Remyis wandered the ruined kingdom of Hallownest. Deep, deep down within it. Something about this place, with the bits of black floating around, called him to it. Perhaps a life of the past? Regardless, he steps into a large open and ruined area, where something once was, but no longer is. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)
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A lone bug sits among the ruins, horned head tilted upwards, back turned to the newcomer. The same black stains his hands, his robes, and even the plating of his face. He’s so still, he could be mistaken for dead, if not for the fact his six wings idly twitch.
When he speaks, it’s through the mind rather than aloud. “What brings you to this place?”
“Hm... no, that was the worst I had that I was willing to let be struck down. I wouldn’t just throw in one of my favorite gladiators.” Lord Fool laughs. “You’re clearly skilled if you managed to take down Tasken.”
















