"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."
He raises his hands up, palms out, “Easy bird face. I’m just as Nightmarish as the next dude. No need to helicopter parent, my man. I could be a good influence on the kid.” He says with a smirk on his pierced face.
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?"
"Special.." the Knight seems to rasp, like dry dust that comes off bones. He walks up beside them, his armor clinking.
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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?”
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."
He raises his hands up, palms out, “Easy bird face. I’m just as Nightmarish as the next dude. No need to helicopter parent, my man. I could be a good influence on the kid.” He says with a smirk on his pierced face.
He snorts out smoke from the beak holes and moves away. The boy chuckles "I got a sword in me actually! Just like him!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Special.." the Knight seems to rasp, like dry dust that comes off bones. He walks up beside them, his armor clinking.
"Yeah, no kidding... so what's you guys' story?"
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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.
River is waiting nearby the kill he told Amatarou about, hoping they show up soon.
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"Special.." the Knight seems to rasp, like dry dust that comes off bones. He walks up beside them, his armor clinking.
"Yeah, no kidding... so what's you guys' story?"
"He is my mentor! He is going to make me the most powerful Nightmare to ever exist!"
"So you guys are nightmares? Wow... but you guys are so nice! Guess the name 'nightmares' is a bit outdated"
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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.
"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…”
"Feel free, friend." He takes off his gloves and throws them in a trash can. "Come to Chunklo's when you're ready. First drink's on the house."
“Thanks man,” The speed demon moves to the body and begins to drag it out of the alley. You notice a red impala parked just outside. “I’ll be over in a minute.”
"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."
He raises his hands up, palms out, “Easy bird face. I’m just as Nightmarish as the next dude. No need to helicopter parent, my man. I could be a good influence on the kid.” He says with a smirk on his pierced face.
He snorts out smoke from the beak holes and moves away. The boy chuckles "I got a sword in me actually! Just like him!"
“A sword in you, huh? There still room in there for a heart?”
River is waiting nearby the kill he told Amatarou about, hoping they show up soon.
There is the faintest shuffle of footsteps, and the Ocha is here. Amatarou stands beside him.
"Was beginning to think you stood me up, and on the first date!" he teases quietly. "See there how big the Nightmare following him is? What he does is dreadful, and he does it often."
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"Feel free, friend." He takes off his gloves and throws them in a trash can. "Come to Chunklo's when you're ready. First drink's on the house."
“Thanks man,” The speed demon moves to the body and begins to drag it out of the alley. You notice a red impala parked just outside. “I’ll be over in a minute.”
The barista is gone in an instant, leaving nothing but some feral cats in his place.
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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.
"Feel free, friend." He takes off his gloves and throws them in a trash can. "Come to Chunklo's when you're ready. First drink's on the house."
“Thanks man,” The speed demon moves to the body and begins to drag it out of the alley. You notice a red impala parked just outside. “I’ll be over in a minute.”
The barista is gone in an instant, leaving nothing but some feral cats in his place.
There is the slam of a car trunk and then the jingle of the shop door as Roadkill Charlie steps in through the front door. Bright red blood stains his fingerless gloves and his boots.
There is the faintest shuffle of footsteps, and the Ocha is here. Amatarou stands beside him.
"Was beginning to think you stood me up, and on the first date!" he teases quietly. "See there how big the Nightmare following him is? What he does is dreadful, and he does it often."
"The crime is irrelevant this late. The punishment is the same." He mutters. He's not armored or armed.
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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.
There is the faintest shuffle of footsteps, and the Ocha is here. Amatarou stands beside him.
"Was beginning to think you stood me up, and on the first date!" he teases quietly. "See there how big the Nightmare following him is? What he does is dreadful, and he does it often."
"The crime is irrelevant this late. The punishment is the same." He mutters. He's not armored or armed.
"Right, but it's still a fascinating thing to study. Stay here until I get him sedated." he says as he quickly and silently rushes forward with a syringe in hand.
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"Feel free, friend." He takes off his gloves and throws them in a trash can. "Come to Chunklo's when you're ready. First drink's on the house."
“Thanks man,” The speed demon moves to the body and begins to drag it out of the alley. You notice a red impala parked just outside. “I’ll be over in a minute.”
The barista is gone in an instant, leaving nothing but some feral cats in his place.
There is the slam of a car trunk and then the jingle of the shop door as Roadkill Charlie steps in through the front door. Bright red blood stains his fingerless gloves and his boots.
And as he walks in, there is a cup of strawberry boba waiting for him. The label reads "Speed Demon" instead of Roadkill Charlie, but the price is $0.00, so not much to complain about.
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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 crime is irrelevant this late. The punishment is the same." He mutters. He's not armored or armed.
"Right, but it's still a fascinating thing to study. Stay here until I get him sedated." he says as he quickly and silently rushes forward with a syringe in hand.
Amatarou just waits. The killer's reaction time seems to be slowed, so even if River messes up it's not important.
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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 crime is irrelevant this late. The punishment is the same." He mutters. He's not armored or armed.
"Right, but it's still a fascinating thing to study. Stay here until I get him sedated." he says as he quickly and silently rushes forward with a syringe in hand.
Amatarou just waits. The killer's reaction time seems to be slowed, so even if River messes up it's not important.
He definitely hits his target, the man coming down as he's knocked out and put into a short coma. He comes back to Amatarou, wiping his hands together. "Alright, next step. Whaddya think we should do with the Nightmare?"
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"Feel free, friend." He takes off his gloves and throws them in a trash can. "Come to Chunklo's when you're ready. First drink's on the house."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He raises his hands up, palms out, “Easy bird face. I’m just as Nightmarish as the next dude. No need to helicopter parent, my man. I could be a good influence on the kid.” He says with a smirk on his pierced face.
"Special.." the Knight seems to rasp, like dry dust that comes off bones. He walks up beside them, his armor clinking.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He snorts out smoke from the beak holes and moves away. The boy chuckles "I got a sword in me actually! Just like him!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yeah, no kidding... so what's you guys' story?"
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 is my mentor! He is going to make me the most powerful Nightmare to ever exist!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*It is necessary for my health*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
River is waiting nearby the kill he told Amatarou about, hoping they show up soon.
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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
"So you guys are nightmares? Wow... but you guys are so nice! Guess the name 'nightmares' is a bit outdated"
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
There is the faintest shuffle of footsteps, and the Ocha is here. Amatarou stands beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Thanks man,” The speed demon moves to the body and begins to drag it out of the alley. You notice a red impala parked just outside. “I’ll be over in a minute.”
“A sword in you, huh? There still room in there for a heart?”
"Was beginning to think you stood me up, and on the first date!" he teases quietly. "See there how big the Nightmare following him is? What he does is dreadful, and he does it often."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
The barista is gone in an instant, leaving nothing but some feral cats in his place.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is the slam of a car trunk and then the jingle of the shop door as Roadkill Charlie steps in through the front door. Bright red blood stains his fingerless gloves and his boots.
"The crime is irrelevant this late. The punishment is the same." He mutters. He's not armored or armed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Right, but it's still a fascinating thing to study. Stay here until I get him sedated." he says as he quickly and silently rushes forward with a syringe in hand.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
And as he walks in, there is a cup of strawberry boba waiting for him. The label reads "Speed Demon" instead of Roadkill Charlie, but the price is $0.00, so not much to complain about.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Amatarou just waits. The killer's reaction time seems to be slowed, so even if River messes up it's not important.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He definitely hits his target, the man coming down as he's knocked out and put into a short coma. He comes back to Amatarou, wiping his hands together. "Alright, next step. Whaddya think we should do with the Nightmare?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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