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Ykaterina Petrozsény – Katie Peterson

Oh for the love of God. What does it take to get these children to take things seriously? Zombies all over the place and nothing to stop that from standing out except an odd little Chinese man who has a trick or several up his shiny silk sleeves. Not that I'm not grateful to Chin, he's always been a dependable ally. The thing that really got to me was that these... infantile little snotlings thought it was somehow a good idea to leave town and not take care of the zombies wandering around the place first. As if there would have been a town left if we had done so. As if it's oh-so-easy to relocate a dozen or so survivors of a disaster where everyone dies and not attract a whole lot of attention to them. And hey, do they really know how far it is to find the next source of food? I doubt it. Is it more than ten days away? By foot, probably. Those fools in the Old Country didn't take the Black Plague too seriously either until they found out it spoiled our dinner for us, and by then it was too late. Sure enough, entire towns died and we 'paranormals' had to start moving West. I doubt these young ones get it, but we're starting to seriously run out of West to move into. Speaking of children, I'm going to have to keep an eye on that mortal occultist. I understand it wasn't his fault he nearly killed me in that damned mine, but up until now I wasn't certain he could. Now I know he could if he wanted to, and his wants overrode any usefulness he saw in me.

Nathaniel Elliot

Another bizarre item is buried under my workshop. It sucks in life force, killing anything touching it. If it gets a person, they become a zombie. Too bad those zombies won't listen to me. Many of the townsfolk were lost in the initial zombie assault, but thankfully the remainders were able to barricade themselves in and keep out of sight while we dealt with the problem. With the amount of strange events that happen in this town, it's a wonder anyone stays here. On a positive note, we were able to remove another cultist from the Earth, entombing him a mining claim outside of town. Better get back to work, there are bodies to be buried.

Ykaterina Petrozsény – Katie Peterson

I haven't seen a town this soaked in the occult since back in the Old Country. It is really quite disconcerting to see how many of our kind have congregated at a place of inexplicable but very strong power. I never expected to see a castle out in the middle of this god-forsaken wilderness. How that crazy fool managed to pull it off is beyond me. In any case, of course it didn't belong out here. Of course it was full of illusions, very dangerous illusions, and we still don't know what in the name of Eden happened to the horses or Nate's little helpers. Nor do I find myself so curious as to go back out there and find out. In any case, turns out that basement was, of course, an entryway into an underground temple to the Old Ones. Of course, because this town just gets more and more disturbing and dangerous every day lately. I can't believe we missed the trapdoor hidden under that lumber the first time in. We must be more thorough in the future, lest something catch us off-guard. Down into the pit of doom, so to speak, and of course what's to greet us but a vast room of worship, outfitted in all the creepiest of occult accouterments including a human sacrifice altar and a great big black hole diving to the furthest depths of the Earth. Fortunately John was able to see that the altar itself was a sort of trapdoor over a stairwell down into another room. That last room was by far the most threatening. Big black pits are creepy, a chamber so old it makes me feel like a mere infant is beyond intimidating. There were two guardians who seemed to have grown from the very material the stalactites were formed of, on either side of the doorway. At first they seemed nothing more than ancient sculpture. However, the tablet in the center of the chamber, along with Smith's notes and rubbings, were nothing less than a map to all points of power such as this across the entire globe. No wonder this town's been such a hotspot lately, with cultists running around worshiping the Old Ones and this... nexus of their power, and beyond all that, so much that Man Ought Not Know, period. In any case we lacked the tools it would have required to demolish the house ourselves. The best we could come up with was to dump that tablet into the pit and so at least remove it from human reach. As soon as we tried to take that tablet out of the room, those calcite guardians came to life and attacked us. For a minute there I was even concerned - how does one make a rock bleed? I was barely able to take control of one of them, and used it to destroy the other before commanding it to let us pass. So we went back up to the sacrifice chamber and tossed that tablet down into the pit. Turns out, that was the key to closing this particular gateway, and we had to tear out of there like the very hounds of hell to escape as the pit, chamber, basement, and the entire castle were turned inside out and swallowed up. Ran our asses off all the way back to town to beat the dawn and barely made it. I ventured back out there a couple of nights later. Whatever mark it left on the area was fading, in a few nights more it will be faded out entirely. That doesn't change the fact that there's a pit down there, or that the power behind it will find its way to the surface somewhere in this area again. The only real questions are where will it be, and how long will it take? In the meantime I'm sure we'll be plenty busy cleaning up the messes that were without a doubt spawned from that horrible temple and those idiotic human puppets. I swear, these damn humans never learn.

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