*Maybe you could join me and the archfey, who seems friendly*
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She gasps, the memories flooding her mind again. "I'm sorry! Please, there's something under the bridge..."
“Wha-?… what’s under the bridge?..”
"I don't know, but it wants me to push you off... please, I'm sorry..."
“What do you mean-… you’re… you’re crazy!” He yells, backing away a few feet.
she can hear the creature scuttling beneath the bridge.
"No! Please- it's coming! Run!" She says, starting to back away
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She starts to panic, feeling trapped. She drops to a fetal position and starts whimpering
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Iago is seemingly bumbling around, gun in hand. 'Need any assistance?'
*oh, i must've glazed over this, if it is for us*
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"None. I just thought we might as well get acquainted. That creation is the result of one of my Dark Artes: Safety Blanket. Most wouldn't consider it powerful, but they've never been starving and hunted. I was hoping I could explain to you who I am and my role in all this, and you could do the same for me, if you so desire." The cats, likely Shikigami or some sort, begin to sniff at the legs, not touching them.
“How interesting… go ahead then, I would love to hear. Oh, would you like a drink as well?”
"No thank you. So, you know how people hate this town? Now, there are a thousand reasons why they would never leave, but surely you've noticed that they just... don't do much? How passively they just lay there? All that resentment... it's gotta go somewhere, doesn't it?"
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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.
She starts to panic, feeling trapped. She drops to a fetal position and starts whimpering
Amid her panic, she sees the creature, as four of its appendages reach up the top of the bridge and snatch the drunkard up, dragging him down. He screams for a full minute. Then, he is silent.
"None. I just thought we might as well get acquainted. That creation is the result of one of my Dark Artes: Safety Blanket. Most wouldn't consider it powerful, but they've never been starving and hunted. I was hoping I could explain to you who I am and my role in all this, and you could do the same for me, if you so desire." The cats, likely Shikigami or some sort, begin to sniff at the legs, not touching them.
“How interesting… go ahead then, I would love to hear. Oh, would you like a drink as well?”
"No thank you. So, you know how people hate this town? Now, there are a thousand reasons why they would never leave, but surely you've noticed that they just... don't do much? How passively they just lay there? All that resentment... it's gotta go somewhere, doesn't it?"
“You are right… are you that resentment, taken form?”
It's midnight- exactly midnight- and outside of Balios, a collection of lights can be seen in the distance, glittering like fireflies in the dark. This is an odd occurrence, but not a rare one- rumor has it, every night for a few months of the year, from midnight to 1:00 am, you can see the lights while driving on any major road leading into or out of town. Doesn't matter the road or which way you look- you can see them regardless. Outside of that window of time, though, there's nothing there- no lights, no structure of any kind, nothing. There for a brief while and gone again as quickly as it appears.
There is something there, though. Where else would the music be coming from? Why else would there be a faint smell of warm wiring and caramel in the air if one were to follow the lights? Why else is it that the ones who do follow the lights can't remember a thing about what they found come dawn- if they don't vanish before dawn, that is?
That's okay, though. No one would want to remember what they saw at the Fair anyway. Too many arms. No faces. Swarming the place in dozens. Perhaps some things are better left not remembered. Really, though, it doesn't matter either way- at least, not to the Architect- so long as they get a good scare while they're there.
She starts to panic, feeling trapped. She drops to a fetal position and starts whimpering
Amid her panic, she sees the creature, as four of its appendages reach up the top of the bridge and snatch the drunkard up, dragging him down. He screams for a full minute. Then, he is silent.
She can no longer hear the creature.
She shuts her eyes, trying to ignore his screams. Once it stops, she opens them again, glancing around
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Iago is seemingly bumbling around, gun in hand. 'Need any assistance?'
*oh, i must've glazed over this, if it is for us*
*yes, it was for you guys*
*shoot now i feel bad*
He sees a girl in dark, gothic clothing, lying in a fetal position on the ground
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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.
Iago is seemingly bumbling around, gun in hand. 'Need any assistance?'
*oh, i must've glazed over this, if it is for us*
*yes, it was for you guys*
*shoot now i feel bad*
He sees a girl in dark, gothic clothing, lying in a fetal position on the ground
'Are you ok? What's the matter?'
"Please... there's something under the bridge! It ate a man..."
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The cat rolls over so he can rub their belly. Amatarou chuckles warmly. "Darn. O for O today. Have you been on the forums yet? They talk about everything worth talking about. Soil quality, atmospheric pressure, local paleontological finds, and, as always, the paranormal. Might give you an idea of where to look."
“Oh I don’t want to waste my time looking for something that may not be exactly what I want, but I’ll definitely give it a look, thank you for the suggestion.” He begins rubbing the belly of the cat with a smile, “I only got here today.” He opens his briefcase with his other hand, mechanical things inside, seemingly Liquid Metal.
"A strange attitude for a scientist, I would say. But I'm glad you like our cats. Other than the ghosts, cats are our staple." He looks at the liquid metal within the case. "So, what might that be?"
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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.
"No thank you. So, you know how people hate this town? Now, there are a thousand reasons why they would never leave, but surely you've noticed that they just... don't do much? How passively they just lay there? All that resentment... it's gotta go somewhere, doesn't it?"
“You are right… are you that resentment, taken form?”
"Exactly. I am a town so stuck in its comfort zone, controlled by people so desperate for power and wealth that they can't let their only future leave or their storied past live. You live inside my body, drinking my blood and feeding on my food. I digest the people who come here, lulling them into such softness and security they can't find out how to escape. My weapon is procrastination, and my armor is ennui. I know every leaf on every branch on every tree in Balios, and can count the hairs on a spider's legs before they are even hatched. All life in Balios is mine, and I welcome you to my fleeing future, my storied past." He raises his hands and sits down in a nearby chair. "Any questions?"
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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.
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*Maybe you could join me and the archfey, who seems friendly*
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
Iago is seemingly bumbling around, gun in hand. 'Need any assistance?'
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"No! Please- it's coming! Run!" She says, starting to back away
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 seems to hear it too. He looks around again, panicked. She can hear it getting closer. Tap, tap, tap. He starts sprinting away.
She starts to panic, feeling trapped. She drops to a fetal position and starts whimpering
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
*oh, i must've glazed over this, if it is for us*
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
"No thank you. So, you know how people hate this town? Now, there are a thousand reasons why they would never leave, but surely you've noticed that they just... don't do much? How passively they just lay there? All that resentment... it's gotta go somewhere, doesn't it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Amid her panic, she sees the creature, as four of its appendages reach up the top of the bridge and snatch the drunkard up, dragging him down. He screams for a full minute. Then, he is silent.
She can no longer hear the creature.
*yes, it was for you guys*
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“You are right… are you that resentment, taken form?”
It's midnight- exactly midnight- and outside of Balios, a collection of lights can be seen in the distance, glittering like fireflies in the dark. This is an odd occurrence, but not a rare one- rumor has it, every night for a few months of the year, from midnight to 1:00 am, you can see the lights while driving on any major road leading into or out of town. Doesn't matter the road or which way you look- you can see them regardless. Outside of that window of time, though, there's nothing there- no lights, no structure of any kind, nothing. There for a brief while and gone again as quickly as it appears.
There is something there, though. Where else would the music be coming from? Why else would there be a faint smell of warm wiring and caramel in the air if one were to follow the lights? Why else is it that the ones who do follow the lights can't remember a thing about what they found come dawn- if they don't vanish before dawn, that is?
That's okay, though. No one would want to remember what they saw at the Fair anyway. Too many arms. No faces. Swarming the place in dozens. Perhaps some things are better left not remembered. Really, though, it doesn't matter either way- at least, not to the Architect- so long as they get a good scare while they're there.
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)
She shuts her eyes, trying to ignore his screams. Once it stops, she opens them again, glancing around
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
*hey baalz, wanna rp?*
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*shoot now i feel bad*
He sees a girl in dark, gothic clothing, lying in a fetal position on the ground
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
'Are you ok? What's the matter?'
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"Please... there's something under the bridge! It ate a man..."
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
'Under the bridge? I can guess what that might be. At least you weren't dumb enough to go and try to rescue the man'
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"A strange attitude for a scientist, I would say. But I'm glad you like our cats. Other than the ghosts, cats are our staple." He looks at the liquid metal within the case. "So, what might that be?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gtg*
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"Exactly. I am a town so stuck in its comfort zone, controlled by people so desperate for power and wealth that they can't let their only future leave or their storied past live. You live inside my body, drinking my blood and feeding on my food. I digest the people who come here, lulling them into such softness and security they can't find out how to escape. My weapon is procrastination, and my armor is ennui. I know every leaf on every branch on every tree in Balios, and can count the hairs on a spider's legs before they are even hatched. All life in Balios is mine, and I welcome you to my fleeing future, my storied past." He raises his hands and sits down in a nearby chair. "Any questions?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.