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quipxotic · 4 hours
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Okay, I'm off (to try) to sleep. Everyone pick up your weapon of choice and do your best to protect the Circle from Liam, the horrors, and themselves, please.
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quipxotic · 4 hours
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What.
The.
Fuck.
What just happened?
I knew we couldn't trust her. I knew it, I knew it.
But was she always a part of this fungus hive mind or did it just take her over in the moment she (I assume) sacrificed her arm to take them down even further into this cursed city in this Willy Wonka-esque elevator?
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quipxotic · 4 hours
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The team sees a hand lying in the dirt past a pair of barely open, golden double doors. Leo: I don't suppose we can just say that we found them and leave? Edgar: We have to see if they're okay.
Edgar. Sweetie. In what world would this missing circle be okay?
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quipxotic · 4 hours
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Leo doing his best consulting detective impression, following footprints in the dirt, eyes on the ground, hands clasped behind his back.
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quipxotic · 4 hours
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We have entered the players bargaining with the GM phase of the game and nervously whispering together.
"Don't give him ideas!"
"If we don't think it maybe he won't know!"
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quipxotic · 5 hours
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Oh, we're about to lose this woman aren't we? And then the circle will be stuck in this place, alone and lost in the dark.
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quipxotic · 5 hours
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I love how Liam is using this crawl into the ruins to dig (so to speak) into each of their backstories. He's also forcing them to burn through their drives. Don't think I don't see you doing that, Mr. GM.
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quipxotic · 5 hours
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I'm not even claustrophobic, as a rule, and that description is anxiety inducing.
2 brains back-to-back for Malcolm as they crawl through the cave/ruins.
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quipxotic · 5 hours
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Climbing that far down by rope ladders? In the dark?
Nope.
Nope.
Couldn't be me. Give me the job of researching in the library, 'kay, thanks, bye.
And now spirits burned into shadow images on long abandoned tents are talking to Grimoria. People in her past turned into shadows, burned onto the surfaces of their homes by an attack in the war.
Nope.
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quipxotic · 5 hours
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This trek through Oldfaire is very cinematic. I know I and others have said it before, but where is our animated Candela series?
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quipxotic · 6 hours
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Leo! I know you've been through a lot, but that is not how break the news of the death of circle member to another circle member.
Gone. Gone. Sacrificed on the alter of the future, as we all might soon be.
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quipxotic · 6 hours
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Isn't it convenient that the only alive available member of Decklan's circle is the only one who actually saw him when he returned from whatever happened to him?
I am very suspicious of this person.
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quipxotic · 6 hours
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I decided to light up my glass jar of dice since I knew this episode would be creepy. Now we're going into a vault filled with ancient horrors and magickal items to rescue (maybe?) Decklan's old circle.
I'm sure this will be fine. I'm sure none of them are dead or corrupted or turned into horrors themselves.
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quipxotic · 6 hours
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Is it Decklan? Is he dead?
Yup.
Yup.
Yes, he is. Oh Malcolm. Your future does not look bright.
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quipxotic · 6 hours
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Nope.
Nope.
Not the Vault.
Do not like! Learn from the Circle of Needle and Thread, Circle of the Crimson Mirror. You do not want to end up here.
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quipxotic · 6 hours
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I see, it's Uncle Leo, Uncle Malcolm, Uncle Edgar, and their beloved daughter/niece Grimoria.
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quipxotic · 6 hours
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Edgar's scars. Made by his sister's hands as she tried to hold on to him as she was taken by something.
Wow. Wow, wow.
And that laugh! Very creepy. Great acting.
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