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| <center>'' | | <center>''The being arrived at noon on a Tuesday | ||
'' | ''Descending not in fire or light | ||
'' | ''But as a smell. | ||
'' | ''A cloying sweet odor, like fruit left to rot in a sunless room | ||
''People noticed it first on their tongues. Tasting spoiled sugar where there should have been nothing at all | |||
''Then they saw it. A hole in the sky that wasn't a hole at all, but a tear. Frayed at the edges. | |||
''From it poured something that resembled a being. | |||
''It's body a flowing mess of hands, soft and unformed. | |||
''Like wax melting in reverse. | |||
''Where its face might have been... There was only an undulating mouth | |||
''Vast and sighing. As if perpetually disappointing in something it couldn't quite name. | |||
'' | '''''[INPUT ERROR]''' | ||
''A | ''A child unafraid approached the beings coiling mass. | ||
'' | ''<small>"Are you a god?</small> She asked. | ||
'' | ''The many mouths of the being widened into grins that never quite reached their edges. | ||
'' | '''''"N̷o̶ ̶l̸i̷t̵t̴l̵e̴ ̶s̵p̵e̴c̶k̸.̶.̴.̸"''' | ||
'' | '''''"I̸ ̷a̴m̸ ̴t̸h̷e̸ ̴k̵i̷n̵d̶n̷e̷s̶s̷ ̷t̷h̸a̶t̶ ̶c̷o̴m̵e̶s̴ ̵w̸h̴e̷n̸ ̸a̵l̸l̵ ̶t̷h̷e̵ ̵s̸t̴o̸r̸i̴e̵s̶ ̵a̷r̴e̸ ̷t̸o̴o̷ ̸t̷i̸r̷e̶d̷ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶o̸n̵t̵i̵n̶u̷e̶.̵"''' | ||
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<center> | <center>'''"For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine..." – 2 Timothy 4:3''' | ||
''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kU2m82xFkQg Source Credit] | |||
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==Developments== | |||
'''Semantic Drift 1 & 2''' | |||
The irradiated satellite crashed into the roof of a cult in the CAS, giving birth to something of a strange, and vaguely biblical in nature. A toxic spirit originally borne of an angelic ally spirit being exposed to a small nuclear reactor inside of a satellite. A toxic mage came to investigate, hoping for new allies, and was inevitably shot dead by a runner. | |||
'''Abraham, Where Art Thou''' | |||
The spirit's presence is felt drifting through Seattle as it makes it's way north. Causing madness and strange affects in it's path. It turns out, the spirit had came seeking salvation for the mage, and they were, to some extent, revived using blood magics. | |||
==Parties Involved== | ==Parties Involved== | ||
==Goals== | ==Goals== | ||
A spirit of exceedingly high force has made it’s way from the CAS’s sticks off North, bearing a blood mage whom remains unnamed for the time being. | |||
==Runs== | ==Runs== | ||
Latest revision as of 17:35, 25 July 2026
| Discord | Peep |
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| Wiki User | PeepTheDictator |
| Public/Private status | Public |
| Status | Stale |
Descending not in fire or light But as a smell. A cloying sweet odor, like fruit left to rot in a sunless room People noticed it first on their tongues. Tasting spoiled sugar where there should have been nothing at all Then they saw it. A hole in the sky that wasn't a hole at all, but a tear. Frayed at the edges. From it poured something that resembled a being. It's body a flowing mess of hands, soft and unformed. Like wax melting in reverse. Where its face might have been... There was only an undulating mouth Vast and sighing. As if perpetually disappointing in something it couldn't quite name. [INPUT ERROR] A child unafraid approached the beings coiling mass. "Are you a god? She asked. The many mouths of the being widened into grins that never quite reached their edges. "N̷o̶ ̶l̸i̷t̵t̴l̵e̴ ̶s̵p̵e̴c̶k̸.̶.̴.̸" "I̸ ̷a̴m̸ ̴t̸h̷e̸ ̴k̵i̷n̵d̶n̷e̷s̶s̷ ̷t̷h̸a̶t̶ ̶c̷o̴m̵e̶s̴ ̵w̸h̴e̷n̸ ̸a̵l̸l̵ ̶t̷h̷e̵ ̵s̸t̴o̸r̸i̴e̵s̶ ̵a̷r̴e̸ ̷t̸o̴o̷ ̸t̷i̸r̷e̶d̷ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶o̸n̵t̵i̵n̶u̷e̶.̵" |
Developments
Semantic Drift 1 & 2 The irradiated satellite crashed into the roof of a cult in the CAS, giving birth to something of a strange, and vaguely biblical in nature. A toxic spirit originally borne of an angelic ally spirit being exposed to a small nuclear reactor inside of a satellite. A toxic mage came to investigate, hoping for new allies, and was inevitably shot dead by a runner.
Abraham, Where Art Thou The spirit's presence is felt drifting through Seattle as it makes it's way north. Causing madness and strange affects in it's path. It turns out, the spirit had came seeking salvation for the mage, and they were, to some extent, revived using blood magics.
Parties Involved
Goals
A spirit of exceedingly high force has made it’s way from the CAS’s sticks off North, bearing a blood mage whom remains unnamed for the time being.
Runs
| Name | GM | Date | Runners |
|---|---|---|---|
| Abraham, Where Art Thou | PeepTheDictator | 6 July 2086 | Wayfarer Lanky Dango Alkali |
| Semantic Drift Ep 2 | PeepTheDictator | 27 June 2086 | Dango Alkali Getaway Brunhilde |
| Semantic Drift Ep 1 | PeepTheDictator | 15 June 2086 | Lingchi Docteur Vega |