Amatarou is wearing his cat-themed mask (like a fabric COVID mask), standing over an NEO agent on the floor of the back alley. The rain washes the blood off his clear plastic gloves as he holds out his arms to his sides, an overlarge knife in his hands. His eyes are dilated, staring up into the rain as he breathes heavily. He closes his eyes and starts to slowly turn round and round in place. You can practically hear the reverie just watching him.
You turn round and round and round. And then there appears during one of your revolutions a flash of bleach blonde hair in the night over the glitter of three, spiked nose rings which shine like rebellious stars over a smirking mouth.
He does not see the other Nightmare but rather smells them. He stops after fully facing the opposite direction before opening his eyes and lowering his arms, the power high aborted midway through. "Do you like cats, speed demon?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Amatarou is wearing his cat-themed mask (like a fabric COVID mask), standing over an NEO agent on the floor of the back alley. The rain washes the blood off his clear plastic gloves as he holds out his arms to his sides, an overlarge knife in his hands. His eyes are dilated, staring up into the rain as he breathes heavily. He closes his eyes and starts to slowly turn round and round in place. You can practically hear the reverie just watching him.
"My, my, whatever happened here?" Says a voice from the dark of further in the alley. The Architect is there, leaning against the wall, obscured in shadow. She wasn't there before- at least, it didn't look like she was.
Amatarou is wearing his cat-themed mask (like a fabric COVID mask), standing over an NEO agent on the floor of the back alley. The rain washes the blood off his clear plastic gloves as he holds out his arms to his sides, an overlarge knife in his hands. His eyes are dilated, staring up into the rain as he breathes heavily. He closes his eyes and starts to slowly turn round and round in place. You can practically hear the reverie just watching him.
You turn round and round and round. And then there appears during one of your revolutions a flash of bleach blonde hair in the night over the glitter of three, spiked nose rings which shine like rebellious stars over a smirking mouth.
He does not see the other Nightmare but rather smells them. He stops after fully facing the opposite direction before opening his eyes and lowering his arms, the power high aborted midway through. "Do you like cats, speed demon?"
His smell is the pungent stink of gasoline and sweat. “Cats,” The spikes of his outfit shine with a thirst for blood. “I like ‘em, sure. More of a dog person myself, but cats are cool.”
"Can you hear them childe? The sound of the war horns? the thunderous hooves of the horses? the cries of men as they fall on the battlefield?"
"Sire?... What do you mean?"
"... Nothing, my memories brought me back to a time of darkness."
In town, upon the back of a horse with hide like coffee, a knight approaches. He wears corroded armor, made of coppery and bronze metals that have turned green over time. His helmet resembles a bird's face, dotted with holes along the beak. He wears a large tapestry as a cloak, the back expertly stitched with an image depicting a screaming eagle with a head in its claws. Wisps of black smoke seem to escape from the holes in his beaked helmet, dissipating into the air as he rides.
By his side, riding on a horse as well is a young lad. He wears a hooded cloak that covers his face in shadow, the cloak torn but still usable. Barely the line of his jaw can be made out from under the hood, but the rest is hidden under the veil of darkness. He wears leather armor, though it looks fairly worn from age.
The two eventually make it to the edge of town and dismount from their horses. The young lad grabbed a large sack from his horse's saddlebags, checking through it before walking over to his mentor. The knight pats his horse's neck, silently thanking it before both horses seem to dissipate into smoke. The young lad tugs on his mentor's belt strap around his waist to gain his attention.
"Sire? Is this the place? Will they welcome us here?" He askes.
The knight looks at the town for a moment, thinking, before turning his head to his apprentice and nods.
A punk with wild, bleached blonde hair watches from short distance away. He wears a black jacket with spiked pads, torn jeans and fingerless gloves. “Sweet ride!” He calls out.
The knight looks up, the black smoke following his movement like a swarm of flies. He tilts his head but gives a two-fingered salute in response. The apprentice bounces on their heels, waving in a friendly manner.
*Sorry, I’m going to be off and on.* ”You don’t look like you’re from around here.” says the punk, approaching you. “Or from anywhere near here.”
The apprentice approaches, his very body language like that of a child's. "My and my Lord have come to survey the area! He is going to make me the most powerful nightmare to ever exist!" He chirps.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Amatarou is wearing his cat-themed mask (like a fabric COVID mask), standing over an NEO agent on the floor of the back alley. The rain washes the blood off his clear plastic gloves as he holds out his arms to his sides, an overlarge knife in his hands. His eyes are dilated, staring up into the rain as he breathes heavily. He closes his eyes and starts to slowly turn round and round in place. You can practically hear the reverie just watching him.
"My, my, whatever happened here?" Says a voice from the dark of further in the alley. The Architect is there, leaning against the wall, obscured in shadow. She wasn't there before- at least, it didn't look like she was.
He sighs, lowering his arms. He takes off his mask, revealing the crude stitches holding the left side of his mouth together. A Glasgow smirk, if you could call it that. He smiles wide, almost breaking the first of the three stitches. His breath fogs despite the rain being so warm. He drops the knife, and it stabs into the concrete before disappearing entirely. He looks positively addled with his dilated eyes and goofy expression. But as he processes what she had asked, and takes the time to think about his actions, he slowly returns to his normal, dull state.
He bows his head and kicks the body. "I dunno."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Knight and his apprentice are wandering around town. The Knight seems to be making a map of sorts, quiet compared to his squire who keeps walking up to random people and trying to chat with them despite looking like he crawled from a diseased pit of infection.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He does not see the other Nightmare but rather smells them. He stops after fully facing the opposite direction before opening his eyes and lowering his arms, the power high aborted midway through. "Do you like cats, speed demon?"
His smell is the pungent stink of gasoline and sweat. “Cats,” The spikes of his outfit shine with a thirst for blood. “I like ‘em, sure. More of a dog person myself, but cats are cool.”
"What about milk tea? We've been serving bubble tea since the 80s." He seems like just a guy instead of a murderous Nightmare.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Knight and his apprentice are wandering around town. The Knight seems to be making a map of sorts, quiet compared to his squire who keeps walking up to random people and trying to chat with them despite looking like he crawled from a diseased pit of infection.
They eventually run into a gothic, bloodstained woman, who is walking downtown, holding a Flying-V guitar.
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
The Knight and his apprentice are wandering around town. The Knight seems to be making a map of sorts, quiet compared to his squire who keeps walking up to random people and trying to chat with them despite looking like he crawled from a diseased pit of infection.
They eventually run into a gothic, bloodstained woman, who is walking downtown, holding a Flying-V guitar.
The Knight looks up, the black smoke following him like flies. They tilt their head curiously before his apprentice runs up to them. He grins behind the darkness of his hood "Ello!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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The Knight and his apprentice are wandering around town. The Knight seems to be making a map of sorts, quiet compared to his squire who keeps walking up to random people and trying to chat with them despite looking like he crawled from a diseased pit of infection.
They eventually run into a gothic, bloodstained woman, who is walking downtown, holding a Flying-V guitar.
The Knight looks up, the black smoke following him like flies. They tilt their head curiously before his apprentice runs up to them. He grins behind the darkness of his hood "Ello!"
She warily eyes the pair, and as the apprentice runs up to her, she takes a few steps back. "Hi...?"
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
The Knight and his apprentice are wandering around town. The Knight seems to be making a map of sorts, quiet compared to his squire who keeps walking up to random people and trying to chat with them despite looking like he crawled from a diseased pit of infection.
They eventually run into a gothic, bloodstained woman, who is walking downtown, holding a Flying-V guitar.
The Knight looks up, the black smoke following him like flies. They tilt their head curiously before his apprentice runs up to them. He grins behind the darkness of his hood "Ello!"
She warily eyes the pair, and as the apprentice runs up to her, she takes a few steps back. "Hi...?"
He takes a step in her direction whenever she backs up "Who're you? My name is Malachi!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Can you hear them childe? The sound of the war horns? the thunderous hooves of the horses? the cries of men as they fall on the battlefield?"
"Sire?... What do you mean?"
"... Nothing, my memories brought me back to a time of darkness."
In town, upon the back of a horse with hide like coffee, a knight approaches. He wears corroded armor, made of coppery and bronze metals that have turned green over time. His helmet resembles a bird's face, dotted with holes along the beak. He wears a large tapestry as a cloak, the back expertly stitched with an image depicting a screaming eagle with a head in its claws. Wisps of black smoke seem to escape from the holes in his beaked helmet, dissipating into the air as he rides.
By his side, riding on a horse as well is a young lad. He wears a hooded cloak that covers his face in shadow, the cloak torn but still usable. Barely the line of his jaw can be made out from under the hood, but the rest is hidden under the veil of darkness. He wears leather armor, though it looks fairly worn from age.
The two eventually make it to the edge of town and dismount from their horses. The young lad grabbed a large sack from his horse's saddlebags, checking through it before walking over to his mentor. The knight pats his horse's neck, silently thanking it before both horses seem to dissipate into smoke. The young lad tugs on his mentor's belt strap around his waist to gain his attention.
"Sire? Is this the place? Will they welcome us here?" He askes.
The knight looks at the town for a moment, thinking, before turning his head to his apprentice and nods.
A punk with wild, bleached blonde hair watches from short distance away. He wears a black jacket with spiked pads, torn jeans and fingerless gloves. “Sweet ride!” He calls out.
The knight looks up, the black smoke following his movement like a swarm of flies. He tilts his head but gives a two-fingered salute in response. The apprentice bounces on their heels, waving in a friendly manner.
*Sorry, I’m going to be off and on.* ”You don’t look like you’re from around here.” says the punk, approaching you. “Or from anywhere near here.”
The apprentice approaches, his very body language like that of a child's. "My and my Lord have come to survey the area! He is going to make me the most powerful nightmare to ever exist!" He chirps.
“Ha! That’ll take some work kid. What sort of Arte you got?”
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
The Knight and his apprentice are wandering around town. The Knight seems to be making a map of sorts, quiet compared to his squire who keeps walking up to random people and trying to chat with them despite looking like he crawled from a diseased pit of infection.
They eventually run into a gothic, bloodstained woman, who is walking downtown, holding a Flying-V guitar.
The Knight looks up, the black smoke following him like flies. They tilt their head curiously before his apprentice runs up to them. He grins behind the darkness of his hood "Ello!"
She warily eyes the pair, and as the apprentice runs up to her, she takes a few steps back. "Hi...?"
He takes a step in her direction whenever she backs up "Who're you? My name is Malachi!"
"I'm Melissa... I have to ask, what are you?"
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
"Can you hear them childe? The sound of the war horns? the thunderous hooves of the horses? the cries of men as they fall on the battlefield?"
"Sire?... What do you mean?"
"... Nothing, my memories brought me back to a time of darkness."
In town, upon the back of a horse with hide like coffee, a knight approaches. He wears corroded armor, made of coppery and bronze metals that have turned green over time. His helmet resembles a bird's face, dotted with holes along the beak. He wears a large tapestry as a cloak, the back expertly stitched with an image depicting a screaming eagle with a head in its claws. Wisps of black smoke seem to escape from the holes in his beaked helmet, dissipating into the air as he rides.
By his side, riding on a horse as well is a young lad. He wears a hooded cloak that covers his face in shadow, the cloak torn but still usable. Barely the line of his jaw can be made out from under the hood, but the rest is hidden under the veil of darkness. He wears leather armor, though it looks fairly worn from age.
The two eventually make it to the edge of town and dismount from their horses. The young lad grabbed a large sack from his horse's saddlebags, checking through it before walking over to his mentor. The knight pats his horse's neck, silently thanking it before both horses seem to dissipate into smoke. The young lad tugs on his mentor's belt strap around his waist to gain his attention.
"Sire? Is this the place? Will they welcome us here?" He askes.
The knight looks at the town for a moment, thinking, before turning his head to his apprentice and nods.
A punk with wild, bleached blonde hair watches from short distance away. He wears a black jacket with spiked pads, torn jeans and fingerless gloves. “Sweet ride!” He calls out.
The knight looks up, the black smoke following his movement like a swarm of flies. He tilts his head but gives a two-fingered salute in response. The apprentice bounces on their heels, waving in a friendly manner.
*Sorry, I’m going to be off and on.* ”You don’t look like you’re from around here.” says the punk, approaching you. “Or from anywhere near here.”
The apprentice approaches, his very body language like that of a child's. "My and my Lord have come to survey the area! He is going to make me the most powerful nightmare to ever exist!" He chirps.
“Ha! That’ll take some work kid. What sort of Arte you got?”
The Knight suddenly is between them, gently pushing his apprentice back. The dark holes of the empty helmet stare down at them before snorting. The apprentice laughs a bit "He's protective of me, sorry."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*greetings, husband number 3. Shall I forcefeed you a murderer?*
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He does not see the other Nightmare but rather smells them. He stops after fully facing the opposite direction before opening his eyes and lowering his arms, the power high aborted midway through. "Do you like cats, speed demon?"
His smell is the pungent stink of gasoline and sweat. “Cats,” The spikes of his outfit shine with a thirst for blood. “I like ‘em, sure. More of a dog person myself, but cats are cool.”
"What about milk tea? We've been serving bubble tea since the 80s." He seems like just a guy instead of a murderous Nightmare.
*Dude I love Boba so much man.* “Boba’s great. I love the stuff.” He looks at the corpse on the ground. “You going to use that or…”
He does not see the other Nightmare but rather smells them. He stops after fully facing the opposite direction before opening his eyes and lowering his arms, the power high aborted midway through. "Do you like cats, speed demon?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"My, my, whatever happened here?" Says a voice from the dark of further in the alley. The Architect is there, leaning against the wall, obscured in shadow. She wasn't there before- at least, it didn't look like she was.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
His smell is the pungent stink of gasoline and sweat. “Cats,” The spikes of his outfit shine with a thirst for blood. “I like ‘em, sure. More of a dog person myself, but cats are cool.”
The apprentice approaches, his very body language like that of a child's. "My and my Lord have come to survey the area! He is going to make me the most powerful nightmare to ever exist!" He chirps.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs, lowering his arms. He takes off his mask, revealing the crude stitches holding the left side of his mouth together. A Glasgow smirk, if you could call it that. He smiles wide, almost breaking the first of the three stitches. His breath fogs despite the rain being so warm. He drops the knife, and it stabs into the concrete before disappearing entirely. He looks positively addled with his dilated eyes and goofy expression. But as he processes what she had asked, and takes the time to think about his actions, he slowly returns to his normal, dull state.
He bows his head and kicks the body. "I dunno."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Knight and his apprentice are wandering around town. The Knight seems to be making a map of sorts, quiet compared to his squire who keeps walking up to random people and trying to chat with them despite looking like he crawled from a diseased pit of infection.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What about milk tea? We've been serving bubble tea since the 80s." He seems like just a guy instead of a murderous Nightmare.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They eventually run into a gothic, bloodstained woman, who is walking downtown, holding a Flying-V guitar.
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
The Knight looks up, the black smoke following him like flies. They tilt their head curiously before his apprentice runs up to them. He grins behind the darkness of his hood "Ello!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Meowdy*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She warily eyes the pair, and as the apprentice runs up to her, she takes a few steps back. "Hi...?"
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*heya*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
He takes a step in her direction whenever she backs up "Who're you? My name is Malachi!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Ha! That’ll take some work kid. What sort of Arte you got?”
*How's it going, Anders?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"I'm Melissa... I have to ask, what are you?"
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
The Knight suddenly is between them, gently pushing his apprentice back. The dark holes of the empty helmet stare down at them before snorting. The apprentice laughs a bit "He's protective of me, sorry."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Car*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*greetings, husband number 3. Shall I forcefeed you a murderer?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Dude I love Boba so much man.*
“Boba’s great. I love the stuff.” He looks at the corpse on the ground. “You going to use that or…”