WARNING: This game is the ancestor of the Clerical Error game written more recently by Kathleen De Smet. The newer game has undergone heavy revision. If you read this game you will both spoil some secrets and end up with some wrong information.
My Thoughts
In order to make the plot a bit less obtuse I wrote up six journal entries (with a good deal of editing help from Katleen) that Clotho spread around the scenery or in some cases literally threw at the players. All of the groups got the entries in different orders and some groups didn't find all of them. Hopefully the entries served their original purpose and made things less confusing.
I've included the original text as well as the scans we used to print the journals up on nice yellowish paper. Also, I suck at caligraphy.
The Journal Entries
Entry One
Original Text
She is gone. We searched everywhere but there was no trace of her. I could hear Loki's laughter on the edge of the hills, but I cannot imagine she would fall for his silly tricks. My darker sister and I keep up our work, but without our middle sister... the effort is meaningless.
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Entry Two
Original Text
Skeins and skeins everywhere and no one to work the loom. I keep thinking she will return but she does not. There are strange things cropping up everywhere and I am sure Loki is to blame. A sphinx now bars my way to the spring. She claims that her riddles are not for me. I want to know what his game is, but I dare not follow his trail. It may just be another of his traps.
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Entry Three
Original Text
If only I had been more patient! Overwhelmed by the piling skeins of thread I tried to do my errant sister's duty, to disastrous result. The weaving is all snarled and twisted. I've tried to undo it but I don't think there is any hope. Soon I think my darker sister will lose patience as well. An old woman has appeared in the spot where I usually spin. She will talk to me, but gives precious little in the way of answers. She goes on and on about her board and I can get nothing of my lighter sister from her.
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Entry Four
Original Text
She has done it. I can't... She lost the last threads of her patience and cut the snarls. Now the weaving is beyond repair. If only I could find my lighter sister... I cannot fix it. I have tried and tried, but respinning the threads only snarls them further. The old woman has taken to leering at me every time I pass and a red cage has bloomed not far from the fire.
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Entry Five
Original Text
Gone. All gone. I am alone. She could not wait and went to find our sister. What can I do... There is thread everywhere. Death is my only companion. It brings me no answers.
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Entry Six
Original Text
It has become so quiet. All I hear is his laughter. I am convinced that he wears the old woman's face, but can find no way to beat her. My mind is spinning in all the silence. I will try to discover what the altar means, but I fear I cannot keep my thoughts on any task for long... the crosses haunt the back of my mind, I know they mean something, but not what...
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