Trickster
Mesmer entity Trickster
This report is to document my encounter with the mesmeric entity known only as Trickster. The Collective has sealed away the entities in a very solid jail of magic and physical barriers. They believe that locking these entities away is the best for Tyria however I am torn and do not believe this the case.
Our knowledge of the mesmer entities are very limited as no proper study has been done on them until now.
I want to say that I am acting alone in doing this and understand the risks. I have nothing to lose if this attempt is fruitless. I have no family nor any loved ones. My life is dedicated to the Collective and researching.
Day One:
I reached out to contact the entity known as trickster. I had to take care to weave my way through the magical wards and barriers holding the entity. Thus far fruitless, I will try again over the coming days.
I will only report on days that have note or findings.
Day Five:
Today I have made a breakthrough. Past few days I bore a small hole through the wards that would not allow for escape but two-way communication. I was almost caught on many occasions in which I had to lie to the others for what I was doing. I do not like doing so but the desire for knowledge on these beings pushes me onward.
I have questions for them. how were they made? Did the Gods make them or were they before the Gods? Such answers I will find.
I must stop for now, the routine checking of the wards will be happening tonight. My window I placed will be closed, however, now that I know how to bore through, I will have an easier time establishing contact.
Day Twelve:
I did it! As I write this, I can hardly believe it. I established contact with them. It was brief as once again I was interrupted.
I even was allowed a glimpse of the being (I believe this entity may be shy.) What I saw was a marionette like in a child's play. Dressed in purple and green with makeup on its face and a grin affixed to its wooden face. The actual construction of the Marionette seems to be quite ancient as flecks of paint and nicks can be seen.
While the entity did not speak per say I was able to glean emotions as I probed it. At first, I received an intense sense of boredom. This turned to curiosity as I made my presence known to it. However, once I did the being would shut off all attempts for further probing quite hard, I don’t think it was malicious. I have a mission to go on, apparently, we found another entity and I am required to help capture this one.
Day Twenty:
I have made strides lately even going as far as having open dialogue with the being. I have gained understanding regarding its nature. It comes from a plain of existence like the mists, yet somehow set apart. A raw chaotic swirl of magic colliding and changing. While this is hard to believe I did not sense any falsehoods. It could be simply the mists and they occupy a section far away, far beyond anyone's comprehension which is a plausible idea.
Day Twenty-One:
He called out to me. He aches for something to do and he wishes to talk. I saw him in my dreams. Sitting behind a simple table. On which was a deck of cards which he eternally shuffled. He called for me to play with him, one a simple game of cards. This is my chance, I will go to him and play...
Agent report:
This report is to be filed with the report of Agent Sanders as a warning for who may repeat this costly mistake.
Agent Sanders has been under internal investigation due to a suspicion of weakening the wards surrounding the Entity: Trickster. He has been seen around the wards many times by the guards on duty. However due to his experience in maintaining the wards he was not stopped.
Over the period of 20 days the agent would subvert the containment of the Entity and establish contact, which in of itself put many of the Collective in danger. However, it appears the Entity did not escape but in the end Agent Sanders was pulled into the cell without his knowledge and ours.
We noted a powerful surge in the wards which prompted this investigation. We found that Agent Sanders had not only come into contact he was pulled into the Tricksters game. The game changes from person to person and those who enter are under the complete whim of the Trickster. We lost five men to this “game” when we captured the entity. However, with combined efforts we subdued the being before it was able to take any more of our agents out.
(Note: Our research into this game has found that people in the past who played his game have either been killed or rarely been given a boon. Despite being a boon, it also came with a curse. The favorite one the Trickster employs is asking if the winner would care to have love or have luck. If one chose the love, they would find their true destined one very quickly upon leaving the Tricksters game. However, this would prove ill as they would have a whirlwind romance before dying very soon after meeting the loved one. The exact timing is fairly indefinite however death always results from this choice.
If the person chose Luck than they would be given a bountiful amount of luck. Life would become easy for them and good event after good event will befall them. However, like a yo-yo the strings of life pull back. The person, while having a long life of good luck, will meet a gruesome death when luck is most needed. Invariably the person will find that fortunes turn for them in either the heat of battle or by happenstance. The exact moment is also akin to the other choice; indeterminate.)
Agent Sanders picked Luck as his choice and his story unfolded as the others in history did. He found a windfall of money that a long-lost relative gifted him when they died. He retired from the Collective to do his own research into whatever he found during his time with the trickster. He also began to live lavishly, spending his fortune in an ever-increasing frivolous manner.
His fortunes however would not hold out. His spending would not go unnoticed and one night his home was broken into when he was sleeping. Somehow Agent Sanders was able to awake before the blade sliced his throat, he fought back but his luck was gone. He was no match for the cut-throat.
We must learn from Agent Sander. Under no circumstance shall any agent attempt to contact any entity by themselves. We have lost too many people capturing and locking these beings away to have it come back on us now.
Agent B
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