Talk:Patrick Heyworth

"Research Notes" Sep 10th,  1895 Rain With the monastery renovation completed, I have finally moved in with Ogden and Bessy. It's been a long road since I first procured the Émigré File. Even after referencing literature of all ages, the rendering of the text still remains a difficult task. Though it has been 4 years since I first laid eyes on it, never once has it's enigma left the recesses of my mind. Contained in it are countless descriptions of the source of the energy that is the secret to life's existence the Druids' cryptic experiment taken from the ancient Celts and recorded by Alexander the Great hundreds of Years before Christ.. Branded a forbidden enterprise, it was kept hidden by the Vatican's cardinals in the depths of the Pope's quarters for a very long time, And now, I have it in my hands. I have reached Wales, the land referred to in the text. I will fulfill my wife Elaine's resurrection at this monastery, built by Saint Daniel Scotus. Of course, I am aware that my act could prove insolent in the eyes of the Lord. And however people may censure my actions, the love I have for my wife will never cease, I ask you Lord to turn your eyes away for a short while. November 16th, 1895 Rain The more I learn about the monastery, the more eerie the structure appears to me. Ogden mentioned that the hospice had been full of corpses at one time a few hundred years ago, and I have become aware of the mortal sin as I walk through the underground passageways. I can feel haunting spirits everywhere. But according to the Émigré File, the power of such resentful spirits are considered the driving force behind reviving the Druids cryptic experiment. I plan to fill this place with all consuming ire of these spirits. Even though I may burn in hell for these sins, if Elaine can be brought back to life, O shall have no regrets. December 5th, 1895 Rain I found out that the cauldron hidden in the basement held the key to the secret. Even though the book mentioned it, the well positioned trick door kept us from locating it's whereabouts. The Cauldron looks as if it is made of gold, but upon closer examination, the surfaces is so old that one cannot determine how long it has been in existence. I would guess that it is a prehistoric artifact made a few thousand, or maybe even tens of thousands of years ago and left to sit. We must quickly set up an alter and begin preparations for our ceremony. December 16th, 1895 Rain I ordered Ogden to acquire some livestock. 320 chickens and 43 pigs were purchased through a supplier in town. I arranged for ground transport but the fog did not help expedite the undertaking. I expect to be busy as soon as the delivery arrives. Animal offerings are an integral part of the Druid experiment. The cauldron must be filled with the freshest blood and flesh this where it begins. February 24th, 1896 Rain Rain the third experiment. Still no response. Even though I follow directions and offer the proper prayers, there are no signs of the spirits gaining any strength. I must return to the book and reread some parts since I can not proceed if here has been some misunderstanding of the text. Is there a problem with the way I conducted the experiment or are the offerings insufficient? Regardless, I need to think this over. Even though I may arrive at a terrifying realization, it is too late to fear anything now. I have come too far to be impeded by by fear. I am sure Ogden will understand. March 19th, 1896 Rain Return from London. The specially-ordered carriage seems to be working well. I have tapped three women in the baskets in back. I lured some victims out of an alley in the east end, had them sniff some chemicals pulled them into the carriage. But, since I was not used to my new role as an abductor, it took more time than I planned. I could not have done this without Ogden's help. I am deeply grateful to him. March 25, 1895 Rain I am still at a loss. I cannot make up my mind. Even if I can bring Elaine back to life, are my actions forgivable? I balk when presented with this dilemma. Bessy has been taking care of the women I've kidnapped, it's better than freezing in some corner of London. I hope this small gesture of kindness will be considered as an a prion act of repentance. I wonder if my small kindness will have any significance when held up to the horrendous act I am about to commit. March 31st, 1896 Rain I must make my mind up. I must. April 3rd, 1896 Storm Dear Lord, I have without a doubt committed a crime no human should have committed. I conducted the Druid experiment using the flesh and blood of the victims. I sensed the incredible energy of the spirits culminated into one when I poured the women's remains into the cauldron. As I had thought before, it is human flesh that needs to be offered up to fully release the effects of the procedures. What frightening, arcane process this is. The sounds of fury in the women's death screams have not left my ears. But I must go on. There is no turning back now. April 12th,1896 Rain Once again I preform the procedures. I once again round up four victims from London. Even though they are all old and barely have a thing to live for, when I contemplate talk their lives, it leaves me sick to my stomach. It may be due to my doubts that the spirits did not rise to such a powerful strength as before. I may have to use a younger, more vibrant source of energy of haunted spirits. I wonder how many victims the cauldron must swallow to be satisfied. June 5th, 1896 Rain I do have enough victims. The Saintly presence of Daniel Scotus inhibits us from claiming authoritative power. I have concluded that it will be necessary for us to offer many more lives before we are finished here. I have since found 35 more victims for seven separate experiments, but the spirits have not responded with much strength. I am in dire need of culminated strength of the spirits. I must come up with a way. I must come up with a more efficient way to procure my victims. July 15th, 1896 Rain I finally received the first shipment of my victims. Ogden was right when he suggested that we should offer the lord of the slave trade an enormous amount of money for this matter. He has no compassion for human life. The victims are not given much information and arrive at the monastery expecting a routine nights work. It is not necessary for us to go hunting for prey in town. With a few sugar-coated lies, there are plenty of people that climb right into the carriage. There is no one that will dare speak of what is to become of them. September 9th, 1896 Rain Poured the remains into the cauldron. The energy levels in the cauldron have clearly increased which makes me happy since it proves that I am heading in the right direction. It seems that lately I have become more efficient at preforming the tasks required for the procedures. However, Ogden and I cannot expect to become much more productive as it is impossible for us to hire help since we must keep this matter purely clandestine. I decided to place an order for a laboratory table from an equipment manufacturer in Manchester. It will take about a month to make but once we receive this, we will be able to manage many more experiments. October 3rd, 1896 Rain Butchered three bodies since morning. After lunch, we made repairs to the bell tower of the main church. After dinner with Bessy and Ogden I butchered three more bodies. The lab table has proven it's worth. The spirits have certainly increased i strength. At this rate, I may preparing for Elaine's resurrection before All Saints Day. October 14th,1896 Rain Six bodies butchered in the morning. Five in the afternoon. One after dinner. November 1st, 1896 Rain How I have been awaiting this day. The day to conduct Elaine's resurrection ceremony has finally arrived. The cauldron is brimming with the remains of my victims. This monastery is now consumed by the energies of preternatural spirits. Even a saint could not hold his ground against the powerful energy of these hexed spirits. I took Elaine's body, which had been preserved in chemicals for this very day, and placed it on the alter. I then began reciting the ceremonial chant. Elaine, you are still as beautiful as ever. I love you so much. Please forgive me for calling you back from the land of the dead. November 7th, 1896 Rain What is going on? I have lost all hope. All my efforts and Dreams have been only an illusion. The tree of life that grew upwards out of the corpse, as if wrapping Elaine's body, certainly the manifestation of the Druidic cryptic experiments that I had been seeking. If God is capable of creating beings out of nothingness, then this is a man-made example of His work. But to my horror, the image of my resurrected wife displayed in a flower petal looked just as she did before, yet it lacked a human soul. Indeed, it was a monster. Dear God, is this the punishment you have chosen for me? What have I accomplished by victimizing nearly two hundred innocent people? My only hope in life lay in believing that resurrection was possible and dreaming of the day when my wife Elaine would join me here in life on earth once again. Now I have nothing but a cauldron full of blood and hexed spirits, and a soulless monster. Is this the end that has been awaiting me? Dear Lord, have you no mercy? I only have one path left to follow I have lost too much. I cannot even find words to apologize to Ogden who has lent me his strength along the way. Now I only long to sleep in peace with my wife.