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.
"Makes sense- this place is absolutely overflowing with Dark Energy. Other, newer nightmares craving power flock to places like this like mosquitoes, trying to take as much power as they can get until they grow bloated and lazy. And like mosquitoes, they get more bothersome the more there are. Though between the three of us, we're strong enough as to make them little more than a nuisance."
“You are right... Once I firmly establish the casino as my lair and the entertainment district as my domain, I believe I might work a bit to clear the area of the more… troublesome nightmares.”
"And I'd be glad to help track down any troublemakers that escape from your webs." She responds, leaning against the wall of the alley. "I was thinking of setting up a sort of meeting spot for all the Nightmare Lords in town so we could formulate plans without needing to track each other down. Where do you think would be a good place for it?"
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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 incomprehensible being has retreated into the sewers, after being discovered by the power company workers
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The incomprehensible being has retreated into the sewers, after being discovered by the power company workers
The incomprehensible being can hear a fight not far away
Intruiged, it follows the sounds, its motives unknowable
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The incomprehensible being has retreated into the sewers, after being discovered by the power company workers
The incomprehensible being can hear a fight not far away
Intruiged, it follows the sounds, its motives unknowable
Before long, it comes upon what looks like a makeshift den in the sewers, with a hammock, a couple of filth-encrusted rugs, some storage boxes, and a camping chair that has definitely seen better days. Within the place, a monstrous-looking guy in a ragged shawl and a pair of board shorts is fighting with a figure in a hazmat suit
The incomprehensible being has retreated into the sewers, after being discovered by the power company workers
The incomprehensible being can hear a fight not far away
Intruiged, it follows the sounds, its motives unknowable
Before long, it comes upon what looks like a makeshift den in the sewers, with a hammock, a couple of filth-encrusted rugs, some storage boxes, and a camping chair that has definitely seen better days. Within the place, a monstrous-looking guy in a ragged shawl and a pair of board shorts is fighting with a figure in a hazmat suit
The being simply watches, neither hiding nor announcing its presence.
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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.
The incomprehensible being has retreated into the sewers, after being discovered by the power company workers
The incomprehensible being can hear a fight not far away
Intruiged, it follows the sounds, its motives unknowable
Before long, it comes upon what looks like a makeshift den in the sewers, with a hammock, a couple of filth-encrusted rugs, some storage boxes, and a camping chair that has definitely seen better days. Within the place, a monstrous-looking guy in a ragged shawl and a pair of board shorts is fighting with a figure in a hazmat suit
The being simply watches, neither hiding nor announcing its presence.
After a while, the hazmat guy seems to retreat. 'Next time, Slink, you're dead. You know that, right? I'll have half the town against you. You can win here, but up there? That's a different story'
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
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The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
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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.
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
The being stalks closer, as if it can taste his inner turmoil. A voice speaks in his mind, with an accent so strange it cannot be described, but undeniably understandable. "Fight you? Why would I want to harm such a... delicious source of fuel?"
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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.
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
The being stalks closer, as if it can taste his inner turmoil. A voice speaks in his mind, with an accent so strange it cannot be described, but undeniably understandable. "Fight you? Why would I want to harm such a... delicious source of fuel?"
'Look, there are better sources of fuel than me. In fact, no, maybe there aren't? You like to feed off of fear and pain? I can help you there. I can get you some people who nobody will miss, you can have your fun with them. You see that guy over there? He would be fun to play around with. Religious nutcase, extremely sensitive to Nightmares, no home, nobody who'd run to his aid. A much better target'
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
The being stalks closer, as if it can taste his inner turmoil. A voice speaks in his mind, with an accent so strange it cannot be described, but undeniably understandable. "Fight you? Why would I want to harm such a... delicious source of fuel?"
'Look, there are better sources of fuel than me. In fact, no, maybe there aren't? You like to feed off of fear and pain? I can help you there. I can get you some people who nobody will miss, you can have your fun with them. You see that guy over there? He would be fun to play around with. Religious nutcase, extremely sensitive to Nightmares, no home, nobody who'd run to his aid. A much better target'
"You misunderstand... I don't wish to feed on the pain once... I wish to feed on it at all times..." it laughs, a sound that can only be described as a shriek that sends shivers down your spine. "As for the other guy... he doesn't have much to offer... He doesn't doubt... you, however..."
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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.
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
The being stalks closer, as if it can taste his inner turmoil. A voice speaks in his mind, with an accent so strange it cannot be described, but undeniably understandable. "Fight you? Why would I want to harm such a... delicious source of fuel?"
'Look, there are better sources of fuel than me. In fact, no, maybe there aren't? You like to feed off of fear and pain? I can help you there. I can get you some people who nobody will miss, you can have your fun with them. You see that guy over there? He would be fun to play around with. Religious nutcase, extremely sensitive to Nightmares, no home, nobody who'd run to his aid. A much better target'
"You misunderstand... I don't wish to feed on the pain once... I wish to feed on it at all times..." it laughs, a sound that can only be described as a shriek that sends shivers down your spine. "As for the other guy... he doesn't have much to offer... He doesn't doubt... you, however..."
'Who are you? Why am I even listening to you? Maybe I'm going crazy. You're just a voice. Man, this place really does not agree with me. I'm going delusional, too much darkness and damp, and, hell, the stench. Get me out of here...'
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
The being stalks closer, as if it can taste his inner turmoil. A voice speaks in his mind, with an accent so strange it cannot be described, but undeniably understandable. "Fight you? Why would I want to harm such a... delicious source of fuel?"
'Look, there are better sources of fuel than me. In fact, no, maybe there aren't? You like to feed off of fear and pain? I can help you there. I can get you some people who nobody will miss, you can have your fun with them. You see that guy over there? He would be fun to play around with. Religious nutcase, extremely sensitive to Nightmares, no home, nobody who'd run to his aid. A much better target'
"You misunderstand... I don't wish to feed on the pain once... I wish to feed on it at all times..." it laughs, a sound that can only be described as a shriek that sends shivers down your spine. "As for the other guy... he doesn't have much to offer... He doesn't doubt... you, however..."
'Who are you? Why am I even listening to you? Maybe I'm going crazy. You're just a voice. Man, this place really does not agree with me. I'm going delusional, too much darkness and damp, and, hell, the stench. Get me out of here...'
"Leaving so soon?" It laughs again, then says, this time out loud "you can't escape from me. I am the manifestation of the world's fear of the unknown and that which is different"
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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.
The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
'Hey, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
The being stalks closer, as if it can taste his inner turmoil. A voice speaks in his mind, with an accent so strange it cannot be described, but undeniably understandable. "Fight you? Why would I want to harm such a... delicious source of fuel?"
'Look, there are better sources of fuel than me. In fact, no, maybe there aren't? You like to feed off of fear and pain? I can help you there. I can get you some people who nobody will miss, you can have your fun with them. You see that guy over there? He would be fun to play around with. Religious nutcase, extremely sensitive to Nightmares, no home, nobody who'd run to his aid. A much better target'
"You misunderstand... I don't wish to feed on the pain once... I wish to feed on it at all times..." it laughs, a sound that can only be described as a shriek that sends shivers down your spine. "As for the other guy... he doesn't have much to offer... He doesn't doubt... you, however..."
'Who are you? Why am I even listening to you? Maybe I'm going crazy. You're just a voice. Man, this place really does not agree with me. I'm going delusional, too much darkness and damp, and, hell, the stench. Get me out of here...'
"Leaving so soon?" It laughs again, then says, this time out loud "you can't escape from me. I am the manifestation of the world's fear of the unknown and that which is different"
'You'd bet I am. You know, we could have similar goals. I use the fear of the unknown and the different to my advantage, just as you do.' Iago nearly slips over on the sludge-covered walkway, cursing. 'If this is what Hell is like, then maybe I'd rather be in Heaven after all'
*anyone want to rp?*
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
“Maybe… it was hard to tell, bloodlust clouds the mind.” He considers locking them and giving Felix the key.
"And I'd be glad to help track down any troublemakers that escape from your webs." She responds, leaning against the wall of the alley. "I was thinking of setting up a sort of meeting spot for all the Nightmare Lords in town so we could formulate plans without needing to track each other down. Where do you think would be a good place for it?"
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)
Melissa is walking near the cat cafe
The incomprehensible being has retreated into the sewers, after being discovered by the power company workers
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 incomprehensible being can hear a fight not far away
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Intruiged, it follows the sounds, its motives unknowable
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
Before long, it comes upon what looks like a makeshift den in the sewers, with a hammock, a couple of filth-encrusted rugs, some storage boxes, and a camping chair that has definitely seen better days. Within the place, a monstrous-looking guy in a ragged shawl and a pair of board shorts is fighting with a figure in a hazmat suit
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The being simply watches, neither hiding nor announcing its presence.
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
After a while, the hazmat guy seems to retreat. 'Next time, Slink, you're dead. You know that, right? I'll have half the town against you. You can win here, but up there? That's a different story'
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The being, watching silently from the shadows, follows the retreating figure
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, I can see you. I'm a Nightmare too' the hazmat guy calls out. 'What are you doing here, anyways? This is a private matter'
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It stalks closer toward him, and his mind is flooded with dark images, ones that awaken something deep within the nightmare's subconscious. Something that scares him, less so because of the images and more so because of how familiar they are.
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
'Look, I'm not scared. I'm not scared, and I'm not wrong. I'm Iago Hexton. I'm not crazy. I'm not throwing my life away'. He doesn't seem very convinced. 'Look, whoever's out there, you can't win. And you don't need to fight me. I can be on your side. I can be a powerful ally'. Doubt courses through his mind. 'Who am I kidding,' he mutters to himself. 'Reduced to hiding out in sewers, losing fights, half the town's out to kill me. Pull yourself together, Iago, you're meant to be better than this'
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The being stalks closer, as if it can taste his inner turmoil. A voice speaks in his mind, with an accent so strange it cannot be described, but undeniably understandable. "Fight you? Why would I want to harm such a... delicious source of fuel?"
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
'Look, there are better sources of fuel than me. In fact, no, maybe there aren't? You like to feed off of fear and pain? I can help you there. I can get you some people who nobody will miss, you can have your fun with them. You see that guy over there? He would be fun to play around with. Religious nutcase, extremely sensitive to Nightmares, no home, nobody who'd run to his aid. A much better target'
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"You misunderstand... I don't wish to feed on the pain once... I wish to feed on it at all times..." it laughs, a sound that can only be described as a shriek that sends shivers down your spine. "As for the other guy... he doesn't have much to offer... He doesn't doubt... you, however..."
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
'Who are you? Why am I even listening to you? Maybe I'm going crazy. You're just a voice. Man, this place really does not agree with me. I'm going delusional, too much darkness and damp, and, hell, the stench. Get me out of here...'
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"Leaving so soon?" It laughs again, then says, this time out loud "you can't escape from me. I am the manifestation of the world's fear of the unknown and that which is different"
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
'You'd bet I am. You know, we could have similar goals. I use the fear of the unknown and the different to my advantage, just as you do.' Iago nearly slips over on the sludge-covered walkway, cursing. 'If this is what Hell is like, then maybe I'd rather be in Heaven after all'
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*anyone here?*
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