I am doctor Numan.
Tonight I have decided to begin my descent into the catacombs.
A man of healing, I was first interested in the shining Trapezohedron when a colleague of mine was found dead.
Jacob had been acting strange for weeks, and his disappearance went unnoticed for a week.
A friend discovered Jacob in his study room.
The study had been ransacked, and most of Jacob's papers taken.
After a through investigation by the police, I visited Jacob's house.
There I discovered in a ruined desk the words,
"The Cult of Starry Wisdom sees all through the shining Trapezohedron"
After years of discreet investigation I have tracked down the source of the Cult.
A rundown church stands beneath dead trees in the distance.
The broken cobble path before me twists and turns before me.
I tighten the grip on my Dagger, and touch my holster.
I tenderly step across the protruding stones and snagging vines, crushing small ferns beneath my feet.
The sound of barking echoed through the otherwise quiet night.
Drawing my dagger I continued down the path, coming closer to the crazed noise.
I came upon a sight that few men see, two wolves of black fur and barred teeth.
Near them sat a fellow of such a grim face that death must have had little difference on his mood.
Half eaten, half rotten, his clothes a drab gray, the man had been dragged from the ground by the cunning wolves.
A short, yet bloody, battle soon followed.
With nary a scratch, but the blood on my dagger and boot, I trekked on through the graveyard.
Through the cold night I strode, a hand on my holster, and an eye on the bushes.
A cold wind sweeps through the pews, and smoke from the braziers chokes the air.
The church had been used recently, the slowly dieing fires prove that.
I spot some stairs, the entrance to the catacombs.
Something else draws me however, and I continue into the dark church.
The soft murmuring of the wind over this house of god sent a shiver down my spine.
As I turned back to the stairs, I thought I heard a whisper coming from the altar, but I am sure it was just the wind.
It was just the wind.
Just the wind.
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Topic: Infra Arcana - Descent into madness (Read 1755 times)