The Nomad Vagrants — The Wanderers' Directives

[Foxglove]

The open voids were treacherous. Kishar bears the details within.


With the concerns of the Choir, the whole deemed it prudent to send out the lesser lights to seek and scour the voids for further places that we might call home. Diligence. This one and two others strayed and sought out the matterhost in the mists where we shan't lie cramped. The mist eats through marrow and dissuades, nigh fends off the darness on its brink. We consider this a worthy candidate and offer the Advisors our insight about YK-087.

Away from the nook in the voids we swam, aiming to return to the whole to share our find, yet an anomaly disrupted our advance. We encountered the darkness near the house of metal they call a 'Freeport'. Aiming to discern their motives, we humored their presence and allowed them to unfold their thought processes. Disappointment. The dull and insipid revealed nothing of interest. The hymns of the exalted lights drew nearer and we joined them in a crescendo of violence to remove the imperfections from our vicinity. Satisfaction. The path now clear, the road now paved, it was safe to return to the whole without the lesser creatures pursuing.



The newfound form of the exalted ones performed well. Admiration. The Advisors might find the existance of these shells worthy of interest. Puppets of the Core-named hunters awaited us, itching for violence and thus we obliged. The Wanderers soared and made their shells funeral pyres to illuminate the darkness; four of them kindled and extinguished.

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