As Void Archive maneuvers the broken boat out of choppy waters and closer to land, they will find that the storm deliberately does not touch the village nestled in the sandy bay. Huts of weaved plantlife and shoots of bamboo line the surroundings, dotted with signs of fishers and sailors, weavers and toolmakers.
Signs, and only signs, for what population live her are all ghostly afterimages, chatter a bare whisper as though Void Archive doesn't exist. Only the figure who waved him down seems to see him directly, a little over four and a half feet tall with a rounded mask and a frail posture.
is nik going to give you more music, absolutely, who do you think i am
As Void Archive maneuvers the broken boat out of choppy waters and closer to land, they will find that the storm deliberately does not touch the village nestled in the sandy bay. Huts of weaved plantlife and shoots of bamboo line the surroundings, dotted with signs of fishers and sailors, weavers and toolmakers.
Signs, and only signs, for what population live her are all ghostly afterimages, chatter a bare whisper as though Void Archive doesn't exist. Only the figure who waved him down seems to see him directly, a little over four and a half feet tall with a rounded mask and a frail posture.
Unlike literally everyone else Void Archive has met, this voice is very clear and much younger than her shadowed and wizened body would let on.]
Soaked to the bone but unharmed, I hope?