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 | Subject: Declassified Document - "Outcast"  Sat Jun 09, 2018 9:32 pm | |
| In this world, any territory outside the walls of the Patrons is Outcast territory. Outcasts are monsters, fully and entirely. They are a devoid existence with a purpose of retrieval. They take human beings, be they living or dead, and vanish into the unknown. After a year, it is still anyone's guess as to what they do with those they capture or drag away. To them, it doesn't matter, but a dead body is easier to transport than a live one. They understand this. They are intelligent creatures with the capacity to learn, as seen by the experiments performed on the only living specimen in captivity. As fate would have it, the Outcasts are martyrs. Upon realizing their capture, they perform a form of self-immolation with black flames that roast them to nothing. Their next to breakable skeletal structure chips away like dust and they are dead in moments. Only one creature has yet to do this. Why? From what we can tell, they are incredibly durable. Slicing, burning, freezing, shocking, and stripping their flesh is ineffective. It grows back like a fungus nearly instantly and appears to be painless. The only currently known way of slaying them is by crushing their bone structure. If their "spine" or "skull" is smashed, it triggers the black flame immolation and they crumble away. However, this skeleton is extremely durable, capable of taking force similar to that of a high way car crash. They are hard to kill. They are territorial. They are aggressive. As of now, this is all that is known about their behavior as creatures. Records seem to indicate variations to these monsters, but they are more myth than fact. Only one conclusive sighting has been proven regarding a "variation" of an Outcast. We've dubbed it a Cloaked, after the black, smokey garb over their body. Outcast: A monster that roams the planet. Do not engage alone, as they are pack animals. One is typically handled alone, but two has proven to be more than a match for even humanity's greatest fighters. They are intelligent and can learn, very hard to kill. Cloaked: A variation of an Outcast with a black, smokey-like cape. Their eyes are gray rather than black and are said to be vastly superior to Outcasts. Do not engage under any circumstances, regardless of number. ???: Myths and stories that have somehow traveled between both Guardians and Crusaders, despite virtually zero contact. - Below is the first recorded instance of an encounter with the Outcasts. As more files are declassified, they will be posted here. - - Expedition Log - Head Frontier Manager Javier:
"She first called them “ a group of “outcasts” when we found them by the sea that day. To me, they looked like monsters from a Stephen King novel. Creepy. Raven black flesh covered in light gray gash marks, sending the impression of gnarled scar tissue. Their hands and feet were clawed like a beast’s, webbed digits and shrunken bodies acted as a nearly skeletal frame. Most discerning of all was the face. They didn’t have a mouth at all, as if the devil had forgotten about it when putting these things together. In some ways, it would have been better to see a gaping maw of razor sharp teeth.. at least that way we would know what these things do. Not to mention those black marbles they have as eyes, it was like staring into the eyes of a man long dead.
Eight or nine of them perched around the edges of the cliff side as if standing watch like a murder of crows on roadkill. Thankfully, nobody was close to the unfortunate soul who would serve as the behavioral trigger for these monsters. The corpse at their feet was unfamiliar, but he was dressed in our uniform according to the Patron.
Perhaps it was due to Fetelau’s presence, but the “outcasts” largely ignored my group as long as we stayed a healthy distance away. If there was only one thing I could remember from that day, it would be a tie between the stench of a weeks old rotting corpse, and the sense of total emptiness we all felt when looking into those black, reflective marbles that never blinked.
At that time, the world was still fresh out of the apocalypse oven. We had gained magical powers straight out of my daughter’s comic books and everyone felt like Superman. I did, too, at first. I wasn’t the oldest in our group but Fetelau appointed me as head. Perhaps I felt the need to show off to our Patron, or maybe I wanted to live up to any expectations my group had of me. I wanted to kill them.
We retreated for now at her behest. I'm going to try and convince the Patron to let us take those things out, lest they find their way back to Giza. She seems on the fence, but I wholly expect us to take action by tomorrow at dawn. If those things are still there, we'll remove them.
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Side note.. Just before we turned to head back to base camp, I thought I saw one of them sniff the corpse of that dead scout. But, it just sat there with its head on the body, staying motionless. What was it doing?"
Log record #57 - Javier Perez (41) Status: Missing. Following log record - N/A
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