'The other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
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A short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
The Architect appears from the darkness nearby, her myriad spider-like legs folding back up into her disguise as she walks over and leans against the wall of the building. She notices him, but doesn't immediately say anything.
He hasn't seen her yet, but he starts sniffing the air. "You're a strong one." He mutters, closing his eyes. "You can probably hear me from here, can't you? I honestly have no clue where you are yet, but I don't smell anything to indicate hostility... but maybe I'm distracted by all the caramel corn. Food always makes it hard for me to focus. You're, uh... the Lord of that fair? A sub-lord?" He's quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his flask.
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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 other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
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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 other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
'The other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
"Wait... I have an idea..."
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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 other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
A short, chubby young man with freckles stands under the Waffle House sign, using the yellow glow as his only source of light. His eyes glow, chill pink spirals set under his unruly mop of purple-dyed hair. He's dressed in a manager's uniform, the short sleeves revealing the hyperpigmentation on his fingers and hands. He looks completely relaxed, and one might even think he was stoned.
Nightmares or those with high enough Spiritual Sensitivity will see that he has a soft and casual outfit on over his uniform, made of the fur of several pure white Nightmares. A Korean straight sword, also normally invisible, hangs at his side in a sheath decorated with Nocturnite in floral patterns.
The Architect appears from the darkness nearby, her myriad spider-like legs folding back up into her disguise as she walks over and leans against the wall of the building. She notices him, but doesn't immediately say anything.
He hasn't seen her yet, but he starts sniffing the air. "You're a strong one." He mutters, closing his eyes. "You can probably hear me from here, can't you? I honestly have no clue where you are yet, but I don't smell anything to indicate hostility... but maybe I'm distracted by all the caramel corn. Food always makes it hard for me to focus. You're, uh... the Lord of that fair? A sub-lord?" He's quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his flask.
*Sorry I missed this before*
"To answer your first question, yes I can." She responds, now sitting at a table inside the Waffle House. How she got there is unclear- the door didn't even open. "And for your second question, yes I am. How could you sense me so easily? Was my disguise that obvious?"
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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)
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.
"You look pretty eager to see me." He says with a grin, "I was just taken a look around. This little fair you got here seems to be getting less little every day. You gotta tilt-a-whirl?"
"Yes, progress is going swimmingly... the place should open soon." She responds, before getting an idea. "We do, actually, though it's not fully assembled yet. I could show you where it is, though."
"I'd love to see it. The tilt-a-whirl has always been my favorite ride. That and the bumper cars. It's really just like life. A high-velocity, whirling ride that makes you want to vomit. Super fun."
'The other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
"Wait... I have an idea..."
'What is it?'
"Maybe if we can find where my original body is, we could hide there?"
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"I think there's a lot to learn from them too, though we can agree to disagree on the rest." She seems especially intrigued by the mention of one of the Lords of this town. "You met a Nightmare Lord and lived? Impressive. Where were they?"
"In the strange fair seeming area outside of town, it seems to be made of dark energy and the flesh of some people who failed." He says, beginning to write some stuff down "How about this, I ask you something, you ask me something, we both be honest?"
"Sure, sounds fair." She chuckles a bit, though it turns to coughing halfway through. "I believe that'd make it your turn to question- I've already asked a few."
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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)
'The other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
"Wait... I have an idea..."
'What is it?'
"Maybe if we can find where my original body is, we could hide there?"
'The other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
"Wait... I have an idea..."
'What is it?'
"Maybe if we can find where my original body is, we could hide there?"
'Where would that be?'
"Probably somewhere obscure..."
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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 other Nightmares haven't turned against you, have they?'
"No. At least, not yet"
'Well, it would do to be vigilant. Don't trust the cat cafe guy'
"Oh. Okay"
'Is there anything I could help you with?'
"Maybe just something to eat?"
'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
"I'm not sure."
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
"Wait... I have an idea..."
'What is it?'
"Maybe if we can find where my original body is, we could hide there?"
"I am." He leaps down from the bank and lands nearby. His boots bite the gravel and send slivers of rock diving for cover in the water. He has a horrifyingly familiar face. "I'm Charlie. Last time I saw you, you were roadkill."
'Roadkill? I've heard that's your name, not mine. You don't even know mine'
The Slink looks as if he is ready to run
"Heh, yeah I guess it is." He runs his fingers through his blonde hair, "What is it then? What is your name? And just a warning: I'd think twice about running from a speed demon."
'Luther Feuerstein, not that anyone cares. They can call me what they want, I'm their monster now. What do you want from me?'
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.
"You look pretty eager to see me." He says with a grin, "I was just taken a look around. This little fair you got here seems to be getting less little every day. You gotta tilt-a-whirl?"
"Yes, progress is going swimmingly... the place should open soon." She responds, before getting an idea. "We do, actually, though it's not fully assembled yet. I could show you where it is, though."
"I'd love to see it. The tilt-a-whirl has always been my favorite ride. That and the bumper cars. It's really just like life. A high-velocity, whirling ride that makes you want to vomit. Super fun."
"I have a feeling you'd love this place, then." She replies... wait, was her mask always smiling? "Now, it's just this way." She adds, dramatically gesturing down one of the footpaths that spiderweb their way throughout the fairgrounds.
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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)
"I think there's a lot to learn from them too, though we can agree to disagree on the rest." She seems especially intrigued by the mention of one of the Lords of this town. "You met a Nightmare Lord and lived? Impressive. Where were they?"
"In the strange fair seeming area outside of town, it seems to be made of dark energy and the flesh of some people who failed." He says, beginning to write some stuff down "How about this, I ask you something, you ask me something, we both be honest?"
"Sure, sounds fair." She chuckles a bit, though it turns to coughing halfway through. "I believe that'd make it your turn to question- I've already asked a few."
"You obviously know much more about Nightmares than you let on, tell me, who do you work for?" He asks, flipping to a new page of his notebook to write everything down.
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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.'
"I am." He leaps down from the bank and lands nearby. His boots bite the gravel and send slivers of rock diving for cover in the water. He has a horrifyingly familiar face. "I'm Charlie. Last time I saw you, you were roadkill."
'Roadkill? I've heard that's your name, not mine. You don't even know mine'
The Slink looks as if he is ready to run
"Heh, yeah I guess it is." He runs his fingers through his blonde hair, "What is it then? What is your name? And just a warning: I'd think twice about running from a speed demon."
'Luther Feuerstein, not that anyone cares. They can call me what they want, I'm their monster now. What do you want from me?'
"That's an amazing name, man." He says with a laugh, "Not what I would have expected from something called the Slink." He pinks up a stone and hurls it at the water. It skips across the river's surface and lands with a plink on the other side of the river. He throws a skips a new rock for each answer he gives you, "I want to know how you're still alive. I want to know why Iago wants you dead. I want to know what you were doing with that dude in the vat. And that's just for starters."
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
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'I can do that, yes.' He hands her a stick of what looks like beef jerky
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She accepts the food gratefully, taking a bite
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
'Great. What do you think, they won't go looking for me in the sewers?'
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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.
"I'm not sure."
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
'Neither am I, but the net is closing in and it looks like I'm running out of options. I'd hate for that to be the only option. I'm a reasonable man, not a rat or a beast'
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"Wait... I have an idea..."
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
'What is it?'
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*Sorry I missed this before*
"To answer your first question, yes I can." She responds, now sitting at a table inside the Waffle House. How she got there is unclear- the door didn't even open. "And for your second question, yes I am. How could you sense me so easily? Was my disguise that obvious?"
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)
"I'd love to see it. The tilt-a-whirl has always been my favorite ride. That and the bumper cars. It's really just like life. A high-velocity, whirling ride that makes you want to vomit. Super fun."
"Maybe if we can find where my original body is, we could hide there?"
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
"Sure, sounds fair." She chuckles a bit, though it turns to coughing halfway through. "I believe that'd make it your turn to question- I've already asked a few."
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)
'Where would that be?'
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"Probably somewhere obscure..."
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
'I could help you search'
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"I have a feeling you'd love this place, then." She replies... wait, was her mask always smiling? "Now, it's just this way." She adds, dramatically gesturing down one of the footpaths that spiderweb their way throughout the fairgrounds.
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)
"You obviously know much more about Nightmares than you let on, tell me, who do you work for?" He asks, flipping to a new page of his notebook to write everything down.
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 an amazing name, man." He says with a laugh, "Not what I would have expected from something called the Slink." He pinks up a stone and hurls it at the water. It skips across the river's surface and lands with a plink on the other side of the river. He throws a skips a new rock for each answer he gives you, "I want to know how you're still alive. I want to know why Iago wants you dead. I want to know what you were doing with that dude in the vat. And that's just for starters."
"That would be helpful, 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