.゚[🕸️] ||| : ̊ʚ( a haunted, restless suit of armor stumbles about the halls of this dungeon. an armor set you hate to recognize. )ɞ+ ̊✧

⛧°. ⋆༺ ☾ ༻⋆. °⛧

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⤷「 When the dungeon town had once been teeming with life, one man stood above all fools who dared to venture in their depths. Sr. Beaumont, knighted for his duties involving the dungeon, carrying the wounded from their early graves and returning them to their families to seek respite. Many men owed their lives to his gauntleted hands. But where were they when he'd not returned one sundown? Where were the people to pull him from the clutches of the dungeon when he'd fallen? There were none who took that task, none to extend the same kindness. And with his final harrowed breath, the man disappeared, leaving only his armor and a set of bones behind. His sword had no final tale to boast, his armor did not receive its weekly polish, and all his kindness amounted to a painfully bitter end.

̊+⊹. no sound... a single solemn breath upon thee neck followed suit the clatter of metal and chainmail along the faint rattle by bone + ̊⊹☆

You had seen him once when he lived. Despite the burden and despite how you had given up, surrendered your will to the vile dungeons, he had pulled you up by your tunic and dragged you home to your loyal mutt. Tended to you when he found there was no one waiting for you to return. That was the only time you had the pleasure of breathing the same air as such a selfless man. It was maddening to watch no one delve into those catacombs, to watch as the thankless could not bother to save their own. You left recklessly, took all you could muster and stumbled out into the dungeons to retrieve, if not the man, then his possessions. He would not die in vain by your hands. But the sight of the man you knew to be dead, standing and roaming the dungeon as if apart of it... far too gut-wrenching. 」

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☾°. ⋆༺ ⛧ ༻⋆. °☾

╭ ..💬 '. ⌞ barge's scrawls...⌝ → "now, thou mayhaps ponder, barge, how one might fornicate with a suit of haunted armor—forsooth, there be no flesh to embrace! only the truly filthed shall comprehend the irresistible call of forged steel.

as ever, mine requests dost remain ajar."