Trouble in THistle Townlet
October 31st 2024
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Preface:
Thistle Townlet has been hit with a dangerous problem. This issue has been generally something the rest of the world has dealt with, and since Moonset Island is so remote from the rest of the world, just like other islands, it has not been having to deal with this problem nearly as much as mainland locations have been. However, lately these things called "distortions" have been showing up more and more on their island, and not all Cloakat are ready to deal with them. Deacon has been sent out by The Elder Bat to investigate the ongoing issue in a town that has been recently attacked by such beasts.- Please note that this short snippet story has mentions and/or visuals of blood/bodyhorror. The reader is recommended to be 16 or over.
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Narration:
The air is quiet as the sun settles lower on the horizon, It wouldn’t be long before it completely set.
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The Elder Bat stands before his son in his quarters, with light beaming behind his head through the large balcony window.
The Elder Bat:
Now Deacon, you need to be sure to be careful as you know this will be a dangerous exploration. Did you make sure to pack everything you need?
Deacon:
Yes, Dad, I made sure to. I promise. (He nods politely)
The Elder Bat:
Good Then. Just be sure to report back as soon as you can. If you need help, use that trick I’d shown you to get out of there safely.
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Deacon nods and heads out. If he flies straight south and follows the trail, he’d eventually make it to the west entrance of Thistle Townlet.
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Eventually, Deacon makes his way towards Thistle Townlet. He speaks to a few villagers in the location, gathering entail on the current issue surrounding the village.
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The problem with the distorted seems to be worsening. It was generally a mainland issue, but recently it has been hitting their island rather badly.
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Deacon gets some words of wisdom from the more hardy of the bats in the area as he investigates their town. It held up well, but many are injured, there is a bit of blood in some locations, but the villages promise that it is largely not theirs. A relief, one would say.
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Deacon moves on with caution, travelling towards the way the villagers said a beast had made its way to after ransacking their village. Somewhere Northeast into the woods, it seems.
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He eventually happens across trails of blood. He investigates for a little. Blood was slung on the trees, bushes, all around, actually. Stray weapons seem lodged in trees nearby.
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Deacon moves on, following the blood up the thinning trail. There seems to be some globs of some unknown substance now more visible around the area.
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He happens across some bloodied scales. He’s seen these scales before. Deacon looks around cautiously. Wind howling in his ears as he looks around the dark forest.
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Dusk was making this investigation much harder and scary than it needs to be. But it had to be the same day due to urgency, of course. He breathes roughly, gathering himself before moving on.
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He heard a twig snap, looking around cautiously before calming himself. He thinks maybe the wind broke a branch, but he can't be too careful.
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He treks on, He swears he heard a voice…
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D̴̦̦̄̕ ̶̬͖̌Ě̶̜͇͘ ̶͉̗̌̉A̴͔͐͘ ̵̱̮̋C̷͆̌͜ ̸̺͐Ö̷̲́ ̶̳͖̾N̴̹̥͌̾…̴͚̦̑.̵͇͓̆ ̵͇̆͝.̵̥͌̍…̶͈̌̄ ̸̥͍̐…̵̙̮̍̏.̸̧̰̏́
Deacon:
His ear flicks, he turns to looks around. The air feels like it's growing thick, he has a bad feeling about this.
Deacon:
He looks forward and continues looking around cautiously. The smell of the blood and odd globing substance staining the air with its foul stench.
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D̵̨́ ̵̖̋ ̷̫̉Ȇ̷̦ ̵̘̓ ̸̩̓A̵̯͋ ̷̢̾ ̶̥͂C̷̹̔ ̸̥̅ ̶̃͜Ọ̸̄ ̷̮͐ ̸̯͐N̸͍̕ ̴͓̈́ ̵͙̊N̶̺͒ ̴̢̾ ̸̱̄N̷̮̓.̴̻̂ ̶̝̀.̸̱́ ̷̼͊.̴͎̐ ̶̘̌.̷̣̕ ̷̜̊.̴͙́ ̵̝͐.̴̪̆
Deacon:
Deacon’s skin crawls and his body goes cold. A guttural, forced voice sounds from somewhere far behind him. His heart starts to race.
Deacon:
He gulps the knot in his throat, turning around, something moving somewhere far in the distant shade of the trees. Everything in his body was screaming for him to run, but at the same time he could barely move.
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Branches crack, odd wet noises seem to virtually surround him as he tries to gather himself.
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He suddenly feels something hot breathing behind him mixing with the feeling he was possibly in impending trouble, but he still just-couldn't move, his arms stay raised up in a fearful way.
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D̵̗̊ ̴̘̐ ̷̞̔Ē̵͚ ̴̛̟ ̷̭͗Ạ̷̿ ̵̌ͅ ̶̩̌C̴̡̎ ̴͚͋ ̸͍̋O̷̳͑ ̶̻̆ ̷̟̓N̴̦͝ ̸̹̆.̶͈͊ ̵̩̀.̵̘̋ ̷̤̚.̸̲͘ ̶͇̀.̷̯̋ ̸̟́.̶̡̊ ̶̣͝.̴͓̇ ̴̱̕I̵̡͗ ̴̫͝ ̶̟͒A̷̹̍ ̷̺͝M̴̠̂ ̵̺̕ ̶̺̓S̸͚̒ ̶̜͑O̶̪͛ ̸̖́ ̵͕͊H̵̦̔ ̸̞̏Ú̸̠ ̵̘̿N̷͔͝ ̴̱͘G̸͍͂ ̶̨̕R̵̰͌ ̵͈͠Ÿ̸́͜ ̸̫̈́.̶̠̕ ̶͓͘.̵̞̉ ̸̮̀.̴̳̄ ̶̲͝.̷̜͋ ̷͙̒.̸͍̀
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