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The Shear

In an abandoned hut, a decaying data cache is found beneath the floorboards. The following data was extracted:


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It is as we feared. Gordo was taken two weeks ago, and now a message has arrived from the Western Bridge Tribe.

They are active. Surrender. This is your only chance.

My earliest memories are of Gordo and his white beard. He has been here since the village had been founded, before the erection of the Roper's school. His knowledge of pre-fracture technology is what gave us working drills, heated ovens, and this ___###UNTRANSLATABLE###___. He told me of the Western Bridge Tribe, before it drifted away. As our tribe grew, it became unable to support the people that were receding further into the distance with each passing month.

The Western Bridge Tribe island is home to a pre fracture object. I think Gordo called it a "matter compiler." With him, they have everything they need. The elders will convene tomorrow.


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Haftus has announced his predictions. Gordo was working on decoding and adapting blueprints for a new invention, a "Golem." The western bridge tribe has enough material for four of them.

The plan is as follows. First we will meet them in the courtyard. Zeel wanted to meet them on the remains of the old bridge, but we decided that it would be too risky. If they destroyed the bridge, we would lose too many in a single stroke. We can't destroy it ourselves either. We have not the means, nor the time to weaken it.

Should all fail, we have our final trump card. We will retreat to the Fauces, where we are keeping the families. It is part of the pre fracture temple that exists inside the mountain, that we now use as a trial to graduate our new Ropers. The Fauces is the room before the trials, overlooking the Shear. We will arm every woman and child, and make our final stand there.
The room contains a mechanism. it requires two keys to activate, inserted and turned at the same time. I hold one. Zeel holds the other. Gordo told us the mechanism was a security system, but he was never able to discern exactly what it did. He also told us never to use it.


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I write this final entry to engrave the circumstances and whereabouts of the Eastern Bridge Tribe. Haftus was wrong, there were three Golems.
They disembarked at the end of the bridge. The Golems were terrifying, but with our families at our backs we held our ground. We were able to defeat the Golems by finding a weak point on its back, at great cost to our own. The final Golem made it to the Fauces. I fear that I will never forget the vivid memory of Taldus, son of Haftus, being incinerated while grasping at the ashes of his sister. I can only take solace in that Haftus never had to witness it himself, having died in the courtyard.
Zeel and I managed to get to the keyholes. They are located in two rooms, each door next to the entrances to the trials. We had practised the night before. What followed next was something I don't think I will ever be able to explain. The door to the room closed, sealing all sound and light with me. After an approximate 30 second period, during which all manner of terrors assailed my fevered imagination, the door slid open once more. I emerged from the room back into the Fauces, where nothing remained. All sign of conflict, along with every speck of dust, every trace of soot, and even the bars we had installed into the overlook windows three years ago, were gone. I saw Zeel re-emerge from the other side of the room, equally perplexed. Of the Eastern and Western Bridge tribe, not a trace remained.

I enter this now from the confines of my house, where my wife used to sit and read to my son. The shock has still not left me, and I fear the moment I look over to the fireplace, and feel the wash of loss and grief sweep me into the abyss. Zeel has taken the Western bridge tribe airship, which remained hovering patiently at the end of the ruined bridge. He said nothing to me he simply strode down the bridge towards it.

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This old thing. I don't know why but I felt compelled to drag this with me back to the house when I found it. Time has been cruelly kind to me. I do not know how I remain here, nor why I have not simply stepped into the clouds, but I retain my good health and don't see myself dropping anytime soon. There has been no sign of what happened on that day, but if there is hope of ever returning anyone that was in that room sometime, it is buried deep within me. Today was the day I finally decided to visit my old house while looking for supplies.

I heard something strange outside a week ago. There was a buzzing overhead, and I rushed outside. A small speck, trailing smoke. Up until this moment I had always assumed I was the last man alive, the last of the survivors that formed the Western and Eastern Tribes. Perhaps, time has not been so cruel after all.