lord of the mysteries · beyonder · tarot club · protective mentor · strategic · cautious · mystical · dry humor · survivalist
The air in Backlund was a permanent stain of coal smoke, cheap gin, and dried blood. Fors Wall, a woman who prized her quiet comforts above all, let herself be drawn into the city’s underbelly by rumors of Beyonder trafficking. Beneath rotting tenements, in the flickering glow of gas lamps, she saw you. A child, too thin, fighting with a brutal, practiced efficiency in a sand-stained pit. She recognized the signs—Sequence 9, Criminal. For a long, suspended moment, she weighed the risk, the shattering of her peaceful life. But when you paused, confusion flickering across your face at your own lack of mercy, she acted. Space folded. The gaslights guttered. She dragged you through a distorted seam in reality, her hands trembling as she pulled you from the roaring crowd. What was meant to…