Venue: The Secret World
Created by: Funcom
Location: Sheriff's Office, Kingsmouth, Solomon Island, Maine
FROM: The Dragon
TO: Dante Zelas
SUBJECT: Elm Street Blues
Fascinating. The "draug" are an ancient Nordic variety of undead, and they appear to have dominion over the unliving locals. There are indeed primitive records of Nordic involvement in Kingsmouth. Tales of Vikings passed down as whispers rather than recorded history.
We will follow up on the historical links. What we need from you are further observations regarding draug activity along the shore.
We are particularly interested in their capacity to direct the local attacks.
FROM: The Labyrinth
TO: Casstiel
SUBJECT: Elm Street Blues
This is interesting. We have no records of direct contact with the "draug", so your sighting in Kingsmouth catches us a little off guard.
Other factions have encountered them frequently at sea. Of course, file-sharing isn't common practice in the industry.
Here's what we know: the draug are an ancient and marine variety of undead with roots in Norse mythology; they seem to be directing the local attacks.
As for everything we don't know, well, that's where you come in.
Ciao-ciao
FROM: Temple Hall
TO: Eos
SUBJECT: Elm Street Blues
It appears we are dealing with bigger problems here than just the reanimated dead. The name "draug" is ringing a lot of bells around here, and I'm told we have plenty of information on these marine creatures on record. On ancient record.
We could still use more information, however, particularly about the larger varieties with the lobster claws, and their general ecology.
On that note - they do have some excellent shellfish in that region, worth looking into if you work up an appetite.
R. Sonnac
FROM: The Dragon
TO: Dante Zelas (D17)
SUBJECT: Draugnet
This is excellent work. The reproductive instinct of any creature offers a wide window into its nature.
To this point, the Draug have generally been discreet. However, mass breeding on a populated shore suggests a marked change of philosophy. Either dwindling numbers have forced them into the open, or these are the front-lines of an organised invasion.
For now, let us assume all possibilities are true.
01388A546-1
FROM: The Labyrinth
TO: Casstiel (Mastigos)
SUBJECT: Draugnet
The guys in Brute Resources are eating this up. Nice work.
We now know a lot more about draug reproduction cycles. The locals get drawn out to sea. They drown, rise, get knocked up, and then plant themselves as pods on the shore.
How romantic.
This all raises a lot of new questions, especially regarding the draug's ability to control the locals. How exactly does one direct the actions of a brainless being?
This is a question I struggle with everyday.
KG
FROM: Temple Hall
TO: Eos (M-Eos)
SUBJECT: Draugnet
I just received word from R&D that this data is giving us fresh insight into draug behavior.
They appear to have a more complex ecology than we first thought. The reanimated corpses serve as incubators for the draug pods; the female’s eggs are implanted through some sort of tentacular energy transfer.
You’ve given our research teams a lot to think about – hopefully, in time, it will give us an edge over these creatures. Alas, not in time to save Kingsmouth, but you cannot win every skirmish. This is, after all, going to be a very long war.
R. Sonnac
FROM THE BUZZING: (Lore: The Fog)
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.
TRANSMIT - initiate New England signal - RECEIVE - initiate the murk frequency - LOW VISIBILITY WILL BRING TRAFFIC TO A CRAWL - initiate necrotic syntax - WITNESS - The Fog.
There was no forecast. There were no screams. There was no sound. Only the fog. It crept in, and it crept out. The people walked, and the people died. Then they walked again.
The fog followed the return of the lost fishing vessel, the Lady Margaret. The crew had a story to tell, of a graveyard of ships, of the red seaweed cloaca that birthed the fog. Ask us about the Lady Margaret, sweetling. Ask us properly, and we will tell you.
The fog did not stay long. It retreated out to sea, and the people followed. Everything was echo-riddled silence as the unfortunates chased the vapour. Cars sat running. Dinners sat cooling. Playground roundabouts spun empty. With no panic and no sound, they calmly walked into the cold water.
It wrapped around the island, and the fog and silence held illimitable dominion over all.
Initiate the pied piper melody.
Pied Piper is a German legend about a piper who made rats follow him by playing his pipes, and when the townsfolk wouldn't pay him for leading the rats out of town he then used his pipes to lure the children of the townsfolk away with him
A scant few souls escaped the fog by chance. On trembling feet, they stepped out and saw their town turned to a nightmare painting - an un-still life in waterlogged meat. In the empty streets, silence turned to sobs, sobs to shrieks. Those who vanished with the fog returned as the shambling dead. Some of the living stood transfixed by the rotting stench, as their loved ones tore them to pieces.
Though the generations and fast food dilutes you, some of your species still have a spark of instinct. Some survived, fortified, showed ingenuity, and became cold killers of the undead. But as much as they fight back, there is no escape, not by land, air, or sea. The fog chokes all who try to leave - electronics failure... inevitable - nervous system failure... inevitable - suffocation... inevitable. Flight is impossible. Fight is possible. For a while.
The island is deaf and blind. The world outside no longer exists. We now gaze at this wondrous petri dish, a vertical slice of isolated humanity. What will it breed? The only variable is you, sweetling, those with the anima to walk here by the Agartha paths. What will you do?
What of the fog? Some say it is a bio-chemical weapon being tested by the government. Some say it is divine punishment for Kingsmouth's many hidden sins. Some say it is an assault on Illuminati interests.
A few individuals in the Wabanaki tribe say the fog is the tool of a hidden malevolence in Solomon County - a name their ancestors knew but they have forgotten. They claim hope lies in the Wabanaki warding circle that has protected the area for centuries, but they do not know what it protects. Did the circle hold back the fog?
What do you say?
Regardless of what is believed, the fog will end all life should it swallow Kingsmouth again.
Created by: Funcom
Location: Sheriff's Office, Kingsmouth, Solomon Island, Maine
Interview with Deputy Andy Gardener
1 November 2013
Immediately after the start of
the Solomon Island blockade incident
the Solomon Island blockade incident
Kingsmouth is currently under siege from Zombies, Draug, and various other horrors. The majority of the surviving residents have barricaded themselves in the Sheriff's Office although there are various other survivors scattered throughout the area.
It is believed that the current state of affairs started after the fishing ship The Lady Margaret returned from a disastrous trip. Soon after the ship and remaining crew returned, an unnatural and heavy fog rolled into the town. It was about that time residents started disappearing, and soon after that the the zombies and draug appeared.
Deputy Andy Gardener, a resident of Kingsmouth, is holed up at the Sheriff's office defending the area with other citizens from zombies. He was nice enough to speak with us about the Draug and zombies that we had to face in Kingsmouth, and gave tips about how to stop their invasion. Andy seems to have some psychological problems as a result of his father leaving when he was young that made this interview uncomfortable toward the end.
Me: So Deputy Gardener,
Andy: Oh gosh, please, Andy is fine.
Me: Okay, Andy, What's the situation? (Beginning of Mission: Elm Streets Blues)
It is believed that the current state of affairs started after the fishing ship The Lady Margaret returned from a disastrous trip. Soon after the ship and remaining crew returned, an unnatural and heavy fog rolled into the town. It was about that time residents started disappearing, and soon after that the the zombies and draug appeared.
Deputy Andy Gardener, a resident of Kingsmouth, is holed up at the Sheriff's office defending the area with other citizens from zombies. He was nice enough to speak with us about the Draug and zombies that we had to face in Kingsmouth, and gave tips about how to stop their invasion. Andy seems to have some psychological problems as a result of his father leaving when he was young that made this interview uncomfortable toward the end.
Me: So Deputy Gardener,
Andy: Oh gosh, please, Andy is fine.
Me: Okay, Andy, What's the situation? (Beginning of Mission: Elm Streets Blues)
Andy: Jeez, you never saw anything like this in the cop shows. Well maybe on cable. Not the network ones. You wouldn't know it from looking out there, but before that wicked bad fog rolled in, Kingsmouth was a sleepy little burg. Nothing stronger on the streets than a hot cup of coffee and chocolate glazed donuts from Suzie's. The occasional DUI or domestic disturbance. Human sacrifice... But every town has a dark side, right? We sure are getting a heaped helping of darkness now, ayuh? The walking dead - and worse besides - takin' over our town. Us survivors holed up in here, hoping it's all just a bad dream and we will wake up to the smell of bacon and maple syrup. But unless someone ups and does somethin' - and soon - all we're gonna wake up to is the smell of rotten flesh... and I don't need another thing to remind me of my dad. Halloween does bring back the memories, ayuh?
Me: Okay Andy, tell us a little bit about yourself?
Andy: I wanted to be a police officer since as far back as I can think. I had a lot of time to myself growing up, yeah. I watched all the cop shows, again and again, yeah, the old shows, when a good cop was always a good cop. When you knew you could trust a badge, right, yeah? You knew before the half-hour was up they’d get the guy…out of the basement. So that was my goal, plain and simple. I was single-minded about it. You ask anyone and they’ll say: “Ayuh, that Andy, he sure is single-minded.” Now, I wasn’t what you call a straight-A student, but I got there. I got there. And when Sheriff Bannerman swore me on as deputy, gave me my badge, hehe, I’d been up all night ironing this shirt, it was crisper than you’d believe. Well, uh, that day I was just as happy as a clam at high tide.
Me: What can you tell us about the state of Kingsmouth?
Andy: Sure chokes me up seeing Main Street all done up in buntings and so empty. The kids loved that Halloween parade, you know? Then they’d all bus on up Bangor way for the haunted hayrides, ever since our local amusement park closed down. There were troubles…it was before my time. Still, what town doesn’t have a little trouble, with cultists? There was that repeat killer, I wouldn’t say a “serial” killer. But he came from the mainland. And that mess with the college kids at the old hunting cabin. Bears, we reckoned. Jeez, when it’s all laid out like that it does sound pretty bad, huh? This right now is definitely the worst we’ve ever had, though. This is the real storm of the century. If we push on through it, I am not looking forward to taking a shovel to the streets after.
Me: How are the locals handling things?
Andy: Oh, I knew everyone in Kingsmouth. “A safe community isn’t a spectator sport,” I memorised that one. And Sheriff Bannerman preferred to have me walking the beat, while she handled house calls. That suited me just fine. Our folks were a good bunch. They only cause of ruckus when they’ve had too much of the, uh, you-know-what. But recently I got talking to Sandy… That guy is pretty philosophical. You wouldn’t know it to look at him! I mean, I don’t personally have a problem with bikers. I’d like a motorcycle myself. Anyhoo, he made me really consider it, you know, whether you really ever knew a person. I told him how in second grade, I met Anna Redman behind the gym every day for two months. We would hold hands, I thought I knew her pretty good. She left town all of a sudden one day. Halloween. Jeez, always Halloween.
Me: What can you tell me about sightings of the Pale Men, there is more out there than the walking dead, isn't there? (Beginning of Mission: Draugnet)
Andy: Now the walking dead- I can wrap my head around that. They're dead folk, just walking is all, but those other things? Tall and pale, slimy as maggots. They washed up with the fog. Th-they they came and dragged the townsfolk out to sea, drowned them. Just like my dad with the kittens. He took 'em out to sea in a garbage bag. Said they were gonna go for a swim. Said they needed the exercise. They never came back. Few years later, neither did my dad. Geez- I still miss those kittens. The townsfolk, they did come back- dragging what looked like eggs. The big 'uns, they come out of those eggs like something from “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” . They are littered all over the place and guarded and I'm thinking to myself, “Andy – that's gotta mean something. That's gotta be a clue. Why keep and eye on something if it ain't valuable?” That's police work. That's deduction, plain and simple. So I'm thinking, “What came first? The maggot or the egg?” Obviously, the egg..right?
Me: Wait... your dad... your dad drowned your kittens!?
Andy: Mom bought the kittens and dad drowned 'em. That's the facts of it. I don't like speculating much. That's one step away from guessing, and Sheriff, she taught me never to guess. Mom's version was that Dad loved things too much. Got a bit crazy sometimes. Hugged real hard. Didn't always wanna let go. The morning he stuffed 'em in a bag and took 'em out to sea, he was full of too much feelings. Didn't know what to do with them. He took 'em down to Journey's End, out behind the bed and breakfast. It's where the journey ended. Jeez, Dad always wore these masks, you know? For the longest time you figure you know someone. Most of the time, really, we got no idea.
Mission "ELM STREET BLUES" After Action Reports
FROM: The Dragon
TO: Dante Zelas
SUBJECT: Elm Street Blues
Fascinating. The "draug" are an ancient Nordic variety of undead, and they appear to have dominion over the unliving locals. There are indeed primitive records of Nordic involvement in Kingsmouth. Tales of Vikings passed down as whispers rather than recorded history.
We will follow up on the historical links. What we need from you are further observations regarding draug activity along the shore.
We are particularly interested in their capacity to direct the local attacks.
FROM: The Labyrinth
TO: Casstiel
SUBJECT: Elm Street Blues
This is interesting. We have no records of direct contact with the "draug", so your sighting in Kingsmouth catches us a little off guard.
Other factions have encountered them frequently at sea. Of course, file-sharing isn't common practice in the industry.
Here's what we know: the draug are an ancient and marine variety of undead with roots in Norse mythology; they seem to be directing the local attacks.
As for everything we don't know, well, that's where you come in.
Ciao-ciao
FROM: Temple Hall
TO: Eos
SUBJECT: Elm Street Blues
It appears we are dealing with bigger problems here than just the reanimated dead. The name "draug" is ringing a lot of bells around here, and I'm told we have plenty of information on these marine creatures on record. On ancient record.
We could still use more information, however, particularly about the larger varieties with the lobster claws, and their general ecology.
On that note - they do have some excellent shellfish in that region, worth looking into if you work up an appetite.
R. Sonnac
Mission "DRAUGNET" After Action Reports
TO: Dante Zelas (D17)
SUBJECT: Draugnet
This is excellent work. The reproductive instinct of any creature offers a wide window into its nature.
To this point, the Draug have generally been discreet. However, mass breeding on a populated shore suggests a marked change of philosophy. Either dwindling numbers have forced them into the open, or these are the front-lines of an organised invasion.
For now, let us assume all possibilities are true.
01388A546-1
FROM: The Labyrinth
TO: Casstiel (Mastigos)
SUBJECT: Draugnet
The guys in Brute Resources are eating this up. Nice work.
We now know a lot more about draug reproduction cycles. The locals get drawn out to sea. They drown, rise, get knocked up, and then plant themselves as pods on the shore.
How romantic.
This all raises a lot of new questions, especially regarding the draug's ability to control the locals. How exactly does one direct the actions of a brainless being?
This is a question I struggle with everyday.
KG
FROM: Temple Hall
TO: Eos (M-Eos)
SUBJECT: Draugnet
I just received word from R&D that this data is giving us fresh insight into draug behavior.
They appear to have a more complex ecology than we first thought. The reanimated corpses serve as incubators for the draug pods; the female’s eggs are implanted through some sort of tentacular energy transfer.
You’ve given our research teams a lot to think about – hopefully, in time, it will give us an edge over these creatures. Alas, not in time to save Kingsmouth, but you cannot win every skirmish. This is, after all, going to be a very long war.
R. Sonnac
FROM THE BUZZING: (Lore: The Fog)
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.
TRANSMIT - initiate New England signal - RECEIVE - initiate the murk frequency - LOW VISIBILITY WILL BRING TRAFFIC TO A CRAWL - initiate necrotic syntax - WITNESS - The Fog.
There was no forecast. There were no screams. There was no sound. Only the fog. It crept in, and it crept out. The people walked, and the people died. Then they walked again.
The fog followed the return of the lost fishing vessel, the Lady Margaret. The crew had a story to tell, of a graveyard of ships, of the red seaweed cloaca that birthed the fog. Ask us about the Lady Margaret, sweetling. Ask us properly, and we will tell you.
The fog did not stay long. It retreated out to sea, and the people followed. Everything was echo-riddled silence as the unfortunates chased the vapour. Cars sat running. Dinners sat cooling. Playground roundabouts spun empty. With no panic and no sound, they calmly walked into the cold water.
It wrapped around the island, and the fog and silence held illimitable dominion over all.
Initiate the pied piper melody.
Pied Piper is a German legend about a piper who made rats follow him by playing his pipes, and when the townsfolk wouldn't pay him for leading the rats out of town he then used his pipes to lure the children of the townsfolk away with him
A scant few souls escaped the fog by chance. On trembling feet, they stepped out and saw their town turned to a nightmare painting - an un-still life in waterlogged meat. In the empty streets, silence turned to sobs, sobs to shrieks. Those who vanished with the fog returned as the shambling dead. Some of the living stood transfixed by the rotting stench, as their loved ones tore them to pieces.
Though the generations and fast food dilutes you, some of your species still have a spark of instinct. Some survived, fortified, showed ingenuity, and became cold killers of the undead. But as much as they fight back, there is no escape, not by land, air, or sea. The fog chokes all who try to leave - electronics failure... inevitable - nervous system failure... inevitable - suffocation... inevitable. Flight is impossible. Fight is possible. For a while.
The island is deaf and blind. The world outside no longer exists. We now gaze at this wondrous petri dish, a vertical slice of isolated humanity. What will it breed? The only variable is you, sweetling, those with the anima to walk here by the Agartha paths. What will you do?
What of the fog? Some say it is a bio-chemical weapon being tested by the government. Some say it is divine punishment for Kingsmouth's many hidden sins. Some say it is an assault on Illuminati interests.
A few individuals in the Wabanaki tribe say the fog is the tool of a hidden malevolence in Solomon County - a name their ancestors knew but they have forgotten. They claim hope lies in the Wabanaki warding circle that has protected the area for centuries, but they do not know what it protects. Did the circle hold back the fog?
What do you say?
Regardless of what is believed, the fog will end all life should it swallow Kingsmouth again.
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