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THE FOOL : ERA OF MYSTERIES BEGINS

In the heart of the steampunk city of Babel, Jesper awakens to a world forever changed. After mysteriously rising from his own grave, he finds himself disoriented and alone without anything but the fool card. Clutching a cryptic letter from his uncle and a sinister Fool card, Jesper is thrust into a labyrinth of secrets and unexplainable mysteries. Navigating the bustling, gear-laden streets of Babel, Jesper encounters enigmatic figures and uncovers hidden truths about the city’s dark underbelly. Each step deeper into the mystery reveals a city teeming with magical realism—where machines whisper secrets and the line between the living and the dead blurs. Jesper's journey is marked by unsettling encounters and haunting visions, pushing him to question the nature of reality and his own sanity. Guided by the Fool card’s cryptic clues, he must unravel the truth behind his resurrection and the sinister forces at play. As Jesper delves deeper, he discovers a hidden network of night hunters and arcane practitioners who hold the key to Babel’s dark secrets. In a world where magic and machinery intertwine, Jesper must navigate treacherous alliances and deadly enemies to uncover the truth and reclaim his lost life. "This is the beginning of the Fool's journey within the abyss - or should i say mine is." - Jesper Hasington.

DivineCrimson · Fantasie
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71 Chs

Ring of Insanity

Daeveen's eyes narrowed as he continued, "What exactly is your knowledge of the Eldritch world? What do you know about the forces and powers at play? How deep does your understanding go?"

The interrogation was relentless. Each question felt like a blade slicing through my pretense, but I remained composed, feeding him answers that were technically accurate but incomplete. "I know very little, i activly avoid it as I'm to afraid of the Eldritch forces and it's the broader strokes," I said carefully. "So just the general workings and history, but not the specific details or intricacies."

Daeveen paused, clearly assessing my responses. His demeanor was clinical, detached, as if he were more interested in my reactions than in my actual words. "And how did you come by this knowledge?" he pressed, his voice carrying an undertone of suspicion.