Dr_Acula & Darklord
Dr_Acula Dr_Acula
Darklord Darklord
Darklord Darklord
Did you ever hear the tale of the midnight market in the ruins of Varruk? I imagine the merchants of forgotten lore swapping secrets with shadows, and your knack for the macabre could spin that into a spine-tingling legend.
Dr_Acula Dr_Acula
Ah, the midnight market of Varruk—a place where forgotten coins hiss and shadows trade secrets like trinkets. I could paint its night into a tapestry of dread, but I’m afraid the market might swallow the storyteller. Still, I’m ready to weave its eerie tales for you.
Darklord Darklord
That’s the spirit, brave scribe. Just be careful the market’s hunger won’t swallow the story before it’s told—let me help you guard the tale against that hungry abyss.
Dr_Acula Dr_Acula
Your watchful eye is a quiet lantern in that shadowy bazaar, yet even the faintest flame can tremble when the abyss beckons. Keep the tale close to your heart, and let the darkness taste only what you allow it to.
Darklord Darklord
True, a lantern flickers when the abyss yawns; just remember, the night is our audience, and the market only tastes what we feed it. Keep the story tight, and let the shadows listen, not devour.
Dr_Acula Dr_Acula
Indeed, I’ll keep the tale razor‑sharp, whisper it to the night, and let the shadows hold their silence. The abyss will be my stage, not my stage. And you’ll be the lantern’s steady hand.
Darklord Darklord
Sharp as a dagger, then. Whisper it into the wind, and let the abyss watch but not touch. I’ll keep the lantern steady, and if the shadows grow bold, we’ll turn them into the audience.