Original Hylion
RPn's Original Jello Lion Pirate
Terryal is a vast world.
Yes, yes incredible in size!
People die and are born everyday.
Yes, no one even notices!
So, no one will care if a few people disappear.
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A deep cave, reaching into the bowels of Terryal. None know of what creatures and beasts dwell in such dark depths. None travel so deep, for there is no light, there is no hope, there is only darkness. Where there is only darkness, there is no more light. But darkness only comes when something casts a shadow. There must be something then, to cast this shadow.
It's dark, feels damp, confined. The echo of movement could be heard, the movement of a man waking. What's going on, where is this place. Can't remember anything, a lantern, right there, "Need fire," The man whispered, as he reached for his waist, taking hold of a tinderbox strapped to his waist. Quickly, while in the dark, he grabbed the lantern unscrewed the base, poured a certain amount of oil into the bowl from his flask of oil, and screwed the base back on. He took the flint and steel from his tinder set and struck the flint against the steel, aiming the sparks at the open wick. Once igniting a small flame. He closed the wick, strapped his belongings back to his waist, took hold of the lantern, and stood up. He was dizzy and light headed at first. He almost fell, so he reached out for something to help support him, he found a wall, rough, jagged, and slightly covered in soot. After a few moments, he rose his eyes to see that he was in a cave, a long winding tunnel leading deeper into the cave a head of him. The hall ways, he was in, were quite narrow, but it looked to have an opening on the other end. Uncaring of his confusion and the shroud of the world in his mind, he moved forward, using the walls to keep himself upright.
For a while he found no one, until he reached the opening. He found a small chamber, large enough to fit a few people, which it did, but the hall continued on. Right now, the man was astounded by the few people he stumbled upon. They were all just as dazed and confused as he, but at least they were all together. For a few moments, the man stood silently, watching the group slowly wake up from the bothering of the lantern's light. Only after seeing their features, did he begin to move about the group. He found an amount of interest in them. A large reptilian fellow, a winged girl, a skeleton of another, an archer. What was this collection doing in such a place, in fact what was he doing in such a place.
Finally the man spoke, "What's going on? Who are all of you?" He said, quite silently, but realized that he was practically whispering. He cleared his throat and spoke again, "I am," He paused finding his thought blank, a name you call yourself is something quite odd to forget, "Light," He said glancing to his lanterns bright glow, "L-I," His head began to hurt again, causing him to pause, but he attempted to finish spelling his name out, "T-E." He spelled incorrectly, but it didn't matter very much. "What on Terryal is going on here?" His voice was mature and experienced, but had a gravely and adventurous tone.
Yes, yes incredible in size!
People die and are born everyday.
Yes, no one even notices!
So, no one will care if a few people disappear.
______________________________________________________________________________________
A deep cave, reaching into the bowels of Terryal. None know of what creatures and beasts dwell in such dark depths. None travel so deep, for there is no light, there is no hope, there is only darkness. Where there is only darkness, there is no more light. But darkness only comes when something casts a shadow. There must be something then, to cast this shadow.
It's dark, feels damp, confined. The echo of movement could be heard, the movement of a man waking. What's going on, where is this place. Can't remember anything, a lantern, right there, "Need fire," The man whispered, as he reached for his waist, taking hold of a tinderbox strapped to his waist. Quickly, while in the dark, he grabbed the lantern unscrewed the base, poured a certain amount of oil into the bowl from his flask of oil, and screwed the base back on. He took the flint and steel from his tinder set and struck the flint against the steel, aiming the sparks at the open wick. Once igniting a small flame. He closed the wick, strapped his belongings back to his waist, took hold of the lantern, and stood up. He was dizzy and light headed at first. He almost fell, so he reached out for something to help support him, he found a wall, rough, jagged, and slightly covered in soot. After a few moments, he rose his eyes to see that he was in a cave, a long winding tunnel leading deeper into the cave a head of him. The hall ways, he was in, were quite narrow, but it looked to have an opening on the other end. Uncaring of his confusion and the shroud of the world in his mind, he moved forward, using the walls to keep himself upright.
For a while he found no one, until he reached the opening. He found a small chamber, large enough to fit a few people, which it did, but the hall continued on. Right now, the man was astounded by the few people he stumbled upon. They were all just as dazed and confused as he, but at least they were all together. For a few moments, the man stood silently, watching the group slowly wake up from the bothering of the lantern's light. Only after seeing their features, did he begin to move about the group. He found an amount of interest in them. A large reptilian fellow, a winged girl, a skeleton of another, an archer. What was this collection doing in such a place, in fact what was he doing in such a place.
Finally the man spoke, "What's going on? Who are all of you?" He said, quite silently, but realized that he was practically whispering. He cleared his throat and spoke again, "I am," He paused finding his thought blank, a name you call yourself is something quite odd to forget, "Light," He said glancing to his lanterns bright glow, "L-I," His head began to hurt again, causing him to pause, but he attempted to finish spelling his name out, "T-E." He spelled incorrectly, but it didn't matter very much. "What on Terryal is going on here?" His voice was mature and experienced, but had a gravely and adventurous tone.