Bubak

Ye Bubak or Babok liveth in the lonely wastes and marshes, appearing at the full of the moon to lure children by his sad keening cries, then stealing their souls. Some say that he weaves the souls of his victymes into a greate cloath that thi$ creature weareth as a cloake about his person, conferring greate strength of limb upon the wearer.

Bubak

The witch of Corvus Isle is not the only monstrosity living in those marshlands. While escaping her retched clutches I heard a child crying in the dead of night. I made my way waist deep through the thick sludge and found a basket lying between some bulrushes. A large sack lay with the basket and that is when I remembered the tale of the Bubak. I turned around and made my way off that cursed Isle as I was not equipped to capture or kill the creature – Miguel 1695

On the west side of Black Mountain I made my way through some fields when I heard a baby crying. I searched for a while until I made my way up towards a sack stuffed with straw it had a face made out of gourds They were used to scare away birds from eating the crops but the crops were all dead. I turned to see another on of these inventions but it was different. It stood tall and wore a hat. I prayed for sage passage as I noticed it move. I will tell the order about this creature – Sister Cyprian 1814

The Bubak has evolved in form from what I have read in the scrolls. It has taken on the appearance of a scarecrow now, tall and menacing. Its face sewn out of rags, its eyes as black as night. It chased me through the fields on the west side of the island. Its bottom half of its face are razor sharp teeth. It looked at me and mimicked the sound of a baby crying. Lighting a torch seemed to make it hesitant. I’m becoming more confident in my ability to stay alive. Miskelly 1913

I have once again come across the Bubak, this time much more prepared. As it weaved cloth from those poor souls it devoured out in the farm fields I set it alight. Its large black coat brushed against my skin and it felt like a bats wing would, the velvet texture began to burn but the creature vanished before my eyes, all that was left behind was a sack with a child’s face sewn into it. Probably to lure travelers in for the kill. – Miskelly 1915

While traveling around the Island I came across a few beautiful fields on the west side of Black Mountain, im aware of the Bubak and have noticed a structure of what looks like an old school out in one of the fields. The locals call it Corvus Mellori, a religious school of some sort. But what is interesting is all the scarecrows in the barren fields. – L 2016