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[color=3eb489]Event:[/color] Mandelein Castle
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[color=dimgray][indent]Ymiico and the rest of the group had finished their mission in the forest. She had finally come out the other side slightly unscathed along with the help of Casii and Ismette. While the rest of the congregation continued on with some sort of raid, Ymiico gelt unsatisfied with the politics and mystery that shrouded the town and the castle specifically. She would be no use to the raiding party with so little moons out in the sky. Instead, she would use her gifts of subterfuge and stealth to infiltrate the church to look for some leads to put her mind to rest. There was no time for her to wait for the sun to set and aid in her search, so she slipped in with the sun at her back.

There was construction going in and out of the tabernacle as it was not the holy day, so this served as good as any time for them to go to work on the dilapidated building of worship. Any long shadows casted by the building’s rough edges and the position of the sun aided her in her espionage. There were moments where she almost walked in the direct pathway of the construction workers, on the very precipice of having to resort to violence, omitting murder from her schedule of things to do here. Ymiico was not above murdering an innocent, but they had done nothing to her like those who still existed in peace within the walls of Nikan. 

Clearing her mind of her past once again she hopped, skipped, and lept up walls, scaling them until she could get to a hidden corner and enter through the empty space created to manicure the bell that rung deep and powerfully when prayer was in session. Slipping past the bell and down the ladder provided she could make out the layout of the pews and confessionals with the podium serving as the helm in which the leader leads the masses in prayer. From what she learned of Ersandinese history, all of their pillaging centered around the podium and what was underneath the table that sat directly behind the podium which housed the watered-down wine and wheat products. 

Descending down silently like an owl retrieving its pray, Ymiico touched down and began to work immediately with what limited time she had. There was no treasure under the tabernacle, but a case of stairs that lead down into bleating darkness. Ymiico against her better judgement, followed the shaky steps until she found solid footing once more. She lit a lantern she found hooked on a beam and lit it with a flame of her finger. Illuminating in yellow light was a room filled with old portraits that have been sealed for preservation. Some of lords, some of priests. They're signed by different artists, but all have an insignia of a now defunct artist guild in Kerremand called Weißer Felsen. Dubosque's portrait isn't there, nor his predecessor's, but the most recent has a particularly ornate look to it, as if everything was paid in extra. It was made around fifty years ago, "Herr Müller" it is titled. These can likely be sold at a very high price if stolen.

A corridor connected her to Dubosque’s room. Nothing more than his personal records and recollections at first. The records tell of the downfall in the town's economy starting fifty years ago, witnessed by the current Priest's predecessor. However even before that there are a few passages involving Herr Müller's moving of a considerable amount of goods just before his early retirement. Church envoys were also present at that time, but little information on their whereabouts or the results of their inquest are found. Supposedly, they hadn't made a report to the Holy See a year into their deep investigation. More recent records show a sudden surge in supplies just a few months ago where they had been struggling for years prior. The origins are not marked.

Dubosque's recollections describe the arrival of not a beast, but a wicked man that brought nothing but a Blight as Caldores came about. He was once thought as a friend, but became the monster the Beast of Mandelein was once meant to repulse. Very vague wording is used, likely to protect whoever may find this. However, he makes a final remark on the Hunting Lodge in the Forest containing the answers, should his brother find this. With nothing more for her down below the tabernacle, it was time for her to move on to the lodge and confront anyone if she had to. Returning everything to its original condition she bowed out once more and headed for the lodge, this time with less of a precaution of alarming the masses. Entering the lodge, she found no one, the state of the lodge proved otherwise with the bed being undone and the cupboards stocked with food for weeks. 

Once more she searched and searched finding yet another passageway that led her underground. Once more she traveled down into the hidden cellar looking for answers. Vials adorned the space with revelations of what Kaspar had found just before. Her eyes shifted to a folded piece of paper, once unraveled showed yesterday’s date. Her eyes moved in a cadence from left to right following the sentences from start to end on line after line. A shiver of discovery prodded through her with a chill, the note had revealed the numbers related to the number of Wildbloods downed the day prior, the number of injured, and the number of students present, with a '+2'. Along with it is a black sheet of paper, with the bottom pre-signed 'Viktor Strauss'. Her mind went into a frenzy trying to connect the dots and make sense of all she had read. What she couldn’t make sense of due to the language barrier was causing her to doubt the simplicity of what was written. Just as she was about to turn tail and run her vision went black and her body crumpled like paper to the floor. 
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