Hey, is that singing, off in the waves? Could it be a siren, out to lure sailors to a watery grave?
Nah, it's just a bard clinging to a piece of driftwood, singing a tune to illuminate the air around him with glowing lights, in some hope that maybe, against all the fucking odds, there's somebody out there who might see him through the fog. He doesn't even care who; he'll make a deal with all the demons on Marrow Isle if it means he won't die out here.
What would that even be like? To be lost at sea in a world where nobody can really die... Would he just drown in all this miserable grey, again and again and again? He always thought he'd go out in stars and bright lights, in an explosion of colorful cacophony.
His voice is getting hoarse, and the lights are fading, flickering in and out of existence. It's getting hard to focus, to harmonize with the magic of this world, with all this fear and panic swimming around in his gut.
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Nah, it's just a bard clinging to a piece of driftwood, singing a tune to illuminate the air around him with glowing lights, in some hope that maybe, against all the fucking odds, there's somebody out there who might see him through the fog. He doesn't even care who; he'll make a deal with all the demons on Marrow Isle if it means he won't die out here.
What would that even be like? To be lost at sea in a world where nobody can really die... Would he just drown in all this miserable grey, again and again and again? He always thought he'd go out in stars and bright lights, in an explosion of colorful cacophony.
His voice is getting hoarse, and the lights are fading, flickering in and out of existence. It's getting hard to focus, to harmonize with the magic of this world, with all this fear and panic swimming around in his gut.