Sculk
I've been thinking, in the empires server, the lore states that sculk is a coping device, something to make you feel less guilty. That is exactly what Grian was using it for in hermitcraft. To cope with the guilt of not stopping a corrupt system, he went to his sculk rock, and many animations or fanarts have shown him being covered by sculk. Thinking lore-wise, that's not actually too far-fetched.
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At first, nobody noticed.
The sculk crept steadily onto the back of his base, out of sight. Sometimes, he found pieces in his hair, but nothing more. (If anything, the King and his court seemed more concerned about his talent for finding legal loopholes.)
No one noticed when he stopped cuffing his pants, when it infected his feet and ankles slowly and he made an effort to hide it. Grian didn’t blame them, of course, everyone was so focused on their bases and the tyranny of the king to notice the little things.
(But still, the sculk climbed slowly up and up. He stopped producing spores for the first time -- his skin had even grown mushrooms during the moon’s rapid approach, during the sleepless nights he had spent researching. This was quite reminiscent of that, he mused, letting his mind wander. Pouring over books about the moon and, recently, about the sculk, refusing to quit until he got an answer or he went mad.)
But Grian would manage, he thought. He always had. He just had to not start a resistance, or it would corrupt him completely.
How hard could that possibly be?
Apparently, more difficult than he originally thought. He held his breath, clenching his fists at the sight of them. Two royal emeralds in his chest at the Entiity, taking the place of his beloved diamonds. The sculk pulsed with rage, begging him.
He lifted off. He couldn’t do this. He had to see Scar. He had to get Scar to kill him, it was the only thing that would keep him tame.
“Scar, I’m gonna start a resistance.” he repeated, his heart beating out of his chest, before it all went dark.
Unfortunately, however, when he woke in his bed, he was faced with the consequences of his actions.
How could this happen? No, it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be, he thought, as his reflection mocked him. First the Watchers nearly finding him, and now this? All in one season? His eyes focused on the spot where Scar had shot him, directly in his right eye, but more importantly, the glowing pieces of death surrounding it.
(God, he hated the color blue so much. He couldn’t go back there. He had to hide it.)
And that’s when the whispers began, at the sight of his bandaged eye. Grian was a monster, he was going to start a resistance, he had a sickness. But still he pressed on.
He couldn’t let it get any worse.
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[ Day # 3 ]
This drawings based on an old post @jiko670 made!
Elves have such lovely voices. Looks like this time instead of helping con people it was used to ease a friends worries.
pst... pstttt @cherrysherin
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