#SimsbyNight – Episode 26 (Part I,2): "Whispers in the Blackwood Library"
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“‘The First Silence came not before sound, but after the first scream.’ There are no creation myths here—only post-traumas dressed as genesis.”
“She was in the monastery too… Nymeris. Sun in one hand, moon in the other. Balance by burden.”
“This tablet stuff—it’s got weight. Like… gravity on the soul. Not fake. Just forgotten.”
"Forgotten doesn’t mean useful. What does it give us—hope? Because I need more than hope to fight Victor.”
“Maybe it gives context. And context is what builds resolve.”
“The wound in the sky. The chains made of names. These are not poetry. They are architecture for belief. And belief shapes war.”
“So what you’re saying is… this is a blueprint? Of what? How to fail gloriously?”
“No. How to be willing to fail. And still walk into the dark.”
“Faith as function. Myth as operational logic. That’s… unsettling. But fascinating.”
“Aur-Mor didn’t win. He just… stayed. Chose to stay, knowing it would end him. That’s not strategy. That’s love.”
"Cool story. How’s it help us punch Victor?"
"Dust becomes bone becomes war. This is the punch."
(They enter in Anthony's Private Study)
“That’s her. The one from the crypt. The one with too many names and not enough endings.”
“Is this… a relic? A warning? Or just a very cursed paperweight?”
(Pisha starts the ritual)
“Stone of sorrow, crystal of fracture, breath of the once-spoken—wake. Wake from your dream of death. Anthony Blackwood. Your failure haunts these walls. Speak of the Tablets."
“The aether here is unstable. Something’s responding.”
“If a ghost pops up screaming riddles, I’m not responsible for my reflexes.”
"Victor… took my research. Twisted it. The Tablets aren’t history—they’re instructions."
Next Episode: “Blood, Tablets & Broken Oaths” – Memory, myth, and monstrous origins. What truth slumbers beneath Victor’s family name?
Can Anthony’s past save the future… or doom it?
What secrets lie buried in the Blackwood blood?
All shall be revealed—Same Bat-time, same Bat-Tumblr acCount! 🧛 (pun intended)!
#SimsbyNight – Episode 26 (Part I): "Whispers in the Blackwood Library"
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"Eleanor has just sent the lab's blueprints!"
"This ‘Hemolith Core’ chamber… it’s lined with Ravenwood crystals. Like a battery."
“So… ‘sublevel four’ is where the real nightmares hide, huh?”
“That’s where Blair is.”
“Then that’s where we go.”
(A tense game of Simbles—Sierra, Rebecca, and Pisha trade casual barbs over strategic moves).
“Ha! ‘Quixotry.’ Triple score.”
“Really? Playing Cervantes when I haven’t had my second plasma latte?”
“Language is ritual. All games are. This one simply uses smaller runes.”
“Any of you tried ‘crystallurgy’? I think it’s the only word I haven’t heard Rebecca use this week.”
“The Crystal Skull whispered again. Anthony Blackwood’s library holds answers—buried under his grief.”
"Darling, if I wanted more riddles, I’d date a Malkavian."
“Anthony Blackwood. I've never thought I’d walk through his notes.”
(Back in the Blackwood Estate)
Leslie: “Yep. Definitely a ‘my ego is justified by obscure knowledge’ kind of household.”
“It’s here. The wound. The scripture that bleeds.”
“Please don’t say it’s ‘the Necronomicon’...”
“This… is not merely myth. Tablets of Creation. Bound not in ink, but in will. I’ve read apocrypha… but this is structure born of wound and intention.”
“Structure, yes. But is it coherent? I see echoes of Mesopotamian dualism and some very uncomfortably Platonic bifurcations. Fever dream with footnotes.”
“There is method in its fracture. The hero—Aur-Mor—kills not to rule, but to stop the unmaking.”
“ Let's see the books on this coffee table. Hum...’Ritual Sacrifices of the Third Chantry’… light reading for a rainy night”.
(The girls keep talking about the Tablets of Creation).
“It’s… beautiful. Tiam’el dreams herself into the world. And dies so creation could breathe. That’s not conquest. That’s grief.”
“Sure. But unless it teaches us how to fight Victor, it’s just poetry. Nice poetry. But useless.”
“Dust is where all bones return. And from bones, we build our weapons. Aur-Mor kills his mother. Not out of hate—but to end her dream before it unravels all. Then he faces his father—law without soul—and casts him into the mire where reason drowns.”
“Symbolic containment. Naming as binding. Trauma processed through world-making.”
“No. It’s about love. He becomes the land. He doesn’t rule. He roots. That’s heartbreak, not hubris. "
“Okay, but I’ve signed three brand deals and a fragrance campaign. Am I a god?”
“Maybe if your cologne caused existential crises, I’d say yes.”
“‘...And Aur-Mor drew forth the blade of origin, carved not of steel, but memory.’ This isn’t metaphor. This isn’t religion. This is remembrance. It’s behavioral architecture. Myth doesn’t tell us what to do. It tells us why we can’t stop doing it.”
“So the question isn’t who we are... it’s who we’re meant to kill.”
