<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Keeper Post</span><br/><hr/><em>12:50pm</em><br/><br/>Right as members of the cult, some of them their pure white robes speckled with fresh blood of the Herald, come flooding out of the main tent, screaming in terror, the unsettling presence of a man in a hat and a duster arrives on the scene. Upon nvestigating the inside of the tent, the man, named Jesse to a few, bore witness to the gruesome corpse of the Herald, layng lifeless on the stage, his heart ripped out, literally.<br/><br/>A blood trail led towards the back of the tent. Once outside, there was no one to be found. No one that was human that is. Jesse would see a grand RV, more lavish that the used cars dotting the grounds, parked about 15 yards towards the back of the campgrounds. At the foot of the steps leading into the RV, was a dog bowl and eating from this dog bowl was a German Shepherd. From afar, Jesse could spot the front paws of this dog caked in blood, one leg soaked in the crimson shade almost all the way to its elbow. The dog was ravenously eating something in the bowl, but once it was finished, it lifted its head and turned to the foreboding man who had just emerged from the tent.<br/><br/>The dog had an otherworldly grin, the fur around its maw also bloodied. It didn't stick around for long and darted around the RV, heading into the forest.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Hunters permitted to reply to this post:</em>Jesse