She was Vengeance! She was Justice! She strode forth to find who had called her and almost stepped on her. SQUEEK!!!!!!!!! Megera looked down it had to be a joke. SQUEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! No the mouse really wanted vengeance. She shrugged. Everything … Continue reading Chaos at the Crossroads of Time Conclusion
Her coat snapped in the wind as she observed her newest prize. Despite having long ago acquired enough loot for several lifetimes she had continued her escapades with joyous abandon here. She just enjoyed being hunted. Her heist numbers had … Continue reading Chaos at the Crossroads of Time Day 6
“Time for the running part of the plan!” The Doctor shouted fez askew as they bolted past the Doctors and towards the middle of the surprisingly empty garden. “I thought the plan was some big distraction to buy us time, … Continue reading Chaos at the Crossroads of Time Day 5
He sprinted down the street. His magical lute twanging with every step, a small razor sharp blade in hand. In Waterdeep he had always been 2nd chair but he knew he could make a fresh start here. And he knew … Continue reading Chaos at the Crossroads of Time Day 4
When she had first seen the portal she just thought her Eluvian had been tampered with but when she stepped through she found herself in an impossible place. The first days were noble, using her experience from court she quickly … Continue reading Chaos at the Crossroads of Time: Day 3
She had found the tape while looking for a certain brand of disreputable magazine. A bespectacled man with an odd demeanor and with one strange but clearly dire warning over and over. It had taken several nights and countless bone … Continue reading Chaos at the Crossroads of Time: Day 2
The high pitch screaming of breaks pushed to the limit resonated throughout the square as The Doctor catapulted themselves from their blue box. They had tracked another TARDIS to the city and yet as soon at they arrived the signal … Continue reading Chaos at the Crossroads of Time: Day 1
The Doctor stands on a ridge contemplating the majestic fires of the Northern Lights, an ageless wonder much like themself. Their grim visage almost bereft of warmth turns towards the city below. Time vortices have changed this lost place into … Continue reading Werewolf 204: Chaos at the Crossroads of Time Sign-Ups
