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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 · Fantastique
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Nightfall Talisman

A week slipped by in a blur of monotonous routine. Each day melded into the next as I kept my head down and focused on my work at the library. The once vibrant corridors of Babel felt cold and distant now. My interactions were minimal, limited to the essentials, and I ventured outside only when absolutely necessary. The weight of the recent events hung over me like a dark cloud, making me wary of every shadow and every stranger I encountered.

The church of Evernight was a constant, oppressive presence in the back of my mind. I stayed under their radar as best I could, mindful of the sinister warning from the ritual. I had not heard a word from Rosaline, which troubled me more with each passing day. My curiosity was a gnawing itch, but I had to temper it with the realization that she might be in even more danger than I was. The idea that she could be a target, potentially grounded or even restrained, only added to my growing anxiety.