*I might make a second character that's working for NEO- an esteemed Exorcist sent to Balios to investigate the town after readings that came back pointed towards the presence of not just one, but multiple Nightmare Lords working together there.*
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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 second character that's working for NEO- an esteemed Exorcist sent to Balios to investigate the town after readings that came back pointed towards the presence of not just one, but multiple Nightmare Lords working together there.*
*"Oh mein Gott, es ist ein verdammtes Höllenmaul!"*
*"Ja."*
*"Gute Arbeit!"*
*Don't ask why I decided to put that in German, I don't know either.*
Crawling out of the water under Red Wednesday bridge comes a corpse. As soon as it reaches the shore, it collapses and a flash of light briefly illuminates the area. This repeats a dozen times, crawling corpse, flash of light, another one. Over and over.
*nobody? Really?*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Crawling out of the water under Red Wednesday bridge comes a corpse. As soon as it reaches the shore, it collapses and a flash of light briefly illuminates the area. This repeats a dozen times, crawling corpse, flash of light, another one. Over and over.
*nobody? Really?*
*Definitely later, if that's cool with you?*
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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.'
Crawling out of the water under Red Wednesday bridge comes a corpse. As soon as it reaches the shore, it collapses and a flash of light briefly illuminates the area. This repeats a dozen times, crawling corpse, flash of light, another one. Over and over.
*nobody? Really?*
*Definitely later, if that's cool with you?*
*cool, take your time*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Crawling out of the water under Red Wednesday bridge comes a corpse. As soon as it reaches the shore, it collapses and a flash of light briefly illuminates the area. This repeats a dozen times, crawling corpse, flash of light, another one. Over and over.
*nobody? Really?*
*Definitely later, if that's cool with you?*
*cool, take your time*
*Actually, I can drown in rps, it's fine.*
Violence is going for a walk, his chains jangling as he walks. He hears the sound of crawling and decides to go check it out, watching the corpses seemingly fail to escape from the waters, and he smiles.
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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.'
Crawling out of the water under Red Wednesday bridge comes a corpse. As soon as it reaches the shore, it collapses and a flash of light briefly illuminates the area. This repeats a dozen times, crawling corpse, flash of light, another one. Over and over.
*nobody? Really?*
*Definitely later, if that's cool with you?*
*cool, take your time*
*Actually, I can drown in rps, it's fine.*
Violence is going for a walk, his chains jangling as he walks. He hears the sound of crawling and decides to go check it out, watching the corpses seemingly fail to escape from the waters, and he smiles.
In the pile of corpses, something is out if place. Something akin to a FNaF Endo lies among the cadavers.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Around sunset, a van parks outside of Balios- one that's been driving for a while to get here. After a minute, a person steps out and looks around, surveying her surroundings with a solemn expression and tired grey eyes that have glimpsed the unnatural many times before. She walks towards town, her dusty combat boots kicking up bits of dry earth as she does. The wind rustles her long strawberry-blonde hair, which she pauses to brush out of her eyes. She wears a long white coat that is stitched with black thread with a multitude of odd symbols and designs resembling mouths of jagged teeth, which billows slightly in the wind behind her. Her every step is heralded by the clinking of metal symbols hung on a key ring, vials tucked in belt loops and a bandolier, and a small censer which hangs on a chain at her hip. On her front coat pocket is another small symbol- the NEO logo- incorporated stealthily into a larger design, though noticeable to one who knows what to look for.
The old Exorcist stops outside of town, her arms crossed, as she looks over Balios, taking a deep breath and coughing a bit at the taste of Dark Energy in the air. It's a Hellmouth, all right- right in her old hometown, no less. No wonder they were getting odd readings from the area. Cassandra sighs, before continuing into town. Odds are, she's going to need a lot of backup to fix this mess- but for now, she needs data.
Around sunset, a van parks outside of Balios- one that's been driving for a while to get here. After a minute, a person steps out and looks around, surveying her surroundings with a solemn expression and tired grey eyes that have glimpsed the unnatural many times before. She walks towards town, her dusty combat boots kicking up bits of dry earth as she does. The wind rustles her long strawberry-blonde hair, which she pauses to brush out of her eyes. She wears a long white coat that is stitched with black thread with a multitude of odd symbols and designs resembling mouths of jagged teeth, which billows slightly in the wind behind her. Her every step is heralded by the clinking of metal symbols hung on a key ring, vials tucked in belt loops and a bandolier, and a small censer which hangs on a chain at her hip. On her front coat pocket is another small symbol- the NEO logo- incorporated stealthily into a larger design, though noticeable to one who knows what to look for.
The old Exorcist stops outside of town, her arms crossed, as she looks over Balios, taking a deep breath and coughing a bit at the taste of Dark Energy in the air. It's a Hellmouth, all right- right in her old hometown, no less. No wonder they were getting odd readings from the area. Cassandra sighs, before continuing into town. Odds are, she's going to need a lot of backup to fix this mess- but for now, she needs data.
*Man, I wanna interact with this, I just don't know how. I'll figure something out, for certain.*
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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.'
Around sunset, a van parks outside of Balios- one that's been driving for a while to get here. After a minute, a person steps out and looks around, surveying her surroundings with a solemn expression and tired grey eyes that have glimpsed the unnatural many times before. She walks towards town, her dusty combat boots kicking up bits of dry earth as she does. The wind rustles her long strawberry-blonde hair, which she pauses to brush out of her eyes. She wears a long white coat that is stitched with black thread with a multitude of odd symbols and designs resembling mouths of jagged teeth, which billows slightly in the wind behind her. Her every step is heralded by the clinking of metal symbols hung on a key ring, vials tucked in belt loops and a bandolier, and a small censer which hangs on a chain at her hip. On her front coat pocket is another small symbol- the NEO logo- incorporated stealthily into a larger design, though noticeable to one who knows what to look for.
The old Exorcist stops outside of town, her arms crossed, as she looks over Balios, taking a deep breath and coughing a bit at the taste of Dark Energy in the air. It's a Hellmouth, all right- right in her old hometown, no less. No wonder they were getting odd readings from the area. Cassandra sighs, before continuing into town. Odds are, she's going to need a lot of backup to fix this mess- but for now, she needs data.
She sees a woman in bloodstained gothic clothing, walking nearby. She is holding a guitar, and the stench of death emanates from her.
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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.
Around sunset, a van parks outside of Balios- one that's been driving for a while to get here. After a minute, a person steps out and looks around, surveying her surroundings with a solemn expression and tired grey eyes that have glimpsed the unnatural many times before. She walks towards town, her dusty combat boots kicking up bits of dry earth as she does. The wind rustles her long strawberry-blonde hair, which she pauses to brush out of her eyes. She wears a long white coat that is stitched with black thread with a multitude of odd symbols and designs resembling mouths of jagged teeth, which billows slightly in the wind behind her. Her every step is heralded by the clinking of metal symbols hung on a key ring, vials tucked in belt loops and a bandolier, and a small censer which hangs on a chain at her hip. On her front coat pocket is another small symbol- the NEO logo- incorporated stealthily into a larger design, though noticeable to one who knows what to look for.
The old Exorcist stops outside of town, her arms crossed, as she looks over Balios, taking a deep breath and coughing a bit at the taste of Dark Energy in the air. It's a Hellmouth, all right- right in her old hometown, no less. No wonder they were getting odd readings from the area. Cassandra sighs, before continuing into town. Odds are, she's going to need a lot of backup to fix this mess- but for now, she needs data.
She sees a woman in bloodstained gothic clothing, walking nearby. She is holding a guitar, and the stench of death emanates from her.
Cassandra looks at her skeptically for a second, the stench of death another piece of evidence toward her suspicion, but doesn't jump to anything just yet. This is supposed to be a time to collect intel- she isn't looking to stir up trouble just yet. Instead, she sits at a nearby bench, 'reading' a book she produces from an inner pocket of her coat, making sure to keep the possibly-Nightmare in her sights the whole time.
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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 woman seems to hear something, and turns in such a way that allows Cassandra to see the wounds on her chest; wounds that she couldn't have survived, let alone be able to walk around with...
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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.
*Awesome. I'm going to make an update soon to announce the beginning of the Wild Hunt Arc.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*So, update for the Poor Health Nightmare: It's a Felix.*
*What I mean by that is that he has a sort of "culinary surrealist" thing going on where he cooks up the weirdest, scariest Nightmares he can.*
*Actually, I might make him a human now that I think about it. Just one who prefers to associate with Nightmares than his own kind.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I’m terrified and excited.*
*Charlie should have tried to make a few more friends.*
*Fantastic, Felix is back baby!*
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.'
*I might make a second character that's working for NEO- an esteemed Exorcist sent to Balios to investigate the town after readings that came back pointed towards the presence of not just one, but multiple Nightmare Lords working together 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)
*"Oh mein Gott, es ist ein verdammtes Höllenmaul!"*
*"Ja."*
*"Gute Arbeit!"*
*Don't ask why I decided to put that in German, I don't know either.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I didn't mean-*
*Nevermind, Felix is back and soft as ever.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Absolutely perfect, Nightmare Felix is the greatest, and he's Violence's boss.*
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.'
*nobody? Really?*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Definitely later, if that's cool with 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.'
*cool, take your time*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Actually, I can drown in rps, it's fine.*
Violence is going for a walk, his chains jangling as he walks. He hears the sound of crawling and decides to go check it out, watching the corpses seemingly fail to escape from the waters, and he smiles.
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.'
In the pile of corpses, something is out if place. Something akin to a FNaF Endo lies among the cadavers.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He looks curiously at it, before reaching inside to the Endo, trying to pull it out, though its difficult with his cuffs on.
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.'
Around sunset, a van parks outside of Balios- one that's been driving for a while to get here. After a minute, a person steps out and looks around, surveying her surroundings with a solemn expression and tired grey eyes that have glimpsed the unnatural many times before. She walks towards town, her dusty combat boots kicking up bits of dry earth as she does. The wind rustles her long strawberry-blonde hair, which she pauses to brush out of her eyes. She wears a long white coat that is stitched with black thread with a multitude of odd symbols and designs resembling mouths of jagged teeth, which billows slightly in the wind behind her. Her every step is heralded by the clinking of metal symbols hung on a key ring, vials tucked in belt loops and a bandolier, and a small censer which hangs on a chain at her hip. On her front coat pocket is another small symbol- the NEO logo- incorporated stealthily into a larger design, though noticeable to one who knows what to look for.
The old Exorcist stops outside of town, her arms crossed, as she looks over Balios, taking a deep breath and coughing a bit at the taste of Dark Energy in the air. It's a Hellmouth, all right- right in her old hometown, no less. No wonder they were getting odd readings from the area. Cassandra sighs, before continuing into town. Odds are, she's going to need a lot of backup to fix this mess- but for now, she needs data.
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)
*Man, I wanna interact with this, I just don't know how. I'll figure something out, for certain.*
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.'
She sees a woman in bloodstained gothic clothing, walking nearby. She is holding a guitar, and the stench of death emanates from her.
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
Cassandra looks at her skeptically for a second, the stench of death another piece of evidence toward her suspicion, but doesn't jump to anything just yet. This is supposed to be a time to collect intel- she isn't looking to stir up trouble just yet. Instead, she sits at a nearby bench, 'reading' a book she produces from an inner pocket of her coat, making sure to keep the possibly-Nightmare in her sights the whole time.
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 woman seems to hear something, and turns in such a way that allows Cassandra to see the wounds on her chest; wounds that she couldn't have survived, let alone be able to walk around with...
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
Another flash of light, and now the endo is grabbing him instead of the other way around.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor