Victor Crow

The dusty underground library held documents and books created out of journals and reports decades old. Gathered by the members of the Order where they can. One such book. About fairies and goblins. Detailed their origins and delved into the social structures. Victors’ eyes were glued to every word as his fingers ran slowly over the page. The tips of his pointer finger coated in ink as he licked it for every turn of the page. Here this library was his domain every crack and crevice he explored, yet still this place held many secrets. Reading by the candle light hours passed into the night as a pot of tea kept him company. The other members of the Order only bothered him when they needed information they left him to his solitude surrounded by ancient lore. 

Victor knew the others were out hunting, patrolling. But it did not concern him. Standing from his desk he slowly walked over carefully cradling the fragile book. The shelf he took it from housed many like it, he organized most of these books himself using his own system. He knew exactly where each book and read them as he had time unless he needed to find something for a case. Shuffling through the isles he found a report from 1703. It piqued his interest and he took it back to the candle. The name read Darian.. That was the only indication of who wrote it. Many chose to only use their first name least the contents fell into wrong hands, or claws.

Darian, Egypt May 4th 1703 

What could only be described as Ghouls were sighted in the main city leaving behind a few corpses. Upon further investigation I found these reports false, but something still troubled me. It took another week here, before I discovered with some difficulty that a Mummy was responsible for the recent sightings, I’ll be heading out tomorrow to confront it.

Victor turned the page, yet nothing was there who ever this Darian was, he didn't survive. “Strange Mummies? I wonder what else is out there.”