Finally

The leader of this little band of rebels that I've become a part of has finally allowed me to begin posting on this blog again. However, he's said that he'll kick me out if I talk about any assignments I know of without consulting him first.

He calls us "The Reformed" because we've all experienced the taint of eldritch power firsthand. I haven't told him yet, but I can still sense that power in some small degree, some primal instinct in the back of my head, and that he still has a bit of the eldritch in him.

I don't trust him.

He insists on being called Hades. Some bullshit about leading those "that have been damned".

The only thing that I like about him is that he gave me an amazing spear. Made of titanium-steel alloy, the pole is segmented and can push into a bit of the blade (kinda like a toy lightsaber). All I have to carry around is about a foot of sharp metal, and I can retract the pole easily enough to prepare myself for combat.

I absolutely love it!

Hades has given me permission to speak of my latest mission, however, which should be interesting enough to hold you, my fleeing and possibly deranged fans, for a little while.

He sent me and a few others (codenames are Hawk (me), Lance, Wolf, and Gorilla) to get a blood sample from the Rake. The mission failed horribly of course. That thing has some seriously tough hide. Not even Gorilla with her machete could cut through it.

About three weeks ago, we were sent out on the assignment into the last place any of us had seen him. Of course, this meant being flown out to Germany and searching around the Black Forest. I had some bad flashbacks when I stepped off the plane. Pretty sure I've got some sort of PTSD.

Lance was team leader, a rather attractive blonde woman. She represents Fire, the most visible of the elements in my last post, and she is actually a good leader.

Wolf was our team's tracker, and she's a rather attractive raven-haired woman. She represents Water, and has a better ability to sense the eldritch power than I do. She can sense an eldritch being within three miles, which gives us a good warning of when it's time to move.

Gorilla, may she rest in peace, was our team's striker, a fast and strong attacker. I'm not going to comment on her physical appearance because she is dead. She represents Stone, and she lived by the creed as much as she could.

I was the sniper, and was given a crossbow and several explosive bolts. I apparently represent Wind because of the rapid changes that I've been going through these last... it's only been fucking 7 months!?!

Holy shit.

Back on topic. We searched for two weeks before we found the Rake. It was ripping into a tree for some reason, but did not seem to notice us. I took the shot, the bolt exploding on impact with the creature's strong hide. The tree fell over because of the blast, but we weren't able to see what had happened to the Rake because of the smoke and dust the blast kicked up.

When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, the Rake was staring right at me. It nodded ever so slightly, and then Gorilla rushed towards it, her diamond-dust edged machete swinging down in a diagonal arc. It did no damage to the Rake.

That was when it killed it.

Lance made a decision that we should retreat. Our two best weapons had done no damage to the damned thing, and we'd lost our strongest fighter. We fled for nearly a week back through the Black Forest, then hopped on a plane headed back for [REDACTED], where our base is.

We were debriefed, a brief memorial service was held for Gorilla, and then I wrote this.

Goodbye, and good luck.

Hello, this is Lance. I have removed the location of our base that Hawk so carelessly left in. I have since reprimanded him.

Do You Agree?

Change is the birth of eternity.

Without change, there is nothing.

The passing of time is change; without it, there would be nothing to remember, nothing to contain, nothing at all.

Life is change in motion; without life, there would be nothing that can remember. None of us would be alive to contemplate the meaning of change.

Change is often feared. It is the unknown.

The Unknown is Feared.

The Man with Long Limbs feeds off of that Fear.

The Man with Long Limbs is an Entity of Change. He lives it, he breathes it, he sees the paths it takes through the world around him.

The Man with Long Limbs is our enemy.

Only by knowing our enemy can we defeat our enemy.

Embrace the Change in the Air.

Feel the Change in the Water.

See the Change in the Fire.

Live the Change in the Stone.

Be the Change in Chaos.

Be the Change in Order.

~The Creed of The Reformed