Bodies strewn across the floor, drained of blood that soaks the carpet and stains the walls. They are fresh for the flies had not yet come. The thing still breaths behind her. She can do nothing but shut her eyes and scream. When she opens them again, they look at her. The entire shop full. Mothers clutch whimpering children to their sides while strange men take cautious steps back. Alas, it has been but another illusion. So she wipes tears from her eyes and walks out the door. Still, they look.
Far outside the forgotten city sits the rotting remains of a moment not so long ago. The first of her kind now reduced to bones and spirits. In the beginning, she stood as a symbol of innovation, a totem of modern medicine; only for time to reveal her true nature. In her prime she fed on the flesh and blood of her tenants, thrived in the wails of sorrowful souls. However, the secrets that flowed beneath the foundation were what kept her going. It was merely the morals of a new generation that led to her demise. Those who survived moved on without a word, while the rest stayed silent under the untended lawn, remembered by numbers and stones. Though her memory has faded, she still casts a heavy shadow strewn with the image of those she devoured. And her name… is Eloise.
The role of the Lantern Keeper has existed since the worlds were divided into realms that could no longer commune at will. However, the job belongs to an ancient bloodline that does not lay claim to any one realm. Therefore, the clan is responsible for guiding souls and spirits to and from worlds, especially when the veil between living and dead is at its thinnest. During this time, the next member of Keepers is initiated and must stand watch over the comings and goings of all who choose to cross, and ensure their safe return. Not all who wield this initial lantern ultimately decide to stay, though most typically do. Regardless, all members must stand watch at least once before their final decision can be made. Unfortunately, the current Lantern Keeper in training, nor her lantern, can be found at this time. The veil is quickly thinning.
Hidden behind the shadows of the occult, lies the truth of all earthly magicks. Broken into thousands of pieces, during a time long forgotten, as to protect all earthly beings from its power. The pieces were distributed over centuries, across the globe. Settling into the disguise of falsities so that none would be able to fully claim them. Although each piece does lend an ounce of truth to the practice it inhabits, the rest are simply lies. Some fabrications of power seekers; others misinterpretations of innocent, ignorant, and naive truth seekers. Though it should be noted that there have been some, over the past few millennia, that have uncovered more pieces than most. These individuals have both reaped the rewards of their discoveries as well as endured the immense consequences. So be warned, if after reading this you decide to embark on a journey towards magickal truth. Not all that is broken should be mended before its time. Your triumph could just so happen to bring about the end of all truths as you know them. Beware.