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 Bio: After going through the records that where delivered by a mysterious courier the other day, I discovered another file on a man that I knew only as a myth. This man’s story was another one told to me by my grandparents and I remember as a child being lost in the tales my elders would spin of this man known simply as Jurassic and his haunting tale of boldness, bravery and yet the darker side of humanity. As a child I couldn’t fathom the morality behind the actions of Jurassic and what exactly he was doing. I just took to the story and started to envision this man as some sort of super hero, tomb raider and mighty explorer like the hero’s I would see on the silver screen. Though as I got older I would begin to rationalize what this man was doing and think deeper into the stories I was told, I would come to understand that Jurassic was more then just the hero that I thought he was and he had a much deeper and darker side that inspire me to look deeper into both the legend and the man. Jurassic might be a story spun by the elders at bars, family parties and around camp fires, but this man’s tale is a the story of the balance between good and evil. His legend speaks volumes about how one man can be a keeper of the balance and how darkness lurks deep within all of us. You either die a hero, or live to become the villain and when it comes to Jurassic this is the case, he sways between being the hero and villain depending on who is telling the tale and how you interpret the actions of Jurassic.

          I have always been inspired by the legend and the myth that lingers around this man, so when I discovered the files hidden deep within the data file I received. I felt that I had to share the legend known as Jurassic with the people and let each and everyone of my readers learn more about this man. I know that depending on your political stance and morale clarity the thing that I will report on might offend or upset some, but please understand that Jurassic is a man of balance and a man from an era long gone. If he even still lives, is unknown since most of the tales come from a time long before the technology and magic came to be to grant eternal life. Though as for many of the legends that have been reported on have as well proven that something strange has been going on throughout the years, and the aspects of life spans, and immortality have been blurred throughout the ages. So without any further ado, I will bring you the story of the man, the myth and the legend known as Jurassic.

         As the tale goes Dr. Paul Kliegerman is from Germany, and it is assumed he was born sometime after the Second World War within East Berlin. Though again this is only a rumour and their are those that feel this man was born much earlier and actually hails from Poland. Though what we do know is that he eventually emigrated to Great Britain and eventually America. Though before he would come of age and leave his birth home and become the legend, he was exposed to the great horrors of the world during the Second World. I know that I spoke that he was born post the war, but I believe the tales that speak of this man being much older and so thats what I will report on. More accounts on this man, come from just before the Great War. I understand things get a little confusing when your dealing with an urban legend, so please bare with me as I try to make sense of this man of mystery.

           Now back to the story, it is said that Jurassic was orphaned during the Great War, with his parents being killed by an German assault on his home in Warsaw and would leave this young child to fend for himself in a cold and dark world. He would be forced to live on the streets, steal and even kill just to stay alive, with every day being a struggle to survive. Though through strength and perseverance not only would he survive he would excel and become a very street smart and strong child. He survived by his wits and his superior intellect, though eventually Jurassic would be caught stealing bread from a local baker in Warsaw and instead of turning him over to the authorities. The baker would offer the cold, tired an hungry child a chance to redeem himself, this is when Jurassic would be brought of the streets and given a home, a warm bed and meal for the first time in many years that he didn’t have to steal, beg or kill for the basic of human liberties. The exact time of when he would be brought into this man’s family is unknown but it is assumed to be some point between the two world wars. Jurassic eventually would become welcomed into the bakers home and become part of the family, he would eventually become legally adopted and he would be put back into school and he would covert to Judaism at the request of his newly adopted family. This conversion would lead to the Paul discovering the absolute worse in humanity and he would loose yet another family to war and he would spend many years trapped in the dismal Jewish Ghettos and eventually realise the true horror of the concentration camps, where everyday was a living nightmare and he would have to do whatever he could to survive. Young Paul’s intelligence and his skills in mathematics would make him valuable to the Nazi guards, as he would be put to work in the office and forced to manage the books and records. This he would do with extreme diligence so that he could spare himself a very painful and public execution, though he would have to become a turncoat and send many of his fellow Jews to the gas chamber, gallows or the soldiers hateful bullets or beatings. This Paul would do out of a survival instinct and with heavy heart these events would leave a lasting impression with him and leave him haunted by the spirits of those he would sacrifice to save his own hide.

          Paul’s life in the camps was a living hell of abuse, starvation and the lingering fear of death. He would be forced to do things that would make him sick physically and he would have to hide deep within bowls of the camp at times to survive the drunken guards looking to kill and rape the less then human Jews. Even though he was tolerated do to his skills, this didn’t keep him safe and was not a guarantee his survival and once the camps commandant would take a liking to the young Paul and he would be forced to perform acts with the commander that would scare him mentally for many years to come. Paul figured things where on the level, and he had found a away to keep himself alive, even though he was morally opposed to what he was being forced to do. The commander would eventually grow tired of his Jewish sex doll and ordered Paul to be discarded with the rest of the trash. Karma must have been shinning down on young Paul that evening as he was being brought out to the yard and the metal garrotte was being affixed around his neck and the guards began turning the crank and squeezing the air out his young lungs. As he was struggling to breath, he was tossed into a mass grave; suddenly all anarchy erupted as the ground shook violently as allied bombs pounded the camp and British soldiers would storm the camp. Paul would have another stroke of good luck in that the metal choke collar would not be fully locked into it’s death grip and he would struggle to breath, but yet still be able to take in a few lifesaving breaths.

        Throughout the night as the battle raged on above the open grave he laid in, Paul would struggle to stay conscious as he took slow and painful breaths, with each breath becoming more painful and harder as the collar would dig in deeper and slowly constrict stealing even more of his valuable air. Eventually Paul would black out and when he would awake again, he was in a medical tent surrounded by British and American doctors and nurses. Paul would have to spend many months in the medical camp as he was treated for his injuries, he would recover from his wounds but his voice would almost be forever stolen as his larynx was crushed under the constricting of the death collar. Paul would once again have a stroke of good luck as one of the British doctor a man by the name of Dr. Oliver Yale would officially adopt Paul and bring him back to London with him after the war was over. Paul would once again feel the warmth and compassion of a loving family and do the social status of his adopted father he would be exposed to the best money could offer and eventually be sent of to private school where Paul would excel. Though the demons of war, and his past would haunt him nightly, by the time Paul was heading of to university he would suffer yet another great loss and feel tragedy once again. As Paul arrived at Cambridge he would receive the telegram about the tragic accident that would cause the deaths of his third family and he would once again be rendered an orphan.

        The only saving grace for Paul was that his father had made sure that he was taken care of and Paul would inherit his families vast fortune, though he would have to wait till he was twenty one to stake his claim. His estate also required him to graduate from university before he could have access to the fortune, the will also made sure his schooling was paid for. Paul at this point was forced to not only study harder than anyone else, he was also required to find employment to survive till he graduated. This is how he got interested in archaeology and palaeontology as he would end up working at a local museum as an assistant to head curator. Through the years he would eventually graduate and go through many years of advanced education to receive his doctorate in palaeontology. Though this is also the time that the legend of Jurassic would rise and the world would be left to debate the morality of a man that hides a very dark demon inside.

        It is stated that when Paul was on a dig somewhere in the bogs of Scotland, he was deep with the dismal waters and mists of the Scottish bogs, when he would discover a rare and unique talisman. As he would reach for the item, clouds filled the sky, lighting ravaged the heavens and ground as the wind would howl with such vengeance. Though Jurassic’s gaze was locked onto this bone talisman, he was lost in the discovery and unaware of the sudden storm that was pounding the dig site and camp. As his fingers would grasp the item, Paul would be struck directly by multiple lightning bolts from the heavens. The pain would course through his body, and he would collapse into the murky waters, the fellow scientists would report Paul as lost and eventually after he was failed to be found by search and rescue, they would pronounce him deceased and the death certificate for Dr. Paul Kliegerman would be signed and filed. He would loose his wealth, he would loose his sweetheart, and he would loose his life, though for Paul even the cold grasp of death wouldn’t be able to collect his soul and he would stare the Grim Reaper in the eyes and thwart death. On that faithful night Paul died and Jurassic was born, he would rise from the bogs a new man and free of the shackles that had bound him.

       Deep within the Scottish bogs, some point during the middle of the twentieth century, arose the Jurassic and so would begin the man who would become the avenger for the common man and punisher of the guilty. He would be gifted with preternatural abilities, sight beyond sight, and ability to sense the truly guilty. Jurassic would become what history could consider the first of the physical adepts and be magical before the return of the sixth world, and long after the closer of the fifth world. He would have rare abilities that are lost to history and unknown and these abilities would help him become the legend he is. Jurassic would come to learn that even though he would have no wealth, he didn’t need the trappings of the material world and through his own perseverance and newly adapted abilities he could prevail. Jurassic would enter the shadows and begin his campaign to end tyranny and oppression. Haunted by the nightmares of his past, he could not stomach to watch history repeat itself, so he would take to the fight against the rising oppression and help eventually set in motion the events that would bring about civil rights, liberties and diversity. Though the hidden cost for these rights we all take for granted would cost the lives of those that would stand in the path of progress and cast a further shadow over Jurassic’s mortal soul.

     Though as he would delve deeper into his newly adopted life as a fighter for the good of humanity, he could not shake his love of exploration and treasure hunting. This would led to the furthering of his legend and the many movies that would be created based on the tales of Jurassic, as he would enter hidden tombs, temples and burial grounds throughout the world seeking rare artefacts and relics of a time long gone. What he actually did in those lost locations is unknown and has been adapted to serve for a great movie, book and tale spun at camp fires for many decades to come. As the legend grew so did the tales of his abilities and his ability to hurl trucks, punch through concrete, bend steel, and many other strange abilities that just can’t be explained. Reports indicate that he can grow claws like that of a velociraptor, the ferocious bite of the tyrannosaurus rex, and the armoured skin of the stegosaurus as well he has the sight of the pterodactyl. This man would eventually show rare traits of many different dinosaurs from many of the different prehistoric periods. Though he would still retain his human form and features, Jurassic’s dinosaur like traits and abilities would cause him to become even more popular in stories, and this would cause the futhurment of his legend. Stories would emerge all over the world of a man showing these traits and either striking at the throats of oppression and the raiding of hidden and forgotten tombs. This is how Jurassic would end up here in North America and stalking the cold dark streets bringing down the guilty in horrible bloody massacres and leaving half eaten bodies behind as a warning to those that would stand against Jurassic. This would as well allow him to raid the ancient Aztec and Mayan temples of Mexico, and steal their sacred relics and then use these items against the many cartels and corrupt members of government.

     Over the years the man known as Jurassic would grow in legend as more half consumed bodies would be discovered by loved ones and the authorities. This would bring a world of copycat criminals to use the legend of Jurassic to commit similar crimes and robberies under the guise of the true legend himself. Though the only dead give away is that the teeth marks on the deceased would be made by artificial means and the victims would not fully fit his known pattern. The robberies would as well be fraudulent in nature do to the items that would be stolen, the Jurassic only goes after rare and unique items of historical significance not anything that is modern or mundane. Though through the years, this man would use these copycats to invoke a level of fear into the masses, but also use them as a distraction from his real targets. Jurassic is not a mindless killer and only goes after those that he deems guilty, by what people have reported to be his sin vision. Jurassic can see and sense the truly guilty and track their movements throughout the city. Their is only one man in existence that has similar olfactory senses to that of Jurassic, and that is the famed next generation runner known as Raptor. The Jurassic is a man of honour, though his honour can be questioned at times, do his tomb raiding, robberies and extortion tactics as well as his laissez-faire attitude towards murder.

       Though this does not mean that Jurassic is a villain, though he can’t truly be considered a hero either. This is where the speculation and debate begin when dealing with him, people love to debate the legend and love to debate whether or not he has slipped down the slippery slope into villainy. This man has never once diverged from his quest to protect mankind from the evils that wish to oppress or enslave and he has been a staunch defender of the week throughout his long history. So with Jurassic being in the States during the tragic events that would transpire during the Ghost Dance, Nights of Blood, and so on. This would be where one could garner that their might be something to the rebels fight against the enemy they call the False Flag. Since Jurassic has taken his fight directly to the UCAS, and has begun consuming the supporters and ravaging the sacred Native burial grounds and ancient tombs lost in the American wilds ever since the Great Ghost Dance was unleashed.

       Their is a tale that the Jurassic even saved a small remote town in the American west when he systematically consumed the great wave of magical energy and absorbed all the native spirits that where being sent to ravage the people. He then in a flash, destroyed the native soldiers, that where coming to assault the surviving people. Jurassic, has ever since been on a quest to bring down the False Flag and the Native American Nations seeing them as the true and only threat. Throughout the years the attacks on the UCAS and NAN have grown to epic proportions, and the amount of half consumed bodies being discovered have increased as well, in many of the UCAS controlled regions. Many of the Sixth World have tried to use ritual magic to attack, track and bring down the legend of Jurassic, this has never ended the way the magi or shaman have anticipated. All it would do would either allow the Jurassic to track the assaulting magi through the use of their own signature even though there ritual would have failed epically. Or the assaulting magi or shaman would have to absorb their own spell as it redirects back onto the caster directly thus normally killing the caster. Their are reports that this is an unusual side affect from the Great Ghost Dance assault, as well as the Jurassic being magically from the Fifth World.

        So with the rise in Jurassic style attacks in the UCAS and against the military and it’s commanders, one can assume that either the Jurassic is misguided and his sight has been clouded or their is really something to this war and what does this legend know and what is he unwilling to tell us or unable to since his larynx is still damaged from that death collar he was locked into as a child. The Jurassic’s voice is that of a gravelly whisper and from what legend states is that speaking actually causes this legend discomfort, so when he does speak it is normally very vital and important. This man must know something and he must be hoping that we the people will just observe the legend and follow his way. Though this has left for a rise in mixed feelings and serious debate about the Jurassic and what his true attentions are.

        I have as well come to learn that this hunter, treasure seeker and explorer is as well a member of the Library. He is one of there Keepers of the way and protectors of the worlds knowledge and history. Though this doesn’t make sense since he is a tomb raider and grave robber, he infiltrates museums and bank vaults like the best in the trade. What his attentions are, well this we may never know, but as a Keeper of the Library the actions of Jurassic need to be further put under a microscope, and it brings allot of his legend under question do to him being aligned with some very evil and guilty souls. He also has all but ignored the entirety of the Death’s Hand and Human Resistance Movement, not only ignoring them but reports indicate that Jurassic has been seen having lunch and even diner with the infamous Death’s Hand General Bryn Yale numerous times. So again this brings into question his honour and what seems to have been a long term commitment to bringing down evil and as well preventing another Holocaust from happening again. He has been seen with top Death’s Hand officials who created and support the concentration camps and have all but eradicated Israel and her people.

        I will leave this article off here and leave with this closing piece, I am a child was told all the tales of Jurassic by my grandparents, I read the comics, watched the cartoons and movies, and even dressed up as my favourite explorer for Halloween many times. I have been inspired by his quest for civil liberties and his campaign to root out evil. So I am a bit biased, even with the new information that has been relieved about him I still believe that he is true to his code and true to his path. Their has to be a reason this legend is ignoring the Death’s Hand and focusing on the UCAS and their has to be a reason he is part of the Library. I believe that Jurassic is still looking out for the best interests of humanity and mankind, so again I might be biased but there has to be more to the story and the truth is out there and I will not stop chasing the legend of Jurassic, I will not give up on my childhood hero.

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 Bio: The man, the myth and the legend known as the Sinner is hunter of all that is evil in the world, he is lurking in the shadows to reap the whirlwind and strike a crushing and fatal blow to all that is evil lurking deep within the shadows. This man has been reported to have been on a quest for more then a few decades and their are reports and drawings of this man throughout history. Some say he is just a myth, and there are those that will swear on there family honour that the Sinner is real. This man, seems to be an odd fit within the hallowed halls of the Library, but just seeing that they have one man of good alignment can be a bit refreshing, though good is truly in the eyes of the beholder. He works alongside some of the worlds most evil legends and yet the Sinner doesn’t seem to be bothered with their actions and only the actions of man.

      He has travelled the world on his quest and he has struck down the evil that is on a conquest to control mankind, as the legend goes this man is truly immortal and has been recorded throughout history. His blade has struck down, many of the worlds most corrupt and evil beings. His words have swayed the actions of many to act up in defiance against the tyranny and his words have even lead to the assassination of some people that appeared to be honourable, but yet have become victims of the Sinner. This is where it becomes unclear as to what his true intent is and his true actions lie, he has been reported to have brought down the likes of Hitler, Stalin, Bin Laden and even was the man behind the death of Kennedy. So you see this man has been lurking around within the shadows for far longer then he physically should be, I mean his legend goes as far back to being the man who caused the execution of Christ and even twisted Brutus to strike down Caesar and his legend goes even further back. Their have been the whispers of the Sinner throughout all of recorded history, though these are nothing more then rumours about a single man that can’t be confirmed. Though we do know that we have the current man known as the Sinner that has been plaguing our generation and keeping the legend alive. He has been involved in many of the assassinations of some of the prime rulers of our time and he has had his hand in the enterprising campaign of the Death’s Hand. This shows that his idea of good is a twisted one and that the Sinner is no better then anyone else, he is just as misguided as the rest of mankind.

        Though the most disturbing part about this man, is that he seems to always show up when he is needed the most. I don’t support the freedom fighters, but I can understand their plight and when a region is under attack he shows up to help the people. This happened most recently when he slide into Detroit before the bombs fell and he rescued countless citizens, and assassinated many of the cities corrupt leadership only to be scene walking out of the mushroom clouds with not a scratch on his body and his tie still in place. He has also been reported to have struck down the mighty dragon in China known as Beast, this dragon was controlling many of the people and ruling the criminal empire through might and enforcing slavery and complete loyalty through fear of enslavement or death. The Sinner just walked into the Beast’s lair and with a single strike of his blade he brought down the dragon and collected his soul energy into his blade from the severed head of the Beast. This man has also been spotted in Australia collecting souls and bringing down the evil that lurks within the outback with zero fear of the native environment and magical storms. The say this man is the White Devil and he fears nothing and walks through the worlds with ease. They say the Sinner is capable of stepping between the spirit world and the physical world with ease. This gift they say was granted to him by the spirits of the world who even bow to his presence and even the Mother herself quakes in fear of the Sinner as he is at home in the wilds, and at one with the elements. The Sinner fears no beast or man and even the mightiest of paranormal beings bare their throats to this hunter.

        The Sinner if he is truly as gifted as the legends state, does concern me and even brings credence to the claims that he is immortal and has been walking the earth since the dawn of time. Though no one has physically seen the Sinner for any real length of time, even the images we have collected of the Sinner have come from files that we received about the Library and their Keepers. So I can’t even validate the authenticity of them, I am posting the images hopping that this is what the Sinner actually looks like. Though with all legends one can’t be to careful, and with the Sinner on the loose I feel it best to respect the myth and the legend. Their is more to this world then we will ever understand, and the Library seems to understand the concept that the truth is out there somewhere and they have been questing to find the hidden secrets. They seem to have the Sinner working alongside them and this legend, might have a twisted view of good and evil, but again their has to be a reason he does what he does and leaves alone the things he does leave alone that by definition are evil.

       How the Sinner kills varies from victim to victim, and his words are supposed to be of a primal force and invoke a pure primal response and even uncontrollable fear. This man has been able invoke this deep seated fear in the most sturdy of minds and bring grown men and warlords crumbling down to frightful crying children begging for their mothers before he strikes them down. Even the Sinner always removes the head and their are reports that he steals the life essence and absorbs their souls into himself and his blade. By definition his actions are evil and should be condemned, but this is why they call him the Sinner I guess and he is not afraid to be full of sin as he collects and eats the sins of others. As the legend states, the Sinner strikes down evil and restores a balance to the universe. Absorbing the sins of others to absolve them of their evil deeds and thus giving them the ultimate forgiveness in death and the fleeting hope of eternal peace in the afterlife. Though for the Sinner the ultimate price is always paid in full and he absorbs and steals the soul before it can go to rest and forever removed from the wheel of life.

       So beware of the man known as the Sinner, for he holds no fear, he is the being of true primal fear. He is the eater of sins and even the faithful are not exempt from his blade and his judgement. This man if he is coming for you will appear in the mirrors first, granting you the chance to absolve your own sins and spare your own life and soul. The second time he appears its again a warning, though this warning comes with the death or destruction of a loved one, when I say destruction I don’t mean death. I mean that the Sinner will destroy the persons life, he will move the sin from one to another as a final warning. Thus when he returns the third time, it is far to late and the Sinner will consume your sins and soul, either through his blade or through the whispers of his words.

       Some on the streets have come to calling the Sinner the Archangel and have taken to warning people of the man known as the Sinner and also have taken to worshipping this man like a deity. Claiming that his legend speaks of his divine stature and who he only goes after those full of sin, he spares the innocent from the evil doings of the guilty. They claim that the Sinner or the Archangel is truly God on earth and his will is the way, as many of the parables in the good book, speak of this man in detail. Again this is left up to interpretation, but when it comes to the tales of the Sinner one can’t be to careful. No one has ever bested him in battle, no one can stand in his presence without being cowed in fear and he can warp the minds of anyone who can hear his voice regardless of what language he is speaking in. He can in a single move heal the innocent and strike down the guilty and he is at one with the elements and beats of the land. The Sinner walks among us as a god among men and if he is as his legend states he is, I can believe that he is truly a divine being. Though there is zero evidence to back anything up, and only stories and artist renderings throughout history, that bare a resemblance to the Sinner we know today. Either this the continued ancestral line of a single family that has been keeping the legend alive or this is the same man who somehow has stepped outside the laws of time and is truly a divine or demonic being. I will leave the choice to you the reader and I will leave it open to debate in the comments below.

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 Bio: The man known as Tempest should not be confused with the pirate vessel known as he Tempest, this hunter of knowledge works for the Library and is one of their top agents that has trained most of the other keepers and is behind the collection of the heads of the fallen. It is said that if one dies by decapitation their soul is forever trapped in their severed head and this soul keeps the brain vibrant and alive far longer then medically possible. Grant you this is a myth and has no scientific backing though it seems the same powers that keep the brain alive after cyber surgery can as well be used on the severed head and once collected Tempest or better known as the Soul Collector has devised a unique ability to extract what he calls the prize from the brains of the fallen. According to the legend he is able to steal the memories, from the deceased and as well harness the soul itself and absorb it into himself to fuel his magical prowess. If this is true than the Library is far more dangerous then one could ever imagine, since they have been collecting heads for generations and killing in that gruesome fashion stealing the heads after they roll off the lifeless bodies and sending many to the grave with their souls stolen and their bodies left headless and forgoing any form of goodbye and being given the respect of being buried intact.

       The Tempest is a man that according to legend has been in operation for many a generation and has been out collecting the souls of anyone who he deems to be an enemy of their cause. Though what cause that is, is unknown since the Library has only recently been exposed and I feel that this order is hiding something very dark and their end game is far worse then they let on. These Keepers have been on a quest for knowledge and seeking power through the use of this information, though with the legend stating that they can extract the memories of the deceased through their severed heads it means that they don’t even have to attempt to breach a location to gain the information. All they have to do is capture a innocent civilian that has the slightest clue of what they are looking for, decapitate them and extract the information and then dispose of the useless vessel once the soul has been expunged and absorbed by the Soul Collector.

       Just the thought of this scares me even more, when it comes to the Keepers of the Library. If you die to one of their blades this means that if their is an after life, you will never find rest and your mortal soul is truly in jeopardy of being stolen and all your private thoughts being collected and compiled in a data bank to be used for some nefarious plot. Their are legends that span the entire globe about this Keeper and his conquest of stolen heads and victims that have been left as nothing more then headless dried husks. This legend spans the globe and has been written about in many media forms and has been told throughout the ages, though only now can we confirm that he actually exists and that these old tales are more then just ghost stories or tales of baffled investigators trying to explain the supposed random killings of aids, secretaries, valets and anyone connected to a person in power but not the figurehead themselves. This also explains why the Library is able to obtain secret that can hold anyone hostage and they have the power to start and end wars at the drop of a hat.

         Tempest being actually real and not just a legend sends shivers down my spine, this man has no soul of his own it seems and he just uses those that he steals to fill his void. Also not knowing this man’s agenda is truly frightening, and why he has been sending the Keepers after the UCAS is as well concerning. For this man doesn’t see mankind as people and living being worthy of protection, no he see’s each and everyone of us as a possible tool to be used and our own souls as nothing but a prize in the Cracker Jack box of our skulls. He has been on the hunt for decades if not longer and some can say that his actions have spawned it’s own mythos having taken on a life all of it’s own. The Soul Collector is obviously far older than the documents I have dictate, though his actual age is unknown and if he is truly immortal we may never know. Though this is one legend that I am not happy about confirming to actually exist, this man collects heads like some people collect Urban Brawl cards and he has been killing in this manner for far longer then anyone actually understood.

       Why Tempest has been doing this is unknown and what the Library is up to is as well a mystery that might never be figured out. As we are having to sift through countless records and spend many hours sifting through dust tomes in the stacks to uncover even more information about this order that might have been overlooked throughout history. As we learned with the article about Archive that this order has been in operation for many thousands of years and now knowing that they have figured away to steal the knowledge from our severed heads. This means that they could very well have been in operation for far longer then we even realised. Also knowing that Tempest could very well be immortal is scary seeing that if this man has been in the Library for all these years, he could have very well been a headsman and legally stealing the memories of the condemned. Though this is just a rumour and legend, immortality seems to be far fetched but with these Keepers I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. These men where once nothing more then myths, and legends that where spoken in hushed tones or on the silver screen and written word.

       So with Tempest being confirmed to be more than just a character in a story book, and the Library out collecting heads and creating terror through the use of the most dreaded and gruesome form of death. We can know fear these Keepers further and hope that we will never come in contact with anyone that collects heads and steals souls. The Soul Collector is a man that should be respected and feared for he has managed to become bigger then most deities and he has as well been able to stay of the radar till now. This means that he and the other Keepers are up to something and what that is should concern anyone with any sort of common sense. They have joined the fight against the established government and this is bothersome on two levels, one what do they know and why have they sided with the rebels and two what is their end game. The biggest issue with Tempest and the other Keepers is that they are men of action and not one for mincing words. The only time you actually hear these men speak is when they are extorting or blackmailing a subject and they never seem to be concerned with small talk. They are men of action and they are men that hold the secrets, that many in power would kill to keep silent. So just best to avoid the Keepers and Tempest and try to manage to keep your head attached to your body, cause if Tempest wants your head their is little that can be done to save your soul from his wrath. Lets just hope these Keepers revel their agenda one day and till that day don’t loose your head.

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Bio: Well when one uncovers a secret order of men called simply the Keepers, their is bound to be a few that would be best if they were forgotten and unknown. This is the case with Pestilence, this man has been a thing of nightmares for many decades and spoken only as a ghost story to frighten young recruits during field training. He is as well only whispered about throughout the Native American Nations as ghost of a forgotten age, after surfing through the records I have uncovered about the fabled Library, I came across some documents that simply read Pestilence. I was curious and after reading the documents, I wish I had never allowed my eyes and mind to absorb the information. There is some things that once learned can never be unlearned and this is one of those cases. As a youngster I was told the legend of Pestilence by my Father and Grandfather as they would try to scare me around Halloween. Though as I got older I would just discredit the tales as the stories of two old men that where simply out of touch and where yanking my chain. Though as a child, those tales would terrify me and I would sleep with the light on or in my parents room to attempt to stave of the nightmares that would haunt my young mind. Though as I got older and entered my adult life, the tales of Pestilence no longer affected me and I would eventually grow to accept the stories as just that stories. Well when I saw those documents fall onto my desk, the paperwork old and yellowed, with the handwritten scrawl across the front with only one word “Pestilence”. My heart sank, my stomach quivered and I got a not in my throat. I was taken back to my childhood and the stories my elders would recall and suddenly my mind raised as I thumbed through the old documents.

         With every page I skimmed I felt myself being dragged even further back to those days as a child, and suddenly I really wished that I could crawl into my parents bed for protection from the nightmares that would once again haunt me. Then when I saw the pictures on the last page confirming that Pestilence was real, his overall appearance wasn’t what scared me and almost caused me to urinate at my desk. It was his eyes, those cold, dark and soulless orbs staring right back at me. Chills ran down my spine, I was frozen in fear as if something had just walked across my grave. I felt as if my very soul had been pierced and I couldn’t move as the terror coursed through my body as I could hear the sound of hooves galloping across the fields and smell the rancid sent of brimstone of the dreaded steed of Pestilence rode through my thoughts and for just a moment I could feel the warm breath of this soulless killer on the back of my neck. I couldn’t move, my body rebelled against me as I could fell the urine running down my leg and the raspy voice of Pestilence in my tortured ears. I still remember the words he spoke “Nothing much grows here anymore,  the birds do not sing, the plants will not grow, only death, only death will flourish here.” With that I let out a cry like a wounded child and ran out of the room and out of my home.

          It has been a few days since that night, and I have only recently been able to return to my office. I have been plagued by nightmares and haven’t been able to sleep during the night unless all the lights are on. Oh how I wish my wife was not away on a business trip, but I have a job to do and now that I have been plagued by the memories of Pestilence, I feel that it is my civic duty to warn others that this myth is a reality and to tell the tale of the soulless horseman to those that might never have heard of Pestilence. If any of my readers are to sensitive to the morbid tales, and would like to avoid the tormenting nightmares and sleepless nights please read no further otherwise consider yourself warned and read on.

         Well as the legend goes this man rides a ashen horse with burning coals for eyes and whatever life this steeds hooves touch begins to wither and die. Pestilence himself is clocked in darkness and wielding a barbed and twisted blade that glows a with a sickly green light, he speaks no words and moves through the darkness as if it’s his bride. This man truly owns the darkness and whatever he or his steed touch have the life drained from them and become ghastly and ill within an instant. The earth itself rejects this man, and wither’s and dies in his wake, Pestilence just moves through the camp stealing the life and spreading the sickness with his touch or if they are lucky he removes their heads allowing their bodies to be consumed by the many carrion that follow in his wake. It doesn’t take Pestilence long to remove all the life, and spread his plagues to those unlucky enough to survive. Almost as if the unlucky ones become the chosen ones to regale the tale of this killer, those who suffered under his blade are left as only a severed head that he scopes up and places carefully in a satchel draped over the saddle. He then leaves as casually as he arrived, leaving a macabre scene behind. This is only the early onset of his work, and the first scene is always a warning of things to come. For Pestilence doesn’t arrive often, but he will always appear once the summer has faded into fall and the landscape begins to die. He will make three appearances before vanishing once again till the next autumn, though with each one of his rides many suffer under his wake and many more will die from the illness that he spreads to those he chooses to be his victims. He might only arrive three times but his presence can be felt for many years as his plagues spread like wildfire through the rural camps that are ill equipped to handle the rare diseases he spreads and the countless carrion he unleashes into an infected region.

         Each time he returns it’s to a new camp and he will once again remove the life as he wades into the frightened soldiers that are frozen in fear and unable to even defend themselves as he strikes them down with his blade or he waves his other hand causing the soldiers to break out in boils and vesturing wounds become infected instantly. As if his presence was’t frightful enough, the survivors are left to feel the ground tremble as hordes of rats swarm the camp and begin consuming the dead leaving only gnawed bone as a grim reminder of what had just occurred. He again collects the heads of the dead and rides off into the night leaving only charred and dead earth in his wake from the fire that burns from his steeds hooves.

        He will return only one more time that year and with the final strike he, will choose a village or small town connected to the base he was striking and this is the most gruesome of all his prior strikes. For this is a civilian location and these are the families of his prior victims and those that where able to escape unscathed but will soon become his next victim. During the final strike he rides down the main street with his horde of rats and other vermin behind him, all with deep green glowing eyes and ravenously hunger. any resistance is quickly beheaded and Pestilence unleashes the carrion and vermin into the village to spread his disease and consume the flesh of the dead. Not one soul is spared and as the moon burns red in the sky, Pestilence begins to collect the souls of those that are lucky enough to perish quickly, others though will suffer a slow and painful death as they spread the disease to those that will come to aid these helpless victims and so the cycle continues till the next season. Pestilence strikes quickly and is gone just as fast leaving death and despair in his wake, he turns a once thriving region into a cesspool of disease and decay where only death will flourish.

       His strikes are seemingly random and their is no pattern that can be followed, one year he will strike in Ohio and the next he targets Mexico and so on. So protecting against Pestilence is nigh imposable and once the strike begin, their is no time to protect the victims from his campaign of terror and death. Many souls will be lost, and the only thing the UCAS and other governments can hope to do is avoid direct contact with his victims and leave them in the woodlands and wastelands to die a slow and painful death hoping they have zero contact with anyone else. Though when Pestilence strikes the civilians the targeted government forces are left no choice but to attempt to aid the fallen and cure the sick. This unfortunately is all part of his plan and they allow themselves to become victims to Pestilence and keep the vicious cycle going long throughout the year as many more perish from the exposer to his plague. Though if the government did nothing the citizens of the nation would cry out, and attempt to aid these victims themselves and create an even worse scenario with far more casualties. According to survivors of Pestilence, his vermin seem to consume everything they can and then vanish as if they where never their, though the region will be infested with rodents and other vermin that come in after Pestilence and his rats leave.

     This my readers is the condensed version and I have left allot out and left it for your imagination and your own mind to fill in the blanks here. I am still to frighted to regale you with the entire version. This is the legend of Pestilence, and these regions can be verified and there are plenty of medical documents to prove that his is not just a wives tale or ghost story. The infected regions have since been burned and the earth salted leaving the dead where they lie and the UCAS and NAN have recently authorised the use of napalm on any camp that becomes a victim of Pestilence. They will no longer take the risk of a epidemic, by offering aid. All survivors will be burned alive and the ground salted, they would rather deal with the negative press then the risk of infecting further citizens. Though what I fear is that this will only force Pestilence to adapt his approach and once again force the UCAS and NAN’s hand. This man is pure evil and he will not rest, Pestilence has been active for many a generation and he hasn’t been able to be stopped, he just adapts to the new technology and advances in medical science, this man is what nightmares are made off and the government is basically saying yes he exists, but no we are going to do nothing about him. my readers if you have family in the military warn them about Pestilence and whatever you do, do not accept the free housing from the military. This could just be your demise, if Pestilence chooses your military village to be his next target. Your own government will not help you and they will actually murder you to spare the masses, and bury this legend even deeper into the ground. Remember this, Pestilence is always on the prowl and you might become his next of many victims, those words he spoke to me on that faithful night still haunt my dreams and I suspect that he is the one who gave me the information that has since traumatized me, so I can tell you about him as a subtle warning of things to come. Please heed my warning for it might just save your life one day, don’t allow your loved ones to volunteer for the military for Pestilence lurks near and is stalking our boys in uniform.

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<<words whispered in my mind by Pestilence>>

Weight: 160

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Katana

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Bio: Well this man known as the Krampus is one that really scares me out of the many keepers of the Library, and for damned good reason. Every agency and order has their cleaners and their erasers. Well the Krampus is the cleaner of the Library and this man is so damned cold that he will go after anyone that needs to be erased and this means that he will abduct your children. The Krampus will use your own offspring as leverage to lure out his target and if you expect that your children will be spared well this is a falsity. The Krampus will kill them right in front of you and then he will remove your unneeded head. This man is a true monster and like the legend states he goes after the naughty and well your kids might have been angels but if the Krampus is involved you have been very naughty.

When it comes to erasing someone their is no order better then the Library, this agency is full of people that can make anyone vanish in the blink of an eye and any victim of the Library is always found with their heads missing. Only to turn up days or months later discarded in a random dumpster, tossed away like yesterdays newspaper. Though for the Krampus he takes joy from his work and he goes the extra mile to make sure his victims fully understand the dire nature of their situation. This cleaner will make sure your family and loved ones all suffer a gruesome death and are made quite aware that they are dying to the actions of their loved one. Though the Krampus will normally only work during the holiday season and thus earning the handle of the Krampus. This man fully enjoys using this time of year and all the family gatherings as his hunting grounds, he can render an entire family extinct on one night and then have children that he can either murder or brainwash into his subjects.

Yes unlike the true legend of the Krampus, this man will sometimes spare your children and he will use some sort of portable brain dancing equipment to turn them into his loyal and fanatical subjects. He then arms them with a knife and sends the little killers back to their parents to do the deed for him, then off themselves as he couldn’t be bothered to raise any of these monsters he creates. Though this brings to light the issue that your little child could be a cold ruthless killer that will kiss you good night and then drive a knife into your throat as you sleep or as you tuck them into bed. This is why he is scary and he could be anywhere, and anyone do to him being a master of disguise, the Krampus might just be your preacher, your mail carrier or even a teacher. His true identity might be known but he sheds skins like many change their underwear, so the fear of the Krampus is something that many should be concerned with.

Their is no-one that is aware of the Library’s agenda and why they peg someone for erasing, so do to this their is zero way to protect yourself from the Krampus. This man works exclusively for the Library, though we do know that the Library works with the Human Resistance Movement and also the Death’s Hand this should be bothersome to anyone who reads this. Cause if these Keepers are working for the Death’s Hand or even connected to that agency this could mean that Alexander can reach out to the Library and ask for the Krampus to be unleashed to remove a loose end. Or even to strike random fear as many would suddenly swear loyalty to the Hand if they learned the Krampus was in town and suddenly the children where at risk. The Krampus is a master cleaner and this man can and has turned even children into fanatical killers, he has kidnapped children and sent them back to their parents as beef jerky or mail order steaks. Only to expose the truth after Mom and Dad have consumed their child, leaving that as the last thought before he removes the heads of his victims.

So in conclusion when it comes to the Krampus, their is really no way to protect yourself from him, do to his motives and the motives of the Library being unknown and we are just know learning about this agency. He is the master of disguise and will use your children or grandchildren against you and if no children are in the equation he will dirty his own hands with your blood. This man will strike entire families during their celebration of Christmas, and render everyone their deceased and leave it as a bloody massacre for the police to clean up. So with his motives unknown and his agency veiled in secrecy it is almost imposable to predict when you have angered the Library enough for them to dispatch the Krampus. The only assumption I have is that the Library are seekers of knowledge thus if you are standing in the way of them achieving this said goal you might be on the Krampus’s radar. Though again this is an assumption and thats all.

The Krampus is a heartless killer that will not think twice about killing anyone on his list and even those that are not on his list but are connected to his target are at risk for his special brand of murder and terror. This is one Keeper that is not obsessed with knowledge and can not be reasoned with ever, so cherish these moments know with your children and hold them dear but please keep a watchful eye for the hidden dagger and always lock your bedroom door. Though this might stop little Timmy or Sally but it won’t stop the Krampus, just say your prayers that you haven’t ended up on his list of the naughty.

 

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