Prologues - E.B. Root

We started the first session with a short prologue for each character. The aim was to set the mood and give some insight into their backgrounds.

The Wetlands

E.B. Root's prologue starts with him sitting on the back of a lorry with some kids on his way to New Orleans. The kids are fascinated with the alligator skins he has with him (that he intends to sell in NO). The kids ask pester him to tell them how he killed the gators and he finally gives in. E.B. tells them how he was in the marshlands hunting for the big gator he knew was hiding in the murky waters deep in the swamp. This gator hid deep in the swamp, so deep actually, that sometimes one could run into these ancient, black stones jutting menacingly from the waters. Some were standing on tiny isles or skerries. Plenty of old wives' tales and talk about strange creatures regarding those stones.


E.B. found the ol' gator and shot it, then dragged it into his dinghy. That's where his story ended. Here is what he left out. Suddenly, the swamp grew eerily quiet and he felt eyes on him. Then, he noticed rings forming in the water like something had dropped into, or risen from, the swamp behind the eerie stone without a splash or any other sound. The sudden, horrible stench made E.B. gag. He reached for his rifle and with his eye tearing up found the courage to slowly move his dinghy so that he could see behind the stone.

That is when the gator he was certain he had killed started suddenly trashing inside the dinghy. Being a skilled hunter he was able to shoot the creature without damaging his vessel. After the gator was dead and the last echoes of the rapport had faded there were no more rings in the water and the swamp seemed to slowly come alive again.

Back in the back of the lorry E.B. felt glass jar weighing inside his pouch. It contained the eyes of the beast - eyes that had two irises. Once E.B. got to New Orleans he went to the man he regularly sold his skins to and found a note waiting for him there. His rather distant relative, but a man he had come to know rather well. The note asked for him to come to Henry's residence in the French Quarter because he had made a terrible, terrible mistake and needed help from someone he could trust. Stashing the newly acquired coins and the note to his pocket he started to make his way towards Henry's residence.