[The land of Hallownest was unchanging in its decay. Since the day that the Pale King and the White Palace disappeared, the seeping plague had ruined all it touched. The dead bugs rose to haunt what what left and the living's dreams had been invaded by a terrible light.
Dirthmouth was the only place that could remotely be considered safe for those incapable of combat. However many have been drawn down to the lower areas for riches, fame or the enjoyment of a good mystery.
Or, as it is often the case, death.
But on the high, high peeks of the Hollowing Cliffs something has taken place. A Lantern lit, a carnival called to the dying lands - to the apparent worry and annoyance of the few residents left. The Grimm Troupe has arrived to put on their performance of fire and shadows.
Yet the curious thing is not the Troupe's arrival but the absence of the one who called them in the first place. A curious thing as many times in the past they were greeted by that bug, be it because they knew what they were doing when they called Grimm or they were merely curious as to what they summoned.
That is not the case this time. Grimm was personally rather intrigued by such a change in his endless song and decided to explore the land to see if there truly was no one who called (or intended to respond). It could not be the Pale King - he was far too prompt with such things and did not call the God of Nightmares unless he had a very good reason.
(He was not one for idle chat, sadly.)
Brumm was left in charge while Grimm wandered, shutting down the Troupe for the first time in eons. The song was changing ever so slightly as he took each step.
He teleports within the Ancient Basin, near where the White Palace once stood. Perhaps it was nostalgia that led him here. The Troupe Master had been inside the palace a handful of times and found it beautiful in its own way (and slightly amused at how much he stood out against it).
But now it is gone.
And...strangely absent of creatures infected by the plague. Curious.]
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Dirthmouth was the only place that could remotely be considered safe for those incapable of combat. However many have been drawn down to the lower areas for riches, fame or the enjoyment of a good mystery.
Or, as it is often the case, death.
But on the high, high peeks of the Hollowing Cliffs something has taken place. A Lantern lit, a carnival called to the dying lands - to the apparent worry and annoyance of the few residents left. The Grimm Troupe has arrived to put on their performance of fire and shadows.
Yet the curious thing is not the Troupe's arrival but the absence of the one who called them in the first place. A curious thing as many times in the past they were greeted by that bug, be it because they knew what they were doing when they called Grimm or they were merely curious as to what they summoned.
That is not the case this time. Grimm was personally rather intrigued by such a change in his endless song and decided to explore the land to see if there truly was no one who called (or intended to respond). It could not be the Pale King - he was far too prompt with such things and did not call the God of Nightmares unless he had a very good reason.
(He was not one for idle chat, sadly.)
Brumm was left in charge while Grimm wandered, shutting down the Troupe for the first time in eons. The song was changing ever so slightly as he took each step.
He teleports within the Ancient Basin, near where the White Palace once stood. Perhaps it was nostalgia that led him here. The Troupe Master had been inside the palace a handful of times and found it beautiful in its own way (and slightly amused at how much he stood out against it).
But now it is gone.
And...strangely absent of creatures infected by the plague. Curious.]