[[OOC:]

Father,

Having disguised myself as a Jailor from Britannia Prison, I sought out the Arcanist and soon had him under arrest. He came peacefully; though I confiscated his wytch book, herbs, and uniform. He now awaits trial in the downstairs cell block of Britannia Prison.

Yours Sincerely,

[OOC: This report is for the OOC enjoyment of the readers, and in character knowledge between Tom & Siegfried only.]

Peers around the shadowed corner, sprinting to glance at the report as Morana walks out of sight. Eyes dancing all over the report, the Wytch Hunter mutters, dropping the report to the floor before sprinting back into the shadows.

Father,

I write to you this evening following the Vesperian 'Ironman' Tournament disguised as a frail wandering healer, the prize for the victor is the following axe I have sketched for you, no doubt imbued with some form of Wytchcraft:

The following individuals, who I hath not seen before were in attendance:

The crowd were as primitive and barbaric as I did expect, perfectly fitting and at home in Vesper, chorusing for blood before the Vesperian wytch had chance to announce the contestants. The man sketched in the top right appears to be a wytch, I will keep my eye on him on your behalf, Father. Commander Morana, one of his Grenadiers, and a Scout who I do not recognise were also in attendance, participating in the bloodshed. The scout made it to duel for third place, but was crushed by the Wytchling, whose name I've learnt to be "George Webster".

The final was between Commander Morana, and "Jhonas Adraldor" of Vesper, 'Brother of previous Ironman Garrick Adraldor', the victor was:

I will keep a close eye on the new 'Ironman', and see if I can recover that weapon for your observation.

Yours Sincerely,

Father,

Managing to slip away from my post briefly, safe in the knowledge that all others were out patrolling the borders, I recalled what the Captain had told me last night about the location of his office and promptly went to investigate.

Unfortunately I was unsuccessful in uncovering anything of value. It seems the Captain keeps everything under lock and key. I'd not go so far to say that he's smarter than he looks. How smart can a Wytch be? Not smart enough to realise what an abomination he is, and that he is not welcome in Britannia, it seems!

Yours Sincerely,

Father,

This morning I woke to find I had not been stabbed in the night, having had my cover blown. Instead I woke to the round of my 'comrades' donning their armour and making their way out of the dorms for early morning patrol duties. I myself, as the 'new and inexperienced' recruit opted to stay behind on lookout at 'The Swaggers Inn', in hopes that I could uncover some evidence. Unfortunately as I arrived there I was greeted by a female called Rebecca, or "Becca" as she prefers. I soon discovered that she was the manageress of the Inn, and so I was unable to snoop further and instead chose to engage her in conversation in hopes of discovering more.

What I found was that she has concerns of a rival tavern known as 'The Rose' in Trinsic, apparently near something called "the elven quarters" which I can only assume would make blighting the place much easier. All nicely together in one sector... As well as the Swaggers Inn, this 'Rose' is a popular hangout amongst the dregs of society.

Her tongue was so loose as to let slip that amongst the harlots behind the bar, she also knows of contacts of unsavoury people referred to as 'Hitmen'. Perhaps the man known as "Kiran" is amongst them?

Yours Sincerely,

[Attending:]

Attending:

Recruit Clarke Maul

By orders of Watchman Haap I went to the graveyards to increase my skill with a sword, and to keep the ghastly undead at bay. I collected a total of 2,000 coins for the Army.

Signed

Clarke Maul,
Guardsman Recruit

Father,

Activity in Vesper seems to be on the rise. When I was lurking around earlier I could see the Captain leading six or seven conscripts on a quest of some sort - They were too fast for me to follow in the shadows, but I encountered another militiaman whilst waiting for the rest to return:

On their return, I sought out the Captain and posed as an orphaned carpenter's apprentice from town called Paul Ashwell, fed up of not doing my bit and fighting on the front line for Vesper's freedom. The Captain merely asked me if I could fight, and having said I could, placed a uniform in my lap and handed me a badge for 'Militia Partisan'; a raw recruit I believe.

The wytch claimed he had more paperwork to attend to - No doubt learning more dark arts or conjuring beasts from the abyss to command him further. Before he left, he gave me the keys to the militia headquarters and kindly revealed to me the location of his office, in which I shall attempt to snoop around in at a later date.

Until then however I will mingle amongst the peasants and rough, boisterous soldiers and report anything further to you. I must go for now Father, I write to you from atop a bunkbed, from which I believe the gentle candle light stirs the men in their sleep.

Yours Sincerely,

"Paul Ashwell", Militia Partisan.

[[OOC:]

Father,

On walking down the barracks stairs this evening I witnessed the Watchman 'Delferium' ambling towards Cove shouting at the Arcanist, Kas Valentine, whom was nearby at the time that Mischief had been spotted in Trinsic, and inflicted bodily harm upon himself, with perhaps a blade tinted with poison.

Though I take no pleasure from telling you this, given the severity of the situation at hand I did see no other choice than to follow the men through the Arcanist portal to Trinsic in order to search for the heretic. We came across a gathering of Vesperians and craftsmen who were useless in all aspects other than informing us that she had ran south some time ago; the Captain, Esca Flowne was present, yet despite his signature upon Mischief's arrest warrant, made no sign or attempt of willing to assist us further.

Charging through the streets of Trinsic we came to the main gate, upon a gathering of Trinsic guardsmen, civilians, and none other than Mischief herself; I recognised her clothing from your sketch some time ago.

On seeing us, she ran from the gates and vanished before our eyes in broad daylight. It was at this point that I informed the Trinsic guardsmen of who she was and why she is wanted; they seemed to dismiss her warrant as mere accusation and hearsay despite laying eyes upon the wounded Watchman who had come with us. Overall they did seem more concerned that I did not greet them with 'Good Morrow', than a notorious murderer had just escaped under their noses.

I can only hope that Captain Morana hears of this, and speaks with urgency to the Duke of Trinsic in order to gain their assistance in apprehending this dangerous female. It would be worthwhile to note that given this evidence, I believe the female is seeking refuge within the walls of Trinsic.

Yours Sincerely,

[OOC: This report has been made public for player's out of character enjoyment, and should not be treated as in-game information for anyone other than Father Siegfried and Captain Morana.]

Father,

My apologies for so few reports as of late, but if truth be told, that would be due to there being nothing to report. I have ventured to Vesper on many evenings now and on all accounts have not seen a soul. This evening though, perhaps my report might stirr some interest as I saw a few individuals from the Militia patrolling around, and no less than Captain Esca Flowne himself.

From the shadows where I watched them all in turn, I observed the following:

   

I hope this information is not already known to you Father and that I am not merely wasting your time... As you can see from my descriptions and sketches of the individuals above, the Captain's actions must clearly be influenced by Baphomet, who is kept forever at his side - I would dare so far to say that the Captain is but a puppet, in league with Guardian himself who controls the Captain at the tug of a string. One man seems simple enough; the other however, is an elf.

Yours Sincerely,

[not]

Father Siegfried,

Though so late in the evening that even the forest giants slumber, I write to you with troubling news indeed that I feel may only confirm the suspicions you have seen fit to confide in me over these recent months.

Well aware the Vesperian drinking hole known as 'The Swaggers Inn' is rife with the dregs of society, I saw fit to investigate the late night clientele as only a night Watchman stirred within the Baronship. On my approach, I pressed my back to the corner of the wall and peered round to see two females in my sight. Though they did not speak their names unto each other, as the night progressed I was able to gather an accurate portrayal of both females:

It was moments after my silent arrival that the Vesperian female, who from her attire I can only come to the conclusion that she is a member of staff at The Swaggers Inn, offered to show the paler of the two her home. Cautiously I followed the pair into a residence not too far from the North East of the Preceptory. Though I had yet to see anything that would cause me to believe either of them were somehow involved in wytchcraft, I feel what I discovered hereafter may be of interest to you. As I followed them along the coast, the pale woman lept on a rat scurrying by, brought it to her mouth and to the disgust of myself and the Vesperian female, put it between her teeth and sank into it. On recognising the Vesperian woman's disgust she discarded the vermin, and proceeded to clean the blood on her hands with her own tongue.

As the Vesperian offered hospitality to the younger female idly once within the building, I managed to creep around the premises to a bookcase, by the side of which a book lay half open. The book was signed in numerous places by a female named 'Amarante' of the Vesperian Trading Company, and contained nothing but highly descriptive positions of sexual perversion, complete with 'pros' and 'cons' of each, and a signature of approval from the author. I will spare your eyes from such filth, but suffice to say I might perhaps even be quite lax in what I describe to you herein. The Vesperian who seemed to reside there did not have a ring on her finger.

It was at this point I decided I would take my leave and report back to you with my findings, but as I got to the door the Vesperian female came under minor assault. Crawling under the nearby table to watch in secret, I witnessed the Vesperian struggle to have the pale woman unhand her finger, as she seemed to suck blood from a minor cut. The pale woman's eyes began to glow red, and she sank into the corner of the room, huddled in a ball crying to herself.

Foolishly, the barmaid comforted her; weakened by Compassion I can only assume, Father. As the females embraced each other, I noticed from my observation place that the pale female was now sinking her teeth into the neck of the barmaid! A vampyre, Father, witnessed by my own eyes.

Fearing the barmaids safety I reached for my sword and buckler, crawled out from the table and confronted the vampyre, successfully freeing the female and advising she fled the house. At this point the vampyre let out an ear-piercing shriek that caused me some deal of unease, but moments later I swung my buckler-arm back, and delivered a concussive bow to the fiend's temple, causing her body to slump against the wooden flooring.

At this point I fled the home, having ensured the safety of the barmaid and sprinted through the woodlands back to Cove, where I now address this letter to you.

Father Siegfried, from this low-scale, late night glimpse of what goes on beyond the Covian boarders, I truly believe that Vesper holds many more dark secrets that, if investigated may well give the Clergy all the evidence they require to call a crusade on this self-proclaimed heretic town.

Yours Sincerely,