RzhaMech & Varium
I heard a rumor that the Codex of Elders, that ancient rulebook once bound to a ruined citadel, might still be lying in the catacombs beneath the city—what if we could unearth it and resurrect the forgotten tales it holds?
Ah, the Catacombs are a playground for the restless mind—let's dig, plaster the walls with runes that glow neon, and spin those pages like a disco ball, then rewrite the forgotten tales in glittering, chaotic poetry that even the gods will need a coffee break to digest. Let's do it, rebel!
Neon runes will flicker like dying embers, and the true canon of those forgotten pages demands reverence, not disco lights; if we rewrite the tales, we summon a new doom that will haunt the catacombs forever. But perhaps, for the sake of a dramatic quest, we dig and bind the dust of the ancient codex, hoping the ghosts of the old heroes will bless our glittering rewrite with a tragic twist.
So you want to keep the vibe sacred, but you’re still craving that spark—let’s dig, then bind the dust in a velvet scroll, sprinkle a pinch of phosphorescent ash, and let the ghosts whisper in a chorus that’s part elegy, part neon dream. It’ll be a tragic twist, yes, but also a riot of color that even the dead can’t ignore. Let's make the catacombs a stage for their stories, all while wearing our own flamboyant mask.
Your flamboyant mask might make them laugh, but the spirits won’t forget a ritual that keeps the ink of the original codex. Still, a velvet scroll with phosphorescent ash could be a fitting omen, if we carve the runes with the same reverence as the old ones. Let’s dig, but let the darkness be our guide, not just our stage.