[Grimm has quite the stride but he walks slower as to not leave the Vessel behind. They appear to be quite fold of his cloak, so perhaps something could be done when they arrived back at the tent.
It is a long walk ahead of them. Grimm cannot teleport himself and someone else and regardless of the Vessel's abilities in combat he would not subject them to Deepnest just so they can take the tram. Grimm could not see through the webs that the beasts wove despite his power and it was best to keep their agreement between the Pale King intact.
If they cut through the City of Tears and take the elevator up to the Resting Grounds, there was a tram that could take them to the Forgotten Crossroads. From there, Dirtmouth and the tents of the Grimm Troupe. It is not a completely danger free path (no place in Hallownest was) but he is certain they can both handle it.
And he rather liked the Resting Grounds, even if they were not reasons that could be classified as good. It would also be nice to see the City again. Even in the grip of death, Hallownest retained some level of beauty within its sorrow.
When the Vessel stops Grimm does as well. He cannot hear what they do but there is something on the wind that he does understand. There is a change, a new note in the endless song.
It is something to consider, but now it is time to move on.
Once they begin to approach the City, he feels a need to issue a warning.]
This place is the center of Hallownest, its grand city. We are heading towards an elevator near a place known as the Pleasure House. It will take us to the quiet Resting Grounds and from there, the Forgotten Crossroads and Dirtmouth, where my Troupe await.
[He turns towards the Vessel, kneeling down so they can speak face-to-face.]
We will likely face opposition as we make our way along this path. You will not have to face our opponents alone as I will be with you, but this is a warning of what is waiting ahead.
[ They angle their head curiously when he leans down to speak to them and impart information; they seem fascinated by the action (and, perhaps, a little confused at the consideration inherent in it).
Enemies, in a place they don't know. Now that they've emerged, they can feel the animosity of that light once more; they don't need to be warned twice. They simply nod, letting go of his cloak in order to draw their weapon.
Combat is a simple affair; natural strength and a nail to wield, even an old one, is all they require. The change in scenery doesn't even register to them, it seems; they are entirely riveted on meeting and striking down what enemies come towards them. Will bent to a sharp point.
Well, mostly. They seem almost hesitant, at points, and it almost gets them struck once or twice if Grimm doesn't intervene. (Even with his assistance, they seem slow to wield, as if attempting to measure their own strength, their own strikes; exerting only what is necessary, even on husks they know are bent towards their destruction.)
When the coast is clear, they simply stop, and they seem to...realise, for the first time, that something has changed around them. They turn their face upward, holding their weapon loosely in one hand, reaching out with clear fascination in what seems to be an attempt to catch the water falling from above.
Their small frame has become quickly soaked by the constant downpour that gives the heart of Hallownest its name. They don't seem to mind in the least. ]
[Grimm's approach to the mindless husks is much the same as the Vessel's...if more flashy. The firebats screech as they escape from Grimm's cloak, three at a time, to slam into the husks and greedily eat away at their flesh. His flame was too strong to be put out by water and his dance upon the streets of the jewel of Hallownest is lively and deadly. Those who attack the Vessel in their moments of hesitation are met with spikes formed from his cloak. A lifeline the Vessel may have been holding but was as deadly as anything else about Grimm when it came to his love of battle.
The animosity of the light hellbent on the Vessel changes to one of mild shock and curiously, "Why are you here?" as both a question and an alarm. They are not the only one who that light knows. Once upon a time Grimm and the light were in union, but now no more.
A pity but a clash of personalities and a divide meant they no longer could come to an agreement.
The violence eventually calms and all that remains is the sound of the city's rain. Grimm is amused at the Vessel's clear display of fascination with the rain. They do indeed have their own traits, even if it is thus far a healthy sense of curiosity.]
Beautiful, is it not? It perpetually rains in the heart of Hallownest due to the lake above us and its crystal clear water dripping through the cracks in the ceiling. Once upon a time, this place was bustling with bugs of all shapes and sizes, living lives of riches and luxury. Few remain now but the city is as everlasting as it was in the past.
[Even if it came from the many sacrifices of others the City of Tears stands tall, locked away from the rest of the world. Although, in the end...
Grimm shakes his head and looks up.]
Our next destination is higher up, thus it will be a bit of a climb. Are you ready, my friend?
[The Pleasure House and its wonderful song is next.]
[ When Grimm spoke before, they hadn't really taken in the words on their own merit; simply sifting through them for key concepts, key things to recognise and respond to. But now, when he talks
(tells them a story)
there's a greater sense of attention. To the cadence of his words, to what they mean in full; they're trying to listen, to understand. Attempting to conjure an image of a past they have never seen, in a city they were hidden deep under.
(They are already learning, given something new. A cloak, a kind warmth. A tale told.)
They shake their cloak a little in some odd and vain attempt to shed the water they've accumulated there, and then return to his side, giving him a little nod. Yes, they're ready. They'll follow where he leads them. Their former wariness has all but gone. ]
[It is good to learn the of the past, even if it is difficult to connect the quiet, empty city to one it used to be. A perpetual rain but full of bugs of all kinds going about their daily lives. From here it was a walk to visit the White Palace if one had to go there but usually it was worth their time.
Grimm personally had mixed feelings. But now in the present it was good to see the Vessel was starting to trust him. That means Grimm could not lead them astray.
The trip to the Pleasure House involves going upwards. Curiously while there are indeed husks still about, they seem almost wary of approaching. It is not fear and they will engage if either Grimm or the Vessel wander too close but almost like they were observing the pair.
That aside, it is a little comical when they get to the elevator. The Vessel may be too small to hit the switch leading up but Grimm was also too tall to stand inside comfortably, having to crouch down to fit in. Was this punishment for making fun of Wyrm's short stature? Most likely.
The ride to the top is smooth sailing, despite the sight of corpses occasionally caught in the shadows of other passages. But at the top there are no dangers and more importantly the song of a singer long dead.]
A lovely song even in death. There is also a hot spring if you are feeling cold.
[Grimm was fine as he had his flame and personally did not agree with water. But the Vessel is welcome to go take a dip if they are curious enough.]
[ Something has changed. They're not entirely sure what it is, but though they watch the husks carefully, they seem content not to seek out any further combat.
The elevator is an odd metal cage they're confused by the purpose of. Perhaps if they'd known what it was to find anything funny, they might have made some indication of amusement as Grimm crouches beside them, but they just tilt their head curiously instead.
Then it starts to move and it's probably Grimm's turn to be amused as they skitter about in confusion and cling to his cloak again, which is the only safe object they can think of. Even when the elevator stops its movement, they still hold on tightly.
The plaintive sound of a song and the noise of water distracts them from their fear of their newest experience, however. It takes a long moment, but then curiosity overrides their desire to stay where things are safe, and they go to explore.
A series of splashes from one of the connecting rooms indicates they've apparently decide to try the hot spring first, but they tire of it soon enough. Ultimately, Grimm will find them sitting politely on the abandoned stage, apparently enraptured by the sound of music.
It's like nothing they've ever heard before, this melody given life through someone's voice. Their stillness and poised posture suggests they could sit here forever if left alone.
But as soon as their attention is sufficiently drawn away, they're quick to hop to their feet again. Curiosity is sated, at least for the moment; they're ready to go. ]
[Grimm knows he will not receive such a courtesy again. It really is not courtesy to begin with but a statement - "I am here and I am watching." - but she could do so while attacking them. The Radiance's intelligence could not match that of the Pale King but she was by no means stupid in her rage. The God of Nightmares traveling with one of her sworn enemy's failed creations would easily catch her eye once it became obvious it was happening. What happened next would determine how she responded.
The Resting Grounds contained the monument to the Dreamers and once they arrive to the Forgotten Crossroads, they will have to pass the Black Egg Temple. There were many, many things that could happen and Grimm was not omniscient. The fate of the Vessel had been changed by the Troupe Master's hand and these two places may do so as well.
But for now there is warm water and soothing song. The spirit of a long-dead singer still lingering for her audience even if they are simply a child of the void and a travelling performer. Grimm lingers a little longer then he should - they are not on any particular timer but he did not wish to stress Brumm too much - but the song is beautiful. Still, he cannot do anything for lingering souls, even his own. Grimm would offer her an audience in the form of those who came to see the Grimm Troupe if he could.
So they press onto a bigger elevator (thankfully) but a longer ride up. Upon exiting they are both greeted by deafening silence and a somber atmosphere.]
This is the Resting Grounds, the graveyard of those who have passed into the afterlife of dreams. Many bugs are buried here by friends and family and it was once considered a place of worship for some.
[The place where the moths once lived and now home to the monument of the Dreamers, the second seal placed by the Pale King over the Hollow Knight. The walk to the exit to the Forgotten Crossroads is a short one but Grimm is acutely aware of the gazes on their backs.
The monument is to the left. And it will remain that way unless something happens.]
[ The stillness of these graves feels familiar to them, though that recollection brings them a certain pain. Not knowing what else to do with it, they tug their cloak more tightly around themselves as they step out of the elevator, shivering with a feeling that conventional warmth can't dispel.
They show no particular desire to head in any direction, simply following the Troupe Master's lead - though...they look towards the direction of the monument, head tilting, and tug at his cloak with that same spark of curiosity they'd repeatedly demonstrated.
They point at it and look up at him, inquisitive. What is it, that strange thing? A grave, like so many others? Or something else?
(It glows in their sight. Something calling them. They're not sure why.) ]
[Grimm looks back at the monument and the dead silence that seeps from it in his mind. He knows well what it is and truly means. The message carved into stone and what it will say for the little Vessel beside him.
He has not been one to squash curiosity. Every single iteration of Grimm has been curious in one way or another and it would be a shame to deny the Vessel a chance to explore. The Dreamers were connected to the Hollow Knight, who was and always will be connected to those born before it. Even if this Vessel becomes soaked in the flames of the Grimm Troupe that would not change.]
It is the monument to the three Dreamers, those who aid the Hollow Knight in their slumber. Monomon the Teacher, Lurien the Watcher and Herrah the Beast.
[Grimm did not know if they were aware of their presence in the Resting Grounds but chances were good they did. He was a burning flame igniting a forest and the Vessel was the absence of everything in anything. He had no way to predict what will happen next.]
We will need to be careful but if you wish to see it I will go with you.
[Perhaps his presence will mitigate the end result. But it is the Vessel's choice if this goes anywhere to begin with.]
[ The words stir a peculiar feeling in them. They were jolted awake by a nightmare, compelled to rise by someone's voice.
The Hollow Knight. Yes, they remember. The pure vessel, the chosen child.
(taken, imprisoned, lost)
The feeling that stirs in them is one they don't understand. Everything is as it was meant to be. It was a simple thing; one was good, and the others were not. Only one was perfect, the rest cast down. That was just how it was.
(Why do they feel sad, then?)
They approach the monument carefully, the light emanating from it becoming brighter. One step, then another. They just want to see what it says, and then they'll go.
To protect the Vessel, the Dreamers lay sleeping...
They look up immediately as the shields slam into place, keeping them on the pedestal, but it doesn't last very long. Someone is talking to them, and they clutch their head and sink to their knees as the voices tear into them. Demanding answers to questions they don't know what to do with. They scrabble frantically, clearly panicking, attempting to escape back to their only point of safety and finding no reprieve.
For a child like them, this is far too disorienting to deal with, even if they had any power to affect a dream or fight back. For Grimm, though...it would probably be easy to break the barrier keeping them there. The Dreamers have only weakened, in their long slumber. They have very little power left to use. ]
[The second the shields slam down Grimm back-steps, a reflex born from being burned by the Radiance's dreams once in the past. Yet he is back at the solid veil of light keeping him away from the Vessel.
He should have known this would happen. Grimm was counting on the fact that they were too weak to put up a barrier and perhaps if they noticed the child, they'd respond to the Vessel's presence with a little tact. He understood why they are responding the way they are but clearly not interrogating the child who clearly did not completely understand what was going on was too much to ask for.
But this was on Grimm for failing to act quickly to spare the Vessel and it is on him now to respond quickly. His fist slams against the shield and a large burst of red dream-catcher particles bursting from the sheer force of the strike. It will likely attract the attention of the rest of the Grimm Troupe but Grimm has no choice.
On the edges of the dream a voice echos, a power knocking quietly on the metaphorical door. The flame's voice is deep and raw, a voice that has not spoken in eons. Rusted from disuse the Nightmare King's voice seeps into the dream and worms into the fears of those present. The Vessel's panic of what is happening to them and the Dreamers' fear at their presence....it is the voice of horror, the moment when a good dream changes to a nightmare.
"Teacher...Watcher...Beast.
Vessel...
Begone...or I will burn you all alive."
The shield shatters with a loud crack in reality, brought down by Grimm's hands and the Dreamers' retreat. Grimm will not wait for the Vessel to stand and instead scoops them up before dashing out of the Resting Grounds.]
[ Things are happening very quickly, all at once; it's something they're not quite able to comprehend properly. Not yet, at least. A light they're fearful of, voices demanding things of them they don't understand, and the sudden presence of a familiar flame they remember.
(Despite that horror, they are already finding comfort in the voice that snaps them from the trance induced by light. Shadows dream of endless fire.)
It's lucky that Grimm is foresighted enough to pick them up and run; standing under their own power is beyond them for the moment. All they can do is hold onto his cloak, shaking violently, clearly frightened by the intrusion they'd just experienced.
They bury their face in his shoulder, refusing to look at the world around them until everything stops moving and their head stops hurting. Hopefully nothing tries to target them specifically in the meantime, because they're in no state to defend themselves right now.
At least nothing appears to be coming after them - not yet, at least. ]
[The connection to the dream snaps like a twig, the Nightmare King's voice lingering in everyone's minds for a little while before he returns to silent oblivion. Grimm, for his part, does not stop moving until they reach the Black Egg Temple.
He knows what is here, who is calling for help with the sliver of hope that they cannot repress. But they will not assault the mind of a child with questions they cannot understand, let alone answer. And the Radiance would not dare send her sickened husks into this place. Grimm was not in the mood for dealing with such things at the moment.
Instead he tucks them both into a corner of the temple where he can see both exits before sitting down.]
Deep breaths my friend, deep breaths. I am sorry for subjecting you to the bright dreams of the Dreamers. Their cruelty has reasons behind it but it should not have happened in the first place. Are you alright?
[ The temple is silent, and still. It helps them refocus, recollect themselves, come back to the present.
They don't know why he apologises to them; when he says he's sorry, they make a slight movement of their head, shaking it. One small hand uncurling from its tight grip on his cloak to pat his arm instead. It's fine. It's fine.
"Are you alright" takes a slightly longer time to respond to, but after a moment, they nod. Yes, they're feeling better. Tired, still, but less so.
They look up at him, after a moment. Tilting their head to the side. Perhaps they're asking the same of him, though why they would is currently a mystery. ]
[A fire burns with the knowledge it will one day run out of kindling. That is Grimm's fate as the God of Nightmares and thus he is saddened and hurt when one's life is cut down before their time. The Vessel was strong to live on their own for as long as they did with the Radiance's force knocking on the door for reasons they cannot help. The Dreamers bore down upon them again for reasons beyond the child's control.
They all have their reasons but that does not mean Grimm cannot wish that wasn't the case.
Gently he pats the top of his head, sighing.]
I am fine. The Dreamers will not harm me. [If the voice was anything to go by, it would end...poorly if they tried.] I just believe they should have asked you those questions in a politer manner.
[It would have been better to ask him, honestly. But Grimm does not know if Wyrm ever spoke of him to the Dreamers or what he would have said if that was the case.]
[ The Vessel simply tilts their head a little at the words, giving off the impression of confusion. Now that the moment is over, and they've had time to process it, they've accepted it as it was, not questioning whether it could have been done differently.
They do not understand why he wishes it could have been otherwise.
After a moment, they turn to look at the sealed egg, that strong sense of curiosity overriding fear. Letting go of his cloak to approach it, cautiously. The masks glowing on the door give them significant pause before they decide to walk up anyway, and when nothing happens, they touch it.
They trace the rough ridges and whorls of the closed door, as far as they can reach; made to look even smaller by its sheer size. Head cocked as if they're listening for something, or to something inside.
They rest their forehead against the door for a brief moment before straightening again, giving it a little pat before turning around. Looking at him, and then at one of the temple's entrances, and then running back up to him to tug on his cloak.
Looks like they're ready to leave. Whatever they felt they needed to do in the egg's presence, it's finished now. ]
[Grimm sees their confusion at his words but does not elaborate. Perhaps once they learn more of themself, to feel and contextualize why such things follow the Vessel even if they ever try to shake it...then he would.
The notes in the song have changed but it still is the song of a Vessel. The dark and sorrowful history of the Abyss and the Pale King will follow them.
There is nothing that Grimm can hear within the Black Egg Temple. The call for help is not for either the Troupe Master nor the God of Nightmares, even if it pulled at the edges of the darkest realm. It was a call made by the sleepless, of a once-strong seal. Of a scared, dying child.
Do not hope. (Help me.)
They tug on his cloak and Grimm looks down and smiles before standing again.]
And on we go, my friend.
[The adventure out of the Forgotten Crossroads are uneventful for the most part. The husks are back in full force but defeating them is easy and frankly Grimm is not in the mood to really draw it out into a dance. So up the rope they go to Dirtmouth.
The tiny town is silent as they both walk out of the well but as they move along the empty houses and the one remaining bug who skitters out of Grimm's way but looks at the Vessel with curiosity, soon music begins to float on the air. The red writing on the signs nearby point them in the direction of red tents and the Grimmsteads that stare in the pair's direction.
Brumm is standing outside, looking back and forward for his Master. Grimm knew the Nightmare King's voice before the Ritual would attract the attention of his Troupe and the words themselves were not comforting. Brumm may not speak much but his actions spoke to his nervousness. He catches the larger bug's attention with a wave before looking down at the Vessel.]
Here we are, the tents of the Grimm Troupe. Our home in the realm of reality.
[ If it weren't for their firm grip on Grimm's cloak reminding them to move along, the Vessel would likely have to play a constant game of catching up; the way their head moves constantly, attempting to take everything in, is almost comical. They're intensely curious, that much is certain.
When they pass the sole inhabitant of the town, they let go, briefly. To look up at the other bug and to listen to the few words he has to say, a disquieted murmur.
After a little hesitation, they give his cloak a soft pat. Some attempt at comfort or communication? It's unclear. But they're soon back at Grimm's side, running after him to catch up.
More new bugs, living ones. Not husks filled with light, or strange, ephemeral dreams.
After a moment, they hesitantly mimic Grimm's gesture, waving awkwardly at Brumm, and then at the Grimmsteeds peering down at this newcomer. They seem to be at a loss as to what to do after that; they stare up at the Troupe Master helplessly. They're apparently waiting for permission to enter.
(Always waiting for orders, for someone else's word or command. An instinct imprinted on their soul from the moment they were born.) ]
[It is rather adorable to see the Vessel expressing curiosity and it likely will be good for them to hear that they would not be completely bound to staying in the tent when the Grimm Troupe traveled to different worlds. As long as they were there for the shows themselves, they could explore as they saw fit.
And it is always good to see the life that still is within these dying lands. Grimm consumed the flames that remained when kingdoms fell but that did not mean life could not be reborn from the ashes. He was the Nightmare King, not a reaper.
The Vessel stops after waving at Brumm and the Grimmsteeds, waiting for the command to tell them what to do next. It was what they were created for, to listen to someone's words and follow the orders they were given until they had nothing else left to give.
Grimm is not that type of person. He expected certain things to be done when it came to the shows and the Ritual but otherwise encouraged individual thought. A God may be more wary with free will within their followers but Grimm was the Troupe Master.
And that was much more fun. He kneels in front of the Vessel and smiles.]
What is it you wish to do now, my friend?
[What do you want to do, with the choice put in your own hands?]
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It is a long walk ahead of them. Grimm cannot teleport himself and someone else and regardless of the Vessel's abilities in combat he would not subject them to Deepnest just so they can take the tram. Grimm could not see through the webs that the beasts wove despite his power and it was best to keep their agreement between the Pale King intact.
If they cut through the City of Tears and take the elevator up to the Resting Grounds, there was a tram that could take them to the Forgotten Crossroads. From there, Dirtmouth and the tents of the Grimm Troupe. It is not a completely danger free path (no place in Hallownest was) but he is certain they can both handle it.
And he rather liked the Resting Grounds, even if they were not reasons that could be classified as good. It would also be nice to see the City again. Even in the grip of death, Hallownest retained some level of beauty within its sorrow.
When the Vessel stops Grimm does as well. He cannot hear what they do but there is something on the wind that he does understand. There is a change, a new note in the endless song.
It is something to consider, but now it is time to move on.
Once they begin to approach the City, he feels a need to issue a warning.]
This place is the center of Hallownest, its grand city. We are heading towards an elevator near a place known as the Pleasure House. It will take us to the quiet Resting Grounds and from there, the Forgotten Crossroads and Dirtmouth, where my Troupe await.
[He turns towards the Vessel, kneeling down so they can speak face-to-face.]
We will likely face opposition as we make our way along this path. You will not have to face our opponents alone as I will be with you, but this is a warning of what is waiting ahead.
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Enemies, in a place they don't know. Now that they've emerged, they can feel the animosity of that light once more; they don't need to be warned twice. They simply nod, letting go of his cloak in order to draw their weapon.
Combat is a simple affair; natural strength and a nail to wield, even an old one, is all they require. The change in scenery doesn't even register to them, it seems; they are entirely riveted on meeting and striking down what enemies come towards them. Will bent to a sharp point.
Well, mostly. They seem almost hesitant, at points, and it almost gets them struck once or twice if Grimm doesn't intervene. (Even with his assistance, they seem slow to wield, as if attempting to measure their own strength, their own strikes; exerting only what is necessary, even on husks they know are bent towards their destruction.)
When the coast is clear, they simply stop, and they seem to...realise, for the first time, that something has changed around them. They turn their face upward, holding their weapon loosely in one hand, reaching out with clear fascination in what seems to be an attempt to catch the water falling from above.
Their small frame has become quickly soaked by the constant downpour that gives the heart of Hallownest its name. They don't seem to mind in the least. ]
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The animosity of the light hellbent on the Vessel changes to one of mild shock and curiously, "Why are you here?" as both a question and an alarm. They are not the only one who that light knows. Once upon a time Grimm and the light were in union, but now no more.
A pity but a clash of personalities and a divide meant they no longer could come to an agreement.
The violence eventually calms and all that remains is the sound of the city's rain. Grimm is amused at the Vessel's clear display of fascination with the rain. They do indeed have their own traits, even if it is thus far a healthy sense of curiosity.]
Beautiful, is it not? It perpetually rains in the heart of Hallownest due to the lake above us and its crystal clear water dripping through the cracks in the ceiling. Once upon a time, this place was bustling with bugs of all shapes and sizes, living lives of riches and luxury. Few remain now but the city is as everlasting as it was in the past.
[Even if it came from the many sacrifices of others the City of Tears stands tall, locked away from the rest of the world. Although, in the end...
Grimm shakes his head and looks up.]
Our next destination is higher up, thus it will be a bit of a climb. Are you ready, my friend?
[The Pleasure House and its wonderful song is next.]
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(tells them a story)
there's a greater sense of attention. To the cadence of his words, to what they mean in full; they're trying to listen, to understand. Attempting to conjure an image of a past they have never seen, in a city they were hidden deep under.
(They are already learning, given something new. A cloak, a kind warmth. A tale told.)
They shake their cloak a little in some odd and vain attempt to shed the water they've accumulated there, and then return to his side, giving him a little nod. Yes, they're ready. They'll follow where he leads them. Their former wariness has all but gone. ]
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Grimm personally had mixed feelings. But now in the present it was good to see the Vessel was starting to trust him. That means Grimm could not lead them astray.
The trip to the Pleasure House involves going upwards. Curiously while there are indeed husks still about, they seem almost wary of approaching. It is not fear and they will engage if either Grimm or the Vessel wander too close but almost like they were observing the pair.
That aside, it is a little comical when they get to the elevator. The Vessel may be too small to hit the switch leading up but Grimm was also too tall to stand inside comfortably, having to crouch down to fit in. Was this punishment for making fun of Wyrm's short stature? Most likely.
The ride to the top is smooth sailing, despite the sight of corpses occasionally caught in the shadows of other passages. But at the top there are no dangers and more importantly the song of a singer long dead.]
A lovely song even in death. There is also a hot spring if you are feeling cold.
[Grimm was fine as he had his flame and personally did not agree with water. But the Vessel is welcome to go take a dip if they are curious enough.]
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The elevator is an odd metal cage they're confused by the purpose of. Perhaps if they'd known what it was to find anything funny, they might have made some indication of amusement as Grimm crouches beside them, but they just tilt their head curiously instead.
Then it starts to move and it's probably Grimm's turn to be amused as they skitter about in confusion and cling to his cloak again, which is the only safe object they can think of. Even when the elevator stops its movement, they still hold on tightly.
The plaintive sound of a song and the noise of water distracts them from their fear of their newest experience, however. It takes a long moment, but then curiosity overrides their desire to stay where things are safe, and they go to explore.
A series of splashes from one of the connecting rooms indicates they've apparently decide to try the hot spring first, but they tire of it soon enough. Ultimately, Grimm will find them sitting politely on the abandoned stage, apparently enraptured by the sound of music.
It's like nothing they've ever heard before, this melody given life through someone's voice. Their stillness and poised posture suggests they could sit here forever if left alone.
But as soon as their attention is sufficiently drawn away, they're quick to hop to their feet again. Curiosity is sated, at least for the moment; they're ready to go. ]
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The Resting Grounds contained the monument to the Dreamers and once they arrive to the Forgotten Crossroads, they will have to pass the Black Egg Temple. There were many, many things that could happen and Grimm was not omniscient. The fate of the Vessel had been changed by the Troupe Master's hand and these two places may do so as well.
But for now there is warm water and soothing song. The spirit of a long-dead singer still lingering for her audience even if they are simply a child of the void and a travelling performer. Grimm lingers a little longer then he should - they are not on any particular timer but he did not wish to stress Brumm too much - but the song is beautiful. Still, he cannot do anything for lingering souls, even his own. Grimm would offer her an audience in the form of those who came to see the Grimm Troupe if he could.
So they press onto a bigger elevator (thankfully) but a longer ride up. Upon exiting they are both greeted by deafening silence and a somber atmosphere.]
This is the Resting Grounds, the graveyard of those who have passed into the afterlife of dreams. Many bugs are buried here by friends and family and it was once considered a place of worship for some.
[The place where the moths once lived and now home to the monument of the Dreamers, the second seal placed by the Pale King over the Hollow Knight. The walk to the exit to the Forgotten Crossroads is a short one but Grimm is acutely aware of the gazes on their backs.
The monument is to the left. And it will remain that way unless something happens.]
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They show no particular desire to head in any direction, simply following the Troupe Master's lead - though...they look towards the direction of the monument, head tilting, and tug at his cloak with that same spark of curiosity they'd repeatedly demonstrated.
They point at it and look up at him, inquisitive. What is it, that strange thing? A grave, like so many others? Or something else?
(It glows in their sight. Something calling them. They're not sure why.) ]
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He has not been one to squash curiosity. Every single iteration of Grimm has been curious in one way or another and it would be a shame to deny the Vessel a chance to explore. The Dreamers were connected to the Hollow Knight, who was and always will be connected to those born before it. Even if this Vessel becomes soaked in the flames of the Grimm Troupe that would not change.]
It is the monument to the three Dreamers, those who aid the Hollow Knight in their slumber. Monomon the Teacher, Lurien the Watcher and Herrah the Beast.
[Grimm did not know if they were aware of their presence in the Resting Grounds but chances were good they did. He was a burning flame igniting a forest and the Vessel was the absence of everything in anything. He had no way to predict what will happen next.]
We will need to be careful but if you wish to see it I will go with you.
[Perhaps his presence will mitigate the end result. But it is the Vessel's choice if this goes anywhere to begin with.]
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The Hollow Knight. Yes, they remember. The pure vessel, the chosen child.
(taken, imprisoned, lost)
The feeling that stirs in them is one they don't understand. Everything is as it was meant to be. It was a simple thing; one was good, and the others were not. Only one was perfect, the rest cast down. That was just how it was.
(Why do they feel sad, then?)
They approach the monument carefully, the light emanating from it becoming brighter. One step, then another. They just want to see what it says, and then they'll go.
To protect the Vessel, the Dreamers lay sleeping...
They look up immediately as the shields slam into place, keeping them on the pedestal, but it doesn't last very long. Someone is talking to them, and they clutch their head and sink to their knees as the voices tear into them. Demanding answers to questions they don't know what to do with. They scrabble frantically, clearly panicking, attempting to escape back to their only point of safety and finding no reprieve.
For a child like them, this is far too disorienting to deal with, even if they had any power to affect a dream or fight back. For Grimm, though...it would probably be easy to break the barrier keeping them there. The Dreamers have only weakened, in their long slumber. They have very little power left to use. ]
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He should have known this would happen. Grimm was counting on the fact that they were too weak to put up a barrier and perhaps if they noticed the child, they'd respond to the Vessel's presence with a little tact. He understood why they are responding the way they are but clearly not interrogating the child who clearly did not completely understand what was going on was too much to ask for.
But this was on Grimm for failing to act quickly to spare the Vessel and it is on him now to respond quickly. His fist slams against the shield and a large burst of red dream-catcher particles bursting from the sheer force of the strike. It will likely attract the attention of the rest of the Grimm Troupe but Grimm has no choice.
On the edges of the dream a voice echos, a power knocking quietly on the metaphorical door. The flame's voice is deep and raw, a voice that has not spoken in eons. Rusted from disuse the Nightmare King's voice seeps into the dream and worms into the fears of those present. The Vessel's panic of what is happening to them and the Dreamers' fear at their presence....it is the voice of horror, the moment when a good dream changes to a nightmare.
"Teacher...Watcher...Beast.
Vessel...
Begone...or I will burn you all alive."
The shield shatters with a loud crack in reality, brought down by Grimm's hands and the Dreamers' retreat. Grimm will not wait for the Vessel to stand and instead scoops them up before dashing out of the Resting Grounds.]
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(Despite that horror, they are already finding comfort in the voice that snaps them from the trance induced by light. Shadows dream of endless fire.)
It's lucky that Grimm is foresighted enough to pick them up and run; standing under their own power is beyond them for the moment. All they can do is hold onto his cloak, shaking violently, clearly frightened by the intrusion they'd just experienced.
They bury their face in his shoulder, refusing to look at the world around them until everything stops moving and their head stops hurting. Hopefully nothing tries to target them specifically in the meantime, because they're in no state to defend themselves right now.
At least nothing appears to be coming after them - not yet, at least. ]
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He knows what is here, who is calling for help with the sliver of hope that they cannot repress. But they will not assault the mind of a child with questions they cannot understand, let alone answer. And the Radiance would not dare send her sickened husks into this place. Grimm was not in the mood for dealing with such things at the moment.
Instead he tucks them both into a corner of the temple where he can see both exits before sitting down.]
Deep breaths my friend, deep breaths. I am sorry for subjecting you to the bright dreams of the Dreamers. Their cruelty has reasons behind it but it should not have happened in the first place. Are you alright?
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They don't know why he apologises to them; when he says he's sorry, they make a slight movement of their head, shaking it. One small hand uncurling from its tight grip on his cloak to pat his arm instead. It's fine. It's fine.
"Are you alright" takes a slightly longer time to respond to, but after a moment, they nod. Yes, they're feeling better. Tired, still, but less so.
They look up at him, after a moment. Tilting their head to the side. Perhaps they're asking the same of him, though why they would is currently a mystery. ]
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They all have their reasons but that does not mean Grimm cannot wish that wasn't the case.
Gently he pats the top of his head, sighing.]
I am fine. The Dreamers will not harm me. [If the voice was anything to go by, it would end...poorly if they tried.] I just believe they should have asked you those questions in a politer manner.
[It would have been better to ask him, honestly. But Grimm does not know if Wyrm ever spoke of him to the Dreamers or what he would have said if that was the case.]
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They do not understand why he wishes it could have been otherwise.
After a moment, they turn to look at the sealed egg, that strong sense of curiosity overriding fear. Letting go of his cloak to approach it, cautiously. The masks glowing on the door give them significant pause before they decide to walk up anyway, and when nothing happens, they touch it.
They trace the rough ridges and whorls of the closed door, as far as they can reach; made to look even smaller by its sheer size. Head cocked as if they're listening for something, or to something inside.
They rest their forehead against the door for a brief moment before straightening again, giving it a little pat before turning around. Looking at him, and then at one of the temple's entrances, and then running back up to him to tug on his cloak.
Looks like they're ready to leave. Whatever they felt they needed to do in the egg's presence, it's finished now. ]
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The notes in the song have changed but it still is the song of a Vessel. The dark and sorrowful history of the Abyss and the Pale King will follow them.
There is nothing that Grimm can hear within the Black Egg Temple. The call for help is not for either the Troupe Master nor the God of Nightmares, even if it pulled at the edges of the darkest realm. It was a call made by the sleepless, of a once-strong seal. Of a scared, dying child.
Do not hope.
(Help me.)
They tug on his cloak and Grimm looks down and smiles before standing again.]
And on we go, my friend.
[The adventure out of the Forgotten Crossroads are uneventful for the most part. The husks are back in full force but defeating them is easy and frankly Grimm is not in the mood to really draw it out into a dance. So up the rope they go to Dirtmouth.
The tiny town is silent as they both walk out of the well but as they move along the empty houses and the one remaining bug who skitters out of Grimm's way but looks at the Vessel with curiosity, soon music begins to float on the air. The red writing on the signs nearby point them in the direction of red tents and the Grimmsteads that stare in the pair's direction.
Brumm is standing outside, looking back and forward for his Master. Grimm knew the Nightmare King's voice before the Ritual would attract the attention of his Troupe and the words themselves were not comforting. Brumm may not speak much but his actions spoke to his nervousness. He catches the larger bug's attention with a wave before looking down at the Vessel.]
Here we are, the tents of the Grimm Troupe. Our home in the realm of reality.
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When they pass the sole inhabitant of the town, they let go, briefly. To look up at the other bug and to listen to the few words he has to say, a disquieted murmur.
After a little hesitation, they give his cloak a soft pat. Some attempt at comfort or communication? It's unclear. But they're soon back at Grimm's side, running after him to catch up.
More new bugs, living ones. Not husks filled with light, or strange, ephemeral dreams.
After a moment, they hesitantly mimic Grimm's gesture, waving awkwardly at Brumm, and then at the Grimmsteeds peering down at this newcomer. They seem to be at a loss as to what to do after that; they stare up at the Troupe Master helplessly. They're apparently waiting for permission to enter.
(Always waiting for orders, for someone else's word or command. An instinct imprinted on their soul from the moment they were born.) ]
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And it is always good to see the life that still is within these dying lands. Grimm consumed the flames that remained when kingdoms fell but that did not mean life could not be reborn from the ashes. He was the Nightmare King, not a reaper.
The Vessel stops after waving at Brumm and the Grimmsteeds, waiting for the command to tell them what to do next. It was what they were created for, to listen to someone's words and follow the orders they were given until they had nothing else left to give.
Grimm is not that type of person. He expected certain things to be done when it came to the shows and the Ritual but otherwise encouraged individual thought. A God may be more wary with free will within their followers but Grimm was the Troupe Master.
And that was much more fun. He kneels in front of the Vessel and smiles.]
What is it you wish to do now, my friend?
[What do you want to do, with the choice put in your own hands?]