Harvest Moon, 1787.
Journal Entry 1
This harvest moon has been has been quiet. The festivals have been untouched by the Fawnus. There were only two incidents where a Jackle was seen near the fence. It was dealt with quickly by a separate team.
It was a quiet night, besides my team making noise. The hunting was non-exsistant. It was more of a guard or security detail than anything.
The moon had a light covering of clouds over it, never giving a full picture. Everything was going smooth until we had gotten reports of howling, and one or two teams missing. This was not at all concerning because it is a festival, and a full moon at that. Being this is a festival, we had had a few things to drink, which later would turn out to be foolish for the five of us to do.
A blood curdling screech was heard from the center of the festival... Something got though the fence and was here. Screams and panic were abundant. All five teams bolted to the sighting of the screech. My eyes widened, and my heart moved to my throat. A "Nightmare" was here, my team and I in a slightly drunken state.
Screeches and screams filled my ears... I drew my short sword rushing off while my team followed me. We were on it's flank, and it was unaware of our presence. We closed in on it and I thrust my sword into it's leg, slicing it through, severing it's achilles tendon. It reacted with lightning speed,swinging one claw to me. I ducked and rolled out of it's trojectory, instead my teammate took the full strike. Cleaved in two, her still conscious torso gasped for air, and she screamed as her intestines spilled out of the rib cage.
It let out a shriek, and scooped her still breathing and screaming half into it's mouth, not killing her the rest of the way. It swung at me and I swiped it's arm with my sword, severing part of it's hand, but getting knocked back around a hundred feet, knocking me unconscious.
I awoke with part of it's claw embedded in my shoulder, and my blade being bent and snapped. Looking around, I saw nothing but death... bodies ripped apart... and members of the city card, and what looked like survivors of the attack searching for anyone alive at all. I slowly climbed to my feet, holding my shoulder, and still gripping my sword in my bloodied hand. They saw me, and one of the survivors ran and caught me before I could collapse. The next thing I remember is waking up in this bed back at the brotherhood safe house.
