LECTORS DECLASSIFIED: FALLEN COHORT - VOL. II

[Lectorate 538]

LECTORS DECLASSIFIED: FALLEN COHORT

VOLUME II - PROVIDENCE SHUFFLE

NOTE TO READER

Any events mentioned within this document have already occurred. The Archives of Third Mission have deemed this information available to the public; REDACTED information will be noted as such and shall imply potential compromise to operational security.

 

RECAP
It was a few Saint’s Days later that we began our mission to Providence. Our orders were to keep a low profile, thus we Lectors disguised ourselves with the Providentian style. Our contact was a man by the name of [REDACTED] who worked within the Providence Mines. It appeared, from first appearances, that this individual was a vagrant of sorts who dealt in information - a shady character not worthy of trust. Upon speaking the requisite code word, [REDACTED] ushered us to follow him to the Cathedral’s courtyard. There, we began to speak before the Northern mausoleum.
 

Lectors in their Providence Disguise
 

As if on cue, our party was beset by an ambush. Mercenaries operating in employment to [REDACTED] attempted to slay everyone in attendance bar the contact, whom they sought to capture. Using a ranged weaponry, the assailants managed to pierce Novitiate Oijin’s shoulder and Lector Dante’s rib. Utilizing GODSFLAME and TANGLEFOOT and the cover of the cathedral, the other Lectors present made quick work of the would-be assassins, slaying all but one who we took captive. Following the bloodbath, a tourist and associate by the name of [REDACTED] appeared and threatened to jeopardize the entire operation by alerting the ISA so that we could be treated for our injuries. 

 

Though well intended, it was the orders of our Wise Brother to maintain a low profile at all costs. This caused one of our Lectors to threaten and kill the compromiser, which in turn spurred a heated debate amongst those present. They opted to pursue the individual instead, in order to prevent them from notifying authorities. We caught up with [REDACTED] and ushered them into a nearby building, where we were soon discovered by a local who thought us cultists. Immediately, we migrated to the house next door and settled upon the second floor whilst ISA soldiers conducted a thorough search of the first area. It was truly a miracle that we were not discovered, and that they contained the search to only that building.

 

Our contact and the captured agent of [REDACTED] came to and were soon interrogated. Our contact explained that the first mask location was far to the North-West, and that we were to venture out with the guidance of a sherpa. The prisoner refused to divulge any information pertinent to their loyalty or why they sought to kill the Lectors, and began to scream as to alert the nearby authorities. We [REDACTED] the man to make him silent, and thus we departed the city of the span of many Saint’s Minutes, one by one, so as to not draw further attention.

 

 

In retrospect, it is humorous that our cousins in Exalted Owyn perceived our conflict in the graveyard as us robbing the corpses of the Orenian dead. It appears that whoever gave such a report did not observe with care or sought to slander us.