Mutants and the Taint

It killed them all, Archon. All forty-one warriors. I do not know how… the recovery team was well prepared, armed to the teeth, metal weaponry and all. We took a mage too, one trained by The Cult of Phynaster. The thing came at night, the second night, in fact, and attacked from the shadows. Darts hard as dragonsteel flew across the camp, felling a dozen men in an instant. It then leapt from the cliff and started to massacre the rest, one by one. The mage's spells were powerless to even slow it down. They thought of themselves as hunters, but they all became prey. I… saw it for a moment as I was hiding in the crevice of the rock wall. It was like a scorpion fused with a lizard, black as night, a nightmare made manifest. I could not move. I couldn’t even shriek, just sit there as it tore our men apart. All in the name of what? To think that Vagrant, Braxus led us there, all for a bowl and some damn spoons. Curse him, to think he of all people lived'



-Larvo, recovery team slave master: Cult of Phynaster Incident Report (cca 702 P.C.)

Type

Report, Incident

Medium

Paper