[NEWS] Greetings All Citizens of Britannia.

[Andrasta]

Written on a scroll in a practiced, flowing script, the following is delivered to you by a man dressed in brown slacks and with similar colored hair, cropped short since Britannia last saw him.

He bears a purple sash, grandly embellished with "Royal Herald of Britannia" which he fingers every now and then as if absurdly proud of it. "I am instructed" he says, "to see that this message is delivered directly to your hand.

Councilor Shelby requires that it meets the ears and eyes of the populace as soon as is practicable. Serious matters appear to be afoot!" on the scroll, bearing the wax impression of a Council missive, appears the following:

Greetings all citizens of Britannia.​

I write this missive to you, as the duly appointed Royal Thaumaturgist to the Throne of Britannia. In this role, I would like to inform you that I require the presence of all Royal Guards and volunteers of the realm. I have received a troubling report from Corastine that we need to look into with all haste. As all are no doubt aware, Priestess' are somewhat prescient in matters, some of us are merely bystanders to. It seems in this case, that the mysteries are giving her little option but to listen. Her report is enclosed below.

Your servant,
Shelby, Royal Thaumaturgist and Member of the Royal Council.

Report received:​

It is the same every night.. please help me sleep or make it go away..I have tried everything.. something is trying to tell me something but apart from being terrified and bone weary I have no idea what is going on.

"It is done." The black knight removed his helmet and glanced around at the eight robed and hooded figures surrounding him, each holding a dark crystal ball. The dead sacrifices needed for their making lay at their feet and each crystal ball gleamed blackly, the hands of the hooded ones covered in their blood. As the blood pooled around their bare feet, they all screamed in unison.. the sound conveying the complete satisfaction and malice of a job complete.

"Now go," he commanded. "Fulfill thine purpose." The eight creatures each said a different word and the crystal balls vanished. Then they bowed to him in one movement and vanished into the rooms dark shadows.

Leaving it a few minutes to be sure the creatures has in fact left him, the knight slumped to the ground in front of the central crystal left behind. These books never told you the price you would pay, he reflected. He hefted the heavy tome and put it inside his pack. He could feel the main crystal start to tingle and then start to grow in strength as each of the eight was activated. Despite the bone crushing weariness, he could not help but feel energized by the power he had created. Let it begin! Finally, years of preparation and practice would come to fruition. Leaving the denizens of the place to clean up the mess, he also vacated the place and returned to the safety of his lair. He had just enough energy to secure the book before he passed out.

As he passes out, I awake screaming! The horror, the pain.. I don't know what to do. I thought you might be able to make a potion? Help me sleep and the dreams go away?

Corastine Evanir, Priestess of Truth.

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