[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

...? This black-yet-not-black void...? What's that...?? *surge of mild panic* A side effect of the Sleep Draught, perhaps? A vision, perhaps? A lucid dream? Whatever it was, they did not know, but what they DID now was that it was sorta...comfortable around here, in this arcane place. The aura of foreboding is almost tangible, but Bernhard wasn't fearful.

"Of my Truth, you ask...?" Their voice is low, it's not much more than a whisper. Still, there's no small amount of authority ringing in it. "My Truth is that you do not need the company, nor the help, nor the approval of others to achieve greatness. Even if you're fighting alone, even if you're the last one standing, if you are convinced that what you do is RIGHT, then it is so. 

"...My Belief? ...Lady Luck and Miss Fortune know the way. Their means may be unknown to you, their way of showing you the way may be incomprehensible to you, but I trust them knowing what they do. Once I lost it all, once I lost what I held most dear, but both times this led me onto the right path of discovering my talents, of learning more about who I am." "...And I could not be more thankful", he even more quietly adds.

"What I wish for, what my Will is... To find purpose and meaning in the journey ahead. Both of my previous journeys held so much in store, shaped me into who I am now, so I am convinced the one ahead will hold no less meaning. I desire to learn more, hone mine and [yet redacted partner-pokemon]'s unique skills further, and make my Mentor more proud of me than ever before. Let his mentorship and the whole society's training not be in vain. ...That is all."

Intriguing

Your Soul is Tapestry

Made Blank, but Still Full

Constantly made a Great Effort, a Magnificent Work

By You Alone and Other Unique Souls

Past, Present, Future

Unknown and untold

Awaiting the day of Knowing Whole

Who Shall You Become...

What Will Be Made of You...?

Strangely enough, you feel as if this...plane resonates with and with not you, a sepulchral bright Touch seemingly embracing you, softy yet firmly, guiding yet freeing.

Perseverance, Providence, and Pondering

The strength to see your what you started, to the very end

The faith to let your destiny be guided by forces seen and veiled

The mind to dwell on matters mundane or multi-fold until a answer is found

Alone, each can reign supreme

Together, the supreme can be made of anything

So long as one can Endure Endlessly

Can Surrender Self

Can Weave Wisdom

Epics Will Be Made

Whimsy Be Told


Patience of Many-Forms...

Wistful Soul

You unending search for excellence, creativity, and answers will lead into a fathomless abyss

Besieged by the very worst and wildest creation offers

Lost, deluded, and terrified of what lurks beneath

Uncertainty and mystery your constant companions

Revelations found

Within and without, 

That might break you entirely

And being witness to pain and loss incomprehensible

All of this shall be yours, if you choose to delve

That, and more

If you can Survive

If you can remain Knowing

If you keep your Fight

If you can Contest it all

All you lost of will be found

All you grasped at will be had

All you pray for will be delivered

All of it yours


Wistful Soul

Is what dearly sought worth the hardship?

We shall see...