Greetings William,
The new age is coming and it brings us fantastic inventions. I am happy to share with you some of them. The honor to make which was given to me — old-man-Alister.
I know, your father thinks that I have lost my mind — he has his point, he has always been so stubborn. You are the person I can trust and can understand me. While I am able to tell you my story — I need to go back to the mist.
You know, during my research I took a journey to the New World — if only I knew what new worlds will I discover, would I make this trip again? Obviously yes!
Traces of that weird cult, which scared people of London so much with its bloody cruelty, lead me here, to the deep parts of Amazonian forests. Did you know that tribes here carefully kept their primal way of life even nowadays, when trains are running across their country and giant ships connected the world in a whole? Amazing, how such undeveloped societies could keep verbal legends about Red God — powerful creature made of blood, metal, and flesh.
People of these tribes cut on their faces a strange triangle symbol — just like the one was seen in those zealot churches in England or in our dear fatherland — Sweden. These eye-in-triangle symbols can be met in distant shaman caves among the fiords.
How is this possible? How can different people all over the world worship to the very same symbol? The same Red God?
I cannot say I was a good man, but I do not apologize for anything I have done. Sometimes, when you need to get to the truth when you are obsessed with the knowledge — you need to spill some blood. Moreover, not always this blood would be someone else’s.
I trust you, William. I trust to you but not your arrogant father I bequeath the power I discovered to make Conway’s name truly immortal.
Soon, very soon you will receive a package, which explains everything. Be ready. Be prepared for that moment, I implore you, this is very important.
I know that you already surpassed your father’s engineering talent in creating mechanisms and useful inventions. This is another reason why I am sending you my blueprints.
Make everything as it is written in the schemes and be ready for everything — there is a relict power that hides behind mirrors. I felt it when I was in the mist.
This power will be yours, William. I will help you to get it for all of us.
Sincerely,
Alister Conway the Last Baron
Amazonia
22nd of March 1899
