Fool! Does he not see the kindness we are granting him? He, a heretic, will be sent directly into Shub-Niggurath's holy embrace! Come, Bret! Glory awaits you!īret begins struggling and screaming as we strap him to the altar. Josh Engelbrekt wrote in the Holy Texts of a ritual by which the Black Goat might bestow her fecund glory upon our harvests for the upcoming year. And I have just the ritual for the last night of winter. Spring is nearly here, and the time to rededicate ourselves to the Great Shub-Niggurath is here. I find our colonies lack of faith disturbing. It may need more coolers as the temperature heats up, but it should keep our foodstuff's frozen during spring.īut the mundane hazards of mechanoids, raids and lack of medicine have taken their toll. We still have plenty of grain, and even better, the great marble freezer is complete. With a bit of work, we should be able to trap every entrance.
A wooden palislade will keep out animals and control where raids enter by. In return, we traded them the Luciferium we found in the slate building and some of the clothing and weapons we took from raiders. With luck, this medicine might just save Toast and Bendy’s life. Many mechanical components, and 3 cases of Glitterworld medicine. And to their credit, the heretics do bring valuable goods for trade. We wear false smiles and trade like the community of unenlightened peasants we appear to be. Unless one knows what one is looking for, the church entrance appears to be little more than a crack in the mountainside. Nobody is to attend the church until they leave. They claim to be an exotic goods trader, and are staying in the vicinity of the colony, but I’m taking no chances. A group of godless heretics from The Agency arrive.
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