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The Crimson Affair

The Crimson Affair This is the field report of Agent Darren Days, B-Class Field Agent for the Diogenes Organization. I was deployed on site with my partner, Eric Fields. We arrived at the estate of Professor Arthur Testa at exactly eight o’clock on Monday night. One of our dispatchers had told us to go, by car, and make contact with two other agents that had been sent to investigate the grounds two hours prior. When we got there we did find the vehicle of the two other agents, even noting that the front door of Testa’s estate was broken open, like someone had pushed it down with great force. Heavy rain began to fall once we drove through the gates, onto the grounds. Testa’s estate was located past this long highway, along with this stretch of hills that took us deep into the forest at the base of these mountains. Making our way into the home, Eric and I had immediately noticed signs of a great struggle. There were tables knocked over, shattered windows and a trail ...
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The Stalking Man

In this world there exists primeval evil. There a darkness to each person, and a desire to commit terrible acts either out of pleasure, or curiosity. Due to the concept of evil we can imagine the extremes of this nature. We can take into account those things which drive people to do them. We can ponder the outcomes such actions leave and imprint on the world and people they are visited upon. But no one can ever estimate the lengths to which some men will go to ensure evil is done, and let chaos and hatred rule the day. These men are always to be feared. My name is Daniel Bucket, and I am thirty eight years old. From the time I was twenty-six, up til’ now, there has been a man trying to kill me. Not just that, but a few times he’s almost succeeded. I don’t know why he hates me. I don’t know why he does what he does. He’s just a force of hate and malice that I know won’t rest until I’m in the ground. I grew up in Starke, Florida, the son of a man who owned a hardware store and ...
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DJORN - Beasts of Aquila

Some say he was a king, others tell tales of him coming from Hell. When I knew him he was a priest. Before that, a pirate. I guess it never really mattered where he came from, or what he looked like. In the end he was always there. A new face, a different voice, but the same will. Even if he didn’t know who he was, the eternals of the world did. These incarnations of the man, we believed, started back at the beginning of time. None of us knew how it was going to end, or if it even could. I’m sure he didn’t mind. The year was 1343, and the black plague ravished Europe. Though there existed the spreading influence of the church, the dead and the dying did little to offer their faith to the powers of light and, in their final moments, condemn the evils of their world. Hopelessness ruled the day and as goodness faded from across the globe there rode a man from the east, carrying the devil on his back and promising compromise.  Once a holy man from the shadowed valleys of the ...
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Shaw-Shoggoth

“The eye behind the stars watched the crying world with indifference.” Upon the crust there moved primordial shapes. These blackened things of long ago slumped down rocks, wrapped around plants and singed the dusty stones of shattered plates across the landscape. The planet had opened, and from the top of these natural cliffs poured the saliva of thousand year old evils. As these poisons sunk into the earth, the molten core of fire and light grew to be toxic and green over time. From space orbiting forces could make out that the fire on the surface of the earth was no longer red or yellow. The flames of this world were forever tainted, tarnishing the globe in shades of black and green. It was the shapes from space that had brought the planet to this state. On the day the planet's aligned the new order had created itself. From the farthest reaches of nothingness there came the awakening of primeval races, all looking to one location to call home. However, these forces w...
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The Origins of Irescot

1 There lived a man by the name of Diamaraigh. Bhí Diamaraigh ina chónaí air fear. 2 Diamaraigh lived alone and in grassy fields of the Land of Glaslasair. Bhí Diamaraigh ina gcónaí ina n-aonar agus i réimsí féar Talamh Glaslasair. 3 He was the mortal who created the twelve gods. Ba é an mortal a chruthaigh na déag déag. 4 In a field he used the elements of the earth and the air to create these entities that were greater than himself. I réimse, d'úsáid sé eilimintí an domhain agus an aer chun na heintitis sin a chruthú níos mó ná é féin. 5 Diamaraigh created three sets of gods and each held four within their respective circle. Chruthaigh Diamaraigh trí shraith de dhia agus bhí ceithre cinn acu laistigh dá gciorcal faoi seach. 6 The first group of gods were the Fhírinní, or the Truths. Ba é an Fhírinní, nó na Fírinne, an chéad ghrúpa déithe. 7 This was the circle of supreme good. Ba é seo an ciorcal de uachtaracha maith. 8 Aingealtine was t...
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