are some keys to the mausoleum we find the stash of eggs he was talking about in a nearby barn or shed next to the graveyard and we find the mausoleum where dr wallace was buried almost smack dab in the center of the graveyard and sure enough the keys we found on the desk opened the door however inside the mausoleum we don't find any research paper by a famous entomologist we don't really find much to be perfectly honest a little bit of scrap here and there a few containers but the tone where we first learned about wallace and his research told us that it would be unlikely for us to find the research here instead it suggested that we search a library perhaps a library from the university where dr wallace graduated we immediately think of vault-tec university i couldn't think of any other university in appalachia or any other library in appalachia that we could explore so i went to vault-tec university however we don't find any new notes or terminal entries talking about dr wallace his research on moths or any other entomologist of course we do find the new quest related content that was added with wastelanders but nothing relating to the mothman is included in it so perhaps we can't find this research yet maybe it's waiting for us at lantern the final tome opens up to us once we've completed this event a total of NUMBER_TOKEN times it's called false gods of appalachia false gods of appalachia by wise nathanael the shadowed the wise mothman calls the mountains and woods of appalachia home yet the region is the haunt of other strangeness as well these rolling hills are ancient beyond human comprehension and what were once towering peaks to shame the alps remain home to things likewise outside mortal experience many a credulous soul has attributed deific qualities to these things as do the dim ones and in so doing are deafened to the wise mothman's truth here i catalogue some of these false gods that the student of his wisdom may not be led into the temptation of dark mysteries which bear within them no light of knowledge the deceiver mothman and his progeny as the wise mothman's eyes glow with the violet light of his wisdom his unenlightened brethren's vision is cloaked in crimson they and their spawn heed not the actions of humankind nor care for us making of us not but prey and sport the dim ones see them and think them gods divine and sacred and fall to the ground in obeisance be not deceived student of truth these fire-eyed lepidoptera are neither god nor angel and have no wisdom to share the flatwoods monster shun this accursed creature dear student should you cross paths with its haunting form let not its amaranthine glow fool you it shares no kinship to the wise mothman and where his truth sets loose your mind from the fetters of falsehood this hovering nightmare binds it there is no wisdom to be found in such a being squatches of diverse shape many tell tales of encounters with beast people in the wilds of appalachia ape men of giant stature and foul stench hybrids of human and livestock goat and ram
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