'This way' Lucas leaves the shop and scuttles into a culvert by the side of the road
Porter follows, his rifle on his back.
Eventually, they reach a small, dank chamber filled with various ritual objects. Rainwater drips in from a grate in the roof. 'This is the works so far'
Eventually, they reach a small, dank chamber filled with various ritual objects. Rainwater drips in from a grate in the roof. 'This is the works so far'
He nods. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'm looking at."
Eventually, they reach a small, dank chamber filled with various ritual objects. Rainwater drips in from a grate in the roof. 'This is the works so far'
He nods. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'm looking at."
'This is the energy collector. Underneath a decent sized and growing town like this, there's always dark energy being produced. some traces get washed down with the rain'
The Slink is doing his errands- doing small good deeds around the town whilst avoiding being spotted
A group of young paranormalists have just arrived in a camper van
He notices the demon's shadow again, replacing the shadow of a public mailbox. "How's it going... Luther? I heard someone call you something like that, but I wasn't paying attention."
Their equipment suddenly goes haywire. They see a path leading out into the woods, the dirt charred black despite the vegetation being unharmed. Its edges are lined with the bones of small animals.
The Slink is doing his errands- doing small good deeds around the town whilst avoiding being spotted
A group of young paranormalists have just arrived in a camper van
He notices the demon's shadow again, replacing the shadow of a public mailbox. "How's it going... Luther? I heard someone call you something like that, but I wasn't paying attention."
Their equipment suddenly goes haywire. They see a path leading out into the woods, the dirt charred black despite the vegetation being unharmed. Its edges are lined with the bones of small animals.
'Luther... That's not my...' he can't finish the sentence. 'How much do you know, demon?'
'Look, weren't we here for the meeting at the library? This sure as hell don't look like a library. Maybe the masked cowboy is messing with us'
He notices the demon's shadow again, replacing the shadow of a public mailbox. "How's it going... Luther? I heard someone call you something like that, but I wasn't paying attention."
Their equipment suddenly goes haywire. They see a path leading out into the woods, the dirt charred black despite the vegetation being unharmed. Its edges are lined with the bones of small animals.
'Luther... That's not my...' he can't finish the sentence. 'How much do you know, demon?'
'Look, weren't we here for the meeting at the library? This sure as hell don't look like a library. Maybe the masked cowboy is messing with us'
The demon chuckles. "Bad question. I cannot know what I do not know. Even one who knows everything cannot be certain that they know any percentage of anything. Would you like to rephrase, friend?"
"It depends on which library you're looking for. The old one is this way, in the abandoned part of town. It's full of secrets, but many are dangerous." The voice has no visible origin. "Surely, you're curious?"
He notices the demon's shadow again, replacing the shadow of a public mailbox. "How's it going... Luther? I heard someone call you something like that, but I wasn't paying attention."
Their equipment suddenly goes haywire. They see a path leading out into the woods, the dirt charred black despite the vegetation being unharmed. Its edges are lined with the bones of small animals.
'Luther... That's not my...' he can't finish the sentence. 'How much do you know, demon?'
'Look, weren't we here for the meeting at the library? This sure as hell don't look like a library. Maybe the masked cowboy is messing with us'
The demon chuckles. "Bad question. I cannot know what I do not know. Even one who knows everything cannot be certain that they know any percentage of anything. Would you like to rephrase, friend?"
"It depends on which library you're looking for. The old one is this way, in the abandoned part of town. It's full of secrets, but many are dangerous." The voice has no visible origin. "Surely, you're curious?"
'Do you remember a Luther? Or is it coincidence? He was a predecessor of mine'
'Sure, let's go check this out. This had better not be a prank, we're filming.' If they are being watched, then the watcher can see that the leader is holding a red and black pamphlet advertising a cryptid hunting meeting
The demon chuckles. "Bad question. I cannot know what I do not know. Even one who knows everything cannot be certain that they know any percentage of anything. Would you like to rephrase, friend?"
"It depends on which library you're looking for. The old one is this way, in the abandoned part of town. It's full of secrets, but many are dangerous." The voice has no visible origin. "Surely, you're curious?"
'Do you remember a Luther? Or is it coincidence? He was a predecessor of mine'
'Sure, let's go check this out. This had better not be a prank, we're filming.' If they are being watched, then the watcher can see that the leader is holding a red and black pamphlet advertising a cryptid hunting meeting
"Ah, probably a coincidence. The name Luther is familiar, but I forget who was attached to it. It could have been your predecessor. It's been quite a long time." The long shadow 'sits' down against the mailbox.
"Oh. You're hunters. What a shame. I thought you were mere documentarians." All the birds on the trail are silent. The voice comes from straight ahead of them on the path.
The demon chuckles. "Bad question. I cannot know what I do not know. Even one who knows everything cannot be certain that they know any percentage of anything. Would you like to rephrase, friend?"
"It depends on which library you're looking for. The old one is this way, in the abandoned part of town. It's full of secrets, but many are dangerous." The voice has no visible origin. "Surely, you're curious?"
'Do you remember a Luther? Or is it coincidence? He was a predecessor of mine'
'Sure, let's go check this out. This had better not be a prank, we're filming.' If they are being watched, then the watcher can see that the leader is holding a red and black pamphlet advertising a cryptid hunting meeting
"Ah, probably a coincidence. The name Luther is familiar, but I forget who was attached to it. It could have been your predecessor. It's been quite a long time." The long shadow 'sits' down against the mailbox.
"Oh. You're hunters. What a shame. I thought you were mere documentarians." All the birds on the trail are silent. The voice comes from straight ahead of them on the path.
'So, what ya come to talk to me about? Business?'
'We're urban explorers. Dan here has a video channel'
"Ah, probably a coincidence. The name Luther is familiar, but I forget who was attached to it. It could have been your predecessor. It's been quite a long time." The long shadow 'sits' down against the mailbox.
"Oh. You're hunters. What a shame. I thought you were mere documentarians." All the birds on the trail are silent. The voice comes from straight ahead of them on the path.
'So, what ya come to talk to me about? Business?'
'We're urban explorers. Dan here has a video channel'
"Just checking up on you. You're a precious thing, even without taking your blessing and machine into account."
"Urbex? Nice. I hang around abandoned buildings a lot, too. All sorts of creepy stuff to find there. Why would you go Cryptid Hunting, then? Not like they'd let you show off Bigfoot's corpse." The steeple of a dilapidated church can be seen through the trees. The voice whistles.
"Ah, probably a coincidence. The name Luther is familiar, but I forget who was attached to it. It could have been your predecessor. It's been quite a long time." The long shadow 'sits' down against the mailbox.
"Oh. You're hunters. What a shame. I thought you were mere documentarians." All the birds on the trail are silent. The voice comes from straight ahead of them on the path.
'So, what ya come to talk to me about? Business?'
'We're urban explorers. Dan here has a video channel'
"Just checking up on you. You're a precious thing, even without taking your blessing and machine into account."
"Urbex? Nice. I hang around abandoned buildings a lot, too. All sorts of creepy stuff to find there. Why would you go Cryptid Hunting, then? Not like they'd let you show off Bigfoot's corpse." The steeple of a dilapidated church can be seen through the trees. The voice whistles.
'Sure, sure. So you know about the blessing then, don't think I'm just some kinda crazy hermit. I know you're a demon, and you seem to be of the sociable sort'
'Saw there was an event going on, thought we couldn't miss it! All kinda freaky going-ons here in Balios, like that messed up half-put-together undead dude on a revenge spree, and the thing that lives in the sewer'
"Just checking up on you. You're a precious thing, even without taking your blessing and machine into account."
"Urbex? Nice. I hang around abandoned buildings a lot, too. All sorts of creepy stuff to find there. Why would you go Cryptid Hunting, then? Not like they'd let you show off Bigfoot's corpse." The steeple of a dilapidated church can be seen through the trees. The voice whistles.
'Sure, sure. So you know about the blessing then, don't think I'm just some kinda crazy hermit. I know you're a demon, and you seem to be of the sociable sort'
'Saw there was an event going on, thought we couldn't miss it! All kinda freaky going-ons here in Balios, like that messed up half-put-together undead dude on a revenge spree, and the thing that lives in the sewer'
"Anyone with an ounce of sense can see that you're blessed, and anyone with an occult background can see I'm a demon. Neither of us have great observations here. Maybe we should get to know each other better."
"I'm gonna stop you there. Don't mess with the guy in the sewers. He's just trying to survive, and people keep poking and prodding at him. He's not an exotic animal to be studied. Balios is a freak show, but he's not part of it. Anyway, we're here." They're at the church. "There's a library inside."
"Just checking up on you. You're a precious thing, even without taking your blessing and machine into account."
"Urbex? Nice. I hang around abandoned buildings a lot, too. All sorts of creepy stuff to find there. Why would you go Cryptid Hunting, then? Not like they'd let you show off Bigfoot's corpse." The steeple of a dilapidated church can be seen through the trees. The voice whistles.
'Sure, sure. So you know about the blessing then, don't think I'm just some kinda crazy hermit. I know you're a demon, and you seem to be of the sociable sort'
'Saw there was an event going on, thought we couldn't miss it! All kinda freaky going-ons here in Balios, like that messed up half-put-together undead dude on a revenge spree, and the thing that lives in the sewer'
"Anyone with an ounce of sense can see that you're blessed, and anyone with an occult background can see I'm a demon. Neither of us have great observations here. Maybe we should get to know each other better."
"I'm gonna stop you there. Don't mess with the guy in the sewers. He's just trying to survive, and people keep poking and prodding at him. He's not an exotic animal to be studied. Balios is a freak show, but he's not part of it. Anyway, we're here." They're at the church. "There's a library inside."
'Maybe so. So, who are you? What brings ya here? What's ya favourite pizza topping?'
'That's not what the leaflet... ok, ok. This place looks sufficiently creepy, we're convinced'. The urban explorers go inside. 'There's been a load of recent paranormal activity in Balios, looks like word is getting out. It's all over the web now'
"Anyone with an ounce of sense can see that you're blessed, and anyone with an occult background can see I'm a demon. Neither of us have great observations here. Maybe we should get to know each other better."
"I'm gonna stop you there. Don't mess with the guy in the sewers. He's just trying to survive, and people keep poking and prodding at him. He's not an exotic animal to be studied. Balios is a freak show, but he's not part of it. Anyway, we're here." They're at the church. "There's a library inside."
'Maybe so. So, who are you? What brings ya here? What's ya favourite pizza topping?'
'That's not what the leaflet... ok, ok. This place looks sufficiently creepy, we're convinced'. The urban explorers go inside. 'There's been a load of recent paranormal activity in Balios, looks like word is getting out. It's all over the web now'
"I am called Feast. I'm here because I'm trying to end a cycle of abuse that predates my grandparents. And my favorite topping is... hmm... extra cheese, but I also like onions. What about you? Why are you here?"
"Yeah, this place is a breeding ground for horrors. I should know." The spirit leads the group to a library filled with bone chimes and burnt crosses. "Do any of you happen to have faith in Jesus?"
"Anyone with an ounce of sense can see that you're blessed, and anyone with an occult background can see I'm a demon. Neither of us have great observations here. Maybe we should get to know each other better."
"I'm gonna stop you there. Don't mess with the guy in the sewers. He's just trying to survive, and people keep poking and prodding at him. He's not an exotic animal to be studied. Balios is a freak show, but he's not part of it. Anyway, we're here." They're at the church. "There's a library inside."
'Maybe so. So, who are you? What brings ya here? What's ya favourite pizza topping?'
'That's not what the leaflet... ok, ok. This place looks sufficiently creepy, we're convinced'. The urban explorers go inside. 'There's been a load of recent paranormal activity in Balios, looks like word is getting out. It's all over the web now'
"I am called Feast. I'm here because I'm trying to end a cycle of abuse that predates my grandparents. And my favorite topping is... hmm... extra cheese, but I also like onions. What about you? Why are you here?"
"Yeah, this place is a breeding ground for horrors. I should know." The spirit leads the group to a library filled with bone chimes and burnt crosses. "Do any of you happen to have faith in Jesus?"
'End a cycle of abuse? That sounds like as good a motivation as it could be. Can't imagine growing up in the Hells was easy. And yeah, cheese is good. Onions are also good. Some say they're like worms, but I disagree. Had enough friends who ate worms, they'd disagree as well. Me? I'm here 'cause dark stuff's going on. Can't counteract any of it if I'm in New York or Seattle, or hitched a ride on the old flying ship just yet'
A couple of the explorers raise their hands. 'What is this place?'. Dan is taking photos
"I am called Feast. I'm here because I'm trying to end a cycle of abuse that predates my grandparents. And my favorite topping is... hmm... extra cheese, but I also like onions. What about you? Why are you here?"
"Yeah, this place is a breeding ground for horrors. I should know." The spirit leads the group to a library filled with bone chimes and burnt crosses. "Do any of you happen to have faith in Jesus?"
'End a cycle of abuse? That sounds like as good a motivation as it could be. Can't imagine growing up in the Hells was easy. And yeah, cheese is good. Onions are also good. Some say they're like worms, but I disagree. Had enough friends who ate worms, they'd disagree as well. Me? I'm here 'cause dark stuff's going on. Can't counteract any of it if I'm in New York or Seattle, or hitched a ride on the old flying ship just yet'
A couple of the explorers raise their hands. 'What is this place?'. Dan is taking photos
"Those are some good reasons. I've seen what kind of terrible things can happen if no one stops evil. Things get worse and worse until there's nothing worth saving. Fortunately, there's usually at least one good person fighting back. Hooray for statistics."
"My library." Feast's true form walks in... all 11 feet of tattered red fabric and lanky proportions. "I've stored all sorts of goodies in here. Lots of fiction in here, and plenty of useful information pretending to be fiction."
'Hooray indeed. Can't leave this place to get consumed by evil. Been setting up a way to distil dark energy so that hopefully, Nightmares won't have to hunt mortals to get it.'
'Who are you? Is that a costume? It's a good one!' One of them goes looking through the books, for information about the 'bandaged vengeful guy'
'Hooray indeed. Can't leave this place to get consumed by evil. Been setting up a way to distil dark energy so that hopefully, Nightmares won't have to hunt mortals to get it.'
'Who are you? Is that a costume? It's a good one!' One of them goes looking through the books, for information about the 'bandaged vengeful guy'
"Sounds like a good idea, but it might be harder than you're expecting. The forces of Hell have been doing something like that since, you know, Hell existed, but never up here. They basically dredged dark energy directly out of the Nocturne. Nightmares spawn from Dark Energy, so you might find that your supplies have feotid entities swimming in them. Baby Nightmares, basically."
"Oh, it's not a costume. What you see before you is an honest-to-goodness paranormal entity. Nephilim, technically, and a tall one at that." They loom over the guy looking through the books. "Whatcha lookin' for?"
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Porter follows, his rifle on his back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eventually, they reach a small, dank chamber filled with various ritual objects. Rainwater drips in from a grate in the roof. 'This is the works so far'
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He nods. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'm looking at."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'This is the energy collector. Underneath a decent sized and growing town like this, there's always dark energy being produced. some traces get washed down with the rain'
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The Slink is doing his errands- doing small good deeds around the town whilst avoiding being spotted
A group of young paranormalists have just arrived in a camper van
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He notices the demon's shadow again, replacing the shadow of a public mailbox. "How's it going... Luther? I heard someone call you something like that, but I wasn't paying attention."
Their equipment suddenly goes haywire. They see a path leading out into the woods, the dirt charred black despite the vegetation being unharmed. Its edges are lined with the bones of small animals.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Luther... That's not my...' he can't finish the sentence. 'How much do you know, demon?'
'Look, weren't we here for the meeting at the library? This sure as hell don't look like a library. Maybe the masked cowboy is messing with us'
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The demon chuckles. "Bad question. I cannot know what I do not know. Even one who knows everything cannot be certain that they know any percentage of anything. Would you like to rephrase, friend?"
"It depends on which library you're looking for. The old one is this way, in the abandoned part of town. It's full of secrets, but many are dangerous." The voice has no visible origin. "Surely, you're curious?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Do you remember a Luther? Or is it coincidence? He was a predecessor of mine'
'Sure, let's go check this out. This had better not be a prank, we're filming.' If they are being watched, then the watcher can see that the leader is holding a red and black pamphlet advertising a cryptid hunting meeting
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"Ah, probably a coincidence. The name Luther is familiar, but I forget who was attached to it. It could have been your predecessor. It's been quite a long time." The long shadow 'sits' down against the mailbox.
"Oh. You're hunters. What a shame. I thought you were mere documentarians." All the birds on the trail are silent. The voice comes from straight ahead of them on the path.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'So, what ya come to talk to me about? Business?'
'We're urban explorers. Dan here has a video channel'
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"Just checking up on you. You're a precious thing, even without taking your blessing and machine into account."
"Urbex? Nice. I hang around abandoned buildings a lot, too. All sorts of creepy stuff to find there. Why would you go Cryptid Hunting, then? Not like they'd let you show off Bigfoot's corpse."
The steeple of a dilapidated church can be seen through the trees. The voice whistles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Sure, sure. So you know about the blessing then, don't think I'm just some kinda crazy hermit. I know you're a demon, and you seem to be of the sociable sort'
'Saw there was an event going on, thought we couldn't miss it! All kinda freaky going-ons here in Balios, like that messed up half-put-together undead dude on a revenge spree, and the thing that lives in the sewer'
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"Anyone with an ounce of sense can see that you're blessed, and anyone with an occult background can see I'm a demon. Neither of us have great observations here. Maybe we should get to know each other better."
"I'm gonna stop you there. Don't mess with the guy in the sewers. He's just trying to survive, and people keep poking and prodding at him. He's not an exotic animal to be studied. Balios is a freak show, but he's not part of it. Anyway, we're here." They're at the church. "There's a library inside."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Maybe so. So, who are you? What brings ya here? What's ya favourite pizza topping?'
'That's not what the leaflet... ok, ok. This place looks sufficiently creepy, we're convinced'. The urban explorers go inside. 'There's been a load of recent paranormal activity in Balios, looks like word is getting out. It's all over the web now'
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"I am called Feast. I'm here because I'm trying to end a cycle of abuse that predates my grandparents. And my favorite topping is... hmm... extra cheese, but I also like onions. What about you? Why are you here?"
"Yeah, this place is a breeding ground for horrors. I should know." The spirit leads the group to a library filled with bone chimes and burnt crosses. "Do any of you happen to have faith in Jesus?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'End a cycle of abuse? That sounds like as good a motivation as it could be. Can't imagine growing up in the Hells was easy. And yeah, cheese is good. Onions are also good. Some say they're like worms, but I disagree. Had enough friends who ate worms, they'd disagree as well. Me? I'm here 'cause dark stuff's going on. Can't counteract any of it if I'm in New York or Seattle, or hitched a ride on the old flying ship just yet'
A couple of the explorers raise their hands. 'What is this place?'. Dan is taking photos
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"Those are some good reasons. I've seen what kind of terrible things can happen if no one stops evil. Things get worse and worse until there's nothing worth saving. Fortunately, there's usually at least one good person fighting back. Hooray for statistics."
"My library." Feast's true form walks in... all 11 feet of tattered red fabric and lanky proportions. "I've stored all sorts of goodies in here. Lots of fiction in here, and plenty of useful information pretending to be fiction."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hooray indeed. Can't leave this place to get consumed by evil. Been setting up a way to distil dark energy so that hopefully, Nightmares won't have to hunt mortals to get it.'
'Who are you? Is that a costume? It's a good one!' One of them goes looking through the books, for information about the 'bandaged vengeful guy'
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"Sounds like a good idea, but it might be harder than you're expecting. The forces of Hell have been doing something like that since, you know, Hell existed, but never up here. They basically dredged dark energy directly out of the Nocturne. Nightmares spawn from Dark Energy, so you might find that your supplies have feotid entities swimming in them. Baby Nightmares, basically."
"Oh, it's not a costume. What you see before you is an honest-to-goodness paranormal entity. Nephilim, technically, and a tall one at that." They loom over the guy looking through the books. "Whatcha lookin' for?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels