I honestly thought the Storm Hawks fandom was completely dead but I'm surprised to see quite a few people on here making art and stuff :D HIII STORM HAWKS FANS
Which of these 2000s Canadian Cartoons was/is your favorite?
ReBoot
Martin Mystery
Total Drama Island
Cybersix
6teen
Atomic Betty
Being Ian
Ruby Gloom
Stormhawks
Wayside
Voting ended onMay 9, 2023
Non Canadians are welcome to answer if youve seen any of these! I considered not putting TDI on as it has a high chance of winning but I wanted to put shows I remembered watching a lot of so....
A little depiction of Piper from the Storm Hawks, a cartoon that not many people may remember. Here we see the specialist standing ready to plan and play her part in defending against the vile Cyclonians. Enjoy!
Returning to the Liftside Chamber, there was this one stubborn door that refused to open. Which was frustrating because it led right down into that mystery abyss.
I tried dropping down from the ledge right outside the chamber, but only got a sprained ankle for my troubles and the realization that, while I could keep going down, I could not get back up to unlock that door.
So, time to go up. I took the lift to the top of the tower, and found a very peculiar sight. Miniature jars, like Alexander but much smaller. Seemed almost cute.
....until the mother jar showed up. It tried to smash me with its bulk while the little ones pounded me with their tiny fists. Once I shattered them, the big one dropped a Living Jar Shard and a.... a.... a meat dumpling.
Oh gods those are teeth.
A pungent raw meatball, made succulent by virtue of being on the verge of turning. Heals, but also poisons the user. Not recommended for those who prefer to know the origin of their meats.
Thanks, voice. If I run out of Crimson Tears, I'll just die instead.
This confirms what I suspected about Alexander. He is definitely filled with actual people, mashed into a pulp. The though turned my stomach even more than the "dumpling" did.
The jars actually were alive. Not just animated. The meat had turned into some sort of...tissue.
A fragment of a living jar, hardened after its death. Such fragments command a high price due to the magical power locked within. This leaves the living jars unfortunate targets for poachers.
So why were there so many of these broken around the Weeping Peninsula Minor Erdtree?
Another thing I found in the jar nest was a Cracked Pot, like the kind I use for holy water or fire. Are these jar eggs or something? If I put human meat in it, would it grow into one of those smaller jars and attack me? Curiosity and disgust warred in me, but disgust won. I would not be investigating that.
Past that was a very strange collapsed part of the floor. It looked less like a collapse and more like an impact. Like something landed here and dug a furrow, collapsing several floors before coming to a stop. It was hard to even envision what this place was before the collapse, and the only way I could make sense of it was that this is a place where construction stopped. Whatever renovations Godrick was making had completely petered out at this spot. Even if the rest of it was sometimes a confusing patchwork, the construction here did not match up at all.
I climbed up some scaffolding to a ledge, then across to a window. When I stepped out, I saw another one of those red Banished Knights. She was kneeling over the corpse of one of those fire-breathing Warhawks, with a regular Stormhawk joining her.
Had she killed it? If so, she still clearly held great respect for the beast. The feeling was mutual, as the other hawk was docile and joining her mourning. This all but confirmed for me that the hawks were intelligent. Perhaps the Banished Knights were once kin to the hawks of Stormveil, but the Warhawk hadn't recognized her due to its far more invasive prosthetics.
I continued on my path through a storage room, across more scaffolding, up to an even worse collapsed floor, and into what seemed like an even older part of the castle.
Here, the construction was completely different. It felt even more familiar. The only inhabitants were long-neck commoners, who didn't appreciate my intrusion. Under the stairs, someone had stashed a Manor Towershield
An iron greatshield large enough to cover the entire body. Depicts the Roundtable Hold, gathering place of champions.
God. It just hit me. I finally figured it out. Why the older parts of the castle seemed so familiar. The arms, the armor, the whole thing. I'd been looking at it for so long without seeing the significance, I didn't even notice it anymore.
The Roundtable Hold. This castle was exactly like the Roundtable Hold. At least, originally. The same arms and armor that decorate Stormveil could be found there.
Before the gaudy facades. Before the curse of pox and thorns.
At one time, Stormveil and the Roundtable Hold had been twin castles.
I stepped out on the battlement, and a rune message greeted me. Far more articulate than your typical runes, and with Rogier's visage. I knew that if I followed his instructions, I'd finally reach the secret of Stormveil Castle.
Were the knights banished from the Roundtable Hold?
