WeaselMan

I am the static barrier. The gaps in your memory. The figure in the red robe. The ending that was not made equal. The face you cannot remember. The promise left unfulfilled.

Yes I know they are different races and classes.

I also know that Taako being a ‘Sorcerer’ would mean he didn’t have to teach kids jack shit, and Magnus doesn’t need to be a barbarian to Hit Stuff Real Good and teach kids about anger management.

Arthur Aguefort? Magic Bryan.

I’ll go first!!!

The ‘you’re dating the grim reaper?!’ goof was heartbreaking and traumatizing.

The Director and Lucretia were two different people

Barry was important in the very end of the campaign (and then he died like, three episodes in.)

You meet Lup in the first arc

I THOUGHT THE WONDERLAND TWINS WERE TAAKO AND LUP

This is also a reminder that the only thing keeping her going during her shift was the memories she shared with her brother.

Also just another reminder that in Balance, Liches need positive memories to keep themselves grounded so they do not become evil and forget their memories.

And that the only positive connection she had as her last day as a human was with her brother.

Who is now dead.

Griffin: I need you to roll to do this really important thing.

Justin: ,,,....uh...6.

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Griffin: Roll to Do The Stupid™️

Collapsing onto the deck, Lup tried to get her eyes to focus on something. Anything. However, the more she tried to focus on what was in front of her, the more her head pounded against the walls of her cranium. Everything she could even remotely see soon dispersed into static.

She was disoriented. She didn’t know where she was, how she had gotten here, or who she was.

Looking ahead from the floor she had collapsed on, she spotted three figures. Two were lying on the ground. One was rolling around, holding the sides of their head. She couldn’t make out their face through the flashes of the red robe. The other figure on the floor wasn’t moving, and whether they were bleeding or that was part of their crimson cape was anyone’s guess.

The third was the most terrifying.

A figure floating above the distorted floorboards, a robe covering his frame. The pin on the robe was not one Lup could figure out. It was almost as if it were written in another language she couldn’t even attempt to comprehend. Under the clothing, was a glowing skeleton man, who swiftly made his way over to kneel next to the high-elf’s fallen form.

“Oh, o-oh my god, L͚̀ų͖̪p̷̳̜̙̟̫͜, it’s- it’s actually, you- are, oh my god I thought that we lost you! Wh- where did you go?”

She immediately slipped backwards, flat up against the wall of the ship and staring at this, man, who she didn’t know.

“...Wh...”

“...who are you?”

The man took a few steps backward, seeming very taken aback by the phrase she just spoke.

“...did you just...I...L̸̨͟҉̺̭̲̙̙̮̰̗̤u̶̵̯͉͖̩͍̝͙͕͈̖̤͙̝̖͍̘͈̭̕͝ͅp̨̙͖͎̰̯͎̟̟̩͇͕͓̰̮̙̣̫͝͡...please, please tell me you’re joking. I- I’m Barry! Barry Bluejeans? You...you love me, remember? We, we just got back from O̪̹͞u̞̭̘̣͎͢r͍͉̬̝̯ ̻͍̯̜̙̱̰h̝͍͙̻u̡̮̼͖̫̬n̹͉̜d̥͖̤̮̙̣r͔̮͉̘͓͓̺̕ę͚̙͙̱̪d̩͖͈̹͔͓͟ͅ ͙̤͎͉̤̝͈y̹e̮̘̤a̗̭̙̺͟ͅr̬̞͍ ̖͢ͅa̱͚͖̜͙̞d҉̞ͅv̷en̙̗̙͍͙t̡͙̳̺͎̙ú̬̙͍̹̥̤r͎̱̞͓͖̯͜e̼̤͕̜̜͇̬͠ ͏͙t̻̩͟h̟͇͖̦r̟̀o̹̺͙͈ͅu̺̳̣͞ͅg̮̻͓̲̺͇̀h̢ ̫̤̤̞̤̞̫t͡hḙ̶̝̹̪ ̡m͇̥̻͈͢uḷ͉̺͓̘t͏̗i̗̲v̶͕̙̥̭e̦͞r̸̬̝͍̰sḙ̠̦̣͔̩͢.͓̜ ͏̯͙̞̫̻W̰͈̟̱͙͖e̟ ͕pe̪̻rf̟̹͕̘o҉͇̹̦̼͖ṟ̰̗̝ͅm̬̭̺e҉̱͕̥̺̰d͍̤̞͖̤ ̖͡e̸̲̲xp̦̠̦̗̼e̦̱͉̻̬̮͔͞r̢̳̲̫̥̙͈i͉͓̻͙̥̻ͅm͔e̠͎̮̪̦̕n̴͎̹̹t̸͎̗̪̱s͖͓͖ ͈̣̬̜̕t̷̰̱̫͖̲o̕g̛͇͉̺͍ͅét͏̙̯̬̥̘̦he̹͇̗͕̙r̺̦̣!̡͕͎̞̮ ̸̺͙͔̹̣ͅW̖̩͉͚e̛̻͇̺̜,̖̬̥ ̧̪̩̫w͍̱̦e̟ s͏̮̰̳̹͕ͅṭ̩͔̲͚͚̀o̼ṕ̟͖̠p̝͈e̗̘̱̥̜d͇͚̱͙̻͙̹ ͚th̻̩͉̹e̝͖̮̣̺̣͝ ̰h̢̩̬̟u̞n͍̬g͙̲͎̘ͅe̞͡r̗̘͕̪̥̞!̨̪̘̲̣͖̱̬ ̠H͖͕a̶̩̖͓r̷̙̯͚n̢̯͔͚̺̱̭̹e̞̠̹̱̰͍s̵̬͍̜s̴͉̪̳͓̞̼͕ḙ̤́d̵̮̗̠ ̙̰t̮̘̳̲͙̩̳̕h̷̗̭̞̪e̴̹̹̜ͅ p͔̜̰͇͇͇͢o͚̱̹͢we̸͔͈͎̺̞̦ṟ̱̟̖̙͢ş̹̼̦͈̻̩ͅ ͍̖̮̱͠o̯̲̖̳̯͢ͅf҉ ͖͇͇̱̥͕̭t̹̫́h͘e̡̬̣ ͚̠͇̘̘ͅl̖i̙͚͞ͅg̳̹h̥̖͉̤͎̲t͕ ̤͈̪̫͢o̷̝̮̙f͖͔ ̧͕c̘͇̗r̗͎͇͔e̷a̡̜͈̜t̸͔̫̞̮į͍̘o͜n̪̘̻̭̥͟!̜̘̠̺ ̟̮͟F͍̲̫̪̠͈͜ḙ̴̯͉̹l̻̼͓ͅl̢̼̬̞̝͕ ̯̖̫͚͈i͘ͅn͏͔̭͉ ̧l̰o̴̼v͔̜͓̫̟͈̩ḙ̵͖͖̞̞̠͈!̸͓̟ ̸W̛̗̟͉̲̲̗i̴̖̳̰̺t̩̤̝h ̫̹̻̖̖̭́M͠a̹g͎̬͕̺̤n̸̟̖̘̤̮̖͈u̦͓͈͍s̶̻̠ ̧̹̙̪͔͉̰a̶̻̩̱̬̥̫͉nd҉̲̳͈̠͔̱̺-̼͎̱ ̦̯̪̱̬͘àn̩̝̹d̴̠͕̟ ͖͕̝̜̮̭y̷̠̳̯͓o̳̮̼͔u͈̺̲̱̙͙̘r̹͔͔ ̸b͚̲̙͇͕͍r̠̰̭̯̤o͜t̸̜̝͖h̞͔̘e̺̥̟̙͓r̹͉̙̜̘ͅ ͈̖͓T̻ͅa̤̣͖a͉̻k͕o̘̰̥͖͇̙!̶̦̺ ̙͓ͅPl͉ę̪̥̱a̫͓ś̻̝̼͍ͅͅe̛̗̤͙,̨̲̜ ͕̺̦͢yo̵ų͎̼͉̟͈͎̝,͍̰͚̀ ͍̖͎̦͟ͅy̰̻͍̮̯̳ou̵͔͖̻̺̹͍̬ ͍̩͖̜͉h̺̪̫͕̖̜͘a̱͓͠v̗è̝̥̘̲̫͉̩ ̞͇͇͈̗͈̝t̛͇o̘ ͙̪̭̝͓̜̟r̵̯̪e҉̮̯̖͉m̞̹̬e̢̥m͖̗͙͎̳b̼͓̪͜e̳͙̻r̟̺͇̠̀.̡͉.̨̱͖.͠.̯͇͚̺͡L̳͈̟͍̬u̫̱͈̩̫̰p̲,͚͉ ̞͚̞̣͇p͔̰̙̕l̜̫̬͖͖̻e̸̥͇as͏͙͖͚̣e̮̣.̸͙̦ͅ.̳̞̮͔̗͚͡.̖̰͕͔ͅI̹̹̳-̨̯̺͍̦ͅͅ ͍̯̟̠͠I̞̠̣͙̝ ̝̫̮̥̘̯c̝͇̲̘̼̣̕ͅa̦̳̳͓͓̻̭n̛̻̪͙͓’͇̟̗͔̟͈t ̲͈̗̞̯̤̠̀do̵̻̟͖̳̠̮ ̰͈͔̭͔͞t̨͕̰̙̱hi̺͙̰̥͎ͅs̮͉̹̪̪̤ ̥͖̱͈̻͉ẁ̫̱i̠͈̬͕t̥̘͚̘̞̲̠͞ho̹͍̖̤̻u̷t̨̙ ̨͚̥̟̣y̬͖̦̼o͉̮͙̖u̡͓̲̯͖̲!̵ ̬̩͝P͙͉͎̰̲ͅl̳̳͘ea͖͖̜͞s͉͚e!̥”

All she heard was static, and more static.

Covering her ears and curling into a tighter ball, Lup shut her eyes tight as the noise grew louder. What was he saying?

“P-...please...please, stop!” She cried out weakly to this complete stranger.

With her cry, he stopped.

His entire composure dropped in an instant, his eyes and expression gaining a more morbid tone.

“...babe,” he took a deep breath and slowly reached into his back pocket, “I’m only doing this, because, I love you, and, I know this is going to be horrible since you don’t understand but, you will. I- I can’t do this without you, and, this- this is the only way you’ll understand- please, I, I have to do this. I have to...”

From his pocket, Barry pulled a dagger, menacingly walking toward her.

“I have to kill you.”

Lup’s eyes went wide with panic and she let out a scream, grabbing an object that was closest to her person at the time. Holding her umbrella out in front of her, begging it to protect her, it unfolded and began to suck in the surrounding air like a vacuum.

With a shout and a bright light, the dagger clattered to the ground, and the Umbra Staff closed up again. Opening her eyes, Lup saw no one standing there.

What if the stolen century had not been at all what it seemed? What if the beginning was not truly where this story began? What if Griffin McElroy, the dungeon master who pieces everything together with such grace and delicacy, missed one very important thing? A plothole that could change the story forever?

A moment to reflect upon Lup’s tragic ending in the cave with Gundren Rockseeker, Griffin forgot a very key element to her demise:

Elves have an immunity to poison.

That being said, a single knife to the back would not have been the thing to kill her, oh no. When she got back to the ship, truly fulfilling the promise she left on that note, she had her heart shattered to pieces on the deck of the starblaster.

“Taako...what if she’s just gone?”

“...who?”

“What if who’s gone?”

The words from her brother’s mouth hit her like a truck, and before she could say anything, her memory started to fade. Recognizing the people in front of her but not knowing who she was as a person was too much for her brain to handle.

Static, and more static.

She could remember her trip into Phandelin. She could remember trying so desperately to hide the thing she created but couldn’t remember what it was. She could remember because that was the one thing Lucretia didn’t erase when she threw the rest of her memories into that tank, her own name going with it.

Lup remembered the grand relic she created, but, none of that mattered, because, she couldn’t remember who she was.

None of them could.

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