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Cleric Journal: Day Two

DearFatherMulcahy

 

Rain today. Like a cow pissing on a flat rock, or so Brother Durham always said. I’m glad I warned you about the door to the lower level. That could’ve been a disaster, eh?

By midday I ventured out despite the rain. No locals yet. All praise to Semaunya (may her scales always remain moist), but this swamp is a misery. I am sure that it will bring me closer to enlightenment and allow me to see what she sees, but the biting flies are not nearly as fun as the enlightenment I found with Sister Agnes.

I have a new problem to contend with. While the water is fairly murky I have come across the remains of dozens of people who died here in the swamp. Many of them wore holy symbols of our order, which is quite unsettling. Were you aware of groups of our brothers and sisters somehow ending up in the swamp with their hands and feet bound?  Was there a more advanced ritual than the one Sister Edna and I tried a few times.  She liked it, but I felt the ropes chafed too much.  I know, I’m just a novice and with practice it would get better.  Too bad she had to go and get crushed to death.  Sister Agnes did not like the binding ritual, which is just as well.

You’ll be happy to know that old mace I brought along came in handy after all.  As I was examining the remains of our fallen brethren several of them rose from the swamp and attacked me.

To say I was startled would be an understatement. First off, eww. They were gross. I mean, they’d been under that water for a long time. I don’t know what their beef was with me, but I had to take drastic measures to put them out of their misery. Luckily for me, they were hampered by the ropes, but the image of several rotted corpses and a few older skeletons rising up to seek some sort of retribution really hacked me off. I only wanted to give them their final blessing and see that Semaunya (may she be nourished by the flesh of her enemies) took them into her scaly bosom.

Jerks.

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