A chronicle of Crimes Against Nature from the perspective of Kiht Jakkya.
Zanzan takes a long moment to climb into a comfortable seat on his stool. He offers a wide smile towards Kiht as he regards her, holding a new and pristine, leather-bound journal in one hand and a quill in the other. He gestures her to a seat beside him.
“Not often am I asked to be a scribe... Make yourself comfortable Kiht and we shall start as soon as you are ready!" He says to her in a carefree and cheerful tone.
Kiht looked to him and nodded curtly. “So I just speak?â€
"That is all you need to do! And worry not of speaking too quickly. These ears shall catch every word with accuracy and speed." He says with a smile as he flicks one of his large ears with the feather of his quill.
“And you swear this will be kept secret?†She asked as she watched him respond, intently.
“Of course! You have my word... And do not worry, I shall refrain myself from turning what you say into a poem. What words you say will be the words written on these pages." He chuckles softly, crossing a leg over the other as he readied himself.
She takes a deep breath. “Very well, here I go.â€
The Blood Witch
“When it started, I was Matriarch of the Shroudwolf Clan. There was naught else I wanted to be, and the Shroud was the only place I thought I wanted to be. Things had been stressful, but prosperous. The life of a leader is not easy.
However, I spent my time taking on jobs in the Shroud. I did not need the gil, really, but the jobs reminded me of what I was. Being a Matron made me feel as if I was losing what made me a scout and hunter.
One sun, there was a leve. Wailers were ambushed and killed by some unknown force. I thought it was poachers, but nay, this was no poacher…
Arriving on the scene with some adventurers that never knew how to stay away from things that did not concern them, we were greeted by a rather racist Wailer. Still, he needed our aid, and was not going to turn it down. We tracked to where the Wailers had fallen, and what greeted us was a horrid sight.
We found the bodies; buried under a forest of blood, and seedkin gone mad. The very vines tried to eat us, and blood-red Orchu tried to kill us. We prevailed in battle, and began to collect the fallen Wailers. That is when I saw her. A woman in red.
She fled into the living vines of horror, trying to escape. I gave chase along with two others; Anstarra and Orrin Halgren. They were fast to respond. The woman may as well have been convicted of a crime. They were not gentle in how they took her down.
They were not wrong though. The woman was insane, and covered in a dress of blood. Questioning her gave us nothing, and when she touched Anstarra, the same craze was given to the Sun-sister. It took two of us to restrain her, but remarkably, she soon regained control of herself.
The crazed woman escaped through the Earth. She was no ordinary woman, she was a witch. When she left, the corrupt forest began to become normal. It had become clear that there was a bigger problem aside from dead Wailers.
Before we could return to the task at hand, the Wailer named Weylan had left with the bodies; choosing to abandon us, and our mission. Things were only brought to a bigger issue when he reported that we had abandoned our leve. A sun-brother who had come along by the name of R’elend was not pleased.
With no pay to see, R’elend threatened and robbed the Moon-sister levemete. To the near-by Wailers, it was just a trio of bickering Miqo’te. Even when I spoke true about R’elend robbing the sister, the Wailers did not believe me.
R’elend escaped with some gil while I repaid the poor sister, and walked away with less gil than I had before. I was… Unhappy.
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Outsiders had come to the forest, got involved is aught that was not their concern, and one even robbed a Moon-sister. At that point, I was not pleased about things. There was some odd shite happening, and our efforts only made things worse.
I had a choice to make. I would continue my efforts as Matron, and let Wailers handle their own mess, or I would begin dedicating myself to saving my home from the storm that was building. I only wish I had made some of my choices more quickly.â€
