The Sleeping Village's Conclave of Scribes
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THE ADMINISTRATOR:
Running a quaint little village requires, alas, a little bureaucracy. Someone needs to be responsible for de-mucking the decidedly medieval sewer system, digging the occasional plague pit, and rousing this rag-tag band of villagers into fighting shape, should the marauders ever come a-marauding. This particular civic-minded individual was raised in the (honest-to-god) wilderness on a diet of prog, classic metal, and coyote flesh. His tastes grew to envelop the doomiest and deathiest subgenres, and his subsequent travels led him here, to the Sleeping Village--a place he is pleased to call home.
THE SOLILOQUIST:
The Soliloquist is a mysterious character originating from the land of the Germans. He worships the Divine Darkness and follows the path of the Great High Priest. He admires gloomy and sinister music and loves to get lost in atmospheric soundscapes and sonic maelstroms. When he isn't meditating over ancient scriptures or worshiping in the temple of blackened sounds, he is teaching young individuals the essential techniques of survival in the Western civilization and the language of the Englishmen.
LOVELOTH:
Hailing from a peculiar country known as Croatia, this Lovecraftian (and curly) amalgamation dabbles in all kinds of music so you never know what's in store, or in this case, village. I heard that he loves the complex and not at all pretentious flare of prog the most. So much, in fact, that if there is a smidgen of it (or cosmos forbid post-anything) hiding in a band's sound, he will emerge from his astral Gazebo to give it a listen and potentially awake his grumpy masters. He/It/? also has/have/? a big soft spot for Devin Townsend, dissonance, and sax (in no particular order) so use that against him if he overzealously starts to recommend obscure bands. Good luck!
TALES_OF_DECEPTION:
A man who believes the world is what you make it. Creating worlds in the depths of the mind and forecasting them for the masses to experience. What I do might be unorthodox but it's all mine. Short stories about the records I "review" is something I hold dear. Some might dislike what I produce, but others might just love what comes from me. Either way, stay tuned and don't let people discourage you when it comes to the creative mind you were given.
ANCIENT HAND:
recounted grotesqueries, forthcoming
REESE:
grisly details, forthcoming
VATTGHERN:
untold horrors, forthcoming
Running a quaint little village requires, alas, a little bureaucracy. Someone needs to be responsible for de-mucking the decidedly medieval sewer system, digging the occasional plague pit, and rousing this rag-tag band of villagers into fighting shape, should the marauders ever come a-marauding. This particular civic-minded individual was raised in the (honest-to-god) wilderness on a diet of prog, classic metal, and coyote flesh. His tastes grew to envelop the doomiest and deathiest subgenres, and his subsequent travels led him here, to the Sleeping Village--a place he is pleased to call home.
THE SOLILOQUIST:
The Soliloquist is a mysterious character originating from the land of the Germans. He worships the Divine Darkness and follows the path of the Great High Priest. He admires gloomy and sinister music and loves to get lost in atmospheric soundscapes and sonic maelstroms. When he isn't meditating over ancient scriptures or worshiping in the temple of blackened sounds, he is teaching young individuals the essential techniques of survival in the Western civilization and the language of the Englishmen.
LOVELOTH:
Hailing from a peculiar country known as Croatia, this Lovecraftian (and curly) amalgamation dabbles in all kinds of music so you never know what's in store, or in this case, village. I heard that he loves the complex and not at all pretentious flare of prog the most. So much, in fact, that if there is a smidgen of it (or cosmos forbid post-anything) hiding in a band's sound, he will emerge from his astral Gazebo to give it a listen and potentially awake his grumpy masters. He/It/? also has/have/? a big soft spot for Devin Townsend, dissonance, and sax (in no particular order) so use that against him if he overzealously starts to recommend obscure bands. Good luck!
TALES_OF_DECEPTION:
A man who believes the world is what you make it. Creating worlds in the depths of the mind and forecasting them for the masses to experience. What I do might be unorthodox but it's all mine. Short stories about the records I "review" is something I hold dear. Some might dislike what I produce, but others might just love what comes from me. Either way, stay tuned and don't let people discourage you when it comes to the creative mind you were given.
ANCIENT HAND:
recounted grotesqueries, forthcoming
REESE:
grisly details, forthcoming
VATTGHERN:
untold horrors, forthcoming