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Lucan Morvayn's Journal
Frozen Sawlid
Downtime
Aftermath of the tundra: A Brilliant Discovery!
After my rather chilling experience in the Syberian tundra, I resumed my day-to-day work at the church. I was doing a routine cleaning of some of the runes of the ruin under the church when something cought my eye. In the corner of my eye, I spotted a small silvery shimmer of kind of object, illuminated by a slight glow, as if it was calling to me! I rushed over and carefully dug the object out of the ground, revealing a small silver ring. I dusted the ring off to find it covered in the same runes and inscriptions that lined the structure around me. Carefully, I slipped the ring onto my finger, and was shocked at how well it fit. It was like the ring had been fitted to my finger! As I equipped the ring, I felt that I had an intuitive understanding that the ring could be used to make form a protective barrier around anyone touched by it. I believe that this discovery will be extremely useful in the fututre.
Where's my Water?
Downtime
Cooling off
After my escapade in the desert, I took some time to cool off and collect my thoughts. I tried my best to go about my days normally, but something wasn't the same. Why did I keep getting trasported to these bizarre situations? How was I getting there? I had many more questions than answers. I looked through some of the books within my church's library trying to find something that could explain what was happening, but I found nothing. In the midst of this, I recieved a package in the mail. Within it was a coat like no other I had seen before. The fabric was mystifing, a black weave of a fabric I'd never seen before. I figured whoever or whatever was sending me on these missions had sent it as a reward .I decided to put the coat on, and to my suprise it fit perfectly. Apon donning the coat, I felt myself more agile than normal. Something about the coat allowed me to dash forth with a supernatural speed, almost instantly dashing nearly 60 feet forwards. I suppose if this is the reward for my troubles, maybe it's best I don't question where they come from.
The Sons of Salem
We swear to secure our people against the wickedness and evil of the invisible world.
We swear to aid the afflicted.
We swear to stay ever vigilant and seek out the abominable witchcrafts committed in this country.
We humbly pray to be blessed by God to hold all those who consort with the Devil accountable. Amen
—Opening and closing prayer for Sons of Salem meetings.
The Sons of Salem is a loosely-organized conservative populist movement in the United States that preaches violent opposition to anything they perceive as witchcraft, demonic, or monstrous.
Blowhard podcaster Ted Gundy and former general of the mercenary group “Hognose,” Roland Rush, founded the movement in 2010 after a series of violent werewolf attacks and unexplained, supernatural murders in Tennessee. Memberships grew quickly, stoked by Ted’s fiery doomsday rhetoric on his podcast "Truth Seekers" and the aspiration of the masculine power embodied by Roland.
Although they speak of duty, honor, and maintaining the “natural order” of things, the Sons of Salem are driven by fear. They collect guns and appear at protests en-masse as a way of easing the all-consuming terror of their powerlessness. At the same time, they have conditioned themselves to respond to fear with “strength” (read: violence).