What I found was much worse than I expected. Journal Page: Mother told me not to go, but the Cathedral refused to tell us anything about Father.Journal Entry: The sounds have stopped. I pray the Cathedral sends reinforcements soon and will have mercy when they know of my cowardice. Journal Entry: The city walls that kept us safe have trapped us in with them.I didn’t want to end up like the others, nothing but a blood splatter on the floor. I hid and listened to the screams as they were torn and devoured by the creatures. Journal Entry: This might very well be my last journal.She will see us through the retaking of our land. The Mother’s blessings have seen us through till now. High Priestess' Missive: We’ve kept our army caged long enough.I saw smoke coming from my own chimney last week. High Priestess' Missive: Have you seen? Folks are moving into our town, into our houses.This one is in its prime, and will need extra care to contain. High Priestess' Missive: High Priest Clouse, I will be returning with another catch in two days.Who made them? Hmm, why? And what is this place exactly? Abandoned Journal: We’ve found sharp wooden poles scattered throughout the tunnels.But to say this is the Father's work? Oh ho, I hear strange noises. Abandoned Journal: (sigh) I’m faithful, truly I am.She says it’s part of the Father’s grand design. she says we were sent to do good work, to deliver good materials to the fine folk at Kor Valar.
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