The Carrion's Craft

Epilogue

The Soul Snatcher In Custody!

Today on the 3rd of June, the leader of the Far-seer's Party and prime suspect in the Soul Snatcher murders, Elisa Stragard was confirmed as Haul Crio's first serial killer. Earlier this day, the Wild Hunt raided the Heiress' gated home in Sun's Height and found undeniable evidence of the psychopath's secret identity. 

Deep inside of the Stragard estate's cellar, a walk-in freezer was discovered to contain an array of eyes - more than the confirmed number of victims under the Vampire's belt. A full inquiry will be held by the inquisitors of the Wild Hunt and a conclusive answer will be granted as soon as possible.

As of right now, no comment has been given from Reginald, the accused's husband, although the couple's daughter, Claudia, and their butler have seemingly fled to a holiday retreat...

Two men wandered out of the Firelight Inn, one nodded to the other, suspicious to the situation until the other wandered off, allowing them to slam the door shut. With the shattering sound, the will of the Wisp was crushed. He was alone, left bloody and scarred by the events of the day. His only company within the crow lasted a minute longer, for he was ordered to let the household know of the events that transpired. Iric had to give flight.

With a heavy sigh, Fethis went in the opposite direction. There was too much on his mind, and a long walk was precisely what he needed. Hours passed numbingly, and only when his legs ached and his chest tightened, did he stop. He was on one of the higher levels of the city, standing upon a bridge that overlooked the western Mud Realm. There was a peculiar beauty that came with the city's nightlife. Vibrant greens, blues, reds and yellows streaked the landscape, snaking up and down the far-reaching buildings like Christmas lights. 

Local Pharmaceutical Raid

A press conference was held by the Chief Predator, Gwion Hovis, who called into question the waging pandemic of medicinal products after shots were fired inside of an apartment complex within the heart of the city. The resulting conflict led to the tragic death of an ex-Inquisitor, Drenin Arbonitch. Mr. Arbonitch was described as a model Hunter by his colleagues, and even after his marred reputation, he always sought to redeem himself. His old partner Gangerren notably smiled at the thought that his partner never stopped being a detective and would have most certainly attempted to apprehend the black market pharmacist operating next door to his home.

Such a tale was heart warming to hear, and I would dare say symbolises everything this city represents; Goodness, hardship, failure and redemption. His story was one of struggle and no matter what, he found the truth and protected us from the criminal element around us. 

I implore all of you reading this, to be like Mr. Arbonitch. Do not let your mistakes define you, do not let your peers stray away from justice, and always strive for a better a tomorrow...

"Mr Iriuin?" The soft voice of Freja spoke to him from the adjacent side of the bridge.

"You're not planning on throwing me off, are you?" The Inquisitor's voice was husky and filled with defeat. 

"Why would I do that?" She asked. The kingpin stepped forward and took a post beside him. Producing her pipe, she struck a match with a crisp flick of her hand and lit her chosen pass-time. 

A deep sigh huffed out of his mouth, "They pushed me..." He murmured weakly.

The Blight dealer gave him a knowing look. Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, she hummed, "You wanna talk about it?" She asked, holding out her pipe for the Wisp.

A New Inquisitor Joins the Ranks

On the eve of Mayor Hart's fourth term in office, the Wild Hunt's Inquisitorial Office were proud to share some much positive news. With Superintendent Gangerren Evineer personally bestowing a badge of office onto their latest recruit, Fethis Iriuin, who has been described as a bright and promising addition to the Wild Hunt's rank and file. We congratulate the young man for accomplishing such a feat, and wish him a successful career in protecting our fair city...

Heavy eyes looked over the smoking pipe, over the delightful aroma and the delicate hand that held the piece with an adept grip. "Please." He said, taking it in his bloody hand.

The two of them stayed there for a while, sombrely talking about the past. A single plume of smoke rose up between them, stretching out into the air. It was not alone. A thousand stacks of grey smoke climbed up and morphed into a single cloud over the city's skyline, from factories to households, and wayward spirits on the street. They were not too dissimilar to themselves. The two of them blended in amongst the thousand pillars of fake joy.

A plague of their own creation festered, and the entire city was at its mercy.