Tag: Session Report
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The air inside the abandoned boathouse was thick with mildew and fear. Paul Best stood at the cracked window, staring out at the lake. Its surface still glowed with that sickly, unnatural green — the color of radiation and corrupted biology, pulsing faintly like a living thing breathing just beneath…
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The lake was black glass under the fading light when Vulgaris vanished. One moment the Plantiant was walking just behind them, heavy footsteps crunching on the old wooden planks of the quay. The next, something unseen seized him with terrifying strength and dragged him backward into the water without a…
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The jungle air was thick and wet, heavy with the smell of rotting vegetation and something faintly metallic, like blood left too long in the sun. Paul Best stood motionless on the cracked path, eyes fixed on empty air thirty feet ahead. “She’s here,” he said quietly. “Golden-yellow silk robe,…
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The Oracle stood at the console of the Type-70 TARDIS, one long-fingered hand resting lightly on the smooth, voice-responsive panel as though it were a favored book in the Matrix archives. The chamber hummed with the quiet efficiency of Gallifreyan engineering—nothing like the wheezing, cantankerous relic the Doctor favored. Around…
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