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Vivian Crux's Journal
Chained Lunatic
Downtime
An, Incident
You had a incident, after meeting the nighthawks, you, went to see Niel, something about a ritual you wanted to do, it was risky. Niel didn't want to help. You agreed to be taught how to do a ritual properly, learn what it meant to be a ritualist, and it. Did not go well, at first, it was normal, Niel had helped you learn what you needed to chant to sanctify a dagger, how to light the candles, but, as soon as you began to chant for practice. Something, Something happened, you still weren't sure what.
But the next thing you knew, you were on the floor, in a weak and pathetic state, blood still dribbling out from your eyes, ears, mouth and nose, Niel was above you, trying to wake you desperately, forcing you to drink some fluid, or potion. You still weren't sure. He was concerned? You, were admittedly delirious at the time, but remembering back on it..it was a voice, something that spoke and you could FEEL it, eyelashless eyes, staring at you, curious, the voice whispering of madness, the truth and all knowledge.
Resting your head back on the desk you sigh, you, didn't want to think about this anymore. You would give it a break, maybe report to the captain tomorrow morning.
Crescendo of a Puppet
Downtime
Meeting Lavenus, the Swindler.
You had met a swindler, the next sequence in your potion pathway, they were, interesting. They feared you, and yet they showed a coldness in their eyes that made you shiver. It was clear they were experienced in some capacity at controlling their emotions. Something that would be granted to you, through consuming the next potion, perhaps?
There was, other issues with getting involved with them however, such as them claiming you were close to rampaging at any given moment, but that was a lie, you felt fine. You WERE fine, right? Sure, the shadows were getting deeper every day, but they never hurt you, they never made you feel out of control, if anything they felt at home.
There was, someone else, a oracle or diviner, someone who found Lavenus for you, A monocle, black hair, yellow and black clothing with a veil covering their face.
You did not trust them, but they provided good information, and a coin, one with what seemed like an incantation for a deity?
Once more, the mysticism draws you ever closer, you are not sure when it will be too late too pull out, perhaps you have crossed that threshold already.
Phasmophobia
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).