Dagda Mór: Leans over the map, finger circling a spot Here... we go. Big... big treasure.
'he was a man of the people, whose conversation was always polite and considerate, and who never seemed to visit without carrying some gift, or bearing a compliment.'
Dagda Mór: Smirks, looking at MintyLoneliness Well, aren't you a charmer, lass. But let's not waste any time with pleasantries.
'he had been educated at the best schools, possessed an assured command of languages, and was fully up to date in all the latest scientific developments.'
Dagda Mór: Raises an eyebrow, impressed Impressive credentials, lass. But tell me, what makes you think this quest is worth the trouble?
'in this investigation he showed throughout his career as a soldier, and his conduct as a leader, that he was a man of the most rigid integrity, who would not stoop to personal gain or profit on any occasion.'
Dagda Mór: Nods approvingly Ah, a man of honor and integrity, huh? Well, that's rare these days. Alright, I'll bite.
'one evening while in the South he had the misfortune to be in a railway carriage which ran into a most frightful accident.'
Dagda Mór: Leans back, smirking A man of adventure, eh? I like your style, lass. So, what's the plan?
'the train was thrown off the rails by the explosion, and although the passenger department were subsequently granted compensation, only a few were found dead, mostly from being thrown about.'
Dagda Mór: Raises an eyebrow, intrigued Only a few dead, you say? Now that's an adventure I'd like to hear more about.
'a great many were injured, however, and amongst these were many of the train staff and engine crew.'
Dagda Mór: Grins mischievously Ah, a disaster waiting to happen, isn't it? But fear not, lass, for I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
'the cause of the accident was determined to be a massive quantity of explosive being transported on the train, intended for use in munitions.'
Dagda Mór: Taps his fingers on the table, deep in thought Explosive, eh? Well, that just might come in handy.
'the investigation also revealed that the transportation and storage of explosives was poorly regulated at the time, with little regard for the safety of those involved in handling them.'
Dagda Mór: Chuckles Oh, the irony! They were their own worst enemies, weren't they?
'the formal investigation into the incident took place later, long after the war, and it was found that the poor regulations in place at the time had greatly contributed to the likelihood of such an accident occurring.'
Dagda Mór: Smirks Well, ain't that a kick in the pants? Looks like we've got ourselves a recipe for disaster, lass.
'in addition, several witnesses reported seeing strange, otherworldly creatures amidst the wreckage.'
Dagda Mór: Leans forward, eyes gleaming with excitement Otherworldly creatures, you say? Now that's piqued my interest. Tell me more.
'the exact nature of these beings remains a mystery, as most of the survivors were either too injured or too terrified to provide a coherent description.'
Dagda Mór: Leans back, chuckling Oh, you can't leave me hanging like that, lass. Give me a clue, will ya? What did these creatures look like?
'descriptions varied widely, but most agreed that they were tall, human-like figures with grotesque features and a tendency to lurk in the shadows.'
Dagda Mór: Smirks Grotesque figures, huh? Sounds like a regular party. Count me in, lass. Let's get to unraveling these mysteries.
'it is said that if you are fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of one of these beings, death will soon follow.'
Dagda Mór: Laughs Well, ain't that a grim greeting? But fear not, lass. Death has a way of finding the unwary, doesn't it?
"If you're unfortunate enough to see them on your way to work, you won't make it home in time for dinner."
Dagda Mór: Raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, ain't that a delightful way to start the day?
'it is also said that if you are fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of one of these beings at night, death will soon follow.'
Dagda Mór: Chuckles Night or day, seems like death is always lurking around the corner. Well, I suppose we could consider ourselves lucky, lass.
'from the detailed reports of the time, it is evident that the presence of these creatures greatly exacerbated the already chaotic and traumatic conditions of the aftermath of the accident.'
Dagda Mór: Nods thoughtfully Chaos and trauma, eh? Sounds like a regular carnival. But fear not, lass.
'in the days following the disaster, the government made a concerted effort to conceal the true nature of these beings and to maintain that the strange occurrences were the result of the chaos and confusion following the accident.'
Dagda Mór: Smirks Conceal the truth, eh? Well, they certainly have a knack for spinning tales, don't they? But fear not, lass.
'the people living near the site of the accident soon began to tell their own stories, passed down orally from generation to generation, and these stories speak of the strange beings that roamed the wreckage, picking through the bodies and belongings of the victims like vultures.'
Dagda Mór: Chuckles Well, ain't that a spooky tale? Vultures, eh? Guess they found their own twisted version of opportunity in the chaos.
'the people living near the site of the accident soon began to attribute all manner of supernatural properties to these mysterious beings, claiming that they could appear and disappear at will, even materialize out of thin air.'
Dagda Mór: Smirks Supernatural properties, eh? Materialize out of thin air? Well, now we're talking! Sounds like these creatures might have a trick or two up their sleeves.
'they claimed that the creatures were able to sense the presence of others of their kind, almost like they possessed some sort of telepathic ability.'
Dagda Mór: Rubs his chin, intrigued Telepathic abilities, you say? Now that's a party trick I'd love to witness.
'the people also claimed that the creatures were drawn by some unseen force to the wreckage of the train, as if they were attracted to the site by an invisible thread.'
Dagda Mór: Grins mischievously An invisible thread, eh? Attracted to the wreckage like bees to honey? Well, now we're cooking with gas, lass.