Troupe Master Grimm

Dance with me, my friend. The crowd awaits. Show them you are worthy of a starring role!

Go out into the darkness. Harvest the last lingering embers of this Kingdom. Then return to me and we will complete our dance.

Bravo, my friend. Hear how the crowd adores you! They’ve not seen such a show in a long time.

Masterful! Even a vessel discarded bears fierce strength.

Fine craft dear Wyrm, and perfect tool to prolong the heart of Grimm.

Across these lands my kin now spread, harvesting that essence peculiar to my... breed, the flame in dream.

Seek my kin; claim their flame and return it to me. Together, marvels shall be achieved.

But don’t fret small one. For this task you won’t travel alone. My child shall guide you to the flame and gather within itself that burning essence.

Like you, the child plays key role in this task. Only with it by your side will the flame, and my kin, reveal themselves to you.

Wonderful. Wonderful! My kin arrive and the time has come.

As the lantern flared your role was cast, our compact written in scarlet fire.

Eager we are to see you commence, but first, some illumination is required.

Look here! How our child has grown, nourished and strengthened by the heat of our passionate dance!

The two of you will feature in many tragedies and triumphs together, I’m sure.

And so our great Ritual nears its end. Will you continue to harvest the flame, even though now you surely see the path it illuminates for us?

Our scarlet eyes will watch you keenly... friend.

I can feel it. The warmth of the flame you’ve gathered together.

This searing fire... It carries well the Ritual’s promise.

Beautiful, yes. The child has grown, from idle youth to deadly companion. About these dangerous lands, its aid will no doubt be welcome.

Just don’t neglect our dance, for it too continues! Keep hunting that scattered, scarlet essence.

When the child is filled with flame once more, return to the stage and the performance will begin.

A masterful opening act. The air hums with excitement.

Dear child, you’ve done so well. Let your fire burn even brighter!

So, it was you who called us.

Well met, my friend. Well met. I am Grimm, master of this troupe.

The lantern has been lit, and your summons heeded. A fine stage you choose, this kingdom fallowed by worm and root, perfect earth upon which our Ritual shall take place.

And you, my friend. Your own part is far from over.