Sacred Shaman I: Ophiuchus

As you lift the draped moss hanging over the cave entrance, you see a wise but beautiful wolf mixing concoctions of sweet-smelling herbs into a hollowed basin. An aura of grace and serenity immediately dissolves your worries as she turns to face you. "Ah, hello dear! Are you hurt?" Her voice is light but assertive, just as her temperament, and she quickly rushes over. You chat for a while before getting ready to leave, "Please be safe out there, stay away from any danger, and oh-" She lowers her voice. "Keep your distance from the Prophet, for your own good."

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Whilst snooping around the Herbalist's Den, you unearth a worn journal from beneath a mound of soil and withered herbs. The name of its owner is scrawled out, but you can just barely make out an 'O' at the beginning. After a moment's hesitation, you decide to open the first page; a record of multiple entries are inside.

Entry 1 - "As the wisest of the pack, I've realised something no other wolf has. Something is amiss with the current Prophet; just who is He? My memory is blurred, perhaps it's due to my age, but I have no recollection regarding his completion of Solomon's Trial. In the possibility I lose my mind's rationality, I am recording my suspicions for another wolf to find. Hopefully it's not Him. "

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Entry 2 - "There's been an increase in strange behaviour from the Prophet of Solomon, along with the disappearances of certain pack members. They don't seem to follow a pattern as far as I'm aware. My time is running short: I must figure this out soon or those close to me shall fall victim to this snatcher."

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Entry 3 - I've always found it odd that the Prophet eats so little fresh-kill, yet His physique remains robust and his pelt sleeker than no other. Perhaps He has an alternative source of nutrition, to which I fear the worst when connecting the dots..."

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Entry 4 - "The Snatcher has striken again, this time it was a young pup. Gone without a trace. Perhaps whoever- or whatever is committing these atrocities lacks the morality to even be considered a wolf. Over the past few days, the mood of the pack has drastically changed. Our most stoic fighters have become skittish and frenzied in fear and the liveliest wolves silenced in terror. Yet the Prophet remains better than ever."

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The pages beyond entry 4 have been ripped from the journal, countless pages torn from existence in the hope to protect some sort of confidentiality. You flick frantically, desperate for more answers until you reach the final page. A single entry.

Entry ??? - "Everything is fine. The pack is fine. I am fine. No wolf was ever hurt. No wolf was ever taken. I never existed."