Deluxeloy

The building hadn’t been hard to find. The entrance was another story. After circling the block at least three times and making enemies of all the back-alley vermin that made their home here, I finally stood in the doorway, dead tired and twice as wet. Outside, it had been eye-searing neon, the stench of rotten fish and drying galboor leather, and distant traffic smothered by the downpour. This office was dry at least, but it was dark, and everything reeked of smoke. I hoped it was just Terran tobacco, despite knowing it probably wasn’t. This planet had far worse distractions, more addictive and more popular. Eventually, my eyes

Waiting rooms were the worst thing on earth. So it stood to reason that in hell, they scored pretty poorly too on the list of places Faith wanted to be. But if they knew anything, it was that being in the wrong place was a special talent of theirs. The walls were an especially hideous hue of beige, with cracks in the paint that made room for black fuzzy mould. The chairs were shitty metal-and-plastic things, rusted and bent. Faith had found one that had more than three legs – though not quite four – and performed a delicate balancing act that looked like sitting if you didn’t pay too much attention. Cheap lights buzzed and

I arrived in the fourth realm. My memory of the dream did not extend before that, but I do know that I just left the third realm. Conveniently, the fourth realm was right down the street irl, at a square I know well. Underking Ores the Sea-sojourner (unsubtle Pyre reference goes here) was the leader of this realm, and as such, it was in the theme of monsters, monster-slaying, and overcoming fears. Basically, it was halloween-themed. I stepped on some sort of vehicle I remember nothing about. I have no clue what it looked like, what size it was, how many people were on there or what powered it- All I know was that I wasn't the one driving it

Don't you know it's rude to read someone else's diary? Not that this is one, mind you. And yet, I find your intrusion into my work most unpleasant. I suppose I should not expect better of you meta types. You fancy yourselves omnipotent, shaping our world, our very lives as you see fit... You think you can read whatever you want, and the sad truth is that you can indeed. I am powerless to stop you. What you may see below is a collection of my more recent memories. Interactions with the most curious individuals, and the... less interesting people I've met. They inspire me, you know? The former, I mean. The latter can die of cerebral degenerat

Partnered Affiliation: The Dungeoneers' Guild Division: Couriers General Name: Dullahan Species: Shiny Alolan ninetales Gender: Male Ability: Snow warning: When he feels threatened, howling winds and biting frost start swirling around Dullahan. Nature: Calm: Dullahan is soft-spoken and rarely loses his cool. Characteristic: Somewhat stubborn: Dullahan is often convinced of his own right, and will only pretend to listen to others. Move Set: Dullahan prefers to wear foes down or challenge their wit. When forced, he can turn a foe's power against them. Aurora veil: A shimmering, rainbow-coloured coat forms around Dullahan, made from the ice cry

Hey dad, I know letters don't get delivered back home. But I wanted to write anyway. I hope that someday, this letter will get delivered. Maybe I'll even give it to you in person. Or maybe I'm just writing this to myself, to get things off my chest. I hope you three are holding out. It already feels like it's been ages since I last saw you. I miss home, I miss mom, I miss you. But I'll come back, and when I do, it'll be with a full squad of Rangers. Lots of things are happening here at the Guild. Even with mom's stories in the back of my head, I thought it would be more boring here. But every day brings something new. Shows what I know. I

Partnered Affiliation: The Dungeoneers' Guild Division: Rangers General Name: Armin Species: Tyrogue Gender: Male Ability: Steadfast: When faced with pain or overwhelming force, Armin makes an effort to make up for opportunities lost. Nature: Naive: Armin is a little gullible by nature, and a bit socially clueless. Characteristic: Capable of taking hits: Armin is tougher than his diminutive frame lets on. Move Set: Armin's repetoire is the result of intense training under both his parents. His specialty is taking down opponents bigger, stronger, and faster than himself, but he struggles against ghosts, special attackers, or multiple opponent

The Grand Metropolis had fallen. Corpses littered the street. Shops burned, churches crumbled and toppled. Houses had their windows scattered in shards across the city, if they even stood at all. As I watched it all unfold, another fissure tore open the earth. Bricks eagerly fell into the gaping void below, as if down there was somehow a better place. War stood there, surrounded by the chaos, and laughed. His skinless, horse-like head made the most awful, wheezing noises, and I shivered even though I could not hear them from here. His body, made of exposed flesh and blackened bone, towered over the buildings that still stood tall. A playful

Even before she opened her eyes, she knew it worked. The cold stone supporting her body was not the bed she went to sleep in, nor was the gentle, dripping rain anything like the sound of a crackling hearth. She sat upright, and instinctively clasped the necklace resting on her chest. It really worked, it really was magical! She heard the rain, and she saw the drops floating down a little more slowly than they should have, but she didn’t feel wet or cold at all. And despite the rain, she could see the sky above was an inky black night, with so many twinkling stars they almost didn’t seem to all fit up there. And yet again, despite