The Architect is continuing to prepare for the Masquerade Fair's eventual opening, the fairgrounds having ballooned to an even larger size, like a tick that latched itself onto the side of Balios and is drinking beyond its limit of blood.
Cassandra is currently outside of the New and Old Balios Bars, the energy readings showing a spike in unnatural activity here. She doesn't yet enter either building, just taking notes of her surroundings at the moment.
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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)
"Yep, but no point talking about my trauma when there's work to be done."
'Fair enough. What kind of work?'
"I don't trust the nightmares here, I'm going to learn all I can about them."
'That checks out. I had a friend who might have been a Nightmare, but he's dead now. I hope he wasn't going to have killed me, if he'd gotten the chance'
Cassandra is currently outside of the New and Old Balios Bars, the energy readings showing a spike in unnatural activity here. She doesn't yet enter either building, just taking notes of her surroundings at the moment.
Dib walks past them, holding his briefcase and backpack, giving off some pretty heavy energy readings himself, though it's clear he's at least mostly human, his gloves on as he walks into the building, seemingly with the same motives.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The Architect is continuing to prepare for the Masquerade Fair's eventual opening, the fairgrounds having ballooned to an even larger size, like a tick that latched itself onto the side of Balios and is drinking beyond its limit of blood.
Cassandra is currently outside of the New and Old Balios Bars, the energy readings showing a spike in unnatural activity here. She doesn't yet enter either building, just taking notes of her surroundings at the moment.
"Yep, but no point talking about my trauma when there's work to be done."
'Fair enough. What kind of work?'
"I don't trust the nightmares here, I'm going to learn all I can about them."
'That checks out. I had a friend who might have been a Nightmare, but he's dead now. I hope he wasn't going to have killed me, if he'd gotten the chance'
"They probably would've, and most people would be willing to kill in this town from what I can tell, as far as you know, I'm planning on killing you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Yep, but no point talking about my trauma when there's work to be done."
'Fair enough. What kind of work?'
"I don't trust the nightmares here, I'm going to learn all I can about them."
'That checks out. I had a friend who might have been a Nightmare, but he's dead now. I hope he wasn't going to have killed me, if he'd gotten the chance'
"They probably would've, and most people would be willing to kill in this town from what I can tell, as far as you know, I'm planning on killing you."
'That's true, I suppose. Maybe I should stay on my own'
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 Architect is continuing to prepare for the Masquerade Fair's eventual opening, the fairgrounds having ballooned to an even larger size, like a tick that latched itself onto the side of Balios and is drinking beyond its limit of blood.
*Good mornin'.*
Soon the sun will show his face.... Then we'll take aim and fire... Not great for the human race... But they'll look for the tire trace...
A red impala pulls up outside of the fairground, its black rubber tires carrying the metal machine smoothly over the dirt. It parks outside and outsteps a blonde haired man in torn jeans, pierced face, and spiked clothing. Emblazoned on the back of his black leather jacket are the words, Save Our above an anatomically correct flaming heart. Beneath the heart, the phrase is finished with the words, Sorry Souls. He enters the fairgrounds.
*I have to go!*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Bye bye!*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
'Ah nice! That's the nightmare metal, right?'
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"Yep, lost my lower arms so I replaced them with something better."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
'Lost them to nightmares?'
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*Howdy backwards.*
"Yep, but no point talking about my trauma when there's work to be done."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
'Fair enough. What kind of work?'
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"I don't trust the nightmares here, I'm going to learn all I can about them."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is continuing to prepare for the Masquerade Fair's eventual opening, the fairgrounds having ballooned to an even larger size, like a tick that latched itself onto the side of Balios and is drinking beyond its limit of blood.
Cassandra is currently outside of the New and Old Balios Bars, the energy readings showing a spike in unnatural activity here. She doesn't yet enter either building, just taking notes of her surroundings at the moment.
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)
'That checks out. I had a friend who might have been a Nightmare, but he's dead now. I hope he wasn't going to have killed me, if he'd gotten the chance'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
Dib walks past them, holding his briefcase and backpack, giving off some pretty heavy energy readings himself, though it's clear he's at least mostly human, his gloves on as he walks into the building, seemingly with the same motives.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The Slink is watching through a grate
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"They probably would've, and most people would be willing to kill in this town from what I can tell, as far as you know, I'm planning on killing you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
'That's true, I suppose. Maybe I should stay on my own'
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"It's best you take advantage of the options you have." He goes back to typing.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*watts up, y'all?*
Melissa is walking around downtown
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
*Good mornin'.*
Soon the sun will show his face.... Then we'll take aim and fire... Not great for the human race... But they'll look for the tire trace...
A red impala pulls up outside of the fairground, its black rubber tires carrying the metal machine smoothly over the dirt. It parks outside and outsteps a blonde haired man in torn jeans, pierced face, and spiked clothing. Emblazoned on the back of his black leather jacket are the words, Save Our above an anatomically correct flaming heart. Beneath the heart, the phrase is finished with the words, Sorry Souls. He enters the fairgrounds.
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
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