Thy Grimmchild Caretaker

The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.

The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.

(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)

(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)

@monomon--the--teacher

@i-chub-nom

@thygrimchildcaretaker

@dead-and-not

@soul-grand-master

@one-lone-tripod

What are you?

There's a moment where he lowers it, but raises it back up again

Why are you wearing the king's face?

One of you ladies knows what this thing is?

But, beyond the battlefield stood one armored maggot, eager to help. He slithers his way below the battling bugs, using his size to his advantage.

Then, he climbs up, walks through countless corridors with his mace clutched tight. Then, finally, he spots some friendly faces. And one unfriendly one just ripping itself out of the wall to attack the group.

We mustn't celebrate too soon, mine companions for thee still have quests to do...

I doubt such beast will leave us rest for long... make haste and make naught a mistake!

At thoust's acquaintance, Great Knight.

I bear no true name to thy form but come to cherish thine name of Caretaker for I care for thine Grimmchildren whom accompany thy quest.

Thou must allow one's companions to introduce thineselves with thy words than mine...

Mi......ghty.....Hegemol?!?

Hermes, grand.....Master of the Sanctum......of the scholars.......of Hallownest...

Thank you........for saving me...

"And no need to thank me, I'm just doing my duty. Now, what should we do now? Do you have a plan? I could probably try and disable the mechanisms of the City..."

Hermes then thinks of something, something a typical bad guy has.

Let's talk more later...

Hey, i just thought of something.

Is there prehaps a self-destruction system in this city?

Yeah there is but if you're planning to set that thing off I gotta warn you; we'll all die. You, us, your allies fightin' and every single slave and noble this place has. Kaboom.

If not, I gotta ask; why?

Just incase if it activates when your father dies

Yeah yeah stop yappin start moving; I don't wanna be here while that thing is skulking about. How bright can that fire of yours glow, kid?

Shan't call me child when thine age be much older than thou believes...

But, mine companions' flame be as bright as they wish it be. I merely command the fire spat from thy breasts should it need commandments...

*The Grimmchildren let out hissing chirps, seeming to make their own statements. They were more than capable of doing so, just would need a little bit of coaxing for their flames to truly be bright*

Thy flames need mere coaxing to achieve such desires... a coaxing only thou can make...

*The vessel held forward their staff, prompting their companions spit another ball of fire into the arc which would be then coaxed brighter*

The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.

The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.

(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)

(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)

@monomon--the--teacher

@i-chub-nom

@thygrimchildcaretaker

@dead-and-not

@soul-grand-master

@one-lone-tripod

What are you?

There's a moment where he lowers it, but raises it back up again

Why are you wearing the king's face?

One of you ladies knows what this thing is?

But, beyond the battlefield stood one armored maggot, eager to help. He slithers his way below the battling bugs, using his size to his advantage.

Then, he climbs up, walks through countless corridors with his mace clutched tight. Then, finally, he spots some friendly faces. And one unfriendly one just ripping itself out of the wall to attack the group.

We mustn't celebrate too soon, mine companions for thee still have quests to do...

I doubt such beast will leave us rest for long... make haste and make naught a mistake!

At thoust's acquaintance, Great Knight.

I bear no true name to thy form but come to cherish thine name of Caretaker for I care for thine Grimmchildren whom accompany thy quest.

Thou must allow one's companions to introduce thineselves with thy words than mine...

The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.

The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.

(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)

(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)

@monomon--the--teacher

@i-chub-nom

@thygrimchildcaretaker

@dead-and-not

@soul-grand-master

@one-lone-tripod

What are you?

There's a moment where he lowers it, but raises it back up again

Why are you wearing the king's face?

One of you ladies knows what this thing is?

But, beyond the battlefield stood one armored maggot, eager to help. He slithers his way below the battling bugs, using his size to his advantage.

Then, he climbs up, walks through countless corridors with his mace clutched tight. Then, finally, he spots some friendly faces. And one unfriendly one just ripping itself out of the wall to attack the group.

We mustn't celebrate too soon, mine companions for thee still have quests to do...

I doubt such beast will leave us rest for long... make haste and make naught a mistake!

The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.

The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.

(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)

(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)

@monomon--the--teacher

@i-chub-nom

@thygrimchildcaretaker

@dead-and-not

@soul-grand-master

@one-lone-tripod

*they just mumble, before side-eyeing the group*

I know a way we could get in, but... uh... outta curiosity, who here's the most durable?

May you need a distraction to infiltrate, my explosives could provide one. Just say the word.

*they state simply, pointing at the underbelly of the City whilst remaining sitting in place*

Have fun.

They practically hiss while smirking mischievously before the sphere initially just begins to levitate, then flies directly into the underside with the speed and predictably of a snake.

Hermes puts forth two pieces of something

Here is the bomb and the timer, by themselves they are useless, but if put together, then it will do some damage.

Just put it together, set timer and the explosion size and you will level a building.

Among the guards rushing over, two steelclad warriors jump from the outlook they had hidden away on. They land, dust spreading from the impact.

Well well, looks like him up on high was wrong after all, sis, seems someone does want his lil' pet back!

Should we tell them that bombing the city while their friends fight below it is a foolish thing to do that may see them crushed or do we direct their fury at the plasma cannons on the third tier?

Maybe we should command the forces to not stab 'em all to shit?

Perhaps we should, sister, after all, we art the princesses of this city, are we not?

*the masked one cocks her hip as her sister turns to face the fleeing guards. with a laugh in her voice, she addresses the support team*

The steel sisters would lead them through the heaps of soldiers to get through to the City.

Looks like it, and y'know kid, we could be whatever we damn wanted if not for that moth and his fuckin' dream bullshit, so, for now, we on the same side. And lucky for you, we know the way in. Follow or die.

*Emilia and Baptisia are able to lead those who wish to follow their lead through the heaving swaths of war, Baptisia shouting out commands to the Steel Legion as they flee. despite her failure, her... death even... she still holds sway over them but, with little incident, the two reach one of the legs of the city*

Up above, a canon rung off shots at its enemies. It's booming noises were deafening, and its fire flashed like thunder.

Objective one: destroy the canon.

If thoust wish thy noise to cease, make haste my companions and scorch thine mechanism... I shan't be far astray

*The two Grimmchildren seemed to take notice of the weakness and took off, hissing complaints about the noise but their Caretaker had a point. If they wished it to stop, they had to make it stop. The vessel carefully followed, utilizing the scarlet flames that burned in their companions' breasts to be of aid. Though, such state of this location proved uncertainty. The vessel had only ever encountered wild bugs, not massive metal constructs*

It sticks itself in the wanted spot, allowing barely a few seconds of silence before it blows up.)

The entrance was still usable and led into the underworks of the crippled city.

Why don't 'cha just set the bombs instead of, you know, actually makin' 'em go boom boom now?

*baptisia scoffs, hands on her hips*

The corridors were quiet and desolate, unexpected due to the war raging outside. One would think bugs would be running rampant throughout the dark hallways.

Tis strange... such silence is deafening... concerning...

Doth thou see where thy path need be?

I do kid, i do indeed

Hermes approaches the slaves

Come with me if you wish to live, i got others to help.

The slaves, not seeing any better options, approaches Hermes

Alright good, stick close to me.

I'll be back soon.

Hermes goes with the slaves to the camp

"Stay in the light. Beware the false shadows."

That is all they can muster.

Acquire access.

From intel by bugs that have visited the City of Steel before, there was a pair of elevators that led up into the core's control room. From there, they would be able to shut down the self-destruct feature in case things get dicey for the Steelwyrm.

But, the issue was that they had to find such a key. That became harder as they reach an area completely mauled. The walls were shredded, the floor ripped open like a pit of spikes.

To top that, there were noises coming from the ventilation system. Something was following them.

*emilia seems more wary than Baptisia, hushing her sister quickly and motioning for her to lay low as she listens to the clanking in the vents above her. this place is… concerning for many reasons. first of all, this does not look like damage from the initial attack the Whitewyrm flung out as a giant fuck you for what was done to him, she knows what soul damage looks like, and secondly whatever did this is strong. very strong. inconceivably strong. she does not like her chances…*

I don’t have my damned access key anymore…

Father will have disposed of our connections to his masterpiece regardless, thinking we art dead.

Of course… what now? I can’t even tell what part of the city we’re in.

They bare teeth at the two, yet seem unsure if they are friend or foe.

Um. Have any of you seen this thing before? Jellyfish thing? Have you?

Tis quite cute, sister, I would keep it as a pet and feed it lovely morsels like berries and sweetbreads~

...You're not getting a pet. Besides, it seems sentient. We are better than our shit dad, innit.

She didn't bring any of the Oomas here, leaving them in the camp to defend it just in case. Besides, to have them here would have been too dangerous. She does have her explosives, some of them strongly grasped while she eyes the place.)

We do not have time for this. Hopefully, we will find a way to access the heart of the city. A key...

Remain vigilant, this is too quiet.

I'm back now, those gentlemen there is currently being cared for by Gary and Philip, so they are good now...

Hey, what's that cute thing, and why is it covered in blood?

Wait, that thing did this?

Sister, perhaps we should stay more focused?

You are right, of couse.

*Emilia looks around her, looks up into the vents. the is a possibility that their group could crawl in the vents and scurry along to the core that was but she has no way of knowing the extent of the damage laying ahead. the matter of needing a key has yet to be resolved however, she doesn't doubt her father severed her and Baptisia's connection to the city when he had believed they had perished in the battle against that fucking moth. the core's overseer should have a key, or they could hack into the main console. or just dump water on it. both of those last options seem... risky*

We weren't the only ones with keys; as princesses of this city we could access anywhere we pleased save for our father's personal chambers and workshops. However, we don't got no keys or access no more; we failed, we got punished as needed. But! The overseer should have an access key, or you could just like. I dunno. Throw water on it? Maybe?

Art thoust be? My, what harmless beast tis be...

Remain vigilant, mine companions... such innocence may shield a danger thus witnesses shan't live to speak...

Hermes walks towards the console, places his hand on it and tries to use a spell that would fry it...

Hush, wait for the emergency lights to kick in...

...I don't think they will; this place is kinda a mess.

*Baptisia and Emilia kind of shuffle closer together, their eyes straining to see out into the dark, the shapes of the metal walls and melted console all they can really make out in such deep deep darkness. it is unsettling to say the very least...*

As they walk, the unease grew stronger and stronger, until every little noise was terrifying. In the vents, were those mites? Underneath the floor? Creaking came from underneath, as if something was holding on to the underside. Small scratches all around, the breathing of the ventilation sounding too organic. Everything was so eerie now, the silence the only comfort. Perhaps a rest in one of the rooms would be nice? But that is for the infiltration team to decide.

Be vigilant... I do not like this unease...

Watch backs and watch each other...

One's paranoia shan't be denied...

*The Caretaker stayed alert and on edge, their companions hissing softly*

The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.

The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.

(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)

(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)

@monomon--the--teacher

@i-chub-nom

@thygrimchildcaretaker

@dead-and-not

@soul-grand-master

@one-lone-tripod

*they just mumble, before side-eyeing the group*

I know a way we could get in, but... uh... outta curiosity, who here's the most durable?

May you need a distraction to infiltrate, my explosives could provide one. Just say the word.

*they state simply, pointing at the underbelly of the City whilst remaining sitting in place*

Have fun.

They practically hiss while smirking mischievously before the sphere initially just begins to levitate, then flies directly into the underside with the speed and predictably of a snake.

Hermes puts forth two pieces of something

Here is the bomb and the timer, by themselves they are useless, but if put together, then it will do some damage.

Just put it together, set timer and the explosion size and you will level a building.

Among the guards rushing over, two steelclad warriors jump from the outlook they had hidden away on. They land, dust spreading from the impact.

Well well, looks like him up on high was wrong after all, sis, seems someone does want his lil' pet back!

Should we tell them that bombing the city while their friends fight below it is a foolish thing to do that may see them crushed or do we direct their fury at the plasma cannons on the third tier?

Maybe we should command the forces to not stab 'em all to shit?

Perhaps we should, sister, after all, we art the princesses of this city, are we not?

*the masked one cocks her hip as her sister turns to face the fleeing guards. with a laugh in her voice, she addresses the support team*

The steel sisters would lead them through the heaps of soldiers to get through to the City.

Looks like it, and y'know kid, we could be whatever we damn wanted if not for that moth and his fuckin' dream bullshit, so, for now, we on the same side. And lucky for you, we know the way in. Follow or die.

*Emilia and Baptisia are able to lead those who wish to follow their lead through the heaving swaths of war, Baptisia shouting out commands to the Steel Legion as they flee. despite her failure, her... death even... she still holds sway over them but, with little incident, the two reach one of the legs of the city*

Up above, a canon rung off shots at its enemies. It's booming noises were deafening, and its fire flashed like thunder.

Objective one: destroy the canon.

If thoust wish thy noise to cease, make haste my companions and scorch thine mechanism... I shan't be far astray

*The two Grimmchildren seemed to take notice of the weakness and took off, hissing complaints about the noise but their Caretaker had a point. If they wished it to stop, they had to make it stop. The vessel carefully followed, utilizing the scarlet flames that burned in their companions' breasts to be of aid. Though, such state of this location proved uncertainty. The vessel had only ever encountered wild bugs, not massive metal constructs*

It sticks itself in the wanted spot, allowing barely a few seconds of silence before it blows up.)

The entrance was still usable and led into the underworks of the crippled city.

Why don't 'cha just set the bombs instead of, you know, actually makin' 'em go boom boom now?

*baptisia scoffs, hands on her hips*

The corridors were quiet and desolate, unexpected due to the war raging outside. One would think bugs would be running rampant throughout the dark hallways.

Tis strange... such silence is deafening... concerning...

Doth thou see where thy path need be?

I do kid, i do indeed

Hermes approaches the slaves

Come with me if you wish to live, i got others to help.

The slaves, not seeing any better options, approaches Hermes

Alright good, stick close to me.

I'll be back soon.

Hermes goes with the slaves to the camp

"Stay in the light. Beware the false shadows."

That is all they can muster.

Acquire access.

From intel by bugs that have visited the City of Steel before, there was a pair of elevators that led up into the core's control room. From there, they would be able to shut down the self-destruct feature in case things get dicey for the Steelwyrm.

But, the issue was that they had to find such a key. That became harder as they reach an area completely mauled. The walls were shredded, the floor ripped open like a pit of spikes.

To top that, there were noises coming from the ventilation system. Something was following them.

*emilia seems more wary than Baptisia, hushing her sister quickly and motioning for her to lay low as she listens to the clanking in the vents above her. this place is… concerning for many reasons. first of all, this does not look like damage from the initial attack the Whitewyrm flung out as a giant fuck you for what was done to him, she knows what soul damage looks like, and secondly whatever did this is strong. very strong. inconceivably strong. she does not like her chances…*

I don’t have my damned access key anymore…

Father will have disposed of our connections to his masterpiece regardless, thinking we art dead.

Of course… what now? I can’t even tell what part of the city we’re in.

They bare teeth at the two, yet seem unsure if they are friend or foe.

Um. Have any of you seen this thing before? Jellyfish thing? Have you?

Tis quite cute, sister, I would keep it as a pet and feed it lovely morsels like berries and sweetbreads~

...You're not getting a pet. Besides, it seems sentient. We are better than our shit dad, innit.

She didn't bring any of the Oomas here, leaving them in the camp to defend it just in case. Besides, to have them here would have been too dangerous. She does have her explosives, some of them strongly grasped while she eyes the place.)

We do not have time for this. Hopefully, we will find a way to access the heart of the city. A key...

Remain vigilant, this is too quiet.

I'm back now, those gentlemen there is currently being cared for by Gary and Philip, so they are good now...

Hey, what's that cute thing, and why is it covered in blood?

Wait, that thing did this?

Sister, perhaps we should stay more focused?

You are right, of couse.

*Emilia looks around her, looks up into the vents. the is a possibility that their group could crawl in the vents and scurry along to the core that was but she has no way of knowing the extent of the damage laying ahead. the matter of needing a key has yet to be resolved however, she doesn't doubt her father severed her and Baptisia's connection to the city when he had believed they had perished in the battle against that fucking moth. the core's overseer should have a key, or they could hack into the main console. or just dump water on it. both of those last options seem... risky*

We weren't the only ones with keys; as princesses of this city we could access anywhere we pleased save for our father's personal chambers and workshops. However, we don't got no keys or access no more; we failed, we got punished as needed. But! The overseer should have an access key, or you could just like. I dunno. Throw water on it? Maybe?

Art thoust be? My, what harmless beast tis be...

Remain vigilant, mine companions... such innocence may shield a danger thus witnesses shan't live to speak...

The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.

The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.

(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)

(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)

@monomon--the--teacher

@i-chub-nom

@thygrimchildcaretaker

@dead-and-not

@soul-grand-master

@one-lone-tripod

*they just mumble, before side-eyeing the group*

I know a way we could get in, but... uh... outta curiosity, who here's the most durable?

May you need a distraction to infiltrate, my explosives could provide one. Just say the word.

*they state simply, pointing at the underbelly of the City whilst remaining sitting in place*

Have fun.

They practically hiss while smirking mischievously before the sphere initially just begins to levitate, then flies directly into the underside with the speed and predictably of a snake.

Hermes puts forth two pieces of something

Here is the bomb and the timer, by themselves they are useless, but if put together, then it will do some damage.

Just put it together, set timer and the explosion size and you will level a building.

Among the guards rushing over, two steelclad warriors jump from the outlook they had hidden away on. They land, dust spreading from the impact.

Well well, looks like him up on high was wrong after all, sis, seems someone does want his lil' pet back!

Should we tell them that bombing the city while their friends fight below it is a foolish thing to do that may see them crushed or do we direct their fury at the plasma cannons on the third tier?

Maybe we should command the forces to not stab 'em all to shit?

Perhaps we should, sister, after all, we art the princesses of this city, are we not?

*the masked one cocks her hip as her sister turns to face the fleeing guards. with a laugh in her voice, she addresses the support team*

The steel sisters would lead them through the heaps of soldiers to get through to the City.

Looks like it, and y'know kid, we could be whatever we damn wanted if not for that moth and his fuckin' dream bullshit, so, for now, we on the same side. And lucky for you, we know the way in. Follow or die.

*Emilia and Baptisia are able to lead those who wish to follow their lead through the heaving swaths of war, Baptisia shouting out commands to the Steel Legion as they flee. despite her failure, her... death even... she still holds sway over them but, with little incident, the two reach one of the legs of the city*

Up above, a canon rung off shots at its enemies. It's booming noises were deafening, and its fire flashed like thunder.

Objective one: destroy the canon.

If thoust wish thy noise to cease, make haste my companions and scorch thine mechanism... I shan't be far astray

*The two Grimmchildren seemed to take notice of the weakness and took off, hissing complaints about the noise but their Caretaker had a point. If they wished it to stop, they had to make it stop. The vessel carefully followed, utilizing the scarlet flames that burned in their companions' breasts to be of aid. Though, such state of this location proved uncertainty. The vessel had only ever encountered wild bugs, not massive metal constructs*

It sticks itself in the wanted spot, allowing barely a few seconds of silence before it blows up.)

The entrance was still usable and led into the underworks of the crippled city.

Why don't 'cha just set the bombs instead of, you know, actually makin' 'em go boom boom now?

*baptisia scoffs, hands on her hips*

The corridors were quiet and desolate, unexpected due to the war raging outside. One would think bugs would be running rampant throughout the dark hallways.

Tis strange... such silence is deafening... concerning...

Doth thou see where thy path need be?

The City of Steel loomed over the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers from both sides keeping each other occupied while the main team fought its way towards the entrance.

The support team: tasked with demolition and sabotage, prepared for entrance.

(This experience is quite free, though we tag whoever we wish goes after us. I will jump in every third reblog with information, or every other reblog once things kick off. Let's see how it goes!)

(Here, you may talk before the mission begins after the fights begin. My apologies.)

@monomon--the--teacher

@i-chub-nom

@thygrimchildcaretaker

@dead-and-not

@soul-grand-master

@one-lone-tripod

*they just mumble, before side-eyeing the group*

I know a way we could get in, but... uh... outta curiosity, who here's the most durable?

May you need a distraction to infiltrate, my explosives could provide one. Just say the word.

*they state simply, pointing at the underbelly of the City whilst remaining sitting in place*

Have fun.

They practically hiss while smirking mischievously before the sphere initially just begins to levitate, then flies directly into the underside with the speed and predictably of a snake.

Hermes puts forth two pieces of something

Here is the bomb and the timer, by themselves they are useless, but if put together, then it will do some damage.

Just put it together, set timer and the explosion size and you will level a building.

Among the guards rushing over, two steelclad warriors jump from the outlook they had hidden away on. They land, dust spreading from the impact.

Well well, looks like him up on high was wrong after all, sis, seems someone does want his lil' pet back!

Should we tell them that bombing the city while their friends fight below it is a foolish thing to do that may see them crushed or do we direct their fury at the plasma cannons on the third tier?

Maybe we should command the forces to not stab 'em all to shit?

Perhaps we should, sister, after all, we art the princesses of this city, are we not?

*the masked one cocks her hip as her sister turns to face the fleeing guards. with a laugh in her voice, she addresses the support team*

The steel sisters would lead them through the heaps of soldiers to get through to the City.

Looks like it, and y'know kid, we could be whatever we damn wanted if not for that moth and his fuckin' dream bullshit, so, for now, we on the same side. And lucky for you, we know the way in. Follow or die.

*Emilia and Baptisia are able to lead those who wish to follow their lead through the heaving swaths of war, Baptisia shouting out commands to the Steel Legion as they flee. despite her failure, her... death even... she still holds sway over them but, with little incident, the two reach one of the legs of the city*

Up above, a canon rung off shots at its enemies. It's booming noises were deafening, and its fire flashed like thunder.

Objective one: destroy the canon.

If thoust wish thy noise to cease, make haste my companions and scorch thine mechanism... I shan't be far astray

*The two Grimmchildren seemed to take notice of the weakness and took off, hissing complaints about the noise but their Caretaker had a point. If they wished it to stop, they had to make it stop. The vessel carefully followed, utilizing the scarlet flames that burned in their companions' breasts to be of aid. Though, such state of this location proved uncertainty. The vessel had only ever encountered wild bugs, not massive metal constructs*

Make haste, my dear companions... for I know naught of these lands nor its dangers...

Lest us waste follies spent without caution...

*The vessel beckoned their sleepy companions to keep up, lest something decides to take one of the Grimmchildren for a snack though they would be mistaken for such fire they held within their small breasts. The trio wandered around, seemingly lost in this land and no doubt could fall into concerning traps or face enemies unknown*

>> @thygrimchildcaretaker

Volca is practicing her newest dance routine when she sees some faces that are familiar, yet not so. She stops dancing and flies to the group to say hello. She is confused seeing two Grimmchildren in the same place, but does not question it. Instead, she smiles and waves.

Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen any of you before, but you all look very familiar! Are you from the Grimm Troupe, perchance?

Oh... My apologies... You hath frightened I, and I must excuse myself for such loss of composure...

I will admit that thine am from the Grimm Troupe, art thou as well? Thine colors seem to suggest such but alas, I mustn't take assumptions to heart...

Her smile widens when the vessel says they are from the Grimm Troupe.

YES! I, too, am from the Grimm Troupe! It’s great to see a fellow member of the troupe here!

Volca listens as the vessel asks her about Pharloom.

I hold concern that this land be more... hostile than the barren scapes of home... Alas, this "Pharloom" doth hold more vibrancy than of Hallownest...

*The two Grimmchildren let out soft hisses, as if complaining that they could handle themselves just fine though the vessel casted them a disproving glance and they lightly shook their head with a sigh*

*The Grimmchildren seemed to agree to a degree, both landing on the vessel's staff and head, seeming to understand their caretaker's concern for them. Though the vessel would never admit it out loud, they thought of these Grimmchildren as family. Thought of the Troupe as family even*

*The two Grimmchildren in question let out hisses from their respective locations. They both seemed to be fairly compliant to the Caretaker's requests and well mannered though, of course, they had their choices to be rebellious*

She looks at both Grimmchildren hissing, and laughs a little.

*The two creatures looked like they had no regrets with the enjoyment of scorching whatever small creature they came across. In fact, they almost looked smug about it... if their little faces could even convey such expression...*

Such little critters once endangered ourselves with singing a rather broody and large vengefly once... I had to beat thine beast with nothing more than mine staff and the fire spat from their breasts... Nevertheless, the beast made for a nice meal afterword... after some scolding...

Pfffff! They seem quite proud of themselves for that scorching.

She then looks back at the Caretaker as they recall the story of the angered vengefly. Her eyes widen.

Oh dear! That’s quite frightening! I had once unknowingly stumbled across a home of several vengeflies, and needless to say…

Volca cringes as she awkwardly recounts the story.

They did not take too kindly to my presence. Never again-

I would hope the vengefly meal made for an especially delicious meal, though, given how dangerous that fight was.

She smiles.

I bet those two definitely enjoyed the food, though!

*The duo let out a hiss, seeming to agree with their Caretaker's statement. They didn't seem to have much regret inciting that fight either, though they did have some regrets for nearly making said Caretaker vengefly food....*

Thine beasts certainly enjoyed such a meal, and I daresay it twas steady practice for mineself...

Yes, the aspids can be quite…

She laughs awkwardly.

*The vessel let out a sigh as they nodded in agreement to Volca's admittance*

Volca then perks up, ready to travel.

*The Caretaker nodded and started to walk, the grimmchildren taking wing and followed the vessel obediently with curious hisses*

And may this travel be as safe as it can be.

Volca rests her claw on some moss.

*The Grimmchildren went forward to investigate the moss, immediately started rolling around in the moss and purring loudly. They certainly liked it considering that they were stretching out on the moss and purring*

Mayhaps it'd be of good to pocket some of this moss? If thine companions enjoy it so dearly...

*Caretaker had caught themselves brushing the moss with voided limbs, strangely enamored with how something could bear such softness in such naturality as moss... They enjoyed the feeling... Surely the Troupe could benefit from moss like this... of course, the presence of fire could prove difficult for if this moss was particularly flammable...*

I dare inquire, Volca of the Troupe, have thoust explored these lands much prior my landing?

I have not seen too much yet. So far, I had mainly stayed close to the settlement in… “Bone Bottom”, I think it is called? Not too far from there is a rather boiling cave full of lava which I have yet to explore much of.

Mayhaps the locals could impart some knowledge of these lands for such newcomers?

*The Caretaker paused for a moment, before nodding*

*The two grimmchildren slept for a little while longer before eventually waking from their naps and stretched their little wings with a big yawn. The duo took wing and explored about, scaring small critters and scorching the small flying bugs that they occasionally found. Fuzzy green worm like creatures were found as well, small spikes hiding amongst their fur like a hidden defence*

I hope both of you had a good nap!

She watches the two burning and scaring away the small bugs.

Well they for sure seem well-rested, which is good!

To awake so well rested is enjoyable yet... hard to acquire...

*The two Grimmchildren let out curious hisses, looking around for more of that unusual green furred grub like creature, torching whatever else they found, though physically chasing the fluttering bugs was more entertaining than simply torching them*

Volca tilts her head curiously.

*The Caretaker hopped up onto a ledge, a pair of ethereal looking white wings seemingly unfurling mid jump and flapped once, providing a little boost that aided the vessel in reaching the ledge with relative ease. Those wings, ethereal as they looked, vanished as quickly as they had appeared once the Caretaker had landed safely*

Make haste, my dear companions... for I know naught of these lands nor its dangers...

Lest us waste follies spent without caution...

*The vessel beckoned their sleepy companions to keep up, lest something decides to take one of the Grimmchildren for a snack though they would be mistaken for such fire they held within their small breasts. The trio wandered around, seemingly lost in this land and no doubt could fall into concerning traps or face enemies unknown*

>> @thygrimchildcaretaker

Volca is practicing her newest dance routine when she sees some faces that are familiar, yet not so. She stops dancing and flies to the group to say hello. She is confused seeing two Grimmchildren in the same place, but does not question it. Instead, she smiles and waves.

Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen any of you before, but you all look very familiar! Are you from the Grimm Troupe, perchance?

Oh... My apologies... You hath frightened I, and I must excuse myself for such loss of composure...

I will admit that thine am from the Grimm Troupe, art thou as well? Thine colors seem to suggest such but alas, I mustn't take assumptions to heart...

Her smile widens when the vessel says they are from the Grimm Troupe.

YES! I, too, am from the Grimm Troupe! It’s great to see a fellow member of the troupe here!

Volca listens as the vessel asks her about Pharloom.

I hold concern that this land be more... hostile than the barren scapes of home... Alas, this "Pharloom" doth hold more vibrancy than of Hallownest...

*The two Grimmchildren let out soft hisses, as if complaining that they could handle themselves just fine though the vessel casted them a disproving glance and they lightly shook their head with a sigh*

*The Grimmchildren seemed to agree to a degree, both landing on the vessel's staff and head, seeming to understand their caretaker's concern for them. Though the vessel would never admit it out loud, they thought of these Grimmchildren as family. Thought of the Troupe as family even*

*The two Grimmchildren in question let out hisses from their respective locations. They both seemed to be fairly compliant to the Caretaker's requests and well mannered though, of course, they had their choices to be rebellious*

She looks at both Grimmchildren hissing, and laughs a little.

*The two creatures looked like they had no regrets with the enjoyment of scorching whatever small creature they came across. In fact, they almost looked smug about it... if their little faces could even convey such expression...*

Such little critters once endangered ourselves with singing a rather broody and large vengefly once... I had to beat thine beast with nothing more than mine staff and the fire spat from their breasts... Nevertheless, the beast made for a nice meal afterword... after some scolding...

Pfffff! They seem quite proud of themselves for that scorching.

She then looks back at the Caretaker as they recall the story of the angered vengefly. Her eyes widen.

Oh dear! That’s quite frightening! I had once unknowingly stumbled across a home of several vengeflies, and needless to say…

Volca cringes as she awkwardly recounts the story.

They did not take too kindly to my presence. Never again-

I would hope the vengefly meal made for an especially delicious meal, though, given how dangerous that fight was.

She smiles.

I bet those two definitely enjoyed the food, though!

*The duo let out a hiss, seeming to agree with their Caretaker's statement. They didn't seem to have much regret inciting that fight either, though they did have some regrets for nearly making said Caretaker vengefly food....*

Thine beasts certainly enjoyed such a meal, and I daresay it twas steady practice for mineself...

Yes, the aspids can be quite…

She laughs awkwardly.

*The vessel let out a sigh as they nodded in agreement to Volca's admittance*

Volca then perks up, ready to travel.

*The Caretaker nodded and started to walk, the grimmchildren taking wing and followed the vessel obediently with curious hisses*

And may this travel be as safe as it can be.

Volca rests her claw on some moss.

*The Grimmchildren went forward to investigate the moss, immediately started rolling around in the moss and purring loudly. They certainly liked it considering that they were stretching out on the moss and purring*

Mayhaps it'd be of good to pocket some of this moss? If thine companions enjoy it so dearly...

*Caretaker had caught themselves brushing the moss with voided limbs, strangely enamored with how something could bear such softness in such naturality as moss... They enjoyed the feeling... Surely the Troupe could benefit from moss like this... of course, the presence of fire could prove difficult for if this moss was particularly flammable...*

I dare inquire, Volca of the Troupe, have thoust explored these lands much prior my landing?

I have not seen too much yet. So far, I had mainly stayed close to the settlement in… “Bone Bottom”, I think it is called? Not too far from there is a rather boiling cave full of lava which I have yet to explore much of.

Mayhaps the locals could impart some knowledge of these lands for such newcomers?

*The Caretaker paused for a moment, before nodding*

*The two grimmchildren slept for a little while longer before eventually waking from their naps and stretched their little wings with a big yawn. The duo took wing and explored about, scaring small critters and scorching the small flying bugs that they occasionally found. Fuzzy green worm like creatures were found as well, small spikes hiding amongst their fur like a hidden defence*

I hope both of you had a good nap!

She watches the two burning and scaring away the small bugs.

Well they for sure seem well-rested, which is good!

To awake so well rested is enjoyable yet... hard to acquire...

*The two Grimmchildren let out curious hisses, looking around for more of that unusual green furred grub like creature, torching whatever else they found, though physically chasing the fluttering bugs was more entertaining than simply torching them*

Make haste, my dear companions... for I know naught of these lands nor its dangers...

Lest us waste follies spent without caution...

*The vessel beckoned their sleepy companions to keep up, lest something decides to take one of the Grimmchildren for a snack though they would be mistaken for such fire they held within their small breasts. The trio wandered around, seemingly lost in this land and no doubt could fall into concerning traps or face enemies unknown*

>> @thygrimchildcaretaker

Volca is practicing her newest dance routine when she sees some faces that are familiar, yet not so. She stops dancing and flies to the group to say hello. She is confused seeing two Grimmchildren in the same place, but does not question it. Instead, she smiles and waves.

Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen any of you before, but you all look very familiar! Are you from the Grimm Troupe, perchance?

Oh... My apologies... You hath frightened I, and I must excuse myself for such loss of composure...

I will admit that thine am from the Grimm Troupe, art thou as well? Thine colors seem to suggest such but alas, I mustn't take assumptions to heart...

Her smile widens when the vessel says they are from the Grimm Troupe.

YES! I, too, am from the Grimm Troupe! It’s great to see a fellow member of the troupe here!

Volca listens as the vessel asks her about Pharloom.

I hold concern that this land be more... hostile than the barren scapes of home... Alas, this "Pharloom" doth hold more vibrancy than of Hallownest...

*The two Grimmchildren let out soft hisses, as if complaining that they could handle themselves just fine though the vessel casted them a disproving glance and they lightly shook their head with a sigh*

*The Grimmchildren seemed to agree to a degree, both landing on the vessel's staff and head, seeming to understand their caretaker's concern for them. Though the vessel would never admit it out loud, they thought of these Grimmchildren as family. Thought of the Troupe as family even*

*The two Grimmchildren in question let out hisses from their respective locations. They both seemed to be fairly compliant to the Caretaker's requests and well mannered though, of course, they had their choices to be rebellious*

She looks at both Grimmchildren hissing, and laughs a little.

*The two creatures looked like they had no regrets with the enjoyment of scorching whatever small creature they came across. In fact, they almost looked smug about it... if their little faces could even convey such expression...*

Such little critters once endangered ourselves with singing a rather broody and large vengefly once... I had to beat thine beast with nothing more than mine staff and the fire spat from their breasts... Nevertheless, the beast made for a nice meal afterword... after some scolding...

Pfffff! They seem quite proud of themselves for that scorching.

She then looks back at the Caretaker as they recall the story of the angered vengefly. Her eyes widen.

Oh dear! That’s quite frightening! I had once unknowingly stumbled across a home of several vengeflies, and needless to say…

Volca cringes as she awkwardly recounts the story.

They did not take too kindly to my presence. Never again-

I would hope the vengefly meal made for an especially delicious meal, though, given how dangerous that fight was.

She smiles.

I bet those two definitely enjoyed the food, though!

*The duo let out a hiss, seeming to agree with their Caretaker's statement. They didn't seem to have much regret inciting that fight either, though they did have some regrets for nearly making said Caretaker vengefly food....*

Thine beasts certainly enjoyed such a meal, and I daresay it twas steady practice for mineself...

Yes, the aspids can be quite…

She laughs awkwardly.

*The vessel let out a sigh as they nodded in agreement to Volca's admittance*

Volca then perks up, ready to travel.

*The Caretaker nodded and started to walk, the grimmchildren taking wing and followed the vessel obediently with curious hisses*

And may this travel be as safe as it can be.

Volca rests her claw on some moss.

*The Grimmchildren went forward to investigate the moss, immediately started rolling around in the moss and purring loudly. They certainly liked it considering that they were stretching out on the moss and purring*

Mayhaps it'd be of good to pocket some of this moss? If thine companions enjoy it so dearly...

*Caretaker had caught themselves brushing the moss with voided limbs, strangely enamored with how something could bear such softness in such naturality as moss... They enjoyed the feeling... Surely the Troupe could benefit from moss like this... of course, the presence of fire could prove difficult for if this moss was particularly flammable...*

I dare inquire, Volca of the Troupe, have thoust explored these lands much prior my landing?

I have not seen too much yet. So far, I had mainly stayed close to the settlement in… “Bone Bottom”, I think it is called? Not too far from there is a rather boiling cave full of lava which I have yet to explore much of.

Mayhaps the locals could impart some knowledge of these lands for such newcomers?

*The Caretaker paused for a moment, before nodding*

*The two grimmchildren slept for a little while longer before eventually waking from their naps and stretched their little wings with a big yawn. The duo took wing and explored about, scaring small critters and scorching the small flying bugs that they occasionally found. Fuzzy green worm like creatures were found as well, small spikes hiding amongst their fur like a hidden defence*

Make haste, my dear companions... for I know naught of these lands nor its dangers...

Lest us waste follies spent without caution...

*The vessel beckoned their sleepy companions to keep up, lest something decides to take one of the Grimmchildren for a snack though they would be mistaken for such fire they held within their small breasts. The trio wandered around, seemingly lost in this land and no doubt could fall into concerning traps or face enemies unknown*

>> @thygrimchildcaretaker

Volca is practicing her newest dance routine when she sees some faces that are familiar, yet not so. She stops dancing and flies to the group to say hello. She is confused seeing two Grimmchildren in the same place, but does not question it. Instead, she smiles and waves.

Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen any of you before, but you all look very familiar! Are you from the Grimm Troupe, perchance?

Oh... My apologies... You hath frightened I, and I must excuse myself for such loss of composure...

I will admit that thine am from the Grimm Troupe, art thou as well? Thine colors seem to suggest such but alas, I mustn't take assumptions to heart...

Her smile widens when the vessel says they are from the Grimm Troupe.

YES! I, too, am from the Grimm Troupe! It’s great to see a fellow member of the troupe here!

Volca listens as the vessel asks her about Pharloom.

I hold concern that this land be more... hostile than the barren scapes of home... Alas, this "Pharloom" doth hold more vibrancy than of Hallownest...

*The two Grimmchildren let out soft hisses, as if complaining that they could handle themselves just fine though the vessel casted them a disproving glance and they lightly shook their head with a sigh*

*The Grimmchildren seemed to agree to a degree, both landing on the vessel's staff and head, seeming to understand their caretaker's concern for them. Though the vessel would never admit it out loud, they thought of these Grimmchildren as family. Thought of the Troupe as family even*

*The two Grimmchildren in question let out hisses from their respective locations. They both seemed to be fairly compliant to the Caretaker's requests and well mannered though, of course, they had their choices to be rebellious*

She looks at both Grimmchildren hissing, and laughs a little.

*The two creatures looked like they had no regrets with the enjoyment of scorching whatever small creature they came across. In fact, they almost looked smug about it... if their little faces could even convey such expression...*

Such little critters once endangered ourselves with singing a rather broody and large vengefly once... I had to beat thine beast with nothing more than mine staff and the fire spat from their breasts... Nevertheless, the beast made for a nice meal afterword... after some scolding...

Pfffff! They seem quite proud of themselves for that scorching.

She then looks back at the Caretaker as they recall the story of the angered vengefly. Her eyes widen.

Oh dear! That’s quite frightening! I had once unknowingly stumbled across a home of several vengeflies, and needless to say…

Volca cringes as she awkwardly recounts the story.

They did not take too kindly to my presence. Never again-

I would hope the vengefly meal made for an especially delicious meal, though, given how dangerous that fight was.

She smiles.

I bet those two definitely enjoyed the food, though!

*The duo let out a hiss, seeming to agree with their Caretaker's statement. They didn't seem to have much regret inciting that fight either, though they did have some regrets for nearly making said Caretaker vengefly food....*

Thine beasts certainly enjoyed such a meal, and I daresay it twas steady practice for mineself...

Yes, the aspids can be quite…

She laughs awkwardly.

*The vessel let out a sigh as they nodded in agreement to Volca's admittance*

Volca then perks up, ready to travel.

*The Caretaker nodded and started to walk, the grimmchildren taking wing and followed the vessel obediently with curious hisses*

And may this travel be as safe as it can be.

Volca rests her claw on some moss.

*The Grimmchildren went forward to investigate the moss, immediately started rolling around in the moss and purring loudly. They certainly liked it considering that they were stretching out on the moss and purring*

Mayhaps it'd be of good to pocket some of this moss? If thine companions enjoy it so dearly...

*Caretaker had caught themselves brushing the moss with voided limbs, strangely enamored with how something could bear such softness in such naturality as moss... They enjoyed the feeling... Surely the Troupe could benefit from moss like this... of course, the presence of fire could prove difficult for if this moss was particularly flammable...*

I dare inquire, Volca of the Troupe, have thoust explored these lands much prior my landing?

I have not seen too much yet. So far, I had mainly stayed close to the settlement in… “Bone Bottom”, I think it is called? Not too far from there is a rather boiling cave full of lava which I have yet to explore much of.

Mayhaps the locals could impart some knowledge of these lands for such newcomers?

*The Caretaker paused for a moment, before nodding*

Make haste, my dear companions... for I know naught of these lands nor its dangers...

Lest us waste follies spent without caution...

*The vessel beckoned their sleepy companions to keep up, lest something decides to take one of the Grimmchildren for a snack though they would be mistaken for such fire they held within their small breasts. The trio wandered around, seemingly lost in this land and no doubt could fall into concerning traps or face enemies unknown*

>> @thygrimchildcaretaker

Volca is practicing her newest dance routine when she sees some faces that are familiar, yet not so. She stops dancing and flies to the group to say hello. She is confused seeing two Grimmchildren in the same place, but does not question it. Instead, she smiles and waves.

Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen any of you before, but you all look very familiar! Are you from the Grimm Troupe, perchance?

Oh... My apologies... You hath frightened I, and I must excuse myself for such loss of composure...

I will admit that thine am from the Grimm Troupe, art thou as well? Thine colors seem to suggest such but alas, I mustn't take assumptions to heart...

Her smile widens when the vessel says they are from the Grimm Troupe.

YES! I, too, am from the Grimm Troupe! It’s great to see a fellow member of the troupe here!

Volca listens as the vessel asks her about Pharloom.

I hold concern that this land be more... hostile than the barren scapes of home... Alas, this "Pharloom" doth hold more vibrancy than of Hallownest...

*The two Grimmchildren let out soft hisses, as if complaining that they could handle themselves just fine though the vessel casted them a disproving glance and they lightly shook their head with a sigh*

*The Grimmchildren seemed to agree to a degree, both landing on the vessel's staff and head, seeming to understand their caretaker's concern for them. Though the vessel would never admit it out loud, they thought of these Grimmchildren as family. Thought of the Troupe as family even*

*The two Grimmchildren in question let out hisses from their respective locations. They both seemed to be fairly compliant to the Caretaker's requests and well mannered though, of course, they had their choices to be rebellious*

She looks at both Grimmchildren hissing, and laughs a little.

*The two creatures looked like they had no regrets with the enjoyment of scorching whatever small creature they came across. In fact, they almost looked smug about it... if their little faces could even convey such expression...*

Such little critters once endangered ourselves with singing a rather broody and large vengefly once... I had to beat thine beast with nothing more than mine staff and the fire spat from their breasts... Nevertheless, the beast made for a nice meal afterword... after some scolding...

Pfffff! They seem quite proud of themselves for that scorching.

She then looks back at the Caretaker as they recall the story of the angered vengefly. Her eyes widen.

Oh dear! That’s quite frightening! I had once unknowingly stumbled across a home of several vengeflies, and needless to say…

Volca cringes as she awkwardly recounts the story.

They did not take too kindly to my presence. Never again-

I would hope the vengefly meal made for an especially delicious meal, though, given how dangerous that fight was.

She smiles.

I bet those two definitely enjoyed the food, though!

*The duo let out a hiss, seeming to agree with their Caretaker's statement. They didn't seem to have much regret inciting that fight either, though they did have some regrets for nearly making said Caretaker vengefly food....*

Thine beasts certainly enjoyed such a meal, and I daresay it twas steady practice for mineself...

Yes, the aspids can be quite…

She laughs awkwardly.

*The vessel let out a sigh as they nodded in agreement to Volca's admittance*

Volca then perks up, ready to travel.

*The Caretaker nodded and started to walk, the grimmchildren taking wing and followed the vessel obediently with curious hisses*

And may this travel be as safe as it can be.

Volca rests her claw on some moss.

*The Grimmchildren went forward to investigate the moss, immediately started rolling around in the moss and purring loudly. They certainly liked it considering that they were stretching out on the moss and purring*

Mayhaps it'd be of good to pocket some of this moss? If thine companions enjoy it so dearly...

*Caretaker had caught themselves brushing the moss with voided limbs, strangely enamored with how something could bear such softness in such naturality as moss... They enjoyed the feeling... Surely the Troupe could benefit from moss like this... of course, the presence of fire could prove difficult for if this moss was particularly flammable...*

I dare inquire, Volca of the Troupe, have thoust explored these lands much prior my landing?

Make haste, my dear companions... for I know naught of these lands nor its dangers...

Lest us waste follies spent without caution...

*The vessel beckoned their sleepy companions to keep up, lest something decides to take one of the Grimmchildren for a snack though they would be mistaken for such fire they held within their small breasts. The trio wandered around, seemingly lost in this land and no doubt could fall into concerning traps or face enemies unknown*

>> @thygrimchildcaretaker

Volca is practicing her newest dance routine when she sees some faces that are familiar, yet not so. She stops dancing and flies to the group to say hello. She is confused seeing two Grimmchildren in the same place, but does not question it. Instead, she smiles and waves.

Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen any of you before, but you all look very familiar! Are you from the Grimm Troupe, perchance?