we were ready. Those last ones left the caves with a confidence anew. And indeed, they meshed with the society that existed. As far as the world knew, we and Snakekeys were one and the same.

Woefully, we lost sight of our directive in the years past. As we became part of the communities, our unity was not what it once was. We no longer functioned as a pack. We were individuals. New were born with no idea of the whispers or Her. In fact, we almost failed entirely with our history nearly vanishing into time. Thus, the thin line of us that remembers through word of mouth alone have written what you read now. Incredibly few know, but we must try to spread the word without alerting the Snakekeys. With the Gribbons come to replace us, we must prove that we were first. We were chosen and we must remember, as the spell remains unbroken still."

Description

Paper texture
An old sheet of thick paper with the above illustration and the following writing on it. All of this information is a closely guarded secret of Fakekeys
Less than half of Fakes know their full history. The writer is unknown, as they did not sign the document

"We were born from earth, from mud, in the damp of the underground. We emerged all at once, fighting for air and numbering about twenty. None of us had a single memory to speak of despite most being fully matured. Around us, the world was fully formed and we were frightened. Those originals could hear the whispers. An unfamiliar voice with a tone not of our own would persuade us to find the surface and break the spell. Some listened and explored outwards from the mud. Above the darkness of the tunnels, they found land bright and vibrant, inhabited by all variety of strange creatures. They all were completely formed, as if they'd been there long before us. How we could survive in a world that knew how to carry itself while we were bumbling infants, we were unsure.

The whisper prodded us onward, though warned us to keep out of sight of a peculiar creature. She called them Snakekeys and spoke of them as if we were littermates, yet explained little. We had no way to speak back, thus we could only cling to what knowledge we were given. She directed us to steal their runes, bringing back the image to the mud. The magic was unfamiliar, yet functional. More of us emerged from the dirt, these younger and eager. We increased our numbers.

As the little ones grew, as did the creatures outside. They built new places to live, gaining a more secure grip in the dangerous world full of beasts. Through them, we learned what of the monsters were safe to approach and those that would kill given the chance. Through us being slain, we learned to return the favor. We learned to hunt and taught our young the practice. There was no need for the caution and carefulness of the Snakekeys, especially if we to were to gain our footing. Our young grew into adults of the pack and made children of their own. As the newer ones began to grow, we learned that they were losing their perception of the whispers. She, our teacher, was growing distant. As She did, She grew frantic. Frantic, yet weary.

In her last words that we could hear, She told us that we were almost ready. She said that our next generation would be able to walk among the civilizations, disguised as one of their own. We were almost too fearful to try. Of course, the Snakekeys were friendly to nearly everything. It made no sense that they would turn and slaughter us. Yet, it was what we had been told since the beginning. Don't let them see us. They could not know. We were to infiltrate and to open their eyes to what had blinded them. Yet, we ourselves did not know the source of the spell we were to break. We still had to learn.

Through our stay in the underground, we had gradually changed. Each new wave from the mud would appear slightly altered. The last had developed to harness the control. They could, occasionally, morph into something entirely new. The last generation could sprout horns or wings or other formations almost at will. We recognized it as a sign, as the Snakekeys could too do the same. We then saw that we were ready. Those last ones left the caves with a confidence anew. And indeed, they meshed with the society that existed. As far as the world knew, we and Snakekeys were one and the same.

Woefully, we lost sight of our directive in the years past. As we became part of the communities, our unity was not what it once was. We no longer functioned as a pack. We were individuals. New were born with no idea of the whispers or Her. In fact, we almost failed entirely with our history nearly vanishing into time. Thus, the thin line of us that remembers through word of mouth alone have written what you read now. Incredibly few know, but we must try to spread the word without alerting the Snakekeys. With the Gribbons come to replace us, we must prove that we were first. We were chosen and we must remember, as the spell remains unbroken still."