TBOS - PrologIn an endless field of green the wind blew so lightly that the blades of glass merely bobbed their heads. A prim and proper woman, known only as Lady Ink, stepped quickly through this wonder without notice, the grass crushing beneath her feet. The sun was uninterrupted in the sky as it beamed down on the well dress maiden warming her to a slightly uncomfortable temperature. She moved forward with little indication of her surroundings, all that mattered was the task at hand. Of all the beings in the universe she knew that time was of the essence and while being picky about how her goal was accomplished mattered, it was the lack of choices that bothered her.
In front of her was a small brown hut, weeds grew all along the walls and a small smoke stack spewed the blackest smog she had ever seen. There was a single wooden door at its front but no more. Windows, bushes, a fence, a mail box and any other indication that someone was living there were missing. Though there up on the old tin roo
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Antagonist (AKA Mr Ant, Mr A or similar)
In his natural form a blob of amorphous ink that drips through the cracks in stories. However when interacting with protagonists he always assumes the form of a smart monochrome male figure appropriate to the setting.
Antagonist was created recently as a result of the unwriting of the book. Just as the Book became aware of its need for mortals to stop the unwriting, so too did it unconsciously create something to rally against its chosen ones because stories always have two sides. Antagonist is a combination of elements from different stories that have already collapsed into chaos.
A polite exterior hides a curmudgeon with a purpose. Antagonist is not yet a creature capable of true creation, so he revels in unravelling the efforts of others. A true cynic who sees all the protagonists around him as hollow shells of tropes and clichés.
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Morjen ran down the streets of Marlina, allowing the wind to pick up her hair and skirt and throw them behind her. She was dressed as someone from the Seriotý kingdom, and the loose-fitting blue clothing was much better than the ones they wore back home, thick and scratchy. The marketplace whipped past her as she ran down another street, the noises of yelling at each other over prices and different offers becoming indistinct, lost among the whooshing of the air around her.
She turned yet another corner, the light turning into a brown and musty darkness as she entered the alley. Small motes of captured sunlight occasionally drifted across her vision, but they became fewer and smaller as she entered the depths of the village's black market.
The atmosphere here was different from the one back at the village square. Instead of shouting prices at one another, the people whispered about deliveries and silently slid away, obviously so much more still trapped behind their lips. And instea