In his final moments Darc saw what Lenny saw. He was just moving some props around the back when her heard a struggle. Lenny barely had time to even ask what happened when suddenly men in yellow cloaks surrounded him and the other actors and stage hands. Some of the stronger men tried to fight, but were easily killed. Those who tried to fight or run were killed almost instantly. Those who surrendered were tied up with ropes, some forced into strange outfits the strangers pulled from the costume room. And that’s when the slaughter began. One by one the others were killed in various gruesome methods, either by slit throats, stabbings, or other methods that Lenny didn’t have the stomach to watch. But he’d hear it. Their choked screams and cries for mercy.

Soon it came to Lenny and some of the others. There didn’t seem to be any purpose for why these people were chosen; Lenny himself didn’t even have an acting role yet. Then he felt something sharp enter his body. He didn’t know at first but a few seconds later the agonizing pain wracked his body as he was barely able to look and see he had been impaled by rebar spikes. Between the pain and tears however Lenny did see something, something that Darc needed if he wanted to find out who did this.

Lenny saw a man, a sophisticated looking man. Perhaps in his early forties, black hair, grey eyes, trim goatee. A face that Lenny didn’t recognize but Darc saw enough that he’d be able to try and match it to the OIA database later. He heard the man say that their work was done, that they needed to head to the chapel and help their other “brothers” there. Once they were finished there was only one more thing left to do before their lord was back. Lenny tried to hold out for longer but the wounds he sustained were killing him quickly. The last thing he saw was one of the other actors who managed to crawl out before any of the others noticed him. And with him, the prayers that someone will stop this madness. And with that everything turned black.

In the span of that one second Darc gained this information and immediately brought up his pad to store the information into his database. Accessing his digital spellbook he stored Lenny’s memories within and uploaded the data to the OIA cloud storage. Once he gets back to base he’ll be able to break down and process this information individually. Lenny was diligent in using his dying moments to give Darc as much info as he could, though it wasn’t fool proof. Lenny was a regular human and there’s a good chance that the man he saw might’ve been in a mortal disguise like Darc is right now. His fear and horror also would warp Lenny’s perception of reality so that was something else Darc would need to process through. But it was evidence nonetheless. Better than nothing.

[color=silver]”They have one more ritual before they’re ready to summon their dread lord, or whoever it is that caused them to do this.”[/color] Darc said outloud as he took pictures of Lenny and the others on the stage. [color=silver]”Men in yellow cloaks did this to them. Guessing it might have to do with the King in Yellow from the old stories. Some harbinger of misfortune or some such, I’m not familiar with the elder mythos. In any case they have a chapel too. And more importantly, I have a face to look for.”[/color] Darc pulled up the image of the man that Lenny saw, showing it to the others. Hopefully they might recognize it. Even if they didn’t Darc will make sure to have his familiars know this face so they can either find information or even better, find him.

[color=silver]”Recognise it?”[/color]