Westgate Encounter: While walking through the Westgate district of Absalom, Snax heard a familiar tune from his days in "Diplomacy Fail." It turns out that one of his revolution/love songs has permeated the zeitgeist and taken Absalom by storm.
Drippy's Bar: At Drippy's, a bar in the Puddles district, Snax grilled Carl Weathers, a local music historian, about the "Diplomacy Fail" song Carl had recognized. Carl identified that the song was being heard at the docks, originating from ships that ported in from the city of Ostenso. Snax, along with Carl, attempted to perform the song at the bar, but they both did a horrible job, leading Snax to vow to speak with Lord Winston, the Primarch of Absalom, about the royalties he wasn't receiving for his song being played all over the city.
The descent from punk rocker to haunted soul began with a well placed chord and a misplaced spell. In the grimy underbelly of Egorian, amidst the discordant riffs of "Diplomacy Fail" and the whispered lore of tavern denizens, youthful fascination with the occult morphed into a twisted, desperate call to action. The first taste of "heroism" turned into ash, leaving all branded with the acrid taste of pain and the hollow echo of a child's scream.
Bernard's Bagels, once a haven for greasy pastries and bleary-eyed melodies, became a macabre tableau of blood and bone. A child, fueled by vengeful magic, had unleashed a monstrosity upon her father, a monstrous echo of the darkness that lurked beneath Egorian's surface. A second monstrosity was set upon the first, in very much a "gorillas dealing with needlenaskes" situation. The second evil, in this case, was a demon summoned by failing to recognize its true name.
The air crackled with eldritch energy as the demon's "name" was invoked. The need to wield this dark entity like a puppet, to banish one horror with another outweighed the desire for personal sanctity. But hubris, as always, proved a cruel jester. The demon, summoned by a mere alias, ignored the flimsy tether it was bound with. It tore through the child's monstrosity with gleeful malice, but its hunger was not sated. The throngs at the venue, companions in this ill-fated venture, fell like wheat before a scythe, their screams swallowed by the echoing laughter of the summoned fiend. And then, in a final act of cruelty, the demon claimed its true prize - the child, her innocence ripped away in a maelstrom of infernal fire.
The melody of life replaced by the discordant symphony of guilt and despair was all that remained. The demon's true name, the key to binding it and rescuing the child, remained a cruel riddle etched into its entrance into Golarian. The lone survivor, Snackleford Gilbet, became a nomad, a haunted drifter chasing shadows in the occult underbelly, forever searching for the one word that could redeem him, the one word that could silence the screams that echoed in the wasteland of his soul.
His journey is one of a twisted pilgrimage, a ballad of redemption sung in the minor key of regret. He walks a tightrope between desperation and oblivion, pursued by the ghosts of his past and driven by a flicker of hope that refuses to be extinguished. Whether he will find the demon's true name, and with it, a chance at redemption, remains to be seen. But one thing is certain; his quest is a dance with darkness, a macabre waltz on the precipice of oblivion, where every step is a gamble with his own soul.