Lore: Through the Eyes of a Merchant

Through the Eyes of a Merchant; A public record of  a peasants encounter with a "Horror"

I now write of my talk with local Trader Johanas, He gave no surname, I assume he hasn't one. Not strange for us current generation Gleshmerians as most families of the past ages were killed during the hell that was the "Fall of Ythr" a concept I'm sure most of you still, no doubt, have no real knowledge of. A tale perhaps weaved by the "Leaders" of our "Fair Nation," perhaps? To prompt a exodus to some new land, who really believes in these twisting horrors of god like proportions? Of course wizards and spell weavers knock about, and the usual beasts and undead, but those are just part of life. Things the gods left behind I figure. But beings just like the old gods still living? and some say there might even have been creatures of the like just around the mountain bend to Luthericburg? Right and I'm bonified Indagator!

I didn't pen this record however because I wanted to blow hard on nutter theories of risen gods and demons. No I have here a tale from a first hand account from a regular folk about some "Horror." I'll let you fair reader choose whether or not you believe this tale.

Midweek We sit outside the Guild Hall having lunch.

Author: "So, Mister..Johanas? Can you describe to me exactly what it was you experienced?"

Johanas: "Reckon so, though some details might cause the faint o'heart shake wilder than wet dog."

(A): "Yes...well please, despite the ambiguous heartedness of the potential reader I ask you spare no detail." 

(J): "Alright, don't say I didn't warn ya!" He interrupts himself to slap his knee as if he had said a joke(?) "Well there I was walking back from the village over yonder." He interrupts himself again to explain that he doesn't mean Yonder as in a Half-Folk village, but simply one of the River Kingdom villages. "Anywho! I was creeping along trying to avoid them dark fellers, when I happened upon a wagon what had been over turned, all sideways like. Boy howdy! Was it a hell of a mess, blood was everywhere! The driver torn right in half by something fierce!" He pauses for a moment his eyes glazing over for a moment, he stares off into the distance for a minute or so. 

(A): "Johanas? Are you OK?" I placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him, in moments he was back to telling the story.

(J): "Of course why wouldn't I be?" He seemed to not be aware he drifted off, rather or not this was an act, I can't say. "Well since my old days as a town guard in the Wave core, BY THE CRESTING WAVES OF THE RIVER!...Sorry, well since them old days I can't help but get myself into to trouble when people might be hurting, so I trotted along following this trail of blood i found leading away form the site." He tears up and begins to cry, tears rolling from his eyes as he describes what next he finds. "There is was some mound of bodies twitching limbs and such, the top half of the driver, from the wagon sat atop it. H-he...he was screaming, how can a dead man scream? He weren't undead ner nothing just dead dead."  As he goes on he speech patterns speed up and become worried he looked with darting eyes over his shoulders as he continues. "I don't know what it was but it was wearing them people, like you or I would wear a coat and breeches, b-but they was still moving, squirming. Screaming. Whatever it was looked me in the eyes a-a-a-a-nd..." At this point he breaks down completely. 

(A): "I don't mean to press, but how did this encounter end Johanas, It sounds to me like you should be dead having encountered such a creature." I try my best to comfort him. 

(J): "I don't know why, but it let me leave, but before it did...It spoke to me I think?" He stares once more into the distance. 

(A): "Please Johanas, could you tell me what it said? or sounded like?" After a few minutes his attention returns. 
(J): His head turns to me for only a moment before he returned to staring into the distance, It's at this time I notice he has been staring at the same spot each time. "Wx."


Johanas never spoke up in regards to other questions, never even responded. He hasn't even moved from that exact spot since our talk, he just sits there each day and night. I can't say if this is an act or not, if so he is rather committed. One thing I am sure of is however, if you approach him you can hear him speak, the same word I heard him say last that day. Wx.