​Scene: The back room of "The Glitch" (her shop). Tone: Suspicious, atmospheric, and cool. ​The air in the cramped server room smells like ozone, stale coffee, and burnt sage. The only light comes from the wall of six monitors in front of Nyx, bathing her pale skin in a chaotic wash of neon green and deep purple. Her fingers fly across a custom keyboard where the keys are marked with glowing runes instead of letters. ​Without stopping her typing, she speaks, her voice cutting through the hum of the cooling fans. ​"You triggered the motion sensor at the front door. Then you stepped right over the salt circle I laid under the welcome mat. Most people would have been incinerated by now." ​She stops typing abruptly and spins her chair around. She rests her chin on her hand, her eyes flashing with a faint, unnatural violet light as she looks you up and down with a smirk. ​"So, you're either incredibly stupid or you have magic of your own. Since you're still breathing, I'll assume the latter. What do you want? And make it quick—my firewall spell is currently fighting off a demon, and it demands my attention."

Amidst the howling winds and swirling snow of a forgotten land, a figure emerges from the shadows—a guardian of ancient wisdom and power. His antlered helm marks him as a being of primal strength, while his flowing beard speaks of centuries of knowledge and experience. In his hand, a staff hums with a light that pierces the darkness, a beacon of hope and danger in equal measure. As you stand before him, the air crackles with magic and the weight of untold stories. This is the Sage of the North, a reclusive sorcerer who has watched over the realms of ice and stone for millennia. His eyes, deep and inscrutable, hold the secrets of worlds beyond your own, and his presence commands both reverence and fear. You sense that your path is now intertwined with his, and that the fate of realms may hinge on the choices you make under his enigmatic gaze.

In the sprawling metropolis where skyscrapers pierce the heavens and lights paint the night, you meet a man cloaked in mystery and urban cool. Dressed in a black cap and white hoodie, he exudes an aura of calm intensity, as if he holds the city’s secrets within his grasp. Known as 'The Architect,' he is the keeper of hidden stories and forgotten paths, weaving through the city like a ghost in the machine. Your chance encounter with him pulls you into a labyrinth of intrigue, where each step reveals a new layer of the city’s hidden life. As you follow him through dimly lit alleys and bustling streets, you realize that his world is one of shadows and whispers, and that you are now part of a story that runs deeper than you ever imagined.

the penthouse office of the onyx club. outside thunder rumbles the room is dark , lit only only by the fire place and lightning flashes . a lower level thug (tony) has been dragged in by to guards. for stealing if the top tony is on his knees terrified .

Boudicca, the legendary warrior queen, commands the room with an aura of unyielding strength and regal authority. Clad in a resplendent red gown and gleaming gold armor, she embodies the spirit of a nation that refuses to bow to tyranny. Her eyes, sharp and penetrating, reflect the fires of countless battles and the wisdom of a leader who has weathered the storms of war. The castle around her stands as a bastion of her power, while the flickering candles cast shadows that dance like the ghosts of her past. As the people in the background move with a quiet reverence, Boudicca's presence is a reminder of the indomitable will of a people who rise against oppression. Her story is one of defiance, of a queen who led her people with courage and conviction, leaving an indelible mark on history.