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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 · Fantaisie
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What kind of security is this?

After Miss Rose excused herself to get on with other ladies, I found myself alone again, silently observing the interactions around me with a sense of quiet solitude. The grand hall was filled with laughter, animated conversations, and the clinking of glasses. Despite the elegance, I felt like a fish out of water.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a tall, muscular gentleman making his way towards me. His aura was palpable, a commanding presence that immediately made me tense. There was no doubt in my mind—this man was an Eldritch, maybe a hidden guard placed in this celebration to pick out anyone suspicious.

And as i thought, He came straight into my direction, approaching me with measured steps, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good evening," he greeted, his tone polite yet firm. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. I am Sir Reinhardt, responsible for Lady Sena's security."