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IC INFO
Yesterday the eighth victim was found wandering along the outskirts of Camp Overlook. Herot Longwind, identified by letters addressed to his wife, found on his person. Symptoms were consistent with previous cases; the tradesman was completely unresponsive to any form of stimuli. Despite the arduous efforts of several healers dispatched to the area, Herot, like the other seven, remains capable of little more than incoherent babbling.Â
The children of the town have begun to speak of a strange creature in the woods. A twisting millipede, crowned by the head of a gully-lipped goat, crowned by three gleaming green eyes. What was first dismissed as the inane ramblings of youth now serves as the only clue as to the source of the strange malady. They all say the same thing... In the dead of night, they are roused by a familiar voice beckoning them into the forest. Those who follow find themselves in the company of a strange creature, who regales them with stories until the rise of dawn, before spiriting them back into their beds, safe at home.Â
And who is to face this abomination? Perhaps those whose hands have been forced by benevolence, determined to bring the predator to its end of days. And, of course, such a beast surely has quite the bounty on its head for those of hungry coin purses. We can only pray no innocent bystanders find themselves caught in the crossfire by unfair chance... Or worse, branded as the creature's next victim. One young man seems to be at the helm of the endeavor, under the orders of another. Their plan is simple. They'll stake out the shadowed forest line and nightfall.
And wait.Â
The children of the town have begun to speak of a strange creature in the woods. A twisting millipede, crowned by the head of a gully-lipped goat, crowned by three gleaming green eyes. What was first dismissed as the inane ramblings of youth now serves as the only clue as to the source of the strange malady. They all say the same thing... In the dead of night, they are roused by a familiar voice beckoning them into the forest. Those who follow find themselves in the company of a strange creature, who regales them with stories until the rise of dawn, before spiriting them back into their beds, safe at home.Â
And who is to face this abomination? Perhaps those whose hands have been forced by benevolence, determined to bring the predator to its end of days. And, of course, such a beast surely has quite the bounty on its head for those of hungry coin purses. We can only pray no innocent bystanders find themselves caught in the crossfire by unfair chance... Or worse, branded as the creature's next victim. One young man seems to be at the helm of the endeavor, under the orders of another. Their plan is simple. They'll stake out the shadowed forest line and nightfall.
And wait.Â
