The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
Charlie stops spraying and shakes the can. “Hello to you too.” You can see his car parked not too far away. “You a troll under this bridge? Be careful, I might be a billy goat gruff.”
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
Charlie stops spraying and shakes the can. “Hello to you too.” You can see his car parked not too far away. “You a troll under this bridge? Be careful, I might be a billy goat gruff.”
“Oh, impressive! I wasn’t aware you could read. Tell me, my dear… was it you who vandalized this part of my territory?”
in an instant, though it is utterly silent, and almost undetectable, Charlie can feel that the mother suddenly got a whole lot closer. Where it is, he isn’t sure.
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
Charlie stops spraying and shakes the can. “Hello to you too.” You can see his car parked not too far away. “You a troll under this bridge? Be careful, I might be a billy goat gruff.”
“Oh, impressive! I wasn’t aware you could read. Tell me, my dear… was it you who vandalized this part of my territory?”
in an instant, though it is utterly silent, and almost undetectable, Charlie can feel that the mother suddenly got a whole lot closer. Where it is, he isn’t sure.
“Of course I can read. I just make sure not to do it in public. I have an image to keep up, you know?” He looks at the spray can in his hand and then at the fresh paint glistening on the wall. “Er… no. I think I saw the vandal go that way though. You should probably go and stop him, the rascal. Can’t have that sort in our town, now can we?”
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
Charlie stops spraying and shakes the can. “Hello to you too.” You can see his car parked not too far away. “You a troll under this bridge? Be careful, I might be a billy goat gruff.”
“Oh, impressive! I wasn’t aware you could read. Tell me, my dear… was it you who vandalized this part of my territory?”
in an instant, though it is utterly silent, and almost undetectable, Charlie can feel that the mother suddenly got a whole lot closer. Where it is, he isn’t sure.
“Of course I can read. I just make sure not to do it in public. I have an image to keep up, you know?” He looks at the spray can in his hand and then at the fresh paint glistening on the wall. “Er… no. I think I saw the vandal go that way though. You should probably go and stop him, the rascal. Can’t have that sort in our town, now can we?”
“Oh, you are right, of course… dirty roaches, invading upon the hunting grounds of others and showing not a modicum of respect… do you know what I do to people like that?”
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Male: 16
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Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
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It is lunging at you
What Do You Do?
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How?
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2 unarmed strikes 9 damage.
Take 6 Fire damage
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The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 19
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.*
You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
Charlie stops spraying and shakes the can. “Hello to you too.” You can see his car parked not too far away. “You a troll under this bridge? Be careful, I might be a billy goat gruff.”
“Oh, impressive! I wasn’t aware you could read. Tell me, my dear… was it you who vandalized this part of my territory?”
in an instant, though it is utterly silent, and almost undetectable, Charlie can feel that the mother suddenly got a whole lot closer. Where it is, he isn’t sure.
“Of course I can read. I just make sure not to do it in public. I have an image to keep up, you know?” He looks at the spray can in his hand and then at the fresh paint glistening on the wall. “Er… no. I think I saw the vandal go that way though. You should probably go and stop him, the rascal. Can’t have that sort in our town, now can we?”
“Oh, you are right, of course… dirty roaches, invading upon the hunting grounds of others and showing not a modicum of respect… do you know what I do to people like that?”