#virgil lore

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HOLY SHIT THE AMARANTHINE TRAIN STATION IS REAL??????

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Stumbling to the dark 1 First impressions

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virgil lore time

okay so i'm bored as fuck and y'all seem to be interested in one of my very unfunny stories about a kid i hate...enjoy reading it ig????

i moved to texas at the start of 4th grade.

for the first half of 4th grade, i went to what i'm going to call the crocodile school. mainly because our mascot was a crocodile (or an alligator, i'm not quite sure) and also because i was afraid of my teachers just as much as i was afraid of crocodiles. i disliked pretty much everyone in my class because they were loud and annoying. i really only liked this one girl who was waaaaaay too much into her pokemon phase. but hey. it was better than another kid i knew in the 2nd grade who's probably still one of the most devout christians i will ever meet. she used to make me pray with her at least twice every recess, and she constantly tried to pray for me or try and pray my atheism away like it was a disease or something. it's a long story that i could get into later. but the only thing that matters was that i disliked pretty much everyone at the crocodile school. especially that bitch emily mcdonald (first name is fake for privacy but the last name is real) fuck you emily mcdonald and your little fucking oligarchy GOD i hated that girl

and it seems that one 2nd grade girl prayed hard enough for me because, halfway through the 4th grade, my parents moved again. we moved to a house like 20 minutes away, but the house was zoned to a different school that i will refer to as the horsey school. the school's mascot was technically a train and a horse at the same time, but i thought the train looked fucking ugly so i'm calling it the horse school.

so, at the start of january after christmas break, i walked into my first day at horsey school. i liked this class a lot more! the teachers were nice. we had ms. east (fake name), our writing and history teacher, who was the chillest person ever, and also ms. k (i only remember her first inital), our math and science teacher.

ms. east's class was pretty standard. we wrote shitty papers, read basic texas history, practiced writing for the staar (discount sat test basically), and learned bad parodies of songs to help us remember writing tips. i remember "ice ice baby" was renamed "write write baby". pretty standard.

ms. k's class was where shit got weird. the people in it were mostly just. you know. annoying 4th graders. but this class had a few people who stood out to me. i had two friends in this class. one of them vanished off the face of the earth after we graduated, aaaand the other forgot i existed lmao. there was also a really, really smart guy who i think was named thomas. he was the smartest kid in our class and could easily solve any problem thrown at him, but he would take such a fucking weird route that not even my teacher could make sense of (meanwhile i cried over fractions in the corner). and there were your troublemakers, one of which was hunt (fake name ofc).

hunt was good at two things and two things only: being taller than everyone else (except the teacher ofc) and being a little shit. i never interacted with him much, but it was easy to see he was a bastard child. literally worse than the kid that almost got all of our staar scores cancelled through the sheer power of being an idiot. he was your stereotypical popular yet jerk sports kid all the way from the 4th grade. so i did my best to stay out of his way. it worked pretty well.

and then, one fateful day near the end of the school year, these 2 moms come into our class. one of them is hunt's mom, and...yeah i have no idea who the hell the other one was. but they looked like authorities so i walked over there to see what was going on.

it turned out hunt's mom was on the (parent-run) horsey school yearbook committee, and she would be damned if her son didn't get into the yearbook after all the money she raised for the school. but there was just one problem. hunt's mom wanted her kid to take a photo with someone else...but everyone else was either on unfriendly terms with hunt or just too fucking short to fit in the frame. that kid was massive, even in 4th grade.

and then i walk over. i'm one of the tallest people in the class, and since i had been avoiding hunt all year, i wasn't considered a "not-friend" or anything. just a loner. so that makes me the least bad candidate for hunt's yearbook photo. and so they ask me to go take a photo with hunt, and i'm too timid to say no. so hunt and i go stand by a wall, side by side, and it's awkward as fuck. hunt has a shit-eating grin because he knows he's getting into the yearbook, and it's going into his tiny head, meanwhile i'm just internally dying because ew god no i don't want to be in the shitty yearbook. and then the two moms start giggling. i'm super confused but...whatever. they take the picture, thank me, and leave.

skip to the last day of school. everyone (besides hunt, he took the last two days off of school to go to florida early) gets a yearbook and we're all going around, signing other peoples' yearbooks. my 2 friends are flipping through the pages, trying to see if they got in the yearbook or not (they didn't), when they suddenly call me over, laughing. the fuck? i walked over there, confused as all hell, when they point to a picture.

it's me, awkwardly standing side by side with hunt. i'm nervously smiling and standing straight, trying to make myself taller. hunt has a huge fucking bastard grin on his face and he's standing straight too, trying to make sure everyone who sees that photo knows he's taller than me. but then i see it. i finally saw what my friends are laughing at and why those moms started giggling.

the little fucking shit did the bunny ears thing on me in that photo.

and i've hated him ever since!

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HEY HEY HEY HEY VIRGIL VIRGIL WHAT'S THE BIGGEST MISTAKE YOU'VE EVER MADE????? - duck anon

Virgil: I... um... messed up with Logan once...

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Domestic life

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Ready to go awwww? Ready to cry? Cuz this chapter has both! @goodieghosty

[ask-dnd-sides]

Hey Virgil, you didn’t have any memories when you met remy and Emile, right? How’d you pick out your name?

Virgil: Yes. Well, my name means ‘staff bearer’ and well...

(Virgil pulls a quarterstaff from his and Remus’s bag of holding.)

Virgil: I was found with this. And Remy did call me ‘Vigilance’ for a while with how much I worried over Logan, that stuck and was just shortened to Virgil.

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Can I go back to when Virgil was young, before he lost his memories?

You travel back, likely farther in time than you meant to.

Everything’s dark, you can’t much of anything. And the ambient noise you didn’t even realize you were hearing with Wagon and Co in the forest is gone, and all that’s left is silence. Pure silence

Eventually, you see a faint light far away and even from that, you recognize that you are actually in a rocky cave-like passage, and it is slightly bigger than you expect a passage to be, if just marginally. 

You see in the faint light that there is a figure that is accompanying the light, though they are still too far away to tell their feature

Before the light gets close enough to see who the figure is for sure, however, the light winks out and everything is plunged into darkness once more, this is accompanied with a small sound, likely from the figure.

Though you can’t see the figure, you get the distinct feeling that they’re still moving forwards despite the darkness. Time feels like it’s stretching in the darkness, as before you had become acclimated to the darkness, but the light had reset any hope of seeing anything in the dark, if you even could.

Finally after what feels like too long, another light comes on, and you’re very suddenly moving in tandem with the figure as he runs along the passage. 

In the new light, you can now see who’s the owner of the lights you’ve anticipated.

You see a drow boy that you recognize very quickly as Virgil. He looks much younger than when you last saw him, he couldn’t be more than somewhere between 6-9 years in human standards, and you have no idea what age he could be in elf years as elves mature much slower than humans. He is also wearing what appears to something of a toga-like garment, though concerningly, it is riddled with a plethora of tears and rips, with one of the rips aligning perfectly with a cut you can see sluggishly bleeding on Virgil arm. Virgil doesn’t appear to be concerned with the cut though, perhaps he may not even feel it or know it’s there.

His white hair is draping down his face in places, but Virgil doesn’t appear to even notice as he continues to dash towards his destination. His expression is one of determination, but mixed with that is a fair bit of fear and uncertainty.

You realize that the silence is somewhat strange, as if there’s something you’re missing. You remember hearing a small sound before and you can Virgil’s breath, though it is quite soft for the amount of running you have seen Virgil doing. 

The one thing you realize you aren’t hearing is Virgil’s feet hitting the rocky floor, though you vaguely remember something about Fae being very light on their feet, so you brush the lack of sound off as just that.

Virgil looks back a handful of times as he continues down the passage, and you get the feeling that he isn’t just running to something, but that he’s actively running away from something.

Time feels stretched as Virgil feels like he’s been running for eternity, when you look ahead and realize that you can finally see a light that isn’t coming from the floating orbs of light around Virgil.

Of course, as you realize this, the aforementioned lights around Virgil wink out. However, in the much fainter light ahead of you, you see that Virgil doesn’t seem to be making any move to make another.

As Virgil realizes how close he may be to the end of the passage, he speeds up. Unfortunately, this is to his detriment, as from your very faint ability to see, Virgil snags the tiniest of rocks jutting out of the floor and slams into the ground with the loudest sound you’ve heard in the vision yet.

Virgil lets out the tiniest of whimpers as he immediately goes to pull himself up, though you can tell the fall definitely winded him.

But before Virgil can full get up, you hear something coming from down the tunnel, where Virgil just came from. A hellish shriek that grates your ears. 

Virgil’s eyes widen in fear as he suddenly doubles his effort to pull himself up, and runs faster than you’ve seen as he desperately sprints to the end of the passage.

Another shriek rings through the passage behind Virgil as he darts out of the passage to something you know you’ve never seen before.

In front of Virgil is a gigantic glowing mass of various types of mushrooms and fungi, glowing various colors in places, but over all, a green glow purveys the scene. 

In contrast to the fairly cramped feeling of the passage, the area that Virgil is in now feels as if there’s no ceiling, but what you see in front of you leaves no doubt in your mind where you are. The only place where something like this could be, and also where a vast majority of any drow is born and live in.

The Underdark.

Virgil doesn’t waste anytime looking at the glowing spectacle in front of him though, but instead runs with focused precision towards a giant crag or pure black stalactite rock that funnily enough looked much like a fang. As if the cave was biting into the hulking mass of fungus from above.

As Virgil runs towards the rock, the ground beneath his feet slowly transitions from plain rock to slowly creeping fungus until at the base of the rock, there’s no visible rock anywhere around Virgil.

Just before Virgil can hurl himself into the closet hidey hole in the rock, you hear the shriek like before, but you recognize that it is definitely coming in the large expanse of the greater cave, as the sound bounces in an echo through the cave.

At the sound, Virgil nearly falters, almost freezing in fear, but in a last ditch attempt to get to a place to hide in the rock, Virgil throws himself faster and quickly into the most obscure gouge in the rock, curling up in it and silently crying.

Neither of you took the chance to look at what emerged, but if Virgil was this scared and desperate to get away, perhaps it’s not something you probably want to see.

Unfortunately, even if you wanted to see what happens next, the vision fades as you hear the sounds of whatever’s out there get closer and closer and closer...