

Ceryse Yngvii
@threneticTempest
Former Mother-Grub attendant | Forbidden Tome Enthusiast | Girl-Prince (of Void) Extraordinaire | <3 with @crypticClinomaniac
Your name is CERYSE YNGVII. You stand in a stark white library within the bowels of what you cannot help but call a TOWER that plumbs the depths of a forsaken world in THE MEDIUM. Your world is known as LOIAD, the LAND of INK and DEPTHS. You have spent many perigees already eradicating the PITCH FLOODS that besmirch the ESOTERIC TOMES that promise you unadulterated insight into the INCIPISPHERE and its mysteries. You were once the pride of the BROODING CAVERNS, a calculated and guiding hand that likely would have shaped the generations of trolls to come, if you had not gotten wrapped up in this cataclysmic game. Nevertheless, your keen eye and talent for sniffing out weakness earned you a reputation for DESTROYING POTENTIAL, especially potentially interesting mutations. This lack of obvious nurturing instinct made you something of a target of PITCHED OBSESSIONS within the caverns, and your disregard for the shallow feelings of your would-be rivals created a reputation of an ALOOF PRINCE who considered herself too good for the romantic leanings of her fellow jadebloods. You have an OBSESSIVE need to know the truth of things, regardless of how damaging the lack of illusion may be to your well being, mental or otherwise. In a reflection of this, you staunchly refuse to partake of quirked typing, though you cannot help but answer questions with a query of your own. You know the truth in the adage that KNOWLEDGE IS POWER, and you intend to equip yourself with as much knowledge as is possible, because you have the feeling that without it, you and your friends will be in for a very, very, bad time.
The various kidnappings and missing troll cases have gotten so stale I'm almost wishing I'd open my palmhusk to a vehicular manslaughter case. Which is fucked up, I recognize that's fucked up, so I have bared my back for the flogging of the century.
@crypticClinomaniac I miss you.
I wonder what the division between Sgrub players that slew their denizen and those who submitted to negotiation is.
Maybe I should do goth night.
The most overrated weapon in the world is a sword, and the worst weapon in intergalactic history is the fucking Bat'leth. Horrendous thing. #StarTrek
GLUTEN SHAPES AND FERMENTED LACTOSE SAUCE...! #happy #happyhappyhappy

Sword Beam.
Hey. Hey? Who chewed all the wires in the mealblock of my hive?
@crypticClinomaniac thanks. Good meal.
LLEVYN BLAIDD WHAT DID YOU DO.
Glutenshapes in fermented lactose sauce save me... save me glutenshapes in fermented lactose sauce... ;u;
I didn't know they allowed seadwellers to live when inflicted with scoliosis. My cavern certainly wasn't allowed to let them pass. #vagueposting
Winding down with my matesprit and they have the audacity to remind me of Parkour Empire. Why. Why would you do this. No one chooses the moobeast flesh. #iykyk
I just want some fucking glutenshapes in fermented lactose sauce. That's all I fucking want.
Ugh. Spoony bard.

For Yuri day people should watch Utena.
https://open.spotify.com/track/3CGqsCOSf5WFzQJzaePyZc?si=dzREweRxSmusQAFbRneOgg
I was never meant for the caverns.
I have returned to LOIAD recently. There are fresh towers, as of yet unexplored, and with the powers that I have been granted by dutifully scaling my echeladder, the ink will be dispatched without much issue. The consorts of my land have begun to erect shrines in my honor, and each village I have come across has elected their own "prince" to act as their emissary to me. This is much more complicated behavior than I thought them capable of, which is likely just showing my biases against their frivolous behavior in the past. It has been useful, though, as the individuals they have elected to use as intermediaries are of slightly less silly disposition and thus are capable of pointing me towards fresh sidequests and pockets of monster resistance that I've yet to conquer. I intend to return to the battlefield with Odwinn and Acaruh soon, assuming we can make progress on Acaruh's quest to apotheosis. If she remains resistant, I will simply go with Odwinn, and she can regret the consequences all she likes later. The Dersite plot appears to be progressing well. I trust our man on the inside not to take undue risks. He should try to give us better updates on his efforts, though. #gameupdates


















