[One might notice at first that the older troll appears distraught. His eyes are sunken in and the vibrant red of his blood glistens around the yellow of his eyes, creating small viens that extend into the iris. It is a subtle effect that lack of sleep may cause.

There is a moment as he brings a hand up to rub his eyes, following with a pinch at the bridge of his nose before he drops his hand to his side. His mouth opens to speak but is caught in the crossfire with a sharp yawn. A short and curt growl escapes his throat. This was annoying.

Quickly he gains his composure and shakes his head, trying to wake himself from such a drowsy state. Now he can talk at full attention...maybe.]

I wish to address....

[Another pause, muscles tense as he subdues the urge to yawn once more. Calmly he drops back to a relaxing state.]

This tower has grown. I am unaware if any have noticed, though...I am sure. That you have. Since I have found exploring on ones own can prove difficult, especially with new dangers about now.

Would anyone wish to engage...eng..age...in....

[Another yawn escapes him and he nods off for a moment, before the feed cuts off. It must have been an accident maybe an unconscious flick of a finger.]

[It has been quite a while since he had come onto the network like this. It seemed that the days had come together into one brief moment. He knew that something was off deep within his gut but he chose to ignore it. He moves to click on the network feed and clears his throat before he begins to speak. His eyes are sunken and it appears as if sleep had been a last thought to him.]

I believe today marks the day of my 100th year here...no wait perhaps it is in nineties. It is hard to make sense of what is truth. I feel...the same as I had when I arrived. Here I thought age was supposed to change a person. While this holds some truth to it I am not sure if this tower has provided anything of value. Though it is only be expected when you consider just what is associated with this tower. I must say it is fortunate that I am not in the ground. That my age has not caught up with me. This I can conclude is probably due to the tower or simply that death will be soon upon me and my hopes, whats left of them, still remain.

I do not fear it. Death has been a constant visitor during my time here. Maybe it is best that it will come for me. I have not accomplished much during my stay here and given my future was only death, if I had returned home, perhaps it is to be. Considering such a situation, I feel as if hope is lost...my time has been useless within this tower. I could not come to protect those around me, or provide new hope for my friends and those who wished to follow my word. If it is to be and death is to be a visitor tonight, then I wish you well. If not I will continue to do what I can to assist you, even if you intend to detour it. I suppose it might be a miracle to some that a mutant has lived this long...heh what a load of hoofbeast shit. I was destined to die, never meant to be. I have always known this and chose to ignore it.

Nothing but words pour from my mouth and yet no one listens. It all ended in failure, here and back on Alternia. I.... I'm not sure what to do anymore.

[Any expression he had drops and slowly he turns his head away from the camera. Brows lowered and his frown was trapped in permanent doubt. ]

I am sorry for all of you.... Thank you for listening.

[With that he clicks off the feed for now, wishing to stare at the absence in the screen. Becoming lost within it.]

[The feed comes on and the older troll appears to be tired. While he had just woken up, he looks as though he hasn't rested in days. He is distraught and moves his gaze away from the camera before he speaks.]

I am sorry for the events of the past days. I remember causing harm to some and for that I have deep regrets. I have returned to my normal state of being and been granted a note with a gift from my home world. I do not see why I am deserving of a gift...it is upsetting that one is rewarded for causing disarray and harm to others. This comes as no surprise for the tower.

[There is a sharp pause as he turns his gaze to the camera and lets out a soft breath.]

Again, I apologize for those I have harmed or upset with my...constant preaching.

[Private to Darkleer.]

Might we speak in private.

For those who want to know of my whereabouts:
I would appreciate it if you did not find me.
So far this month has proved extremely unpleasant, all thanks to that labyrinth game.
I also f33l that I have become very unstable, especially after having a horrible nightmare replaying in my mind.
I do not think I am safe enough to be around.
Therefore, I am isolating myself until I f33l I am strong enough.
I also pray that your nightmares were not as awful as mine was.

On a lighter note, does anybody know what Popplers and Slurm are?
I have no clue what those are but that was my last meal before I died, and it tasted really good.
Somebody help me figure this out!

[Filtered to [au3] Disciple, but has accidentally filtered to Signless as well.]

Hello!
I was very surprised to know that there was another like me, but it seems like you came just in time.
You s33...I had a vision where I failed to protect everyone I cared for.
This also included the Signless...
I failed so hard not saving any of them, that he was extremely disgusted with me.
So since you are me, I feel I can trust you to protect the others, while I disappear and train to get stronger.
I trust his protection in your hands, so please do this for me!
Thank you.


[For anybody curious, Disciple's Nightmare]

He looks ridiculous in the white outfit, but he doesn't seem to mind. It's likely he didn't even bother rummaging through that chest in his room, or even if he did, maybe he liked the new look and decided to keep it. All the chairs and tables surrounding him have been pushed back into two large piles (off screen), so it's just him on the floor. Looking content as if nothing had happened.


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"These keys are too MOTHERFUCKING SMALL."

He says, his voice low and raspy at first but then escalating into a shout by the end. The troll (judging by his gray skin and orange horns) remains sitting, now completely silent as he gazes into the camera, his focus on it starting to wane a little.

I have heard say that those who die in this tower are resurrected after a time.

Is there anyone who has either witnessed or experienced this phenomenon firsthand that wishes to speak of it?

[Short, sweet, and written in the true fashion of a grammar nazi to the point. The message is not filtered or locked in any way -- he's pretty obviously looking for a yes or no before anything else.]

I really don't want to do that again

Purrhaps I could just stay in the tower purrease.
Oh this is good

Hah I figured out these weird things!

Anyways, maybe this place could not send me home?

That would be nice. Home is sort of a
wasteland

Signless? Psi? Are you two okay?

This is so much weirder than just talking