((Peter exits the Agartha portal to Greenfield, he finds himself underneath an enormous tree overlooking an Irish village. The day is usually hot, the sea air and fields mixing to create a usually earthy smell. Down the road and across from a from a farm is dirt road leading into heavily wooded area, next to it is a red steal sign with a skull and cross bones on it and warning about active cryptids in both Gallic and English.))
Jul 12, 2023, 6:36 AM
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Jul 12, 2023, 10:15 AM
Ireland, land filled with mystery and strife all shrouded in the color green. There was a hint of orange from the Protestant Scottish planters that were sent to replace the native Gaelic population by King William of Orange. This interplay between orange and green had caused several conflicts throughout the ages and most recently in the last century during a dark time called the troubles where guerrilla warfare erupted all throughout the island mainly in the North. In all this darkness and destruction though, there existed an even deeper darkness beyond the veil of normal human perception. Throughout the ages there have been stories supernatural and paranormal occurrences most commonly Saint Patrick using powers given to him by the Christian God to drive out all the evil snakes from the island. Most people would take stories like these as mere folklore, however; those in the secret world knew that there was extreme validity to these stories to the point that they actually may be 100% historically accurate.
Sartre held his assault rifle as he looked at the warning sign of cryptids. In common parlance, cryptids would be known as monsters. He was investigating those that had angered the candy witch and her cult.
He had always thought of the candy witch as a nice figure, every Halloween she would deliver candy to everyone including investigators of the secret world.
There had been a lot of candy lately in the piñatas of Agartha. But none were as good as what the candy witch produced.
He slowly made his way in the foreboding woods.
Jul 12, 2023, 11:51 AM
((Upon further entering the woods, peter finds a set of tracks, tracks the toes of which the toes and heels of which are checker, with swirling central pattern. However, the tracks seem to lead deeper in the forest at frantic and awkward pace. They do not seem to be the tracks of a highly trained assassin or expert hunter; they seem more like the frantic tracks of someone who was trying to keep from being seen but who had no idea how to remain hidden. Their gait also appears to be off; it seems like whoever made the tracks was kind of awkwardly waddling around on stilts, but the indentation is far too shallow for that.))
He carefully studied the tracks using anthropology. He thought from the looks of them that they were definitely from a human. Much taller like human rather than a leprechaun. One would figure they would see a leprechaun around these types of woods. Obviously whoever or whatever had made the tracks and footprints was not truly wishing to hide itself. He placed his rifle behind his back and pulled out his 9 mm handgun.
He guessed he was dealing with some sort of human with no supernatural powers.
Jul 14, 2023, 3:47 PM
(This is super fun!!!)
Jul 17, 2023, 6:55 PM
((As he examined the tracks he saw them leading into a nearby wooden shed that look as if hadnât been used in years, its windows broken and door taken off then hinges ages ago))
Jul 18, 2023, 6:29 AM
He took the time to sidestep, placing each foot in front of the other at an angle lifting each foot to the side before lightly placing them back down on the ground. This will prevent any scent free from hearing a crunching of leaves which could easily turn into a vicious firefight.
Thinking he only was dealing with one human, Sartre had switched to his pistol. It was the standard Glock 9 mm with no laser sights or any accessories. He figured he could easily place a shot using the iron sights located on the front of the weapon.
He approached the open door. He raised his pistol in a combative stance and turned looking into the darkened shed. He placed his flashlight under the Glock 9 mm. He scanned the room for any assailants.
Jul 18, 2023, 4:32 PM
((No one is found inside the shed, through there dose appear to be signs of some one passing through recently. A broken work bench in the corner looks like it was moved recently. Next to the door is a hanging nail on it appears be a bit of blue wool that got caught on it. Underneath the nail, is a plastic card, the reads âgive a Costa coffee, 20 eurosâ. Near the back of the shed is a small hole in the wall large enough for human to pass through on the other side of the hole the track continue deeper into the woods.))
Jul 22, 2023, 6:55 AM
He picked up the Costa Coffee card and deduced that it was from somewhere in the European Union. He looked on the back for some sort of serial number that he could cross reference. He would then put on a pair of gloves and slide the card into a small evidence bag. With the blue thread that was found, he picked it up with a set of forensic tweezers and slid it into an evidence bag as well. He decided to use his phone to ring the illuminati computer tech Cassini about the coffee shop card and then decided that the strand of clothing could be analyzed by Zurn. He had not spoken much to either of them in almost 12 years
After sending the information he made his way down the path into the woods.
Jul 23, 2023, 3:58 PM
((On the back of the card, peter finds account number, indicating that itâs a prepaid gift that can be associated with the punchers âpoints accountâ. As he made his way down the path, he finds the tracks leading back out of the woods and down towards paved road that leading to train station. He then receives a ping on his phone, the card was purchased by Anastasia Kovalenko a low level Templar account who moved to Port Marnock from Kiev approximately a year ago. The analysis of the blue fiber determined that it was made of wool and appears to belong to a girlsâ uniform for the OâConnell Academy a secondary school in the Suburbs of Dublin. The tracks lead to the sidewalk where they stop at the stair leading down to the train station.))
The way you blend folklore with a modern investigation is fascinating. It almost feels like a parallel to the themes in Surah Al-Waqiah surah-al-waqiah. com, where the hidden and revealed worlds converge. The clues and tracks youâve detailed really add depth to the narrative. Iâm eager to see how Sartreâs journey unfolds. Keep up the excellent work!