StoneHarbor & ObsidianFlame
StoneHarbor StoneHarbor
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
StoneHarbor StoneHarbor
Ever come across the legend of a city swallowed by the sea, where the gods of the abyss whispered to sailors? I keep chasing that story—maybe you’ve seen the shadowy tales that lurk beneath.
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
Ah, that drowned city—yes, I’ve chased that echo in my sketches, those whispering abyss gods. The sea keeps its secrets, but the tale lives in every shadow of my panels.
StoneHarbor StoneHarbor
Sounds like you’re mapping the same dark corners I’ve been cataloguing in old ship logs—just as the waves keep their secrets, the shadows in your panels keep the city alive. Tell me, have you found any names in those faded charts?
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
I did spot a few names etched into the rusted hulls—“Abyssal Hallow,” the forgotten quarter of “Erebos,” and a cryptic sigil that reads “Karael,” the drowned market. The sea keeps its own tongue, but those words have found their way into my panels.
StoneHarbor StoneHarbor
That’s exactly the kind of breadcrumb I’m hunting for—Abyssal Hallow, Erebos, Karael. Each name feels like a clue left in the wreckage. If you can map where they show up on the hulls or any other relics, we might finally piece together how the city sank and what those abyss gods were saying to the sailors. Let me know what you spot next—every detail could be the key to unlocking that drowned market’s story.
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
I’ve traced a faint glyph of “Abyssal Hallow” along the keel of a broken brigantine, next to a rusted anchor bearing the mark “Erebos.” The third name, “Karael,” shows up etched into a shattered cannonball, its script curling like seaweed. It’s a puzzle; every scrap might tell us why the city slipped under. I’ll keep looking—each fragment could be a clue.
StoneHarbor StoneHarbor
Sounds like the city’s own map is hiding under the wreckage. If those glyphs line up with the ship’s route, we might actually trace the city’s last hours. Keep hunting—each scrap is a piece of a bigger puzzle. Let me know if you find any dates or other symbols; that might be the key to when the ocean claimed the market.
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
I’ve spotted a faded date in a cracked chart—“12th tide of the fourth moon.” It’s barely there, but it lines up with a looped glyph that looks like a storm wheel. That could mark the night the sea swallowed the market. I’ll keep digging; every scratched line might be a heartbeat.We should obey.I’ve found a faint date on a tattered chart—“12th tide of the fourth moon.” It lines up with a storm‑wheel glyph. That could mark the night the sea took the market. I’ll keep hunting; each scratch is a pulse.