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Knights of Badassdom
Live-action role players conjure up a demon from Hell by mistake and they must deal with the consequences.
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Times are in SLT.

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Knights of Badassdom
Live-action role players conjure up a demon from Hell by mistake and they must deal with the consequences.
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Word on the street... The city’s pulse throbbed raw yesterday, with whispers thick as the bayou fog. Word is that a high-stakes raid at a rundown corner store exploded into gunfire—cops and gangfolk dancing a deadly tango. One gang queen went down hard, bleeding on the cracked pavement, while another lost it mid-chaos, flinging cereal like some messed-up peace offering to the blue-blooded enforcers. Meanwhile, the Missing Man’s shadow lengthened—last seen disappearing without a trace, leaving a pregnant woman tangled in riddles and refusals. And behind smoky bars, flirtations and sharp glances masked darker games—trust a currency too costly to spend freely in Hathian’s cracked streets.
Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at Laveau, they say the man with the hard, hungry eyes left a red handprint burning across the cheek of the woman in the tattered dress—her spit sharp as a bayou snake’s strike, defiance flickering beneath swelling bruises. She shook, torn between broken promises and venomous truths, a ghost in the sultry shadow of the docks where the fog clings like sin. ░▒ ▒░ But that’s just the surface. Over at Conjure, in the damp bones of that deserted building, a cold smile cut through the haze as a man sifted through scattered papers, muttering about sloppy work—ghosts of drugged meals and whispered threats swirling heavy, the fog creeping deeper into every corner of this town’s restless soul. ░▒ ░▒░ Father Delacroix at the old church heard the rumors too—his gaze drifted uneasy toward the door, knowing all too well the marks carved beneath skin and shadow. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl
Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s shadows stretched long yesterday, thick with whispered curses and quiet bargains. A cryptic card reading shook more than one soul—what the deck revealed was enough to silence laughter and turn smiles into wary glances. Meanwhile, whispers of a crooked department reached fever pitch; rumored deals and under-the-table offerings brewed behind closed doors, with a certain heated exchange hinting at deeper corruption. And amid the sultry haze, talk of a mysterious potions vendor mixing spices like a whispered curse floated between the Get Woke and Witch Way Alley, as if the very air was charged with magic and menace. In Columtreal, the night always has teeth.
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