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31-08-2023, 05:19 PM
UPDATE: Investigation on Korriz
Participants: Apprentice Emlar Racta, Neophyte Esme Roi, Apprentice Nivalis
Location: Korriz, District 13
After some inquiries and research, we set off to District 13, to rendezvous with an investigator at Section 6 - a woman by the name of Viiral. She shared what she knew of the case regarding one of the last missing persons from the area. A human man, Desmon Gival, working as a factory worker at Zercorp Steel Plant. We followed his traces to an access tunnel not too far from the precinct. 71BA6 to be precise. As we neared, Apprentice Nivalis expressed he felt he was being watched, and a sense of dread. As we stepped into the access tunnel, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until the husk of the factory worker's body showed up. Standing, wobbling, on his feet. He had been possessed, or rather, the host of the Spawn as it turned to us. Mimicking first Apprentice Nivalis' voice, then that of Lord Vipion, my own, and the scream of Neophyte Daxze. It then began to transform, growing over ten feet tall. The attached image below from Apprentice Nivalis documents its appearance in the early stages of the transformation. At no point did the creature exude any kind of presence in the Force. As I ordered the retreat and the three of us vacated the tunnel, I hit the Spawn with a Shock jolt, which seemed to barely even cause it to flinch. It did however, -strike- it, for those that still harbour the peculiar doubt of it being a mere illusion.
Later, after we had all returned from our journey - myself, Nivalis and Roi; we were struck with a dream. The same tunnel we walked in, and our escape. The stench of death and words written in blood: "YOU. NEVER. LEFT." Notably, the last word appears to manifest only once the dream shifts to what each of us consider a home. For myself, it was my chambers. For Roi - Orsus. And for Nivalis - the Archives on the Estate.
I received a holo-text from Investigator Viiral a day later. Or so it was introduced: the same frequency, but the inquiries were odd. They were making assumptions and asking about matters I never disclosed or even viewed as hypothesis. Notably, the peculiar writing style struck me as odd. I immediately recognized the pattern from the messages Lord Vipion and Sith Zevasa had shared. It was the spawn. After its facade was torn apart, it merely said that I am "a witness too", when I inquired if it was the 'Witness' or 'The Lucky One' as the previous ones had introduced themselves. I asked if we were kindred, and the communication ended there.
As an addendum, Apprentice Sekker is working on his own report on the Steel City as his own investigation ramps up. As the Lower Reaches are considered waste and chemical dumps - and far more downtrodden than where we encountered the Spawn, my working thesis is that while we found the creature...we were looking in the wrong place. Up in the crown, scrambling for roots. Its lair, its womb, nest - a ritual site like the one we found in the Volden bookstore, is likely tucked away within the lower levels we are yet to search in person. It would also align with what the creature on Rhelg resided by and seemingly made as its domicile in the swamp.
ATTACHED IMAGES AND HOLO-TEXT CONVERSATION TRANSCRIPT:
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-Signed, Apprentice Emlar Racta.
Participants: Apprentice Emlar Racta, Neophyte Esme Roi, Apprentice Nivalis
Location: Korriz, District 13
After some inquiries and research, we set off to District 13, to rendezvous with an investigator at Section 6 - a woman by the name of Viiral. She shared what she knew of the case regarding one of the last missing persons from the area. A human man, Desmon Gival, working as a factory worker at Zercorp Steel Plant. We followed his traces to an access tunnel not too far from the precinct. 71BA6 to be precise. As we neared, Apprentice Nivalis expressed he felt he was being watched, and a sense of dread. As we stepped into the access tunnel, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until the husk of the factory worker's body showed up. Standing, wobbling, on his feet. He had been possessed, or rather, the host of the Spawn as it turned to us. Mimicking first Apprentice Nivalis' voice, then that of Lord Vipion, my own, and the scream of Neophyte Daxze. It then began to transform, growing over ten feet tall. The attached image below from Apprentice Nivalis documents its appearance in the early stages of the transformation. At no point did the creature exude any kind of presence in the Force. As I ordered the retreat and the three of us vacated the tunnel, I hit the Spawn with a Shock jolt, which seemed to barely even cause it to flinch. It did however, -strike- it, for those that still harbour the peculiar doubt of it being a mere illusion.
Later, after we had all returned from our journey - myself, Nivalis and Roi; we were struck with a dream. The same tunnel we walked in, and our escape. The stench of death and words written in blood: "YOU. NEVER. LEFT." Notably, the last word appears to manifest only once the dream shifts to what each of us consider a home. For myself, it was my chambers. For Roi - Orsus. And for Nivalis - the Archives on the Estate.
I received a holo-text from Investigator Viiral a day later. Or so it was introduced: the same frequency, but the inquiries were odd. They were making assumptions and asking about matters I never disclosed or even viewed as hypothesis. Notably, the peculiar writing style struck me as odd. I immediately recognized the pattern from the messages Lord Vipion and Sith Zevasa had shared. It was the spawn. After its facade was torn apart, it merely said that I am "a witness too", when I inquired if it was the 'Witness' or 'The Lucky One' as the previous ones had introduced themselves. I asked if we were kindred, and the communication ended there.
As an addendum, Apprentice Sekker is working on his own report on the Steel City as his own investigation ramps up. As the Lower Reaches are considered waste and chemical dumps - and far more downtrodden than where we encountered the Spawn, my working thesis is that while we found the creature...we were looking in the wrong place. Up in the crown, scrambling for roots. Its lair, its womb, nest - a ritual site like the one we found in the Volden bookstore, is likely tucked away within the lower levels we are yet to search in person. It would also align with what the creature on Rhelg resided by and seemingly made as its domicile in the swamp.
ATTACHED IMAGES AND HOLO-TEXT CONVERSATION TRANSCRIPT:
-Signed, Apprentice Emlar Racta.
