LECTORS DECLASSIFIED: FALLEN COHORT - VOL. III

[Lectorate 537]

LECTORS DECLASSIFIED: FALLEN COHORT

VOLUME III - BEACH DAY BLUES

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RECAP

A few days after the incident in Providence, the Third Mission returned to the KAEDWYN to speak with the Wise Brother. It is explained by Arch-Lector Galway that the agents of the [REDACTED] were a corrupt sect of Lectors from Gaekrin and that they sought the devil masks themselves. The Wise-Brother instructed us to prepare for our Northern trek, and that we would be accompanied by an Inquisitor.

 

After docking at Camp Ember we sought to aid our Brothers in their labors - we had nothing better to do. A month prior, Luciensburg had been entirely destroyed by Chulk, the Putrid Demon Prince, and we were now homeless. When we sought to aid Brother Damon with his tedious labors, a large and jagged boulder soared through the air towards our position. Two Cyclops, a mother and child, sought to avenge the death of their beloved Bludhor. Brothers Oijin and Sigismund dealt with the enraged mother, setting it ablaze with Godsflame and striking true until it was no longer a threat. Brother Dante, however, opted to subdue the child as it was no larger than a man. 

 

 

Brother Dante forced the creature to submit when he severed its flexor tendons. Our Brother explained his intent to give the beast to the men of Owyn’s March so that they might use its strength to aid in their labors, as well as to ensure that it was no longer in the wild vowing vengeance. It was then that Quartermaster Emyael demanded that the creature be slain post-haste as was a monstrosity, going so far as to even shoot a bolt towards Brother Dante. A fierce debate ensued which drew the eyes and ears of the camp. Ultimately, those within Camp Ember favored the opinion of our Brother: Man must master nature and should not fear its monstrosities; glory awaited not within the safety of a camp but instead outside, in the World.

 

The Arch-Lector too was drawn to this battle of convictions, finding great satisfaction in the words of our Brother. The Wise-Brother ordered the creature’s hands severed and enslaved, destined to drag crates and supplies for the remainder of its life. It was then that the Third Mission truly began to see the wickedness which would befall our Wise-Brother. Galway deemed Emyael was unfit for duty and a spy for the [REDACTED]. Without a trial the Arch-Lector drew an arbalest and shot Emyael directly in the head, ending him. The sadist grin on Galway’s face remains plastered in the minds of our Brothers to this day.

 

 

We offered a prayer and departed, sensing malice thickening in the air. It was then and only then did Spearman Sam emerge from the woods as to warn us: Galway was not to be trusted.

Edited August 28, 2021 by Lectorate