SOMETHING DEEP LAYS HERE
SOMETHING OLD AND DARK...
Long ago there were four, who were impoverished outcasts with nowhere to go. They were eager to kill and die to live for the scraps they were given, these adventurous forefathers that gave rise to knowledge which was once lost. All the same, they dug in deep and claimed in blood and root, steel and bone, they waged wars for the call of discovery. Ancient texts had been written about it, that little spark of unknown which laid deep within the earth. The promise was that if they found this secret, this unknown thing, they would be given whatever they had desired. Wealth. Power. Fame.
They dug into the land to find their riches. They wanted to claim a little piece of what they thought was already theirs. They dared to think they could break the skin of a god and try to dig out its heart without bringing forth the blood and darkness.
Soon enough, something started to whisper to the four, promising each one something in exchange for freedom.
Little did they know that their world was a prison. A carefully crafted prison built just for them.
They all heard the call, and one answered.
They bore witness to their comrades feeding themselves to the earth like martyrs. They set up their little mines to find the spark of knowledge they came to look for, only to watch it all rise and fall like the tides and burn in a mighty flame then pray for the rain to come to wash it all away.
Little did they know that they needed blood for the knowledge to be released.
They live a simple pristine life, beyond notions of simple emotion or the complexity of them. They live free of the cages of fear which binds the rest of those below them. A host and hoard of knowledge far beyond what normal mortal tongue can not understand or comprehend.
They do not fear. Yet mortals do. It is deep within them, the fear that they do not belong here. On the land they walk in. Walled in by giant corpses made of trees and stone, isolated by the choking canopy of the flora around them that robs of sunlight, woods where tooth, claw, hunger, magic and vengeance stalks silently for their next meal. Long before the four adventurers came to their land.
They are not evil, nor divine, they simply are.
Four came in, one came out, the world had been made anew and something had been freed…
Oh something, had been freed...
They dug into the land to find their riches. They wanted to claim a little piece of what they thought was already theirs. They dared to think they could break the skin of a god and try to dig out its heart without bringing forth the blood and darkness.
Soon enough, something started to whisper to the four, promising each one something in exchange for freedom.
Little did they know that their world was a prison. A carefully crafted prison built just for them.
They all heard the call, and one answered.
They bore witness to their comrades feeding themselves to the earth like martyrs. They set up their little mines to find the spark of knowledge they came to look for, only to watch it all rise and fall like the tides and burn in a mighty flame then pray for the rain to come to wash it all away.
Little did they know that they needed blood for the knowledge to be released.
They live a simple pristine life, beyond notions of simple emotion or the complexity of them. They live free of the cages of fear which binds the rest of those below them. A host and hoard of knowledge far beyond what normal mortal tongue can not understand or comprehend.
They do not fear. Yet mortals do. It is deep within them, the fear that they do not belong here. On the land they walk in. Walled in by giant corpses made of trees and stone, isolated by the choking canopy of the flora around them that robs of sunlight, woods where tooth, claw, hunger, magic and vengeance stalks silently for their next meal. Long before the four adventurers came to their land.
They are not evil, nor divine, they simply are.
Four came in, one came out, the world had been made anew and something had been freed…
Oh something, had been freed...
PLEDGE YOUR FEALTY
The following beings below are ones which has discovered Grimsby Grove and now attempt to use it's population for their own purposes. Only a select few know that they exist. The majority live in blissful ignorance of their existence...
While they do not know much about them, they do know one thing: they are always looking for new followers...
While they do not know much about them, they do know one thing: they are always looking for new followers...
The Black Swan It searches for houses abandoned to sing it's song. The melody itself haunts those who have heard it, it was perfect. It is perfection. It's body moves with the waves and the sound, calling to those who wish to dance to their domain. However what dance? No one knows. It is trapped in a house, with a single silver in the front... |
Lasagna Cat It was a curse of the Old World. You can ask for mercy, but you will not get it. Those who have seen this being stated that looking at it is like their soul was consumed and thrown up and then consumed again. Forever. A Sick joke, but no one's laughing. Death isn't the end. It seems to lay in a studio, filled with cats...and it smells of lasagna... |
He Who Sounds Hollow Hush, now. He has come now. His touch reaches the skies. Hide now, deep in the woods now. His light is too bright. It burns our eyes. Hide, now. Hide low, now. Hush now. He has come now. Hollowing out the skies. We can not fly now. For the light, will fade from our eyes. |
Arcadia (Let me introduce myself) Let out a sigh for another day the same as the last. If I find a way to change, if I step into the light Then I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to white Winning the game on my own Please, can I be, please can I be Colorful and free? I just got your messages Is that the most that you can dream or wanted to see? Tick- tock time is running out What are you doing now? Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real Did you get any kind of mystic message? Though both of us will die one day Though this life is useless anyway In a childish sort of reverie was us Overflowing full of happiness If you can feel the trace That is me calling out I've been watching you from the start |
Choir of Spores Endlessly searching for those it has lost, it softly roams. All those who have been touched by it have felt its sorrow, its pain. Yet somehow, there was warmth, there was comfort. What remains of those it seeks? What even are they? Roots have taken hold and somewhere in its midst, remnants of something that once existed stands. |