I've given you a whole month. And? Nothing. No progress. Diagrams're just as damn incomprehensible as when you started. So that's it. Enough fucking around.
You're to do the following. Keep one diagram and stare at it till you hit on something, and send the rest to the other camps. Maybe some of the lads there ain't quite so dense and'll manage to translate those damned scratchings into something we can use.
Those alchemists encamped by the bee yard've spent most of their lives poring over books, so send on of the drawings to them. Send a second to the band that occupies the brick ruins by the lake. One of the lads there was supposed to be ordained a reverend. He knows strange tongues. As to our transfer base in the bogs near the abandoned village, a lad there was formerly a librarian's assisstant.[sic] Send him the third diagram.
P.S. For inspiration, try your hand at translating this: Robbe caen me a'baeth aep arse.