Subject: OX-024 – Leviathan
Threat Level: Minoris
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OX-024 is a singular Xenos entity living in the oceans of the Feral World Alvona, and occupies a semi-mythical reputation amongst the inhabitants of that planet.
Rumoured to have existed in that world’s ocean since humans first colonised it, OX-024 is said to be responsible for the deaths and catastrophes of many seamen on ******. In appearance, it is said to be a colossal beast, larger than even the ancient Terran Balaenoptera musculus, and far more aggressive. Scant reports of OX-024 have surfaced, due in large part to the great technological decay of the Alvonans, who operate on a technological age remarkably similar to Terra’s Iron Age. The only recorded evidence of OX-024’s existence is in the saga of “Grindan Sea-Eye” and other popular folk-stories. I shall continue my research amongst the tribesmen myself, to see if I cannot glean more concrete evidence of this entity’s existence.
Update: I have since spent two weeks amongst the Alvonan tribesmen in an attempt to glean a better understanding of OX-024. Largely, my searchings have been unfortunately fruitless, although one source has bore some information, if only a little.
I met with a man called Hilberht, who claimed to have survived an attack from the entity which he calls the “Batarend”, or when translated to more common veins of Gothic, the “Ship-Render”. Forthwith, I conducted a short interview with the man in which he did divulge some scarce information onto me, although I undoubtedly plan to investigate further.
Transcript: Interview of Hilberht of the Scetheling Tribe:
Interviewer: Silvanus Zharkov.
Interviewee: Hilberht Gorthridsson.
Silvanus: “This is Silvanus Zharkov speaking… I have here present with me Hilberht of the-”
<a hiss of static, followed by a rapid shuffling of paper. A distinctly coarse dialect of Low Gothic is heard in the static.>
Sil.: “Hilberht of the Sietheling Tribe.”
Hilberht: “Nay. Scetheling.”
<A disgruntled sigh>
“Sil.: Scetheling. Very well. Let this interview commence. You claim to have seen OX-024, or rather, what you name the “Batarend”. Is this correct?”
Sil.: “And… You have seen this while surviving an attack from this entity.”
Sil.: “Will you describe the encounter?”
“To a Wehl? Nay.”
<There is the sound of further shuffling of furled robes, and then a sharp click.>
Hil.: “Oh, aye, aye. I’ll speak.”
Sil.: “Excellent. By all means, continue.”
Hil.: “Well… Was many moons ago, I suspect. Me and my crew set off along the black-ways, through Marregn. We were set to harry those curs’d Rycelings, but we never arrived.”
Sil.: “How so?”
Hil.: “Eventually, we decided to sail the coast. Quicker than going through the rivers. Too skinny. Too well-known. On the third night of our voyage, I was on deck, when His Eye set below the seas, and we were all in darkness. Nary a flicker of light. It was then I realised that the stars had gone too, and when I looked o’er the side of the ship, I saw that a great fin had come over the side and blotted out the stars…”
Sil: “How did the beast get so close to your ship without alerting you?”
Hil.: “Who am I to know? The sea is its domain. It knows it better than a man knows hisself.”
<A blurt of static. A chuckle, perhaps.>
“Very well. What happened next?”
Hil.: “It struck. The ship was turned o’er in a hurry, and as it were battered over onto its belly, half the crew fell out with it. I remember being dazed, swimmin’ through the water without a thought and seeing nothin’ but blackness, and four eyes peerin’ out at me.
“Aye. Beast’s got four eyes. All the better to see its prey. They were huge, bigger than you, or me, or the hall we sit in. I remember a terrible crunch – and then the vessel that we’d travelled in snapped in twain, and the Batarend did it as easy as a child snaps a twig.”
Sil.: “You saw all of this?”
Hil.: “Aye. Swear it on the name of my father. I hit my cap on a rock, and all I remember afterwards is blackness an’ hurt.”
“How did you survive, then?”
<There is the sound of a sharp sigh, and a short moment of silence.>
Hil.: “He was watchin’ out for me. Must have been. I don’t remember anyone else who got out alive, but I remember comin’ to, on the shore, tangled in reeds an’ mud an’ hurtin’ like mad. I managed to make my way back home, an’ the shaman tended to me for weeks until I was better again.”
Sil.: “I… I see. Do you remember anything else about it? Patterns, noises… Anything at all?”
“Nay. Too busy swimmin’ away and hurlin’ meself at rocks, I s’pose.”
Sil.: “I see. Well. I… Thank you for your help, Hilberht. May the Emperor watch over you.”
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