"I'm already dead. You don't need to worry about me. In fact, why don't we go together?"
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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."
Red Wednesday bridge is on the eastern side of town, above an extremely deep, fast part of the river. On one side is the town’s suburban area, and on the other are quite a few older buildings along with a couple of newer, more recently built ones. Most popular among them is the Old Balios bar, a run down, closed, decaying building, and the New Balios bar, a lively, clean establishment right next door. It’s nearly dusk. Make an investigation check.
Red Wednesday bridge is on the eastern side of town, above an extremely deep, fast part of the river. On one side is the town’s suburban area, and on the other are quite a few older buildings along with a couple of newer, more recently built ones. Most popular among them is the Old Balios bar, a run down, closed, decaying building, and the New Balios bar, a lively, clean establishment right next door. It’s nearly dusk. Make an investigation check.
He prepares himself, taking out his investigation tools, including a makeshift Dark Energy detector, his eyes glowing that strange shade of purple as he begins looking for anything he can find. Investigation:15
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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 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…”
"I do- The Masquerade Fair!.. it's, er, not open at the moment, but will be soon. Lots of opportunities to terrify, and lots of temptation for people to try to distract themselves from their own dread and ennui with rides, attractions, and overpriced overly sugary food..."
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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'm already dead. You don't need to worry about me. In fact, why don't we go together?"
*You gotta say when you're gonna cut the chain, man*
"From what I understand, because you're dead doesn't mean you can't be hurt. I don't need my work getting you in danger, okay?"
*ooogh sorry*
"I can handle myself. I've learned from that night. I'm going either way, either with or without you"
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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…”
"I do- The Masquerade Fair!.. it's, er, not open at the moment, but will be soon. Lots of opportunities to terrify, and lots of temptation for people to try to distract themselves from their own dread and ennui with rides, attractions, and overpriced overly sugary food..."
“Sounds simply marvelous! If Amatarou is the stagnancy of this town, and I am what they try to fill the void in their hearts with, what would that make you, my dear?” It asks, circling around her, scuttling along the sides of the buildings.
*these three seem like they would work together very well as Nightmare Lords.*
"I'm already dead. You don't need to worry about me. In fact, why don't we go together?"
*You gotta say when you're gonna cut the chain, man*
"From what I understand, because you're dead doesn't mean you can't be hurt. I don't need my work getting you in danger, okay?"
*ooogh sorry*
"I can handle myself. I've learned from that night. I'm going either way, either with or without you"
*It's all good man, no sweat.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose, one of the lenses on his glasses cracking before he gets up, "Fine, but I'm protecting you."
"Alright, deal. Let's head out shall we?"
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Red Wednesday bridge is on the eastern side of town, above an extremely deep, fast part of the river. On one side is the town’s suburban area, and on the other are quite a few older buildings along with a couple of newer, more recently built ones. Most popular among them is the Old Balios bar, a run down, closed, decaying building, and the New Balios bar, a lively, clean establishment right next door. It’s nearly dusk. Make an investigation check.
He prepares himself, taking out his investigation tools, including a makeshift Dark Energy detector, his eyes glowing that strange shade of purple as he begins looking for anything he can find. Investigation:21
This bridge is simply… drenched in dark energy, he can almost faintly hear someone cry for help, though he knows it isn’t real. A car drives past him.
as soon as the sun begins to set, he hears this… creaking, tap-tap-tap sound, and the levels of dark energy in the area spike to an utterly incomprehensible degree. Something is coming.
but he doesn’t hear anything else, doesn’t see anything approach. He just knows that it is there.
He cracks his back and neck, "I suppose that we shall."
*im assuming we are going to the fair?*
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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.
Red Wednesday bridge is on the eastern side of town, above an extremely deep, fast part of the river. On one side is the town’s suburban area, and on the other are quite a few older buildings along with a couple of newer, more recently built ones. Most popular among them is the Old Balios bar, a run down, closed, decaying building, and the New Balios bar, a lively, clean establishment right next door. It’s nearly dusk. Make an investigation check.
He prepares himself, taking out his investigation tools, including a makeshift Dark Energy detector, his eyes glowing that strange shade of purple as he begins looking for anything he can find. Investigation:21
This bridge is simply… drenched in dark energy, he can almost faintly hear someone cry for help, though he knows it isn’t real. A car drives past him.
as soon as the sun begins to set, he hears this… creaking, tap-tap-tap sound, and the levels of dark energy in the area spike to an utterly incomprehensible degree. Something is coming.
but he doesn’t hear anything else, doesn’t see anything approach. He just knows that it is there.
The ticker on his detector shatters, and his smiles from behind his trenchcoat, adjusting his hair and gloves before putting the detector away. He dusts himself off as if he is attempting to look his best for the monstrosity watching him, adjusting his glasses "Nightmare Lord?" He asks to the air, as if he's encountered one before, or maybe, the other two.
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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.'
Red Wednesday bridge is on the eastern side of town, above an extremely deep, fast part of the river. On one side is the town’s suburban area, and on the other are quite a few older buildings along with a couple of newer, more recently built ones. Most popular among them is the Old Balios bar, a run down, closed, decaying building, and the New Balios bar, a lively, clean establishment right next door. It’s nearly dusk. Make an investigation check.
He prepares himself, taking out his investigation tools, including a makeshift Dark Energy detector, his eyes glowing that strange shade of purple as he begins looking for anything he can find. Investigation:21
This bridge is simply… drenched in dark energy, he can almost faintly hear someone cry for help, though he knows it isn’t real. A car drives past him.
as soon as the sun begins to set, he hears this… creaking, tap-tap-tap sound, and the levels of dark energy in the area spike to an utterly incomprehensible degree. Something is coming.
but he doesn’t hear anything else, doesn’t see anything approach. He just knows that it is there.
The ticker on his detector shatters, and his smiles from behind his trenchcoat, adjusting his hair and gloves before putting the detector away. He dusts himself off as if he is attempting to look his best for the monstrosity watching him, adjusting his glasses "Nightmare Lord?" He asks to the air, as if he's encountered one before, or maybe, the other two.
He feels something breathing down his neck. “You called?”
if he turns around to see what it is, nothing is there.
He feels something breathing down his neck. “You called?”
if he turns around to see what it is, nothing is there.
He doesn't, continuing to take deep breaths, closing his eyes for a moment, clasping his hands together in front of him "I don't believe we've met, and considering I've met the other two, it's only right I meet you too. I'm Zackery, but please, just call me Dib." His manner of speak has completely changed, understanding the danger he is in.
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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.'
He feels something breathing down his neck. “You called?”
if he turns around to see what it is, nothing is there.
He doesn't, continuing to take deep breaths, closing his eyes for a moment, clasping his hands together in front of him "I don't believe we've met, and considering I've met the other two, it's only right I meet you too. I'm Zackery, but please, just call me Dib." His manner of speak has completely changed, understanding the danger he is in.
“You’ve interacted with both the Queen and Amatarou with your sanity intact? Mm, impressive. Now, tell me, my dearest Darling Dib, why you’ve decided to risk meeting a third?”
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…”
"I do- The Masquerade Fair!.. it's, er, not open at the moment, but will be soon. Lots of opportunities to terrify, and lots of temptation for people to try to distract themselves from their own dread and ennui with rides, attractions, and overpriced overly sugary food..."
“Sounds simply marvelous! If Amatarou is the stagnancy of this town, and I am what they try to fill the void in their hearts with, what would that make you, my dear?” It asks, circling around her, scuttling along the sides of the buildings.
*these three seem like they would work together very well as Nightmare Lords.*
"I think I'm... the looming dread that is always in the back of ones mind, knowing that they'll eventually have to return from their distraction and back to that stagnancy they are so desperate to escape, thinking that maybe if they just don't think about it, the problem will vanish..." She muses, still smiling to herself.
*They do- if these three were to team up, they'd be unstoppable...*
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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 might make a nightmare lord myself. Still thinking of ideas*
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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.
He feels something breathing down his neck. “You called?”
if he turns around to see what it is, nothing is there.
He doesn't, continuing to take deep breaths, closing his eyes for a moment, clasping his hands together in front of him "I don't believe we've met, and considering I've met the other two, it's only right I meet you too. I'm Zackery, but please, just call me Dib." His manner of speak has completely changed, understanding the danger he is in.
“You’ve interacted with both the Queen and Amatarou with your sanity intact? Mm, impressive. Now, tell me, my dearest Darling Dib, why you’ve decided to risk meeting a third?”
"Risk begets reward, and describing my sanity as 'intact' wouldn't be entirely accurate, ma'am. I wouldn't be able to learn anything about the Nightmares of this town without a little risk."
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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 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…”
"I do- The Masquerade Fair!.. it's, er, not open at the moment, but will be soon. Lots of opportunities to terrify, and lots of temptation for people to try to distract themselves from their own dread and ennui with rides, attractions, and overpriced overly sugary food..."
“Sounds simply marvelous! If Amatarou is the stagnancy of this town, and I am what they try to fill the void in their hearts with, what would that make you, my dear?” It asks, circling around her, scuttling along the sides of the buildings.
*these three seem like they would work together very well as Nightmare Lords.*
"I think I'm... the looming dread that is always in the back of ones mind, knowing that they'll eventually have to return from their distraction and back to that stagnancy they are so desperate to escape, thinking that maybe if they just don't think about it, the problem will vanish..." She muses, still smiling to herself.
*They do- if these three were to team up, they'd be unstoppable...*
“Oh, I do believe I am going to like you, my dear... I currently reside in the Old Balios bar, but Amatarou and I have been working together to redecorate a Casino to serve as my new domain… it is coming along swimmingly.”
*and their themes work together quite well! Amatarou being the fear of laziness and Stagnancy, the Mother being the fear of Addiction and obsession, and the Architect being what she just described. Yes, they’d be quite the horrifying trio. Nobody in Balios would be safe…*
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"I'm already dead. You don't need to worry about me. In fact, why don't we go together?"
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
Red Wednesday bridge is on the eastern side of town, above an extremely deep, fast part of the river. On one side is the town’s suburban area, and on the other are quite a few older buildings along with a couple of newer, more recently built ones. Most popular among them is the Old Balios bar, a run down, closed, decaying building, and the New Balios bar, a lively, clean establishment right next door. It’s nearly dusk. Make an investigation check.
*You gotta say when you're gonna cut the chain, man*
"From what I understand, because you're dead doesn't mean you can't be hurt. I don't need my work getting you in danger, okay?"
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.)
He prepares himself, taking out his investigation tools, including a makeshift Dark Energy detector, his eyes glowing that strange shade of purple as he begins looking for anything he can find. Investigation:15
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 do- The Masquerade Fair!.. it's, er, not open at the moment, but will be soon. Lots of opportunities to terrify, and lots of temptation for people to try to distract themselves from their own dread and ennui with rides, attractions, and overpriced overly sugary food..."
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)
*ooogh sorry*
"I can handle myself. I've learned from that night. I'm going either way, either with or without 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
*It's all good man, no sweat.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose, one of the lenses on his glasses cracking before he gets up, "Fine, but I'm protecting 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.)
“Sounds simply marvelous! If Amatarou is the stagnancy of this town, and I am what they try to fill the void in their hearts with, what would that make you, my dear?” It asks, circling around her, scuttling along the sides of the buildings.
*these three seem like they would work together very well as Nightmare Lords.*
"Alright, deal. Let's head out shall we?"
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 cracks his back and neck, "I suppose that we shall." He packs everything up.
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.)
This bridge is simply… drenched in dark energy, he can almost faintly hear someone cry for help, though he knows it isn’t real. A car drives past him.
as soon as the sun begins to set, he hears this… creaking, tap-tap-tap sound, and the levels of dark energy in the area spike to an utterly incomprehensible degree. Something is coming.
but he doesn’t hear anything else, doesn’t see anything approach. He just knows that it is there.
*im assuming we are going to the fair?*
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 ticker on his detector shatters, and his smiles from behind his trenchcoat, adjusting his hair and gloves before putting the detector away. He dusts himself off as if he is attempting to look his best for the monstrosity watching him, adjusting his glasses "Nightmare Lord?" He asks to the air, as if he's encountered one before, or maybe, the other two.
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.)
He feels something breathing down his neck. “You called?”
if he turns around to see what it is, nothing is there.
He doesn't, continuing to take deep breaths, closing his eyes for a moment, clasping his hands together in front of him "I don't believe we've met, and considering I've met the other two, it's only right I meet you too. I'm Zackery, but please, just call me Dib." His manner of speak has completely changed, understanding the danger he is in.
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.)
“You’ve interacted with both the Queen and Amatarou with your sanity intact? Mm, impressive. Now, tell me, my dearest Darling Dib, why you’ve decided to risk meeting a third?”
"I think I'm... the looming dread that is always in the back of ones mind, knowing that they'll eventually have to return from their distraction and back to that stagnancy they are so desperate to escape, thinking that maybe if they just don't think about it, the problem will vanish..." She muses, still smiling to herself.
*They do- if these three were to team up, they'd be unstoppable...*
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 might make a nightmare lord myself. Still thinking of ideas*
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
"Risk begets reward, and describing my sanity as 'intact' wouldn't be entirely accurate, ma'am. I wouldn't be able to learn anything about the Nightmares of this town without a little risk."
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.)
“Oh, I do believe I am going to like you, my dear... I currently reside in the Old Balios bar, but Amatarou and I have been working together to redecorate a Casino to serve as my new domain… it is coming along swimmingly.”
*and their themes work together quite well! Amatarou being the fear of laziness and Stagnancy, the Mother being the fear of Addiction and obsession, and the Architect being what she just described. Yes, they’d be quite the horrifying trio. Nobody in Balios would be safe…*