I'm quite aware. I had been doing some late night reading.
[ There is the tell-tale sign of some bags under the reader's eyes. Clearly, he's prone to skipping out on some sleep. Even his snake daemon seems the slightest bit groggy. ]
For someone who goes around supposedly murdering the literary greats, I do say, being a bookworm is quite unsurprising. What were you looking up? Details about this world?
I'm a reader first and foremost. [ A simple matter of fact. ]
More or less. So long as people exist, someone is bound to write information that is important of this world down. Even something in the guise of a fairytale.
For a long time, this place was protected by "angels." Angels that did exist at some point. Beings that were providing their protection to the people and keeping them safe. Until one day, they suddenly vanished for reasons unknown, leaving the people here without their protection. They strongly held their faith until their last breath, praying to the stones structured after their angels.
But we already know what's happened since, given the bodies of the native and infestation of the spectres. [ As he talks, he gathers his things again in his bag. ] I'm sure most of this, if not everything, you already knew, but I find stories interesting.
Mmm. Yes. Fairytales are creative ways of acknowledging the reality of one's world. To filter it through symbolism, imagery, and the power of the written word. Though given all the facts...I would assume there is some mite of truth to the whole business. After all, do we not have masked figures modeling these very angels?
We do, and if asked they do claim to be like "guardian angels." It's actually because one of them that I was enlightened on the fact that there had been angels here a long time ago. [ a light hum. ] We likely would have been able to dig up some more lore had there not been a change in plans.
[ With the trial and execution, anyways he's peering back to the room. ] Are we on a different floor? This room is different than the last.
[ There's barely any light, other than the.. bioluminescent company. He shuffles to the door to peek out and... Yeah. These halls are completely different. ] ..We may have been moved somewhere else entirely.
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[Hm?]
For what reason were you in the library? You do realize a library has books, not beds, right?
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[ There is the tell-tale sign of some bags under the reader's eyes. Clearly, he's prone to skipping out on some sleep. Even his snake daemon seems the slightest bit groggy. ]
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For someone who goes around supposedly murdering the literary greats, I do say, being a bookworm is quite unsurprising. What were you looking up? Details about this world?
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More or less. So long as people exist, someone is bound to write information that is important of this world down. Even something in the guise of a fairytale.
For a long time, this place was protected by "angels." Angels that did exist at some point. Beings that were providing their protection to the people and keeping them safe. Until one day, they suddenly vanished for reasons unknown, leaving the people here without their protection. They strongly held their faith until their last breath, praying to the stones structured after their angels.
But we already know what's happened since, given the bodies of the native and infestation of the spectres. [ As he talks, he gathers his things again in his bag. ] I'm sure most of this, if not everything, you already knew, but I find stories interesting.
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Mmm. Yes. Fairytales are creative ways of acknowledging the reality of one's world. To filter it through symbolism, imagery, and the power of the written word. Though given all the facts...I would assume there is some mite of truth to the whole business. After all, do we not have masked figures modeling these very angels?
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We do, and if asked they do claim to be like "guardian angels." It's actually because one of them that I was enlightened on the fact that there had been angels here a long time ago. [ a light hum. ] We likely would have been able to dig up some more lore had there not been a change in plans.
[ With the trial and execution, anyways he's peering back to the room. ] Are we on a different floor? This room is different than the last.
[ There's barely any light, other than the.. bioluminescent company. He shuffles to the door to peek out and... Yeah. These halls are completely different. ] ..We may have been moved somewhere else entirely.