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Notices find their ways littered about the noticeboards around The Lion's Repose area, Morgenwend, outer Crookback, and outer New Town where they exit into the Gloomrot Forest.
5th of March, 315
If she still had a mouth, she would've screamed. If she still had legs, she would've ran. And if she still had eyes … I cannot say if there was still enough blood in the woman from which to produce tears. Yet. Her heart still beat. Her lungs still drew breath. Certainly so! For I saw them both: wholly unburdened of skin; cartilage; or bone …
This notice won't go further into the state Celate Gabriella von Schweikert was found in (even our order's most hardened knights, not encouraged to look at the autopsy…). Only that the Celate yet lived. And this seeming miracle made it all the worse.
Faculties of logic would attribute what I and beastwoman Yihan saw to posthumous tremulations; the electrical, faux-life derelicts of mind the body is signaled to feel long after the soul has departed. Naught but a curious, if overly morbid, quirk of science.
But we know better.
The Lothar Order knows better.
There is great evil in this world. And nothing about it is natural. Nothing that happened to the Celate von Schweikert—martyred and saintified soul, may she find peace on the heavenly step—happened naturally! And neither I, nor beastwoman Yihan, will rest until the witches responsible for this atrocity are sniffed and torn! Out, out. Out! From limb to limb …
The good people of Morgenwend are thus forewarned to:
- Not leave their houses after sunset; consider a full curfew to be in effect.
- Antlers. Do not. Trust. The Deer.
- Beware the ectoplasm; green writings in rune language.
And lastly,
- Not fraternize with the Occult. Any Occult. No matter how harmless they may seem.
- Report any suspicious activities to your local Lothar Knight; be them a stranger, friend, or lover. That the Celate's martyrdom does not sizzle in vain.
Together. We will liberate Gloomrot of this terror; or be consumed by it.
Signed,
Dame Vittoria von Rolanthe.
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