A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
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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.
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
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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.
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.
She waits a few seconds before walking into the building herself so as to not seem suspicious, sitting towards the back of the bar as she quietly takes notes of everything around her, making sure to keep Dib in her sights the whole time.
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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)
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.
She waits a few seconds before walking into the building herself so as to not seem suspicious, sitting towards the back of the bar as she quietly takes notes of everything around her, making sure to keep Dib in her sights the whole time.
Dib doesn't do anything too suspicious, taking out his computer after sitting down and beginning to type, more than anything else his arms and his briefcase give off the most dark energy, he gives off abnormal levels himself.
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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.'
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
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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.
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
'The Nightmares are hunting me. I might have to go into hiding. I could do with some allies, so far it's just me and Charlie against the forces of darkness'
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
'The Nightmares are hunting me. I might have to go into hiding. I could do with some allies, so far it's just me and Charlie against the forces of darkness'
"Hunting you? Why? What did you do?"
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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.
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.
She waits a few seconds before walking into the building herself so as to not seem suspicious, sitting towards the back of the bar as she quietly takes notes of everything around her, making sure to keep Dib in her sights the whole time.
Dib doesn't do anything too suspicious, taking out his computer after sitting down and beginning to type, more than anything else his arms and his briefcase give off the most dark energy, he gives off abnormal levels himself.
After a minute, she sits nearby him with a chair of space between them, her arrival somewhat heralded by her quietly coughing into her arm. "You researching what's going on here too? In Balios, I mean." She asks in a somewhat hushed tone to where he'd be the only one to hear her clearly, especially with the sounds from the bar around them.
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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)
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
'The Nightmares are hunting me. I might have to go into hiding. I could do with some allies, so far it's just me and Charlie against the forces of darkness'
"Hunting you? Why? What did you do?"
'They're Nightmares, aren't they? They're not exactly going to be angels. I was beginning to get a little desperate'
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.
She waits a few seconds before walking into the building herself so as to not seem suspicious, sitting towards the back of the bar as she quietly takes notes of everything around her, making sure to keep Dib in her sights the whole time.
Dib doesn't do anything too suspicious, taking out his computer after sitting down and beginning to type, more than anything else his arms and his briefcase give off the most dark energy, he gives off abnormal levels himself.
After a minute, she sits nearby him with a chair of space between them, her arrival somewhat heralded by her quietly coughing into her arm. "You researching what's going on here too? In Balios, I mean." She asks in a somewhat hushed tone to where he'd be the only one to hear her clearly, especially with the sounds from the bar around them.
He looks up from his computer over to them, his eyes glowing a purple hue behind his sunglasses, making a single nod as he closes the computer. He takes off said sunglasses, letting them see his strange eyes fully "And I wouldn't be wrong to guess you are doing the same?" He asks, scooting a little closer so they don't have to worry about not hearing each other.
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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.'
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
'The Nightmares are hunting me. I might have to go into hiding. I could do with some allies, so far it's just me and Charlie against the forces of darkness'
"Hunting you? Why? What did you do?"
'They're Nightmares, aren't they? They're not exactly going to be angels. I was beginning to get a little desperate'
"I'd help, but I don't know if I can do much for you. I'm a nightmare myself..."
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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 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.
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
'The Nightmares are hunting me. I might have to go into hiding. I could do with some allies, so far it's just me and Charlie against the forces of darkness'
"Hunting you? Why? What did you do?"
'They're Nightmares, aren't they? They're not exactly going to be angels. I was beginning to get a little desperate'
"I'd help, but I don't know if I can do much for you. I'm a nightmare myself..."
'That's entirely fair. Could you keep an eye on what the others are doing, report back if they seem to be getting close to catching me? Also, do you have anywhere I could hide?'
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.
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.
A guy in a hazmat suit is hiding in the shadows, muttering furiously to himself
She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
"Ah, hello!"
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
'The Nightmares are hunting me. I might have to go into hiding. I could do with some allies, so far it's just me and Charlie against the forces of darkness'
"Hunting you? Why? What did you do?"
'They're Nightmares, aren't they? They're not exactly going to be angels. I was beginning to get a little desperate'
"I'd help, but I don't know if I can do much for you. I'm a nightmare myself..."
'That's entirely fair. Could you keep an eye on what the others are doing, report back if they seem to be getting close to catching me? Also, do you have anywhere I could hide?'
"I don't have a place for you, but I can help be your lookout, yes"
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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 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.
*Just in case you missed this.*
*If you wanna rp, the Slink and Quinn are free*
*Alright, where is the Slink?*
The Slink is skulking around by the riverside, near the entrance to his den. He appears to be talking to a rubber duck
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.
*Just in case you missed this.*
The Architect recognizes him immediately, skittering over towards him on numerous insect-like legs, said legs folding back up into her human disguise as she gets close. "Well well well... what have we here? Tell me, what brings you to my domain?" She says in a cheery tone, scanning for any potential weaknesses from behind her mask.
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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)
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She hears this and approaches warily, saying "hello?"
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
'Ah, hello there. It's me. Who rescued you from the chemical plant'
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"Ah, hello!"
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
She waits a few seconds before walking into the building herself so as to not seem suspicious, sitting towards the back of the bar as she quietly takes notes of everything around her, making sure to keep Dib in her sights the whole time.
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)
Dib doesn't do anything too suspicious, taking out his computer after sitting down and beginning to type, more than anything else his arms and his briefcase give off the most dark energy, he gives off abnormal levels himself.
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.)
'How are you? Recovering well? I'm glad to have bumped into you, I've gotten into a spot of bother'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"I'm alright. Oh, what's going on?"
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 Nightmares are hunting me. I might have to go into hiding. I could do with some allies, so far it's just me and Charlie against the forces of darkness'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Hunting you? Why? What did you do?"
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
After a minute, she sits nearby him with a chair of space between them, her arrival somewhat heralded by her quietly coughing into her arm. "You researching what's going on here too? In Balios, I mean." She asks in a somewhat hushed tone to where he'd be the only one to hear her clearly, especially with the sounds from the bar around them.
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)
'They're Nightmares, aren't they? They're not exactly going to be angels. I was beginning to get a little desperate'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
He looks up from his computer over to them, his eyes glowing a purple hue behind his sunglasses, making a single nod as he closes the computer. He takes off said sunglasses, letting them see his strange eyes fully "And I wouldn't be wrong to guess you are doing the same?" He asks, scooting a little closer so they don't have to worry about not hearing each other.
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.)
"I'd help, but I don't know if I can do much for you. I'm a nightmare myself..."
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
*Just in case you missed this.*
'That's entirely fair. Could you keep an eye on what the others are doing, report back if they seem to be getting close to catching me? Also, do you have anywhere I could hide?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*If you wanna rp, the Slink and Quinn are free*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Alright, where is the Slink?*
"I don't have a place for you, but I can help be your lookout, yes"
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 Slink is skulking around by the riverside, near the entrance to his den. He appears to be talking to a rubber duck
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The Architect recognizes him immediately, skittering over towards him on numerous insect-like legs, said legs folding back up into her human disguise as she gets close. "Well well well... what have we here? Tell me, what brings you to my domain?" She says in a cheery tone, scanning for any potential weaknesses from behind her mask.
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)