Plot Master

As colored yet horrific fragrance wafts through the air, that same fog would move its sights upon an unsuspecting gaggle of digital avatars. It would burn upon the skin like standing too close to an open flame, the smell a mix of rotten vegetation with the slightest dash of metallic undertone. Their very ears would ring to signify how unwelcome this dust was, and their eyes would begin to blur. A roar from within that coverage, as if it was under his command. Callisto was not done, and its ally had found itself into the ballroom blitz. That violet hued wave of pungent welcoming rolls across th

The ground beneath the trespassers feet would began to give way, as if responding to the beckoning call of Callisto. The guardian of this grove, its home sought itself assistance with its outcry and nature itself obliged. Dark roots with sharpened barbs climb upon ankles and slink themselves through slips in armor with ease. A break neck embrace of greedy hands in the form of vines as they'd bind and find themselves tight and held fast. An earthen smell and a puncture of the skin confirms they were about to be dragged to the ground, a wench to remove these wretched invaders from the strength t

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him under

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

The door opened into a basin, walls in every direction spanning skyward like a bowl. Dusty and barren, the once lush overgrowth that climbed them rotted less than halfway up. Trees like blackened, coarse hands reached out toward the stars, their last throes of hopelessness a testament to the evil that now lay claim to the place. It was no one's fault, perhaps; but in their failure to act, it had become everyone's. The twenty eighth floor had fought admirably to reclaim this space. Dried out grass and the fetid stench of leaves long past autumn breathed death into the offensive nostrils o

The door opened into a basin, walls in every direction spanning skyward like a bowl. Dusty and barren, the once lush overgrowth that climbed them rotted less than halfway up. Trees like blackened, coarse hands reached out toward the stars, their last throes of hopelessness a testament to the evil that now lay claim to the place. It was no one's fault, perhaps; but in their failure to act, it had become everyone's. The twenty eighth floor had fought admirably to reclaim this space. Dried out grass and the fetid stench of leaves long past autumn breathed death into the offensive nostrils o

The door opened into a basin, walls in every direction spanning skyward like a bowl. Dusty and barren, the once lush overgrowth that climbed them rotted less than halfway up. Trees like blackened, coarse hands reached out toward the stars, their last throes of hopelessness a testament to the evil that now lay claim to the place. It was no one's fault, perhaps; but in their failure to act, it had become everyone's. The twenty eighth floor had fought admirably to reclaim this space. Dried out grass and the fetid stench of leaves long past autumn breathed death into the offensive nostrils o