Last Knight of the Vigil

*Lays down four pots of stew, of varying sizes*

I wonder if my beloved has arrived too... From what I remember he left before me to see the festivities early... @themintprince

I wonder if I would see other rulers there...

Secondly, we call for @watcher-at-the-edge to supply this great feast with the mighty dishes of Karak.

We would enjoy staying around for the festivities, but there is much work to be done back in Karak.

With the permission of my king, I will remain briefly for the feast, but the duty of a watcher comes first, if necessary.

Below here is where the map says the dam lies... Very well then, I will dive deep beneath these waters and crush the dam.

PHANTOM! GREATEST ORGANIST OF OUR AGE AND WALKING REPRESENTATION OF GODS’ CRUELTY!

*No, apparently.*

*The Muckroach gets up, body shaking with pure boiling Rage.*

*it makes no sound. It just leaves.*

*Ventrica's zero hour has begun.*

*For Phantoms' Name.*

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OOC: Ventrica Fucked Up. Badly.

No longer will we tolerate a parasite atop our lands.

No longer will they get their way.

Long enough have I watched without purpose. Long enough have I tolerated idly. Long enough have I decayed. I will show them the strength that they ignored.

It is their duty to guard the kingdom's edge until their demise.

We here at Ventricorp are proud to announce the opening of our new lines. After days of tireless work from our team of workers, two new lines are now open to the public.

Our first line connects the great Forest of Shellwood directly to the Gilded Citadel up above, allowing those a faster way to complete their pilgrimage.

This is our longest, and most modern, line so far. Our second line now connects the vacant Exhaust Organ and the rest of Bilewater directly to the Grand Bellway Station. Bugs from all over Pharloom can now commute by passing by this ruin of another age that is the Organ of the Citadel.

We would like to thank our workers, who sacrifice their shells to the task, as well as the Weaver Council for the funding needed for this expansion.

Thank you for your time, and we hope you have a pleasant day of traveling the new lines.

Glory to Pharloom Eternal, and Ventricorp, ever-serving of the Gilded City.

Perhaps I ought to take up their crusade against your workers. Maybe then you ought to understand, the sacredness of death and the hallowed vigil of mourning. But the Citadel would never understand it would they...

*...It's too quiet. There's no more music. There's no one at the vacant organ chair to greet upon waking up. To look forward to seeing.*

*The room feels empty. The metal of the organ has grown cold, like a dead heart that once beat in wonderous song and life. Even the banshees in The Mist are gone.*

*Muckroaches, as many know, are reviled by those both inside and outside of Pharloom. They are dismissed as mindless things that have no other directive than to kill and eat.*

*...but what does that say when one begins to mourn?*

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OOC:

@stilkin-from-bilewater @pharloom-white-knight @child-of-weaver-and-wyrm @phantom-of-the-exhaust-organ @sentinel-second @watcher-at-the-edge @grandmothersilkofficial @shade-lord-official @styxs-nest @sylphsong-eva @roachfeeder-real

Sorry for the tags I'm desperate to see reactions I'm so sorry-; feel free to ignore if you don't really want to give a reply.

Listen, my dear friend. Phantom has sustained a great injury, and we do not know if they will make it out alive or not. But here is what I think.

All of the vessels within myself were also created for only one purpose. Our...father, he did not want us to have voices, or minds, or wills of our own. He created us malleable. Empty. Fragile.

But here I stand. We stand. With a mind, and a will, and a voice. And I will do everything within my power to save this one as well.

I am a collective of everything my father rejected. I will not allow another parent to do such a thing to their child.

And if -- nay, when Phantom is saved, I will find their mother.

I hope you make her feel the hatred of not just me and you, but everyone else against that weavened bastard. Make it tenfold painful. Scream our shared rage against the pale threads.

. . .

I miss phantom....

so this... this is where they played...

I’ve heard… about you…

Your skills in combat… I respect it…

Using the sand to your advantage to… deceive foes of where you are on the battle field…

-@spotlight-the-performer

Ah, a performer! The sand is an adaptation to the regrettable fact that Karak nearly entirely dried away in my long vigil, but any true warrior knows how to wield their surroundings to their advantage.

Feints and techniques may be an excellent skill in battle, but to use them never to prove your strength instead, that is unforgivable. You must be both strong and cunning, overly cunning will leave you a snivelling coward and overly strong will leave you a brutish simpleton.

Those of the Citadel…filled with cowards…who lock themselves away…and brutes…that charge in without a second thought…

Oh, but do pardon my…lack of manners…

Given name…Spotlight… I come from Hallownest…

And I’m not…just a performer… I’m also trained in the ways of…battle…