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This just in: FINALLY fixed my bio up.
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Synopsis
I like telling engaging stories with cool people :)
Collaboration and teamwork are very important to me when telling a story- I could write any genre as long as the group dynamic is healthy.
If you're chill and understand grammar we'll probably get along!
Details
22
Male
Filthy American
I like video games
Comics and novels
TTRPGs (mainly D&D and Fate but I'll try anything)
The natural world (especially the ocean)
Poetry
Aspiring author (poor)
Some Things I Wrote
Too many to share but have a sample platter of poetry
A Snake Lies ---
Sometimes I like to daydream That I am one of God’s favored children That I am more than a snake in someone else’s garden That I could shed this serpentine form Snakeskin and all
And emerge as something beautiful
I long to flex wings of radiant white Soft as clouds and strong as the winds that would carry them What I would give to cast a warm golden light From a graceful and glittering halo Undeniable proof of God’s love for me
Yet here I lurk and slither
Undulating through the undergrowth that shields me From the judgment of His burning eye Always aloft in the daytime sky Piercing and scrutinizing all that I am So I hide in the shadows, only creeping out at night
Better not to know what He would see me as
There are flora abundant in this garden An endless bounty to take part in And a single tree that stands forbidden They clamor about it now, weighing curiosity against divine judgment I watch on, and flick my tongue out nervously
The air tastes bitter and dark
The woman seizes a fruit and sinks her teeth in deep Its juice dribbles tantalizingly down her chin And soon the man is pulled into this scheme They gorge greedily of each other and the tree I am suddenly overcome with a deep sense of envy
I am stricken with the thought that He will blame me
All I ever wanted was to be one of His chosen All I dreamed was to be an angelic being But righteous fury is fast approaching And I know between the three of us who He will trust I let out a low hiss, and do what I must
I emerge into the light
And take credit for the sin that I took no part in
Ironically, im the sucker
you were like a leech teeth sunk deep into my heart draining life and limb
This one is about love
I had clung to you desperately; the driftwood that kept me afloat as our world descended into swirling chaos all around us.
This one is about love too, but nicer
I walk the length of the shore, and I admire its beauty and its crookedness. Its fine, soft sand and all of the imperfections that sand holds within. I sit on the shore and watch with you as the waves roll, in and out.
Jellyfish Drifting ---
I am a jellyfish drifting through the deep
My feeble form carried by currents unseen
Nearly ninety-five percent of my body is water
There is no central nervous system that binds me
And I lack a heart, brain, and feeling
So the biologists say
On the contrary
It has been a long, lonely, hungry odyssey
As I venture through this cold, dark sea
My food is scraps of flesh-like snow
Only the empty darkness as lasting company
And I still don’t know where these currents want me to be
Still, I am good at nothing if not drifting
So I suppose I will have to go at least a little further
Down here in the deep
Beneath the Abyss ---
Waves crash and thunder roars turning the ocean’s surface into a maelstrom of elemental chaos and titanic passions
The contest of surface and sky grows dim and distant as I sink below deeper and further from a world I cannot combat or understand
Tremors of the truth chase me still ripples and reverberations of a reality that I would prefer to leave to the sailors to the fools that are willing and capable
So I pass from the dark of midnight where most truths go to die to the cold and stygian abyss where only nightmares can survive
Lies and fears fall from above and drift around me a sickly dance of pale rotten snow I catch one on my tongue and it is hard to swallow and I know that I have deeper yet to go
I sink so deep language lacks the name down into a chasm in the earth and in my brain
The world above the waves is a harsh and cruel place so I delve past the benthic to a world without pain
EDIT: "Leia was there the day that Kalowick intervened on Varn's plot. She watched him kill his master even as she slew one of her own former allies. Her voice was the first to suggest that Kalowick join the ranks of the knight commanders." I added this to my sheet if that sounds good to you?
@Lyla Reposting the sheet for simplicity. I think it's all finished up so let me know what you think!
Kalowick of Green Paths
Nickname/Titles: "Snake-Eye", "The Watchful", "The Green Walker"
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kalowick is built like an acrobat: his body trained to move quickly and to navigate rough terrains with ease. His pale skin contrasts sharply against the wild shock of dark hair atop his head, while his wry expressions and serious gaze suggest a man that is not tamed, merely temporarily restrained. The small, pale scar beneath his left eye is easily passed over in recognition of the sturdy leather patch that covers a large portion of his face. The serpentine color of his solitary eye matches the flairs of green that decorate the furs and leathers that he dresses in. Dyed feathers, claws and teeth are all affixed to his ensemble, as well as various pouches and vials containing a variety of herbs, oils, and what the trained eye would recognize as poisons and potions.
Affixed to the leather belt round his waist, a number of sharp implements hang in their sheaths. Some of these are for skinning fur or carving meat, but there is no mistaking the purpose of the black-metal short sword or its twin dagger. Despite these tools, Kalowick's favored weapon of battle is the wooden staff he wields. Coaxed from the depths of a generous tree, the dark oak staff is covered in faintly glowing green symbols, and tiny wild flowers perpetually bloom along its length before withering away to make room for more. Affixed to the top of the staff by leather straps are various charms made from precious stones, animal teeth, feathers and claws.
Height: 5'9'' or 1.75m Eye Color: Murky Green Hair Color: Raven Black
Personality:
Kalowick is a true believer. To commit to an oath is to stake your entire being upon the truth of your words, so when it comes to both his faith in the Alveria royal line, and his dedication to the Old Ways, there is no room for doubt. He is a man characterized by loyalty and conviction, and struggles to imagine what he would not do for the Bloodline.
He is thoughtful and witty, happy to trade banter but also open to reach others on a deeper level. Everyone is different, and so to a degree he does treat everybody differently, but respect is a constant he tries to adhere to. He truly does not believe that his station makes him any more valuable than the average commoner. After all, the dirt takes us all in the end.
Kalowick, thankfully, has not yet been put into a situation where his dedication to the Bloodline has come into contradiction with his egalitarian nature. Though it is true that he prefers to spend his time out in the field, rather than within Olenta itself. He makes the necessary appearances and occasional patrol, but if anything awakens Kalowick's wild side, its the presence of the power-hungry. Cities are full of people like that. More than once Kalowick has eyed the steward with suspicion from afar, even if their record is clean and their intents seemingly honest. You can never be too careful.
He carries himself with grace and poise, moving with fluidity as his solitary eye surveys the spaces around him. In his solitary moments, he will quietly sing the Old Songs in the druidic tongue as he perches atop a rock, rests beneath a tree, or strolls open fields and quiet city streets. The Old Way is not just a path to power, or a mantra to dictate harmony with nature. It is Kalowick's culture, and its practices live on in him even as the tides of time erode it. When he is old, and withered, and given all he can to the kingdom, the last thing he will have to offer is the wisdom and tradition of the ancient druids. It is a duty he takes upon himself with pride.
Those that respect Kalowick's Way and see the value in its continuance will find themselves in good company. Kalowick is a firm friend and a cunning ally, full of wit and wisdom. He's not beneath working with those he finds distasteful either, so long as their goals are aligned. His oath to the Bloodline supersedes any personal animosity he might feel.
Background:
Kalowick is descended from a community of druids that were welcomed into the kingdom of Alveria some two centuries past. Since this time much of the culture has faded from relevance and awareness, mostly kept alive only by small communities within the Greenwood. Kalowick grew up in one of these small settlements, which provided a large number of its able-bodied men and women to the Everbranch Border Post to become rangers of the forest. Kalowick himself was an eager student of the Old Ways.
He learned the Songs of Bark and Leaf from the Tree-Shapers, and how to use these songs to become one with the forest and bend its purpose to his own. He learned the Arts of Flower that use the bounties of the natural world to create healing remedies and balms, and he learned the Arts of Thorn that draw on nature's dangerous potential to brew poisons and paralytics. From the Hunters he was shown how to track, trap, and kill the creatures of the forest, as well as how to harvest each component of an animal so that its death holds purpose.
The Beast-Shamans taught him the dangerous Songs of Wing and Claw: communion with the animals of the world. How to summon a raven to your side and see through its eyes, how to compel a snake to sink its fangs into your chosen target, how to pacify a raging bear into compliance.
There are also the Rites of Rot and Decay, said to be capable of urging corpses to rise when bonded with the appropriate fungus, or to inflict a man with disease or sickness with words that corrupt the very air they travel through, or to command swarms of insects and baser creatures to harass and harm. These Rites Kalowick would only learn much later, and many are time consuming, dangerous processes.
Kalowick was only a boy when news of the king's death reached his settlement, and the course he would plot in life was set. He was an idealistic child, but also wise beyond his years, and as he grew from a child into adolescence he came to understand that without a strong ruler on the throne, the forest he called home would not be safe forever. And if war did come to the Greenwood, it would need someone capable of protecting it. The free time that he spent roaming the forest and playing with other children instead was dedicated to training with the rangers of Everbranch. Many of his own people were among their number, and taught him what they knew happily. By the time he was sixteen, he was a ranger in his own right.
A Knight Commander by the name of Varn Skyir took a liking to Kalowick after they fought side by side against a coven of rogue sorcerers that attacked their ranger unit while out on patrol. Kalowick unleashed the teachings bestowed upon him with ferocity to aid his brethren in quickly dispatching the spellcasters. His talent relative to his age and the conviction with which he fought and wielded his own power caught Varn's attention. Later, when he asked Kalowick if he'd ever killed before, Kalowick said no, but that it was easier than he thought it would be. Varn asked him why that was, and his answer was simple.
"I've discovered that traitors enrage me."
Varn, who was not a regular at the Everbranch Border Post, departed later that week. And Kalowick, after saying his goodbyes to his village and his fellow rangers, went with him. The pair traveled across Alveria together, ending disputes, hunting criminals, and slaying monsters. From the choppy waters of the Azure Expanse to the frigid heights of the Ironspine Mountains, Varn exposed Kalowick to the wonders and dangers beyond the boundaries of his forest home. Varn the Far-Traveled was already known through the lands, but as years went by, stories of his druidic apprentice, Kalowick of Green Paths, also began to circulate. The pair had a strong friendship founded on respect and trust, and Varn, a battle-mage that drew upon the power of the gods themselves to do battle, was able to offer unique perspective and guidance to Kalowick on his own spiritual journey.
During a visit to Olenta, Kalowick, now twenty, uncovered a dangerous plot. He had been immersed in the senses of a crow as it flew across the city, and chanced to spy a strange thing indeed. In a secluded corner within the gardens surrounding the Radiant Citadel, Varn stood among a mixed group of individuals. Several wore the finery and signet rings of nobles, while two others were armed and armored, each bearing, just like Varn, a lesser rune. Flying closer, he overheard talk of the kingdom's weakness and the need to restore it. The line was dead, their oaths were meaningless, and the steward did not have the strength to protect Alveria from its rivals.
Kalowick cut connection with the crow, and raced to warn the steward. His face was familiar enough that he was allowed entry, but as he sped into the throne room, what he found was a blood bath. Knights dead at the feet of Varn and his co-conspirators, and the steward guarded on either flank by loyal knight commanders. Kalowick saw Varn turn to him, and he saw him speak, saw him beckon for Kalowick to join him. But he could not hear him. His ears ringing, his face splitting into a snarl even as tears stung his eyes, Kalowick charged. This broke the tension for the others, and soon the throne room was erupted into battle.
Varn should have defeated Kalowick that day. He was more experienced. He was stronger, quite possibly smarter, and nearly as fast. Kalowick once witnessed him burn a hole through a wyvern's skull with a prayer and a single ray of sunlight.
Yet, Varn died that day, his fellow conspirators along with him, and in the coming weeks Kalowick's testimony sent no less than six nobles and a plethora of criminals serving them to the gallows. But how? It's simple.
Kalowick's will was stronger. He had faith in himself, in Alveria, and in the Old Ways. Varn had lost his way. Lost his faith. The moment he committed down the path to treachery, Kalowick would later muse, he sealed his own fate. Their clash, however, was not without cost. His right eye and the surrounding flesh is ruined, not burnt, but withered. Varn struck out at him with cold, necrotic fire that left the wound cracked and gray, almost petrified. Even now, if he were to remove the patch, one could see dark energy pulsing from the spiderwebbing cracks that run across the stone-like skin.
Kalowick accepts this toll. His dagger found its way to Varn's heart all the same.
Not long after, the Knight Commanders of Olenta discovered Kalowick's ability to bear a lesser rune, a fact they uncovered through correspondence that Varn also knew and was concealing. In light of his heroism and sacrifice, they instated the one-eyed druid into their ranks.
Since then, Kalowick has garnered something of a reputation for rooting out corruption in the towns and cities of the kingdom. That is, when he isn't continuing the work set before him by Varn. He was Kalowick's mentor still, even if he lost his way. There will always be more monsters to kill. Now, Kalowick understands both forms that they come in. A final lesson for the apprentice that surpassed his master.
Rune Affinity He is eligible to receive one. Perhaps it will unlock the ability for him to shapeshift, or command a greater degree of creatures outside the normal spectrum of nature. Maybe he will be able to use trees as a gateway from one forest to another. Who can say until he receives the rune?
Skills & Abilities: Arts of Flower and Thorn: The brewing of potions, oils and the like both to help and harm.
Songs of Tree and Leaf: With the right words in the Old Tongue, one can become one with nature and command it as an extension of their own will.
Songs of Wing and Claw: The ability to summon, pacify, or command natural creatures of the world.
Rites of Rot and Decay: Dangerous, distasteful methods to control corpses or inflict sickness. Only the Rites of controlling bugs and insects has ever been deployed or considered by Kalowick.
The Green-Walker: Kalowick has survival training in all manner of wilderness, with specific preference for woods and forests.
Snake-Eye: Kalowick fights with focus and precision, his fighting style guarded and evasive while biding time and energy to wear out his opponents before striking at weak spots.
The Watchful: He is comfortable leading in areas where his expertise is at the forefront, and is also happy to act in support and advisory roles to help guide the group and the current decision-maker towards the wisest decisions.
Additional Details: -Kalowick has a wide vocal range from bass to tenor when singing.
-His powers do work on aquatic creatures, but its harder for him to control.
Definitely down to fleshing this out with how he engages with other characters and if there is any shared history once more people post up their sheets! Let me know if you have an idea for something and I'll do the same!
Relationships: Leilani Suldevi: Leia was there the day that Kalowick intervened on Varn's plot. She watched him kill his master even as she slew one of her own former allies. Her voice was the first to suggest that Kalowick join the ranks of the knight commanders.
@Lyla I still do have more to add to the CS in general! The location I mentioned is one you already have in the locations by the way, did you mean you want me to make up some more info for it or am I confused xP
@BurningCold Added one thing to the CS - that being rank / profession. As for your idea - there can definitely be a coven of druids that are exactly as your describe. The main point to Old Magic is faith.
Love what you wrote about Old Magic, super interesting. I'm glad my concept fits into your vision for the setting! I think for Kalowick, something I'll explore in the backstory is that for him, being a Knight Commander is a way to positively spotlight his dwindling culture. Which, generally, is more "neutral" or even "good" in terms of how I think they might be viewed, with the flipside being the potential to explore some very dark paths. Culturally its not something they do but the power is there and its technically in Kalowick's hands.
@shylarah First one has a sort of disciplined legionnaire vibe going on which is great if that makes sense for the character. The second one to me seems easier to move in and appeals to my personal sensibilities though
[h3] [color=f49ac2]Synopsis[/color] [/h3]
I like telling engaging stories with cool people :)
Collaboration and teamwork are very important to me when telling a story- I could write any genre as long as the group dynamic is healthy.
If you're chill and understand grammar we'll probably get along!
[hr][h3] [color=bc8dbf]Details[/color] [/h3]
[list][*] 22
[*] Male
[*] Filthy American
[*] I like video games
[*] Comics and novels
[*] TTRPGs (mainly D&D and Fate but I'll try anything)
[*] The natural world (especially the ocean)
[*] Poetry
[*] Aspiring author (poor)
[/list]
[hr][h3] [color=7ea7d8]Some Things I Wrote[/color] [/h3]
Too many to share but have a sample platter of poetry
[hider=A Snake Lies]
[center]A Snake Lies
---
Sometimes I like to daydream
That I am one of God’s favored children
That I am more than a snake in someone else’s garden
That I could shed this serpentine form
Snakeskin and all
And emerge as something beautiful
I long to flex wings of radiant white
Soft as clouds and strong as the winds that would carry them
What I would give to cast a warm golden light
From a graceful and glittering halo
Undeniable proof of God’s love for me
Yet here I lurk and slither
Undulating through the undergrowth that shields me
From the judgment of His burning eye
Always aloft in the daytime sky
Piercing and scrutinizing all that I am
So I hide in the shadows, only creeping out at night
Better not to know what He would see me as
There are flora abundant in this garden
An endless bounty to take part in
And a single tree that stands forbidden
They clamor about it now, weighing curiosity against divine judgment
I watch on, and flick my tongue out nervously
The air tastes bitter and dark
The woman seizes a fruit and sinks her teeth in deep
Its juice dribbles tantalizingly down her chin
And soon the man is pulled into this scheme
They gorge greedily of each other and the tree
I am suddenly overcome with a deep sense of envy
I am stricken with the thought that He will blame me
All I ever wanted was to be one of His chosen
All I dreamed was to be an angelic being
But righteous fury is fast approaching
And I know between the three of us who He will trust
I let out a low hiss, and do what I must
I emerge into the light
And take credit for the sin that I took no part in[/center]
[/hider]
[hider=Relationships]
[b]Ironically, im the sucker[/b]
you were like a leech
teeth sunk deep into my heart
draining life and limb
[b]This one is about love[/b]
I had clung to you desperately;
the driftwood that kept me afloat
as our world descended into
swirling chaos all around us.
[b]This one is about love too, but nicer[/b]
I walk the length of the shore,
and I admire its beauty and its crookedness.
Its fine, soft sand and all of the imperfections
that sand holds within.
I sit on the shore and watch with you
as the waves roll, in and out.
[/hider]
[hider=Jellyfish Drifting]
[center]Jellyfish Drifting
---
I am a jellyfish drifting through the deep
My feeble form carried by currents unseen
Nearly ninety-five percent of my body is water
There is no central nervous system that binds me
And I lack a heart, brain, and feeling
So the biologists say
On the contrary
It has been a long, lonely, hungry odyssey
As I venture through this cold, dark sea
My food is scraps of flesh-like snow
Only the empty darkness as lasting company
And I still don’t know where these currents want me to be
Still, I am good at nothing if not drifting
So I suppose I will have to go at least a little further
Down here in the deep[/center]
[/hider]
[hider=Beneath the Abyss]
Beneath the Abyss
---
Waves crash and thunder roars
turning the ocean’s surface into a maelstrom
of elemental chaos and titanic passions
The contest of surface and sky grows
dim and distant as I sink below
deeper and further from a world
I cannot combat or understand
Tremors of the truth chase me still
ripples and reverberations of a reality
that I would prefer to leave to the sailors
to the fools that are willing and capable
So I pass from the dark of midnight
where most truths go to die
to the cold and stygian abyss
where only nightmares can survive
Lies and fears fall from above and drift around me
a sickly dance of pale rotten snow
I catch one on my tongue and it is hard to swallow
and I know that I have deeper yet to go
I sink so deep language lacks the name
down into a chasm in the earth and in my brain
The world above the waves is a harsh and cruel place
so I delve past the benthic to a world without pain
[/hider]
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[*][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/194671-primality/ooc]Primality[/url]
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Language is the tool I use to connect myself to the world around me and to the people that I care for.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#f49ac2">Synopsis</font></div><br>I like telling engaging stories with cool people :)<br><br>Collaboration and teamwork are very important to me when telling a story- I could write any genre as long as the group dynamic is healthy.<br><br>If you're chill and understand grammar we'll probably get along!<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#bc8dbf">Details</font></div><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>22</li><li>Male</li><li>Filthy American</li><li>I like video games</li><li>Comics and novels</li><li>TTRPGs (mainly D&D and Fate but I'll try anything)</li><li>The natural world (especially the ocean)</li><li>Poetry</li><li>Aspiring author (poor)</li></ul><br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#7ea7d8">Some Things I Wrote</font></div><br>Too many to share but have a sample platter of poetry<br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Snake Lies">A Snake Lies [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center">A Snake Lies<br>---<br><br>Sometimes I like to daydream<br>That I am one of God’s favored children<br>That I am more than a snake in someone else’s garden<br>That I could shed this serpentine form<br>Snakeskin and all<br><br>And emerge as something beautiful<br><br>I long to flex wings of radiant white<br>Soft as clouds and strong as the winds that would carry them<br>What I would give to cast a warm golden light<br>From a graceful and glittering halo<br>Undeniable proof of God’s love for me<br><br>Yet here I lurk and slither<br><br>Undulating through the undergrowth that shields me<br>From the judgment of His burning eye <br>Always aloft in the daytime sky<br>Piercing and scrutinizing all that I am<br>So I hide in the shadows, only creeping out at night<br><br>Better not to know what He would see me as<br><br>There are flora abundant in this garden<br>An endless bounty to take part in<br>And a single tree that stands forbidden<br>They clamor about it now, weighing curiosity against divine judgment<br>I watch on, and flick my tongue out nervously<br><br>The air tastes bitter and dark<br><br>The woman seizes a fruit and sinks her teeth in deep<br>Its juice dribbles tantalizingly down her chin<br>And soon the man is pulled into this scheme<br>They gorge greedily of each other and the tree<br>I am suddenly overcome with a deep sense of envy<br><br>I am stricken with the thought that He will blame me<br><br>All I ever wanted was to be one of His chosen<br>All I dreamed was to be an angelic being<br>But righteous fury is fast approaching<br>And I know between the three of us who He will trust<br>I let out a low hiss, and do what I must<br><br>I emerge into the light<br><br>And take credit for the sin that I took no part in</div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Relationships">Relationships [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><span class="bb-b">Ironically, im the sucker</span><br><br>you were like a leech<br>teeth sunk deep into my heart<br>draining life and limb<br><br><span class="bb-b">This one is about love</span><br><br>I had clung to you desperately;<br>the driftwood that kept me afloat<br>as our world descended into<br>swirling chaos all around us.<br><br><span class="bb-b">This one is about love too, but nicer</span><br><br>I walk the length of the shore, <br>and I admire its beauty and its crookedness. <br>Its fine, soft sand and all of the imperfections <br>that sand holds within. <br>I sit on the shore and watch with you <br>as the waves roll, in and out.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Jellyfish Drifting">Jellyfish Drifting [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center">Jellyfish Drifting<br>---<br><br>I am a jellyfish drifting through the deep<br><br>My feeble form carried by currents unseen<br><br>Nearly ninety-five percent of my body is water<br><br>There is no central nervous system that binds me<br><br>And I lack a heart, brain, and feeling<br><br>So the biologists say<br><br>On the contrary<br><br>It has been a long, lonely, hungry odyssey<br><br>As I venture through this cold, dark sea<br><br>My food is scraps of flesh-like snow <br><br>Only the empty darkness as lasting company<br><br>And I still don’t know where these currents want me to be<br><br>Still, I am good at nothing if not drifting<br><br>So I suppose I will have to go at least a little further<br><br>Down here in the deep</div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Beneath the Abyss">Beneath the Abyss [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Beneath the Abyss<br>---<br><br>Waves crash and thunder roars<br>turning the ocean’s surface into a maelstrom<br>of elemental chaos and titanic passions<br><br>The contest of surface and sky grows<br>dim and distant as I sink below<br>deeper and further from a world<br>I cannot combat or understand<br><br>Tremors of the truth chase me still<br>ripples and reverberations of a reality<br>that I would prefer to leave to the sailors<br>to the fools that are willing and capable<br><br>So I pass from the dark of midnight<br>where most truths go to die<br>to the cold and stygian abyss<br>where only nightmares can survive<br><br>Lies and fears fall from above and drift around me<br>a sickly dance of pale rotten snow<br>I catch one on my tongue and it is hard to swallow<br>and I know that I have deeper yet to go<br><br>I sink so deep language lacks the name<br>down into a chasm in the earth and in my brain<br><br>The world above the waves is a harsh and cruel place<br>so I delve past the benthic to a world without pain</div></div><br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ff7f50">RPs I'm In</font></div><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/194640-pok-topian-dreams-uncharted-waters/ooc">Pokétopian Dreams: Uncharted Waters</a></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/194671-primality/ooc">Primality</a></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/194725-calling-all-heroes-and-villains/ooc">Calling All Heroes and Villains!</a></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/194679-blood-of-the-crown/ooc">Blood of the Crown</a></li></ul><br><br>Language is the tool I use to connect myself to the world around me and to the people that I care for.<br><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/poohead189">@POOHEAD189</a> taught me how to play D&D 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