The events of the last day threw everyone in the town to a state of hopeless desperation. Even I feel to weak and scared to write. If we are facing an evil like this, what chances do we have? Sending for a proper witch hunter would be the wisest choice, but noone would be able to get through the woods now. Noone.
The town council refused to take any direct part in the future investigations and spent almost the whole day trying to find a way to decide what should be done. The result of this deliberation was... surprising and desperate even in the current situation. With so many failures and now even without any hope for another witness, we were all just supposed to gather on the town market and draw marbles from prepared pot. The one getting a black one was to be executed. Anyone refusing to take part was to be executed as well.
Seeing no other option, everyone gathered and the big drawing of lots begun. Everyone had to keep the marble in his hand hidden, until the ritual finished and than show it. I can't even describe how shocked we were, when not one, but two black marbles showed up. One in the hand ot local madman who liked to call himself Crazy Monkey, but was named Clophiroth, and the other one in the hand of the tanner Adamus. Was it just simple incompetence or did cultists manage to influence the process?
Without the clear answer and unable to decide who was the one really chosen, both had to die...
That day saw too many blood, but it wasn't over. The following morning we found another body. This time skinned alive and left to die in the streets - as it later showed up - in front of his own house. Poor mayor Steed. Who could have gotten to him?
