Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
I see the body, I scamper out of the shadows and see who it is.
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
There is a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and shifting flesh, before the Architect walks over to the curled-up figure in her humanoid guise from the darkness of the alleyway. "What happened to you?.." She says to no one in particular, looking to see if they're still alive.
'Ughhh... he ....came for me. Guess I.... knew he would. Didn't think he'd bring a friend. I need help. Healing. Took a beating'
*hey, Yvonne, care to roleplay? I think it’d be fun if the Architect and the Mother of Puppets, both being one of the three or four nightmare lords around Balios, met.*
Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
I see the body, I scamper out of the shadows and see who it is.
Amatarou Ocha, a local Nightmare Lord, has put out a challenge. There are two Nightmares, Iago and Roadkill Charlie. He wants them broken.
Not dead, but ruined in every sense of the word and left in the alley behind Chunklo's Cat Cafe. You cannot kill anyone during this time or you are disqualified, and at any time Amatarou can send word to "up the pressure," meaning everyone has to put in more effort to make these guys' lives worse. Failure to act will also result in disqualification. Everything else is fair play.
So, what is he giving as a reward? Four supernaturally potent kamaitachi sickles and 10,000 dollars. Whoever causes the most harm to the two while leaving them with their agency and lives gets the prize, but failure to do enough will result in the loot being divided among the greatest punishers.
So, you in, friend?
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
I see the body, I scamper out of the shadows and see who it is.
*perception: 12*
*you might, if you have met him before, recognise this to be the Slink, who Iago and Charlie are said to have killed*
*I just wanna say, Baalz, this update title method is very effective. Moment I saw a change I scrambled onto here to see what was going on. I especially need to intro soon now...*
*hey, Yvonne, care to roleplay? I think it’d be fun if the Architect and the Mother of Puppets, both being one of the three or four nightmare lords around Balios, met.*
*Sure, I'd love to!*
The Architect's hunt has brought her to the Old Balios Bar. She contorts back into her humanoid guise before walking inside, scanning her surroundings for her targets.
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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 is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
There is a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and shifting flesh, before the Architect walks over to the curled-up figure in her humanoid guise from the darkness of the alleyway. "What happened to you?.." She says to no one in particular, looking to see if they're still alive.
'Ughhh... he ....came for me. Guess I.... knew he would. Didn't think he'd bring a friend. I need help. Healing. Took a beating'
"I see... let me help you." Her arm shudders for a moment, before splitting down the middle with a sickening snap. Drops of black ichor- Dark Energy- fall from the arm onto their wounds. It doesn't quite heal them, but it does strengthen them enough to recover. (She transfers 4 points of her Dark Energy reserves to them)
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*hey, Yvonne, care to roleplay? I think it’d be fun if the Architect and the Mother of Puppets, both being one of the three or four nightmare lords around Balios, met.*
*Sure, I'd love to!*
The Architect's hunt has brought her to the Old Balios Bar. She contorts back into her humanoid guise before walking inside, scanning her surroundings for her targets.
The Old Balios bar has a rather unstable foundation, and the floorboards are rotting away slowly, revealing small gaps in the floor that lead to a dark abyss below. Furniture is broken, strewn about, and covered in cobwebs. There’s a staircase leading to the upper floor, an old record player on the bar, and behind the bar, a fully stocked shelf of dozens of different alcohols. She hears this… creaking, scuttling sound coming from above- no… below? Her. Like some giant, many-legged creature is stalking within the walls of the bar.
The Architect is searching for her prey under the cover of darkness, crawling across rooftops and slinking through alleyways in a shadowy blur of skittering legs. She moves without sound, cloaking her audible presence rather than her visual appearance, her grim mask occasionally looking out of the darkness before vanishing again.
She will find them, soon enough.
She comes across the form of an unconscious humanoid curled up in one of the alleyways. It looks mostly human, though it is difficult to tell, as its limbs seem unnaturally elongated and its skin is deathly pale. It seems to be badly injured, whatever it is, covered in blood and bruises
There is a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and shifting flesh, before the Architect walks over to the curled-up figure in her humanoid guise from the darkness of the alleyway. "What happened to you?.." She says to no one in particular, looking to see if they're still alive.
'Ughhh... he ....came for me. Guess I.... knew he would. Didn't think he'd bring a friend. I need help. Healing. Took a beating'
"I see... let me help you." Her arm shudders for a moment, before splitting down the middle with a sickening snap. Drops of black ichor- Dark Energy- fall from the arm onto their wounds. It doesn't quite heal them, but it does strengthen them enough to recover. (She transfers 4 points of her Dark Energy reserves to them)
'Uhh, thanks.' The figure stands up. 'Thank you so much. Don't trust the guy in the hazmat suit. Or the white tuxedo. I've dreamed about him, you see. I know he did this.'
*Quote chain cut* I try to hide the creature, trying to get it out of sight.
'Who's there?'
“Its just me, Chungar.” I say reassuringly.
'I need help. I should be dead, they beat me half to death. I don't know how long I can hold out'
“I can take you to safety, just hold on a little longer” I whisper. I start to carry Slink to a safe house. Once I get to my human home, I lay Slink on a couch and start to gather medical supplies to try to bandage his wounds.
*Quote chain cut* I try to hide the creature, trying to get it out of sight.
'Who's there?'
“Its just me, Chungar.” I say reassuringly.
'I need help. I should be dead, they beat me half to death. I don't know how long I can hold out'
“I can take you to safety, just hold on a little longer” I whisper. I start to carry Slink to a safe house. Once I get to my human home, I lay Slink on a couch and start to gather medical supplies to try to bandage his wounds.
*Medicine: 16*
The bandaging seems to work 'Thanks. You saved my life. Don't trust the hazmat guy. Or the white tuxedo guy. I've seen him in my dreams. He did this'
*hey, Yvonne, care to roleplay? I think it’d be fun if the Architect and the Mother of Puppets, both being one of the three or four nightmare lords around Balios, met.*
*Sure, I'd love to!*
The Architect's hunt has brought her to the Old Balios Bar. She contorts back into her humanoid guise before walking inside, scanning her surroundings for her targets.
The Old Balios bar has a rather unstable foundation, and the floorboards are rotting away slowly, revealing small gaps in the floor that lead to a dark abyss below. Furniture is broken, strewn about, and covered in cobwebs. There’s a staircase leading to the upper floor, an old record player on the bar, and behind the bar, a fully stocked shelf of dozens of different alcohols. She hears this… creaking, scuttling sound coming from above- no… below? Her. Like some giant, many-legged creature is stalking within the walls of the bar.
She smiles a bit behind her mask, walking across the rotting floorboards without any sound, as if she wasn't really there. "Who's there?" She asks without a hint of fear, sitting down on one of the cobweb-covered chairs and waiting.
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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)
*Quote chain cut* I try to hide the creature, trying to get it out of sight.
'Who's there?'
“Its just me, Chungar.” I say reassuringly.
'I need help. I should be dead, they beat me half to death. I don't know how long I can hold out'
“I can take you to safety, just hold on a little longer” I whisper. I start to carry Slink to a safe house. Once I get to my human home, I lay Slink on a couch and start to gather medical supplies to try to bandage his wounds.
*Medicine: 16*
The bandaging seems to work 'Thanks. You saved my life. Don't trust the hazmat guy. Or the white tuxedo guy. I've seen him in my dreams. He did this'
*Quote chain cut* I try to hide the creature, trying to get it out of sight.
'Who's there?'
“Its just me, Chungar.” I say reassuringly.
'I need help. I should be dead, they beat me half to death. I don't know how long I can hold out'
“I can take you to safety, just hold on a little longer” I whisper. I start to carry Slink to a safe house. Once I get to my human home, I lay Slink on a couch and start to gather medical supplies to try to bandage his wounds.
*Medicine: 16*
The bandaging seems to work 'Thanks. You saved my life. Don't trust the hazmat guy. Or the white tuxedo guy. I've seen him in my dreams. He did this'
“I’ll take that to heart my good friend”
'And would you like to take this?' The Slink offers them a grimy rubber duck. 'Sorry, not that. That's Bob, he's my friend. Got the wrong thing'. He then offers them a wooden cross made from bound-together twigs
*Quote chain cut* I try to hide the creature, trying to get it out of sight.
'Who's there?'
“Its just me, Chungar.” I say reassuringly.
'I need help. I should be dead, they beat me half to death. I don't know how long I can hold out'
“I can take you to safety, just hold on a little longer” I whisper. I start to carry Slink to a safe house. Once I get to my human home, I lay Slink on a couch and start to gather medical supplies to try to bandage his wounds.
*Medicine: 16*
The bandaging seems to work 'Thanks. You saved my life. Don't trust the hazmat guy. Or the white tuxedo guy. I've seen him in my dreams. He did this'
“I’ll take that to heart my good friend”
'And would you like to take this?' The Slink offers them a grimy rubber duck. 'Sorry, not that. That's Bob, he's my friend. Got the wrong thing'. He then offers them a wooden cross made from bound-together twigs
I see the body, I scamper out of the shadows and see who it is.
*perception: 3*
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'Ughhh... he ....came for me. Guess I.... knew he would. Didn't think he'd bring a friend. I need help. Healing. Took a beating'
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*hey, Yvonne, care to roleplay? I think it’d be fun if the Architect and the Mother of Puppets, both being one of the three or four nightmare lords around Balios, met.*
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*you might, if you have met him before, recognise this to be the Slink, who Iago and Charlie are said to have killed*
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*Quote chain cut*
I try to hide the creature, trying to get it out of sight.
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*I just wanna say, Baalz, this update title method is very effective. Moment I saw a change I scrambled onto here to see what was going on. I especially need to intro soon now...*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
'Who's there?'
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*Sure, I'd love to!*
The Architect's hunt has brought her to the Old Balios Bar. She contorts back into her humanoid guise before walking inside, scanning her surroundings for her targets.
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)
“Its just me, Chungar.” I say reassuringly.
Check these out: My Imgur Page, My Deviant Art
"I see... let me help you." Her arm shudders for a moment, before splitting down the middle with a sickening snap. Drops of black ichor- Dark Energy- fall from the arm onto their wounds. It doesn't quite heal them, but it does strengthen them enough to recover. (She transfers 4 points of her Dark Energy reserves to them)
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'I need help. I should be dead, they beat me half to death. I don't know how long I can hold out'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The Old Balios bar has a rather unstable foundation, and the floorboards are rotting away slowly, revealing small gaps in the floor that lead to a dark abyss below. Furniture is broken, strewn about, and covered in cobwebs. There’s a staircase leading to the upper floor, an old record player on the bar, and behind the bar, a fully stocked shelf of dozens of different alcohols. She hears this… creaking, scuttling sound coming from above- no… below? Her. Like some giant, many-legged creature is stalking within the walls of the bar.
'Uhh, thanks.' The figure stands up. 'Thank you so much. Don't trust the guy in the hazmat suit. Or the white tuxedo. I've dreamed about him, you see. I know he did this.'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
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The bandaging seems to work 'Thanks. You saved my life. Don't trust the hazmat guy. Or the white tuxedo guy. I've seen him in my dreams. He did this'
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She smiles a bit behind her mask, walking across the rotting floorboards without any sound, as if she wasn't really there. "Who's there?" She asks without a hint of fear, sitting down on one of the cobweb-covered chairs and waiting.
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’ll take that to heart my good friend”
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'And would you like to take this?' The Slink offers them a grimy rubber duck. 'Sorry, not that. That's Bob, he's my friend. Got the wrong thing'. He then offers them a wooden cross made from bound-together twigs
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
“Do I drive this into a heart or what?”
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