Golden-Esque
2011-09-08, 08:12 PM
Springwane 13,
We began this expedition with the highest hopes. It was simple, really. People had gone missing over the past several weeks; a few young lads and a lass. People say that they were having trouble sleeping; they were coughing their lungs out and they kept mumbling about 'someone being out to get them.' And them they vanished.
You can imagine that their mums were quite upset about the whole thing. Upset enough to hire a bunch of adventurers like myself to go and look for'em. The others are nice enough; never met a gnome I never thought to be a wee bit strange, though. Regardless, we set off into the woods first thing tomorrow. But really, I'm not expecting much; entire tribes of goblins have died by my blade. What's a few missing kids?
Springwane 15.
Been a few days since we've left. Had to clear out a few rapid animals, a couple kobolds; nothing major. Until later, when we think we might have found where the kids had been staying, at least, for a little while. It was an old, run-down cabin. The villagers told us all about it; some nutty wizard used to stay there, claiming that 'the one from beyond it all' was out for his blood. That he wanted to scrape and claw and rip him apart. Needless to say, he died alone, and his cabin went into disrepaid.
Well, when we took a look inside of the old, rotten place, we could definitely tell it was used recently. Spoiled provisions, tracks of displaced dirt and dust and the like. The ranger wandered around and checked out the little things; I, on the other hand, stared at the big thing. A giant circle with an 'x' running straight through it. The wound looked fairly new, as paint had been chipped all around the marking, but it was hard to say. Macro; that's the ranger, said he found tons of that mark all over the place. In windows, in books, under chains, everywhere. We've decided that we're going to stay the night; after all, the 'little bookworm' found a cache of tomes he wants to read. They're diaries. Thinks they'll help. I don't like the feel of this place, but I guess we'll see.
Springwane 16,
I'm officially freaked out now. I wasn't, at first. Old man Linealechatter; that's our little bookwork wizard, started reading the tomes. Said it talked about some 'creature' that appeared to have a bunch of names for it. Operator was apparently common, but on the final page, the words 'Slenderman' were carved into the cover. Apparently this 'creature' is beyond our world. Likes to rip people's minds apart. Linealechatter wants another night here to read. He seems hooked. I don't like the feeling of this.
Springwane 17,
****, I must be out of my mind. I keep feeling like I see something. Where? I don't know. Off in the woods. At all times of the day too, not just at night. It's in the corner of my eyes. Dancing, toying with me. Linealechatter didn't get much sleep last night, and all three of us; Lineale, Marco, and myself all broke out in this strange cough. And I feel cold, no matter how many blankets I got on, I feel cold. Something is going on here.
Springwane 18
We found one of the kids. He wandered up into the cabin, shaking. Marco calmed him down, we gave him some of our supplies to try and help. He was blubbering about how he couldn't remember anything about the past week and a half. Lineale scanned his mind; says it really was blank. We asked him what was wrong. Said that something started following him and his friends ever since they started hanging around this cabin. We asked him what he thought it was, and he pointed out to the forest. "That," he said softly. We followed his finger and we saw it too. It was a man, wearing some weird clothes and looking really tall and wrong; like someone had stretched him out. And he didn't have a face. That was weird too. Lineale screamed, "It's the Operator!" and ducked under a table. Marco pulled out his longbow and shot it, only it wasn't there anymore. It was in the cabin. And it had Lineale.
I don't remember anything after that. Only that Lineale's gone. And the kid is still blubbering. I feel like crying too, and even as I write this down, I feel like I'm still being watched.
Springwane 25 (?)
Woke up this morning in the local inn. I don't know what happened. Calender in the room says that it's five days later. Calen; the writer, up until this point, is dead. The boy is missing. All I have is what's in this book. He's still watching me. He's toying with me; I know this game. I don't know what it is, but I know this game. He's marked me. He wants to wear me down until I break. Just like Calen did. Just like Lineale. Probably like those kids too. I see him now, he's everywhere. He's behind every shadow, a face in every crowd. How long until he wins?
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This Pathfinder monster is a homage to what is possibly the scariest mythos to come of our generation. The monster itself pays a good deal of respect to its source material, as well as to the other people on this board who have been brave enough to try and give rules and existence to that which cannot, should not, and does not exist. For that, Hyooz and The Demented One, I am thankful.
The Operator is dialing. Can you resist the urge to answer? (view) (https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=sites&srcid=ZGVmYXVsdGRvbWFpbnxkdW1wYnVja2V0ZG5kfGd4OjZk NGE0YzQzYjZhNGM3NGY)
If you keep it, he will keep you. (download) (https://sites.google.com/site/dumpbucketdnd/things-to-share/S%28X%29.pdf?attredirects=0&d=1)
Enjoy...
http://www.deviantart.com/download/126757003/The_Slender_Man_by_Pirate_Cashoo.jpg
We began this expedition with the highest hopes. It was simple, really. People had gone missing over the past several weeks; a few young lads and a lass. People say that they were having trouble sleeping; they were coughing their lungs out and they kept mumbling about 'someone being out to get them.' And them they vanished.
You can imagine that their mums were quite upset about the whole thing. Upset enough to hire a bunch of adventurers like myself to go and look for'em. The others are nice enough; never met a gnome I never thought to be a wee bit strange, though. Regardless, we set off into the woods first thing tomorrow. But really, I'm not expecting much; entire tribes of goblins have died by my blade. What's a few missing kids?
Springwane 15.
Been a few days since we've left. Had to clear out a few rapid animals, a couple kobolds; nothing major. Until later, when we think we might have found where the kids had been staying, at least, for a little while. It was an old, run-down cabin. The villagers told us all about it; some nutty wizard used to stay there, claiming that 'the one from beyond it all' was out for his blood. That he wanted to scrape and claw and rip him apart. Needless to say, he died alone, and his cabin went into disrepaid.
Well, when we took a look inside of the old, rotten place, we could definitely tell it was used recently. Spoiled provisions, tracks of displaced dirt and dust and the like. The ranger wandered around and checked out the little things; I, on the other hand, stared at the big thing. A giant circle with an 'x' running straight through it. The wound looked fairly new, as paint had been chipped all around the marking, but it was hard to say. Macro; that's the ranger, said he found tons of that mark all over the place. In windows, in books, under chains, everywhere. We've decided that we're going to stay the night; after all, the 'little bookworm' found a cache of tomes he wants to read. They're diaries. Thinks they'll help. I don't like the feel of this place, but I guess we'll see.
Springwane 16,
I'm officially freaked out now. I wasn't, at first. Old man Linealechatter; that's our little bookwork wizard, started reading the tomes. Said it talked about some 'creature' that appeared to have a bunch of names for it. Operator was apparently common, but on the final page, the words 'Slenderman' were carved into the cover. Apparently this 'creature' is beyond our world. Likes to rip people's minds apart. Linealechatter wants another night here to read. He seems hooked. I don't like the feeling of this.
Springwane 17,
****, I must be out of my mind. I keep feeling like I see something. Where? I don't know. Off in the woods. At all times of the day too, not just at night. It's in the corner of my eyes. Dancing, toying with me. Linealechatter didn't get much sleep last night, and all three of us; Lineale, Marco, and myself all broke out in this strange cough. And I feel cold, no matter how many blankets I got on, I feel cold. Something is going on here.
Springwane 18
We found one of the kids. He wandered up into the cabin, shaking. Marco calmed him down, we gave him some of our supplies to try and help. He was blubbering about how he couldn't remember anything about the past week and a half. Lineale scanned his mind; says it really was blank. We asked him what was wrong. Said that something started following him and his friends ever since they started hanging around this cabin. We asked him what he thought it was, and he pointed out to the forest. "That," he said softly. We followed his finger and we saw it too. It was a man, wearing some weird clothes and looking really tall and wrong; like someone had stretched him out. And he didn't have a face. That was weird too. Lineale screamed, "It's the Operator!" and ducked under a table. Marco pulled out his longbow and shot it, only it wasn't there anymore. It was in the cabin. And it had Lineale.
I don't remember anything after that. Only that Lineale's gone. And the kid is still blubbering. I feel like crying too, and even as I write this down, I feel like I'm still being watched.
Springwane 25 (?)
Woke up this morning in the local inn. I don't know what happened. Calender in the room says that it's five days later. Calen; the writer, up until this point, is dead. The boy is missing. All I have is what's in this book. He's still watching me. He's toying with me; I know this game. I don't know what it is, but I know this game. He's marked me. He wants to wear me down until I break. Just like Calen did. Just like Lineale. Probably like those kids too. I see him now, he's everywhere. He's behind every shadow, a face in every crowd. How long until he wins?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
This Pathfinder monster is a homage to what is possibly the scariest mythos to come of our generation. The monster itself pays a good deal of respect to its source material, as well as to the other people on this board who have been brave enough to try and give rules and existence to that which cannot, should not, and does not exist. For that, Hyooz and The Demented One, I am thankful.
The Operator is dialing. Can you resist the urge to answer? (view) (https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=sites&srcid=ZGVmYXVsdGRvbWFpbnxkdW1wYnVja2V0ZG5kfGd4OjZk NGE0YzQzYjZhNGM3NGY)
If you keep it, he will keep you. (download) (https://sites.google.com/site/dumpbucketdnd/things-to-share/S%28X%29.pdf?attredirects=0&d=1)
Enjoy...
http://www.deviantart.com/download/126757003/The_Slender_Man_by_Pirate_Cashoo.jpg