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Gaia Frontier (5e)

I imagine so, but Black Keys is less frequent and I don't want to depend solely on them. So I'm covering all my bases

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher Can we roll something to determine how long Shem will be asleep from the spell?

Shadows in the Dread City- A Cyberpunk RolePlay

I'm sorry to say I don't seem to have an idea for this. Have fun, y'all!

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Director Kindle

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Location: Shadowell Forest: Chair 5
Skills: Constitution
Hit Points: 4
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A familiar rocking sensation gentled the Director into consciousness. The sharp blue eyes made their appearance from behind the lids. Still a bit hazy and unfocused the two orbs wondered around confusedly, until they finally rested on a face, obscured by a gilded domino mask, decorated with cog wheels and other bits and bobs. A set of deep, amused, mocha eyes looked out from behind the mask. Suddenly the Director realized that the familiar sensation wasn’t familiar at all and Kindle was seated in the lap of a rather burly man.

Panic set in!

Gone was the slow breathing of an unconscious person. Slowly, but steadily the Director began to hyperventilate and the pulse beneath the high collar of the three piece suite began to beat like crazy. The body that had laid limp in the arms of Mr. Titian was now tense like a bowstring. And just when the Director was about to burst into a flurry of punches and kicks, the blue eyes focused on the gilded mask. The Mask! The invitation. The other matter! Those beastly dogs with their ugly snarls and vicious barking. It was all coming back now! Ugh?! I must have lost consciousness. Director Kindle’s labored breathing quieted. The body relaxed perceptibly, but was still coiled in apprehension. How mortifying!

“Would you mind terribly puttin' me down, please?” The Director’s raspy voice inquired from behind the mask in such a polite and shaky manner, it was almost timid. “I am ever so grateful for your assistance, however I’m quite fine now.” Kindle’s law-pitched voice was muffled further by the mask, which didn’t have a mouth slit. The Director felt slightly uncomfortable being held in the lap of a stranger like some damsel in distress and barely managed to suppress the urge to fidget. Looking about Kindle noticed everyone attending this Masquerade was milling about to seat themselves in the same contraption the giant man was sitting with his precious cargo. Namely, the Director!

Still a bit put aback by the fainting spell Director Kindle thought it wise to wait with the assessment of each individual and their possible motives for being here. For it was not the masks they all wore for this particular event that concealed a person’s true colors. No! It was the ones people put on every day that really mattered. Weather that mask was truly you or the one you wanted people to believe was the real you. Director Kindle would need to peek behind those masks to unravel the mystery. But for now Kindle just looked expectantly at the man holding her in his lap.

Shadows in the Dread City- A Cyberpunk RolePlay

Cyberpunk is the next best thing to steampunk for me. I'll see if I can develop a character.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher By the way... Was there a Scanlan Shorthalt reference I noticed when Sips was speaking to Darunia... Or is that just me being hypersensitive about people shitting on beds

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher That didn't sound ominous at all!

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher Do you need me to do any rolls. Intimidation mebbe

The Sunday Group

I don't believe that's how Ku worked. But anyways, no healing. Just some bad juju warding.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Director Kindle

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Location: Shadowell Forest: Front Gate
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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The Director's body lolled and swayed in the burly embrace of the giant man, uncaring of the happenings in the world of the waking. For even as the body was restricted to the confines of another man's arms, the mind... The mind was free to roam in the world of dreams and memories.

And it plummeted, right into a nightmare!

The stalker followed it's victim from the shadows, unseen. The victim, a noble lord on the prowl for some debauchery. Little did he know that he was being stalked by a more dangerous predator than himself. The Lord was strutting his stuff confidently, gathering the lustful eyes of proper maidens and lecherous ladies of the night alike. And he was loving it! As if the world belonged to him and everyone in it owed him. Women especially! Fret not, little Lord! You'll get what's owed to you! Soon!

The pregnant moon hung heavy over the Lord and the other denizens of the city, as the young man paraded himself along the streets of the capital. He soon came upon a darkened alleyway and sank into the shadows without a moment's hesitation. A mistake he would live to regret! For it was in that moment the stalker struck. The young Lord yelped in fear as he felt cold steel on his neck and a hot breath in his ear.

A shiver ran down Director Kindle's unconscious body.

"Hello, my lovely!" The stalker whispered sickeningly in the young Lord's ear. "I've been watching you, my young Lord!" The body of the stalker pressed harder into the trembling one of the young man. "Trying to sell yourself to all the pretty ladies... And even to the hookers." The stalker stroked the pointed end of the knife down over the horrified young man's neck, until a button on his high collar popped away. "But, see, I know your secret, sweet one! Them ladies, it's all an act. After all, you are the head of the family. Appearances must be kept. No one must know your true colors! But I see how you suffer, my lovely. So I'll give you what you need!" The stalker shifted his position, gripping the man by the throat from behind so the hand with the blade could be free to sneak lower to the young Lord's crotch.

Director Kindle's body shivered uncontrollably in the arms of Mr. Titian as if reacting to a vivid memory. The eyes behind the closed eyelids shifted left and right in lightning speed, looking for a way out of the nightmare.

"But you've been naughty, my sweet Lord. So you'll have to beg for it! Say 'please'!"

"Please!" The quiet word dislodged itself from the Director's lips, the body now limp once more, carried towards Shadowell Manor by a giant of a man.

The young Lord stared dumbstruck at his attacker, a thin saber skewered through his neck!