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The Spy Among Us... and Some Bounties!

       In the Thetford area a witch-hunt had been reported incited by villagers accusing one of our Watchers for cursing the townspeople of the local area and somehow knew of the magic behind the magnet telling others of their secrecy and evil magic practiced in hiding. Somehow the person knew most everything besides the fact that the Watchers were doing everything they could to prevent the Tickle, not spread it as they were suggesting. The Watcher had to run for her life as the mob grew unstable and dangerous. Typically the area was much more relaxed than others, one of the main hubs for hemp, skyflower, and uncommon cedar more commonly found there rather than other areas along with various swampy fish otherwise not seen in the rest of the below.
       The House of the Cock has been up to no good going about spreading lies about the Watchers of the Heavens Below with claims of evil magic and curses causing sickness everywhere while working with demons that allow them to work with the birds against humanity. The Oracle had a dream recently of pitchforks and a bonfire of crazed madmen rising up against the Watchers out of fear and superstition and she warned about how myths have been created before regarding their fear of those from the Heavens as if they were some sort of inhuman abomination with nothing but lies, deceit, and mischief. Many of these creatures spoken of no one had ever seen or had proof of but indicated that people were catching onto the Watchers and others holding back their secret knowledge of magnets.
       Henry the Bald had even gone into the length of using his own iron to make coins that shown the face of Goth, who was the most active and known among them among with others who had their faces stamped into the coins just like the ones used for currency but this payment was deadly. Posters and campfire stories began to appear everywhere of the Crones deadly powers and Goth's ominous nature with dealing of demons among acts of cannibalism. They meant business for real this time and his missing gems only made things worse.
       The imprisoned Watcher Foot who was responsible for helping us free the chickens never came out of the dungeon and it was rumored that he was tortured to death to get answers out of him but we were unsure and it was important to get a closer look somehow inside the city's prison. Although the contacts and reach of the Watchers was extensive and vast, they had many contacts which were city officials considered to be dear friends and trusted comrades but none actually worked inside the prison or was able to see the maximum security area only allowed to certain few. Recent troubles also rose regarding our insiders who worked there making it impossible for them to find out what had happened to our man.
        Luckily, every suspicious activity and every bad or unusual occurrence is kept on file in our guild hall regarding who was present with every unfortunate encounter, who the enemies were and so on and so forth, looking for any pattern or connection when it comes to our guild being led into a trap by a traitor or anything along those lines but there were no such dots to connect. Whoever it was has told a lot of people everything about us and is likely working with a network against us. We were unclear of the motives behind this, whether this has to do with the recent witch trials and hunts or not but we know that there was a traitor in our midst.
        Out of paranoia for her own life, her neighbors becoming outnumbered in the future by superstitious sick people who speak a different language, and with the help of her dreams or how the animals responded to her plans, the Oracle was able to come up with a way to detect anyone of ill intentions from sending telepathic echoes from the Below to the Above and then back to the Below again through a mixture of divination magic and logic. At the same time it would ensure that our members were dedicated to our cause and willing to risk their own neck for the good of all the Tribes of families depending on our success in protecting their homes.
        The Watcher with the most powerful Voice, known to be the main speaker for the guild among all of the heads, put together a series of tests and riddles for each and every member of the guild to solve and answer for determining the best path for their future and whether or not the person is capable of treachery of any kind against us. The only real problem was the time which it took to receive the echo back from the Oracle while with every person comes a very small risk as she opens a gateway that is far from natural to ever open by anyone and naturally forbidden to the living in the conscious world. The part of the mind she would be contacting for every person was the part which was aware of how, where, and when every person would be dying somewhere tucked away in the subconscious mind as layers of blindfolds would be removed in the dream world and while awake, one at a time until the final day would come and the person would somehow know as the dream became real while the last blindfold would be removed, perhaps help which would make it easier to let go and accept fate while seeing how it was ultimately done to the self by the self and for a purpose. Paying the price to be able to do this required her to know exactly how and when she would be dying herself in the future well before it happened, providing a potentially terrifying experience that ignorance normally saves every person from.
        One at a time, every Watcher among us no matter how trusted and already proven to be loyal, came to our island and undergone a series of riddles, answering questions which were sometimes something which could later be used as a test or take a glimpse into their future as well as educate them about much needed lessons to be able to survive in the Below, especially as a Watcher during these rough times!
         One by the name of the Mad Knill came in and selected his residence... settled in with some journals and things to get started and then without warning, grabbed some coins from people's nearby tents and fled off of the island after altering some of our paperwork! We were not given much of a warning and had no time to send his answers to the Oracle for his reading. A bounty has been placed on his head and so if you are able to defeat this person in combat and kill him, prove it and you will be rewarded 1 million! Whether you are in our guild or not!
        Meanwhile... back in Fort Sterling, some guilds by the name of Tortur, Recolteur, and Earth Crisis have scammed us with the altered papers while using their refining bench for crafting planks! Goth was promised a fair price for using the table but suddenly some guards surrounded her and demanded extra payment for several "fees" that they seemed to come up with out of nowhere! Being outnumbered and not even close to a faith match-up, Goth was forced to pay up! The Fort Sterling officials did not bother to do anything about it, some even taunting from the wall with waves to let her know that they were watching the whole thing! If anyone manages to kill Taamis, Tsengpo, and Pretre a reward of 1 Million will be given so long as the death has been proven and everything turns out legit! Predatz is the main culprit and if this person is slayed, the reward is doubled!

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