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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The area 3 sq kilometers about SCP-XXXX is to be fenced and the area is to appear as a wildlife preservation site for the highly endangered Gray Wolves. Any attempts of expansion made by the working echelon of SCP-XXXX are to be thwarted and undone as quickly as possible. 5
The Wilderpeople
In olden Germany, a castle rests. Rotwood roots grasp at the stonework, and tear it from its belonging. The battlements are leafy, the once proud orange banners are a dull brown now. None of the outsiders stir here, for their heresies have mistook this place a failure of their own. (Decommissioned nuclear plant, or atleast the oracle has made them mistake it for one) In the heart of the fortress is a ceremony of mourning, for the boy breathes naught a breath. His spirit is elsewhere now, but a grim feeling be upon the mother that it be not in the heavens above. Sits then, still exasperated, the cuckolded father in the bastard's funeral. Even he, in his vindictiveness that put away and destroyed the jestersome incubus that robbed him of his pride, could not stop the fates from laughing aloud from on high. What is the plague?
An anomalous substance, a conscious extension of the now barely living bones of the alchemist. The alchemist was a smart man, though mistake followed in his clumsy wake, and he was brought to humiliation, to the station of a jester. And jester he did, and his clumsiness followed painfully. Too well, was he a jester, and remained as one for years to liven the courts at the cost of his sacred pride. The king's wife, endeared perhaps by motherly bearing to the jester's ability to put joyous health in all as opposed to the king's cold chastity, sought him romantically. Vengeance broiling still in his humiliated heart, the jester happily bedded the woman many nights. Soon a boy was born, and the secret of illegitimacy spread no further than the the jester, the queen, and the king. Raised he was a prince, though hated a traitor by the father. The jester was put low, deep in the dungeons, where his hatred waxed and waxed further. In his evil fury, he concocted a thing of unspeakable ill. A mix of plague and tree, of rot and wood. It grasped, it grew, it sought all who served under the orange banner faithfully. The peasants and beggars were easy picking, left to smashed skeletons and tree roots. The knights were consumed in their armor, their blades peaked leafy and thorny. High the branches reached, and the queen was at the least bounded to her throne. For the boy, though, whom the plaguemaster cherished as a son, he had contorted the branches to form a wooden cradle, where the child should rest. In then did all share spirit through the wiry needles of the plaguetree, joyously revelling in their own maddened minds while they paid homage to their old forsaken duties. The knights still toiled about in training, mirroring some mirage of their once duly-paid 'honor', the peasants still tending to their dead flocks of sheep and lamb. The court sitting, tied to their large chairs, laughing madly at a joke they forgot long ago. Though, the father be untouched by the vile roots, and was greatly displeased to see all reveling under the scheming jester's wooden wing. So, he took what was his as king and raped his wife, the queen, and through her choking roots bore a child untouched by the plague. Pure was he, in his father's eyes, the foil to the bastard. Where the pure touch of the boy went, the rot stung and burned. His father placed in this boy of his this same grievous hatred he held, and soon amongst a fortress of rotten bark and roots was a child who hated it all. He took force as the true-blooded prince, and through torture and fear coaxed those taken by the rot to serve him. The jesterborn son, he strangled, burning his wood-rotted body and tossing the spirit far elsewhere. Soon enough the father passed, and in his stead was a young, virulent king. Arisen in the place of a once joyous, mad court was one of fear and sycophantism. The knights' armour sprouted heftier thorns, their size grew large and they more feral. Soon the grow hostile to others, and send knights and soldiers out of the castle. They send a messenger beyond to reach the papacy, but the time is much different now. It is modern, far beyond their perception. The hostilities reach the eyes of the foundation in due time.

edit: no jester anomalous activity, diplomacy achieved by staff feigning royal house. We find castle after some disappearances, and send a first contact team to examine it. they discover the creatures a little bit in that run away, except for one that was exterminated and samples recovered. the samples decayed at the foundation due to distance from castle heart, though a small legion of soldiers with siege weapons approach the foundation. The siege is quickly destroyed, and samples are recovered. Fire is extremely effective against the forces, and they quickly contain them to the castle. However, the foolish public bravery of the scp deems it necessary to be more careful to avoid drawing unwanted public attention. Performing a drone examination of the castle and planting a bug in the court reveals secrets. it is revealed that the plague within the castle quickly regenerates and the entities cannot be killed within the castle.