the Mother has cornered some poor soul in an alley, who had just lost his life savings in a game of poker with the cloaked form of the Mother. The alley’s entrance is blocked off by webbing, and the Mother is slowly creeping closer towards the man, its two puppets, hanging from webs reaching into the sky, grabbed onto his arms to keep him from running away.
*Happy world puppetry day! [throws confetti]*
The Architect is seated on the roof of one of the buildings forming the walls of the alley, watching the scene with a smile on her mask, a small plastic bag of kettle corn in one of her hands. She can feel the fear from the panicking man- taste it, even.
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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 Mother has cornered some poor soul in an alley, who had just lost his life savings in a game of poker with the cloaked form of the Mother. The alley’s entrance is blocked off by webbing, and the Mother is slowly creeping closer towards the man, its two puppets, hanging from webs reaching into the sky, grabbed onto his arms to keep him from running away.
*Happy world puppetry day! [throws confetti]*
The Architect is seated on the roof of one of the buildings forming the walls of the alley, watching the scene with a smile on her mask, a small plastic bag of kettle corn in one of her hands. She can feel the fear from the panicking man- taste it, even.
The mother notices the Architect, but doesn’t distract themselves from their task. Threads leap from around the Mother towards the man, attaching to his limbs and neck. The Mother, holding those same threads in their human set of hands, begins puppeteering the man around the alley, making him dance as he screams in utter terror. It chuckles and laughs, and just as he’s about to call for help- it lunges towards him, sinking it’s teeth into his neck, cutting his scream short as venom makes its way through his veins.
the Mother has cornered some poor soul in an alley, who had just lost his life savings in a game of poker with the cloaked form of the Mother. The alley’s entrance is blocked off by webbing, and the Mother is slowly creeping closer towards the man, its two puppets, hanging from webs reaching into the sky, grabbed onto his arms to keep him from running away.
*Happy world puppetry day! [throws confetti]*
The Architect is seated on the roof of one of the buildings forming the walls of the alley, watching the scene with a smile on her mask, a small plastic bag of kettle corn in one of her hands. She can feel the fear from the panicking man- taste it, even.
The mother notices the Architect, but doesn’t distract themselves from their task. Threads leap from around the Mother towards the man, attaching to his limbs and neck. The Mother, holding those same threads in their human set of hands, begins puppeteering the man around the alley, making him dance as he screams in utter terror. It chuckles and laughs, and just as he’s about to call for help- it lunges towards him, sinking it’s teeth into his neck, cutting his scream short as venom makes its way through his veins.
Once the poor soul is dead, the Mother can hear the Architect clapping, rising to her feet in a standing ovation as she walks down the wall of the building, grinning ear to ear 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)
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 Mother has cornered some poor soul in an alley, who had just lost his life savings in a game of poker with the cloaked form of the Mother. The alley’s entrance is blocked off by webbing, and the Mother is slowly creeping closer towards the man, its two puppets, hanging from webs reaching into the sky, grabbed onto his arms to keep him from running away.
*Happy world puppetry day! [throws confetti]*
The Architect is seated on the roof of one of the buildings forming the walls of the alley, watching the scene with a smile on her mask, a small plastic bag of kettle corn in one of her hands. She can feel the fear from the panicking man- taste it, even.
The mother notices the Architect, but doesn’t distract themselves from their task. Threads leap from around the Mother towards the man, attaching to his limbs and neck. The Mother, holding those same threads in their human set of hands, begins puppeteering the man around the alley, making him dance as he screams in utter terror. It chuckles and laughs, and just as he’s about to call for help- it lunges towards him, sinking it’s teeth into his neck, cutting his scream short as venom makes its way through his veins.
Once the poor soul is dead, the Mother can hear the Architect clapping, rising to her feet in a standing ovation as she walks down the wall of the building, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
The Mother climbs up to the side of the other building, partially to make room for the Architect considering how enormous the Mother’s monstrous form is. Two of it’s appendages are busy cocooning the corpse in a casket of silk.
”enjoy the show?” The Mother asks, grinning as it wipes blood from it’s face using a handkerchief.
Violence has set up the Waffle House to run a little without him, going on a little bit of a hunt. Currently inside of a gang warehouse, the last living member is cowering in a corner, he watched all his friends die, there was no blood, no noise, but suddenly, a neck broken, and a body drops. Some tried to run, they failed, some tried to fight, that didn't do any better, and now the last member hides.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
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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.'
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "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.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "hello"
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
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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.'
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "hello"
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
"Whatcha up to? Also, how 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.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "hello"
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
"Whatcha up to? Also, how are you?"
"Just some more Nightmare research, a lot of disappearances and deaths have been happening with strange circumstances. I want to know more. I'm fine, you?"
Violence has set up the Waffle House to run a little without him, going on a little bit of a hunt. Currently inside of a gang warehouse, the last living member is cowering in a corner, he watched all his friends die, there was no blood, no noise, but suddenly, a neck broken, and a body drops. Some tried to run, they failed, some tried to fight, that didn't do any better, and now the last member hides.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Violence has set up the Waffle House to run a little without him, going on a little bit of a hunt. Currently inside of a gang warehouse, the last living member is cowering in a corner, he watched all his friends die, there was no blood, no noise, but suddenly, a neck broken, and a body drops. Some tried to run, they failed, some tried to fight, that didn't do any better, and now the last member hides.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
*what exactly is Dib researching?*
*The mysterious disappearances, and the strange conflicts, and the nightmare lords, really anything he can get ahold of.*
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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 Mother has cornered some poor soul in an alley, who had just lost his life savings in a game of poker with the cloaked form of the Mother. The alley’s entrance is blocked off by webbing, and the Mother is slowly creeping closer towards the man, its two puppets, hanging from webs reaching into the sky, grabbed onto his arms to keep him from running away.
*Happy world puppetry day! [throws confetti]*
The Architect is seated on the roof of one of the buildings forming the walls of the alley, watching the scene with a smile on her mask, a small plastic bag of kettle corn in one of her hands. She can feel the fear from the panicking man- taste it, even.
The mother notices the Architect, but doesn’t distract themselves from their task. Threads leap from around the Mother towards the man, attaching to his limbs and neck. The Mother, holding those same threads in their human set of hands, begins puppeteering the man around the alley, making him dance as he screams in utter terror. It chuckles and laughs, and just as he’s about to call for help- it lunges towards him, sinking it’s teeth into his neck, cutting his scream short as venom makes its way through his veins.
Once the poor soul is dead, the Mother can hear the Architect clapping, rising to her feet in a standing ovation as she walks down the wall of the building, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
The Mother climbs up to the side of the other building, partially to make room for the Architect considering how enormous the Mother’s monstrous form is. Two of it’s appendages are busy cocooning the corpse in a casket of silk.
”enjoy the show?” The Mother asks, grinning as it wipes blood from it’s face using a handkerchief.
*Sorry about the delay*
"I loved it! Such graceful brutality! Such vicious cunning! Truly, a marvelous performance." She applauds, walking down the wall back into the alley proper.
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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)
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "hello"
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
"Whatcha up to? Also, how are you?"
"Just some more Nightmare research, a lot of disappearances and deaths have been happening with strange circumstances. I want to know more. I'm fine, you?"
"I'm alright. And what do you want to know exactly? I might be able to help"
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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.
Violence has set up the Waffle House to run a little without him, going on a little bit of a hunt. Currently inside of a gang warehouse, the last living member is cowering in a corner, he watched all his friends die, there was no blood, no noise, but suddenly, a neck broken, and a body drops. Some tried to run, they failed, some tried to fight, that didn't do any better, and now the last member hides.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
*what exactly is Dib researching?*
*The mysterious disappearances, and the strange conflicts, and the nightmare lords, really anything he can get ahold of.*
*well then, I’d say there might be a bit of online speculation on one of the nightmare lords…*
Dib, after a lot of searching, finds a conspiracy about some of the disappearances in Balios. Nineteen missing, no bodies.
[Deleted User]: dont u think it’s weird that a lot of the missing people were last seen near Red Wednesday Bridge? And it’s kinda odd that no one has gone to try and recover any bodies. They think the river is too deep to try and safely find them. There’s also been sightings of something under the Bridge at night. All the sightings are on the same dates as the appearances. Maybe this all has something to do with the Old Balios bar? Rumor says it’s haunted, it’s not too far from the bridge and most of those who disappeared were seen at the New Balios bar next door earlier in the night. The old Balios bar is an off limits zone, ‘unstable foundation,’ or some stupid cover up. Maybe they’re hiding something.
Little_Birdie: the Government is definitely hiding something. They would have investigated all this if they weren’t.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "hello"
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
"Whatcha up to? Also, how are you?"
"Just some more Nightmare research, a lot of disappearances and deaths have been happening with strange circumstances. I want to know more. I'm fine, you?"
"I'm alright. And what do you want to know exactly? I might be able to help"
"I know many people have gone missing, likely to attacks by Nightmares, and I know about a place called the Fair."
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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.'
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "hello"
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
"Whatcha up to? Also, how are you?"
"Just some more Nightmare research, a lot of disappearances and deaths have been happening with strange circumstances. I want to know more. I'm fine, you?"
"I'm alright. And what do you want to know exactly? I might be able to help"
"I know many people have gone missing, likely to attacks by Nightmares, and I know about a place called the Fair."
"Well, thats certainly something to look into"
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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.
Violence has set up the Waffle House to run a little without him, going on a little bit of a hunt. Currently inside of a gang warehouse, the last living member is cowering in a corner, he watched all his friends die, there was no blood, no noise, but suddenly, a neck broken, and a body drops. Some tried to run, they failed, some tried to fight, that didn't do any better, and now the last member hides.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
*what exactly is Dib researching?*
*The mysterious disappearances, and the strange conflicts, and the nightmare lords, really anything he can get ahold of.*
*well then, I’d say there might be a bit of online speculation on one of the nightmare lords…*
Dib, after a lot of searching, finds a conspiracy about some of the disappearances in Balios. Nineteen missing, no bodies.
[Deleted User]: dont u think it’s weird that a lot of the missing people were last seen near Red Wednesday Bridge? And it’s kinda odd that no one has gone to try and recover any bodies. They think the river is too deep to try and safely find them. There’s also been sightings of something under the Bridge at night. All the sightings are on the same dates as the appearances. Maybe this all has something to do with the Old Balios bar? Rumor says it’s haunted, it’s not too far from the bridge and most of those who disappeared were seen at the New Balios bar next door earlier in the night. The old Balios bar is an off limits zone, ‘unstable foundation,’ or some stupid cover up. Maybe they’re hiding something.
Little_Birdie: the Government is definitely hiding something. They would have investigated all this if they weren’t.
He looks at the post for a long time, writing down the date and everything he can about whoever posted before their user was deleted. He seen after closes his computer, picking it up and taking a long moment to think. He puts his things away and decides to make another mistake, after all, you cant learn anything without making mistakes. He begins walking towards the Red Wednesday Bridge, briefcase in hand, gloves on, notebook in his other hand, muttering to himself "I already visit Balios, if I live I'm going back there."
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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.'
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "hello"
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
"Whatcha up to? Also, how are you?"
"Just some more Nightmare research, a lot of disappearances and deaths have been happening with strange circumstances. I want to know more. I'm fine, you?"
"I'm alright. And what do you want to know exactly? I might be able to help"
"I know many people have gone missing, likely to attacks by Nightmares, and I know about a place called the Fair."
"Well, thats certainly something to look into"
"Don't go there." He says, more as an order than a request "I can handle the research, you don't need to get in harm's way."
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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 Mother has cornered some poor soul in an alley, who had just lost his life savings in a game of poker with the cloaked form of the Mother. The alley’s entrance is blocked off by webbing, and the Mother is slowly creeping closer towards the man, its two puppets, hanging from webs reaching into the sky, grabbed onto his arms to keep him from running away.
*Happy world puppetry day! [throws confetti]*
The Architect is seated on the roof of one of the buildings forming the walls of the alley, watching the scene with a smile on her mask, a small plastic bag of kettle corn in one of her hands. She can feel the fear from the panicking man- taste it, even.
The mother notices the Architect, but doesn’t distract themselves from their task. Threads leap from around the Mother towards the man, attaching to his limbs and neck. The Mother, holding those same threads in their human set of hands, begins puppeteering the man around the alley, making him dance as he screams in utter terror. It chuckles and laughs, and just as he’s about to call for help- it lunges towards him, sinking it’s teeth into his neck, cutting his scream short as venom makes its way through his veins.
Once the poor soul is dead, the Mother can hear the Architect clapping, rising to her feet in a standing ovation as she walks down the wall of the building, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
The Mother climbs up to the side of the other building, partially to make room for the Architect considering how enormous the Mother’s monstrous form is. Two of it’s appendages are busy cocooning the corpse in a casket of silk.
”enjoy the show?” The Mother asks, grinning as it wipes blood from it’s face using a handkerchief.
*Sorry about the delay*
"I loved it! Such graceful brutality! Such vicious cunning! Truly, a marvelous performance." She applauds, walking down the wall back into the alley proper.
“Why thank you, in the rare case a mortal notices me, I do make sure they are rightfully terrified… You run a fair, do you not? I’ve heard whispers that I wasn’t the only new nightmare lord in Balios…”
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*Happy world puppetry day! [throws confetti]*
The Architect is seated on the roof of one of the buildings forming the walls of the alley, watching the scene with a smile on her mask, a small plastic bag of kettle corn in one of her hands. She can feel the fear from the panicking man- taste it, even.
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 mother notices the Architect, but doesn’t distract themselves from their task. Threads leap from around the Mother towards the man, attaching to his limbs and neck. The Mother, holding those same threads in their human set of hands, begins puppeteering the man around the alley, making him dance as he screams in utter terror. It chuckles and laughs, and just as he’s about to call for help- it lunges towards him, sinking it’s teeth into his neck, cutting his scream short as venom makes its way through his veins.
Once the poor soul is dead, the Mother can hear the Architect clapping, rising to her feet in a standing ovation as she walks down the wall of the building, grinning ear to ear 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)
*hey yall*
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 Mother climbs up to the side of the other building, partially to make room for the Architect considering how enormous the Mother’s monstrous form is. Two of it’s appendages are busy cocooning the corpse in a casket of silk.
”enjoy the show?” The Mother asks, grinning as it wipes blood from it’s face using a handkerchief.
*Characters if anyone wants them.*
Violence has set up the Waffle House to run a little without him, going on a little bit of a hunt. Currently inside of a gang warehouse, the last living member is cowering in a corner, he watched all his friends die, there was no blood, no noise, but suddenly, a neck broken, and a body drops. Some tried to run, they failed, some tried to fight, that didn't do any better, and now the last member hides.
Dib is sitting inside of the cat cafe, sitting on his computer, his metallic cat in his lap as he does some research, typing away through the forums as he does some kind of research, writing on his notebook next to him with one hand.
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.)
Melissa comes inside, spotting him and waving, coming to sit next to him with a friendly "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
He looks up from his computer, smiling at them "Hello again Melissa." The metal cat moves to Melissa's lap, getting comfy.
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.)
"Whatcha up to? Also, how 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
"Just some more Nightmare research, a lot of disappearances and deaths have been happening with strange circumstances. I want to know more. I'm fine, 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.)
*what exactly is Dib researching?*
*The mysterious disappearances, and the strange conflicts, and the nightmare lords, really anything he can get ahold of.*
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.)
*Sorry about the delay*
"I loved it! Such graceful brutality! Such vicious cunning! Truly, a marvelous performance." She applauds, walking down the wall back into the alley proper.
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'm alright. And what do you want to know exactly? I might be able to help"
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
*well then, I’d say there might be a bit of online speculation on one of the nightmare lords…*
Dib, after a lot of searching, finds a conspiracy about some of the disappearances in Balios. Nineteen missing, no bodies.
"I know many people have gone missing, likely to attacks by Nightmares, and I know about a place called the Fair."
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.)
"Well, thats certainly something to look into"
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 looks at the post for a long time, writing down the date and everything he can about whoever posted before their user was deleted. He seen after closes his computer, picking it up and taking a long moment to think. He puts his things away and decides to make another mistake, after all, you cant learn anything without making mistakes. He begins walking towards the Red Wednesday Bridge, briefcase in hand, gloves on, notebook in his other hand, muttering to himself "I already visit Balios, if I live I'm going back there."
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.)
"Don't go there." He says, more as an order than a request "I can handle the research, you don't need to get in harm's way."
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.)
“Why thank you, in the rare case a mortal notices me, I do make sure they are rightfully terrified… You run a fair, do you not? I’ve heard whispers that I wasn’t the only new nightmare lord in Balios…”