Père Kewgsmkri was a senior Inquisitor and also an ordained priest with a decades-long record of unblemished service, such that he had served as interim High Inquisitor to the Archpère Sabaic. However, at the height of his power, Père Kewgsmkri abruptly walked away from the Church. The reasons for this were never elaborated upon, but rumor holds that he refused his final mission and, instead, denounced his vows of chastity to marry. There is no record of who his wife was, but he was seen with his two young daughters in a remote village by the inhabitants there.
Over time, though, Kewgsmkri was seen less and less, and when encountered he would be ever cloaked, ignoring others and refusing to respond. His daughters, too, were seen less and always cloaked when moving about. Eventually, the village to which Kewgsmkri had retired reported that residents had begun to disappear. Jaegers sent to find them similarly disappeared, and over time the disappearances spread to other nearby villages. No one knew exactly where Père Kewgsmkri’s estate was, but the area around it had become fraught with strange perils.
After that, there were occasional sightings of a figure believed to be Kewgsmkri, as they wore his hat and cloak, but the descriptions were in the realm of pure fantasy–a skeletal being, with long distorted face bones beneath burning eyes. Often, there was a pale and terrified face visible as well, according to reports, though whether one of the Kewgsmkri girls or not remains unclear. In all attested reports, however, the Père is quite real and substantial, if horrifying, while the other being, if present, is a spectral shade.
Contact is not advised, and ranged weapons or musketry are strongly encouraged should engagement become necessary.
High Inquisitor’s Note:
There are some who believe that the Père was twisted and driven mad by the deaths of his family, and made a dark bargain to extend their existence. Others hold that Mme. Kewgsmkri may have been a horror of the sort Père Kewgsmkri had once been sworn to root out, with the disappearances mere food to sate otherworldly spouse and spawn. I, who had little contact with Père Kewgsmkri while he was within the embrace of the church, have often been asked what I think. My first answer is usually that I suspect all stories have an element of truth. My second is that I do not want to know, and hope never to learn.
