The Brotherhood of Saint Cuthbert

The hour was late
and dusk approach’d
and swept the yellow vale.
The lantern dangled
from its perch
and shook throughout the gale.
The darkness crept
About their necks -
The brothers on the hill.
The winds were high,
The rains were hard,
But blood is thicker still.
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And through the gloam
A chilly voice
Rang clearly in the night:
“O brothers, be my
Brothers too-
Abandon thee your light."
They whispered back
with sheer resolve
That none could ever kill:
“The wood is wide
And rivers strong,
But blood is thicker still."
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But in the end,
They drank the cup
and could not have their fill.
For faith is pure
Like oceans deep,
But blood is thicker still.

-Common Tavern Song

The Brotherhood of Saint Cuthbert was originally a cloister of friars near Picadilly that mysteriously failed around forty years ago, leaving behind an empty and forbidding abbey on an isle surrounded by a stream. In truth, the abbey’s sinister past lies at the heart of strange occurrences in and around the town – missing persons, grisly murders, and a ubiquitous disquiet plaguing the otherwise sleepy agrarian town. In recent times, a group of outlaws hiding somewhere in the nearby wood are inflicted upon travelers on the Merchant’s road- relieving them of gold and goods. Why do these ruffians call themselves the Brotherhood, and what connection do they have to the defunct order?

The Brotherhood of Saint Cuthbert

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