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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.
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OOC: So, in the interest of exposing hidden lore, I am putting forth my private submission with minor details left out. The only pieces removed from the submission are those relating to an event series that I wish to proceed with, so forgive me if this post doesn't appear to be particularly lengthy. Additionally, I would love to see event proposals for this concept, as I feel it can provide some interesting experiences that don't necessarily have to follow the cliche of overbearing power or enormous threats to the world. Don't hate me. We only have three Daemons. Vaasek You have felt it before. That encroaching feeling that urges you to turn around with the notion that something is present. It comes often in times of darkness, when ashen clouds blanket the sky, and the hustle and bustle of daily life settles to a song of crickets. You become so encapsulated by this apprehension that you turn, looking for a source. Your eyes scour the nooks and corners of your abode, yet nothing presents itself. Perhaps there is something outside? You might ask yourself, grasping a nearby weapon and rising slowly. You turn to the windows, peering out to the drape of shadow that hangs over the glass pane. You dare not look for long, lest your mind conjures up images of what may be lurking outside. Instead, you return to your quarters, mocking yourself; reassured by your primitive senses. But the sensation will return, and you will follow the same procedure, for it is fear that preserves your life. Vaasek is a Daemon with an intense mistrust for the mortal races of the world; much like his brethren. This Daemon is consumed by his wary observation of the Descendants, so much so that he works to observe them in anxious seclusion, conjuring his minions unto the world in order to serve as his many eyes. He appears as a slender man with grayed skin and many arms. He is adorned in tattered robes and a hood, offering little variation in colour from the shade of his own flesh. Around him, many eyes bob and weave, each reflecting from their pupils, a certain region of the world and their real-time events. This Daemon has come to represent Anxiety, Apprehension, Caution and Illusion, for it is the senses that birth all of these things. Vaasek may make a rock appear where there is none, or a smell of rot with no particular source. He is the Daemon of the clandestine, a Daemon who does not want to be known to the world, but wants every part to play in it. The creatures that serve him scour the mortal realm in relative safety, blanketed in auras that make them imperceptible to the Descendants. The Kabalees Vaasek works tirelessly in seclusion, awaiting the period he considers to be the Apocalypse of Mortals, a vision he once had of the Descendants utilising untold potential to wreak destruction upon the world. For this reason, the Kabalees exist. They watch the world for their maker, relaying back what they see to him, so that he may plan. So that he may prevent what he considers the end. These entities are the spawn of Vaasek. They are many beings that serve as his eyes upon the world, fixated on their diligent investigations. Their natural form is unkept, and those that could see this appearance would note an ashen smog of tendrils sweeping across the land. When they so desire, they make take any form that they wish, calling upon the power of Vaasek himself to manipulate their identities. The Kabalees can observe any being from any corner of the world without usually being detected, and have been watching over the lands of Axios for many years, preceding the arrival of the Descendants. They can often be attributed to the lingering caution inherent in all living things as they explore the land, and have been known to whisper to those that they take a particular interest in observing.
