*somewhere on the side, someone wrote* "I am lost. I went trough a portal as some strange Echydna told me that this is 'da wey'. I feel like I witnessed a event from the days of yore. I will stay here, until my mind clears. Be safe." *under the scribbles, there are markings. Probably counted days. 24 days*
"An old bastion bathed in moonlight, toppled ramparts moss-covered and lichen tinted..." "The aroma of damp earth hangs in the cool night air, your breaths leave in little puffs of steam as you climb the slick cobble..." *Your boot catches on something below the ferns, swathed in moss clumps..." "Peering down you are greeted by a skinless grin of cracked teeth below two empty sockets, abyss peering lifelessly back..." "several arrows protrude from your new acquaintance's hollow ribcage, fletching long since rotted and wooden hafts splintered..." "They lay among the bed of moss, a weary soul what known a world long before yours..." "What soft-whispered secrets followed you here? you wonder..."
Ai! I thank thee, kind soul, for such a tale as to make me laugh and scare the knights currently working in the archives! I bid thee well and thank thee for thy kind words!
Along the wayward roads of this fractured world, noble one, tender soul, I found this heartfelt sacramental of universal value. Verily, it is a audible elixir of the most enchanting kind -- soothing one, at the expense perhaps of a few well-needed tears.
This video has helped get me in a reflective mindset. It's helped me through my hard times of writing essays for college applications and scholarships. Hope people find use for this too.
"Behold, Squire." His voice musters, so proud it shakes. You help him find purchase, against the face of the northward knoll. His sword makes no sound in damp grass. "A thousand battles, a thousand victories, for our hero. Those were the days, Squire. But nothing good lasts forever, Squire. Nothing. He left, and we were ruined. What do you know of that? Of loss? Of betrayal?" His eyes mist with memory. You remember when he was just a boy, before the years etched away his strength, and dulled the last of his magic. When things were good. Transfixed, he gazes upon the ruins, while you tend to his wound. The old gods know him, but it is you they watch. They are not fooled. Reunited at last. How long it has been. Look what has become of us. "Squire?" "Do you feel it calling?" A prayer wrapped in a question. The faintest suspicion. An old man's dying hope. "No," you say. "I don't feel anything at all."
I do not know how I stumbled across the internet to get to this video, but I very thankful to get to contemplate this hidden gem! It is truly one of a kind. The song combined with the image (and description!) evokes a very particular feeling which I cannot quite put into words ... ¿an eerie calmness? ¿A melancholic meditation? I cant help but imagine that we are looking at hero/adventurer dream.
I thank thee, kind sir! My heart overflows with gratefulness at such compliments from one such as thee!! If thou doth enjoy the story of The Squire and his journey to Castle Libratus, I recommend investigating further the videos of this channel for the full story!
If you are unaware, there is a genre of music that is going through a sort of internet renaissance called Dungeon Synth. That's more or less what this is. Many DS artists create actual lore/stories for their albums; everything is integrated into the aesthetic. I listen to it a lot during Fall/Winter, and while reading Lovecraft or King. Generally really good shit. Check out Aindulmedir and Ziggurath, their music is incredible.
“Aye traveller, and to the north is a humble town, good folk there. A place isolated from this blood stained tundra of war. Press on, and you’ll find respite in the warmth of their hearths.”
this works really great. im using this to write about my traumatic event picking up body parts in the water in 2008 for 4 days. this is helping me go thru the memories in my mind without freaking out lol. indeeed the dragon must be faced
thank you for this place of respite. I am on a journey to prove myself worthy; that I may someday learn the laws of lands near and far. (I'm studying to take the LSAT)
Absolutely love your work, put it on when i work on campaigns for tabletop games always puts me in a productive creative mood thanks for all the help making good times for me and my friends.
That description is also a perfect analogy for the journey of life and enlightenment. This must be the place you learn of your mission before coming to Earth.
As I stir awake within these desolate walls, they mirror the fractured remains of my own spirit and flesh. Years of wandering, of battles and more, have scarred my bones and hollowed my heart. I’ve watched comrades fall, felt friends vanish into shadows, leaving me the last ghost haunting these lands. Here I sit, gray and spent, the sole remnant of those vanished hopes. And yet, amid the wreckage, a frail ember still smolders - this faint wish of mine: that even a ruin like myself may have sheltered another from the storm at least once, just as these crumbling stones around me have shield me from the cold grasp of the previous night.
I give thee thanks, noble creator, for crafting such an enchanting melody, that I might dwell upon mine own thoughts. Mayst thou be in good health, and perchance our paths cross again in thine other works. Blessing to all who read this scribble.
A red cloak in the mist, The squire stands still, Before the ruined castle, Dark and cold as the hill. The gate yawns wide, A breathless void, Whispers of ages, Of lives destroyed. A shadow beckons, A flicker of flame, Silent and waiting, It knows his name. One step, then two, The darkness consumes, "Welcome home," And the candle fumes.
I once had a lover that would send me playlists like this. He does not want me anymore but his love still finds me in these playlists. May we all give love to this desolate world. May we become better people for those we love. May the moon Goddess guide us towards the castle
After many days in travel, you find the forest around yourself grow in size and shine in unnatural colours. The branches twist as if forming words in language known only to forest itself. No doubt, you are finally here - at the grove of living trees. At its center is a magical silverwood tree, able to grant a single wish should it find it worthy. You hope to return home, but don't bet on it. You wish is the biggest treasure you keep at heart, worthy of your own life. The choice to press forward was not the only one, but the one you gladly took, and so you do.
This entire channel, but this video in particular is the perfect soundtrack for the book I’m writing. This video is the perfect backing track for the chapter where the main characters enter a portal discovered in the forest that takes them to a magical world once powered by witches and runes. Now a decayed wasteland where even the trees seem like they are crying out in pain after a curse was placed over the land.
@@ScholastumProvost I am most humbly beholden to thee, my noble lord, for thy gracious words; thy favor doth honor me beyond measure, and in thy service, I shall ever remain steadfast and true
"Sir knight, I cannot accept your sword. I am merely a Squire. I have so much to learn" said the Squire to his bloodied knight. "My sword still shines after countless foes fell, the horse well fed, a healthy fire * coughs blood * and you followed me to my death" said the knight in shallow breath "You have earned my sword more than anyone. The people of Saleen must know the enemy draws near. You just go." the knight said, eyes on his Squire "I cannot leave you here! " the Squire relented "You know most of all what those beast will do the people" suddenly grabbing the squire's shoulder "B-but I am only a squire and-" the Squire babbled but the grip of his knight tightens "Yes, a Squire. But you're MY Squire. I have no weak subordinates. Everyone knows this. YOU know this" the knights hands suddenly fell to the ground. "Leave now * heavy cough* Remember your training..your resolve..* shallow breath* and your promise to Helena... "
Fear not young Squire i will guide you, even though I cannot be seen you will always know when I will guide you step after step. Trusting yourself was what we both know you wanted. Guidance, thats what you knew all a long.
I found this in my recommended and my goodness, I love what you are doing! Between the music, the images, and the overarching story, this is just lovely. As with many of the best things, I didn’t know I needed this. You got yourself a subscriber!
I thank thee, kind sir, for thy wondrous praise! It warms a cold heart to know one such as thyself as so greatly enjoyed my endeavor! Join us now, Squire of the Scholastum, and journey to Castle Libratus!
Stay a while, weary traveller. For the journey is long and the path treacherous. There is hot stew on the fire and soft hay to soothe your aching bones. Rest well. On the morrow we leave at dawn.
I sit in my room tonight, feeling hopeless, caught in a deep spiraling depression, I feel like I am going nowhere and have come from nothing. Looking onward at metaphorical ruins, and looking back at ravaged memories. For a brief moment I feel hopeful that there will someday be peace of mind for me, but I think it is wishful thinking.
Coming from nothing is a fantastic start. Without any direction you are indeed the master charter of the voyage of your destiny. What great towers will you ascend? What dank tombs will you venture their treachery for treasures they hide? What Dragon will you seek and find in his mountain home? What horde has he gathered awaiting your humble introduction? No one can know these things but you, Squire. No one but you…
"We the Willing, have served the unknowing. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to accomplish anything, with nothing." Yet at the dawn of Victory, we sat down to rest... And resting, we died...
Coming from nothing is a fantastic start. Without any direction you are indeed the master charter of the voyage of your destiny. What great towers will you ascend? What dank tombs will you venture their treachery for treasures they hide? What Dragon will you seek and find in his mountain home? What horde has he gathered awaiting your humble introduction? No one can know these things but you, Squire. No one but you…
feels like an existensial resting place, where souls come and go to regain their strength before continuing their journey to whereever we or they are going
and then the old wizard answered the young warrior Estariol "You ask about the secret of death?" and giggled ... "But you will not understand it unless you look for it in the heart of life... life and death are one, just as the river and the sea are"
i swear to god, every single one of these ambient channels just pumps and dumps generic ai generated lofi ambient and brands it as a different vibe when its all just the same. in the last hour ive seen music for wizards, knights, the 90s, officecore, lonercore, etc. none of them were remarkably different AT ALL
The hero takes a moment to think all that is at stake and decides to push on. No one will know his sacrifice or maybe even his name, but they will hopefully feel his gift for them
Bones are cold, growing colder with each step away from home. Here, in the cadaverous ruins of a once glorious empire, I sleep on the memories of a warm past and yearn for the crackling fire of a new home in unattainable dreams... Let these damp hollows swallow me for the night, so that tomorrow I may carry on my plight.
As you walk the long dark road, you suddenly feel a sense of calmness come over you. These unknown roads have been travelled by your forefathers & will be marched again by your successors. You are exactly where you need to be.
-At last. The castle is here. The sky is Vast. Draped in the shadows of the ruins of man. A field littered with the force of man, spreading its blade. The warrior who slumbers where they lay Ghosts. As the road continues. Breath, Gasp, Hold, Dash For Nature has traps. Vast , vast land I dash, the enemy I clash. Destroy and I bask In the sun where a field of battles is dammed. May the Journey continue in this lonesome road. Joshua Grams voice echos in my Mind.- -Pen Name GhostDoctor.
Yeah, childe Roland is it? You looking for the Dark Tower? Well, sir, I’ll tell you what. You can’t get there from here that’s for sure. You gotta get back on the interstate.
“All is silent in the halls of the dead. All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead, Behold the stairways which stand in darkness; behold the rooms of ruin. These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.”
We are near the end of our journey, my friend. Shall we rest, before we press on? "Why are you asking me? I'm only in your head, remember?" I remember. But you are all I have left.
The breath of the cold night fog burned his nose as his eyes studied the castle. He wondered how such a small place could house such immense darkness. His fingers slowly wrapped around his weapon as resolve drew its shield upon his making his face hot. The cool night air howled through the bushes almost as if signaling a warning. He thought about his Sister, his parents, his friends Adrios and Mercu who be so envious of how much of the world he had seen, all dead now. How their souls could finally be put to rest finally after so much death and pain. "I may join you soon my friends", he thought to himself as he set off down the rocky path, towards the darkend silhouette of the castle against the night sky.
I think it's probably an art generated by AI (although in case it is not so I would also like to know the name of the artist) PD: I think you might like some of Ivan Bilibin’s art
@bestthefor @89Angry19 Now that you said it I can imagine (or partially) see it being AI. reminded me of Suske en Wiske and tintin et milou, even of little nemo in slumberland.. just read that the style is called ligne claire (Hergé). I don't know a lot smaller comics so I wouldn't be able to find the comic, if it was real and not AI :) Maybe @ScholatumProvost can confirm and give us the prompt even so we can make our own comic from it lol!
“CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!” My own words echo and reverberate off the tree trunks and fly out into the dark.. of course not. I lost my map, I lost my family before that, I had no idea of where to turn next, so I did what came natural.. I wandered aimlessly and without any real sense of desire to know where I’m going. NEVER do that. It only gets you into trouble. Like now, for instance. Oh I was beyond lost at this point, I was actively wondering how I’d come so far from the main path and ended up.. here. This tumbled down old heap of stone and glory. These abandoned battlements, imposing and bearing the marks of a Crested Family of The Realm, spoke of sanctuary for any and all of noble descent. Taking this to include self declared “princes of paupers”, I strode into the now gaping portcullis and glanced around. “Oh wow,.. oh my.. dear me, what.. what happened here??” I find myself muttering aloud at the decimation I discover. All of it heart breaking.. Shattered portraits with faces clawed out of the canvas, a grand piano laid to waste with an axe that still lay embedded within, a series of statues and statuettes - all of which, I need to point out, are in about a thousand pieces- and something in the moonlight catches my eye in the middle of the foyer, glinting like a fallen star. I advance and see that it’s a grand sort of a diamond ring that’s been carelessly abandoned or forsaken. This is a house haunted by grief and lost love.. pressing my hand to a stone in the floor, my eyes absorb some of the moon’s energy and I see what happened. A philandering knave of a fellow lorded over this palatial estate but had a steadfast darling he never wished to harm with his rakish ways. But all the same, he did. And she felt that it was more than enough to prove he didn’t truly love her. She threw down the trinket he’d proposed with, stormed off and never came back. He was left to rot in that house and I saw him screaming in aching misery at the loss of his truest love, him smashing the piano to splinters as it was the instrument he’d serenaded her with, him clawing his own face out of her portraits to only be able to see her looking back at him and not his own smug face leering back, him destroying every single replica that was ever made of his own graven image while keeping hers pristine and glistening.. And then I saw him before the fireplace, wasting away .. and I woke out of my trance to see if what I witnessed was true. It was. His skeleton was in front of the fire in his chair, wearing a threadbare robe and clutching a locket in one hand and an empty bottle in the other. The locket is open and I can see a neat curl of hair, dark as raven feathers, on display. I apologize for disturbing his peace. I take my leave and try to shake off the sorrow I felt in that Dowager of a castle. But it lingers. And I swear I can hear the lovelorn sigh of a fellow whose heart will never beat in time again behind me as I walk..
![Mountain Realm - Shadowlorn [ Full Album ] - Dungeon Synth](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/pn6-2hrTfjk/mqdefault.jpg)
I am glad to have found this resting place in the ruins. To whoever reads this message after me, I wish you safe travels.
*underneath in poorly scrawled text next to a picture of a smiling goblin are the words* "...in bed."
*somewhere on the side, someone wrote*
"I am lost. I went trough a portal as some strange Echydna told me that this is 'da wey'. I feel like I witnessed a event from the days of yore. I will stay here, until my mind clears. Be safe."
*under the scribbles, there are markings. Probably counted days. 24 days*
Weakness Thrust 🪧
try finger
The path ahead is filled with dangers unknown to man. Thank you for the blessings 🙏
It's nice to see that there are people who listen to dungeon synths.
I think this is AI made
unfortunately this seems to be created by AI
Maybe it's a new niche we need to carve out :D
@@azca. what AI software would be used to make this?
@@OMA47R I think suno or udio
"Breathe in the ruins, _Squire..."_
Sounds like something you hear before being brutally hazed lol.
"An old bastion bathed in moonlight, toppled ramparts moss-covered and lichen tinted..."
"The aroma of damp earth hangs in the cool night air, your breaths leave in little puffs of steam as you climb the slick cobble..."
*Your boot catches on something below the ferns, swathed in moss clumps..."
"Peering down you are greeted by a skinless grin of cracked teeth below two empty sockets, abyss peering lifelessly back..."
"several arrows protrude from your new acquaintance's hollow ribcage, fletching long since rotted and wooden hafts splintered..."
"They lay among the bed of moss, a weary soul what known a world long before yours..."
"What soft-whispered secrets followed you here? you wonder..."
You got talent, kid.
beautifully written, traveller 😌
feed this to ChatGPT and start roleplaying, crazy stuff happens
@@Atovangewhat prompt could I say for that?
@@edwinmensah6795 just put the comment by itself
I put this on to focus at work and it lulled me to sleep at my desk in the office lmao. that's how beautiful and peaceful/ serene it is.
Ai! I thank thee, kind soul, for such a tale as to make me laugh and scare the knights currently working in the archives! I bid thee well and thank thee for thy kind words!
bro you better get back to working
@@JacobGodly no thanks , my job is boring 😂
@@ScholastumProvost AI is correct. Maybe disclose that info in the description
Along the wayward roads of this fractured world, noble one, tender soul, I found this heartfelt sacramental of universal value. Verily, it is a audible elixir of the most enchanting kind -- soothing one, at the expense perhaps of a few well-needed tears.
Sir!! I thank thee for such kind words! I wish thee the greatest success on what 'er quest thou doth embark upon!
This video has helped get me in a reflective mindset. It's helped me through my hard times of writing essays for college applications and scholarships. Hope people find use for this too.
"Behold, Squire." His voice musters, so proud it shakes. You help him find purchase, against the face of the northward knoll. His sword makes no sound in damp grass. "A thousand battles, a thousand victories, for our hero. Those were the days, Squire. But nothing good lasts forever, Squire. Nothing. He left, and we were ruined. What do you know of that? Of loss? Of betrayal?"
His eyes mist with memory. You remember when he was just a boy, before the years etched away his strength, and dulled the last of his magic. When things were good. Transfixed, he gazes upon the ruins, while you tend to his wound. The old gods know him, but it is you they watch. They are not fooled. Reunited at last. How long it has been. Look what has become of us.
"Squire?"
"Do you feel it calling?" A prayer wrapped in a question. The faintest suspicion. An old man's dying hope.
"No," you say. "I don't feel anything at all."
Oooooh delicious!!!
Hey, you should be writer!
Love it. Perfect ambient music to fall asleep to and kickstart my fantasy adventure dreams. ☺😪😴⚔🏰🐉
This gives me some Fable 1 soundtrack vibes. I love it! Peaceful with an air of mystery and fantasy.
It's very like the fable 2 main menu theme , I admit
Exactly what I thought
This does sound like Fable 2 menu music with the pitch shifted.
@@pickle5666it's AI music
@@azca. proof?
I do not know how I stumbled across the internet to get to this video, but I very thankful to get to contemplate this hidden gem! It is truly one of a kind. The song combined with the image (and description!) evokes a very particular feeling which I cannot quite put into words ... ¿an eerie calmness? ¿A melancholic meditation? I cant help but imagine that we are looking at hero/adventurer dream.
I thank thee, kind sir! My heart overflows with gratefulness at such compliments from one such as thee!! If thou doth enjoy the story of The Squire and his journey to Castle Libratus, I recommend investigating further the videos of this channel for the full story!
The upsidedown questions marks really spoke to me.
If you are unaware, there is a genre of music that is going through a sort of internet renaissance called Dungeon Synth. That's more or less what this is. Many DS artists create actual lore/stories for their albums; everything is integrated into the aesthetic. I listen to it a lot during Fall/Winter, and while reading Lovecraft or King. Generally really good shit. Check out Aindulmedir and Ziggurath, their music is incredible.
lets go
indeed
“Aye traveller, and to the north is a humble town, good folk there. A place isolated from this blood stained tundra of war. Press on, and you’ll find respite in the warmth of their hearths.”
Well met, scholar. You are most adept at songsmithing
I am bound to thee in gratitude for this sweet melody, for I knew not 'til now how much my soul did yearn for it.
I have listened to this song on repeat for days now. It's so haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Need more of the last 40 seconds, especially the little melody that began playing at the very end!!💚🏰
Tysm for making this it makes me calm while reading 😊
This is the first video that got me into your channel. A favorite of mine that I will continue to turn to. Thank you so much for your content
Serene. Makes me reflect on the past. Determination to explore. Almost no traces left. Time marches on. Wind blowing through the trees.
this so magical , calming, and it bring the good inspirational focus for poetry
I thank thee, kind sir! I implore thee to post but a piece of Thien work here should they heart move you to!
this works really great. im using this to write about my traumatic event picking up body parts in the water in 2008 for 4 days. this is helping me go thru the memories in my mind without freaking out lol. indeeed the dragon must be faced
:( best of luck brave knight
Praying for you, man. Take much care of yourself.
What a horrific experience, I hope you are able to heal. God bless
I am sorry to hear that. I pray that you may heal from that horrible experience some day. Take good care, sir
thank you for this place of respite. I am on a journey to prove myself worthy; that I may someday learn the laws of lands near and far.
(I'm studying to take the LSAT)
I found your channel about 1 month ago and you are my favorite channel for playlist by far !!
Thank you so much 🤍
Absolutely love your work, put it on when i work on campaigns for tabletop games always puts me in a productive creative mood thanks for all the help making good times for me and my friends.
Sir ! This is a most wondrous thing and I am so thankful to be but a part of this! Press on, brave world shaper, press on!
That description is also a perfect analogy for the journey of life and enlightenment. This must be the place you learn of your mission before coming to Earth.
As I stir awake within these desolate walls, they mirror the fractured remains of my own spirit and flesh. Years of wandering, of battles and more, have scarred my bones and hollowed my heart. I’ve watched comrades fall, felt friends vanish into shadows, leaving me the last ghost haunting these lands. Here I sit, gray and spent, the sole remnant of those vanished hopes. And yet, amid the wreckage, a frail ember still smolders - this faint wish of mine: that even a ruin like myself may have sheltered another from the storm at least once, just as these crumbling stones around me have shield me from the cold grasp of the previous night.
This is very pleasant and not too busy that it keeps my brain overly occupied. Thank you kindly!
I give thee thanks, noble creator, for crafting such an enchanting melody, that I might dwell upon mine own thoughts. Mayst thou be in good health, and perchance our paths cross again in thine other works. Blessing to all who read this scribble.
I can almost feel the weight of a cape as I walk around work with this music on
The internet really is a vast place; started looking for ways to fix a tire; now breathing in the ruins. Amazing⚔🐲
A red cloak in the mist,
The squire stands still,
Before the ruined castle,
Dark and cold as the hill.
The gate yawns wide,
A breathless void,
Whispers of ages,
Of lives destroyed.
A shadow beckons,
A flicker of flame,
Silent and waiting,
It knows his name.
One step, then two,
The darkness consumes,
"Welcome home,"
And the candle fumes.
A most moving phrase, kind sir! I thank thee!
@@ScholastumProvost my pleasure, good lad!
This is dope af
I once had a lover that would send me playlists like this. He does not want me anymore but his love still finds me in these playlists. May we all give love to this desolate world. May we become better people for those we love. May the moon Goddess guide us towards the castle
He did not love you, the music did.
bruh
I tried showing my girlfriend dungeon synth before and now she thinks I'm gay 😢
@Bugsy204 it's not the music is why she thinks your gay. It's the finger in the butt you request 😂
@@Bugsy204 lmao cause you are
As a Nightingale I can say this makes me long for adventure and more
This soothed something in me. Thank you. 💙
Thou art most surely welcome, kind sir! I pray thy soothing continue and thy life be a ship sailing in peaceful waters!
After many days in travel, you find the forest around yourself grow in size and shine in unnatural colours. The branches twist as if forming words in language known only to forest itself. No doubt, you are finally here - at the grove of living trees. At its center is a magical silverwood tree, able to grant a single wish should it find it worthy. You hope to return home, but don't bet on it. You wish is the biggest treasure you keep at heart, worthy of your own life. The choice to press forward was not the only one, but the one you gladly took, and so you do.
I like this!
This entire channel, but this video in particular is the perfect soundtrack for the book I’m writing. This video is the perfect backing track for the chapter where the main characters enter a portal discovered in the forest that takes them to a magical world once powered by witches and runes. Now a decayed wasteland where even the trees seem like they are crying out in pain after a curse was placed over the land.
Hark, brave soul. The ancient ruins of yonder castle await thy noble tread, where mysteries and treasures untold doth lie
What a stirring sentence! I thank thee, kind sir!
@@ScholastumProvost I am most humbly beholden to thee, my noble lord, for thy gracious words; thy favor doth honor me beyond measure, and in thy service, I shall ever remain steadfast and true
Two fellows come from off screen. Bigger older wiser. "LEAD THE WAY"
What a treasure of a chanel I came across! The music, the artwork and the lore, all so immersive. Perfect for those introspective late nights!
I thank thee, kind sir! It warms mine heart that this creation has stirred thee such!
Thank you so much for this and yes, love is always be able to care, to serve and make sacrifices for the ones you love!
I thank thee for thy words, kind sir!
@@ScholastumProvost My pleasure! And so these 3 remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of them is love!
"Sir knight, I cannot accept your sword. I am merely a Squire. I have so much to learn" said the Squire to his bloodied knight. "My sword still shines after countless foes fell, the horse well fed, a healthy fire * coughs blood * and you followed me to my death" said the knight in shallow breath "You have earned my sword more than anyone. The people of Saleen must know the enemy draws near. You just go." the knight said, eyes on his Squire "I cannot leave you here! " the Squire relented "You know most of all what those beast will do the people" suddenly grabbing the squire's shoulder "B-but I am only a squire and-" the Squire babbled but the grip of his knight tightens "Yes, a Squire. But you're MY Squire. I have no weak subordinates. Everyone knows this. YOU know this" the knights hands suddenly fell to the ground. "Leave now * heavy cough* Remember your training..your resolve..* shallow breath* and your promise to Helena... "
A rousing tale, kind sir! I thank thee!
"Littlefoot, let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely..."
Fear not young Squire i will guide you, even though I cannot be seen you will always know when I will guide you step after step. Trusting yourself was what we both know you wanted. Guidance, thats what you knew all a long.
I found this in my recommended and my goodness, I love what you are doing! Between the music, the images, and the overarching story, this is just lovely. As with many of the best things, I didn’t know I needed this. You got yourself a subscriber!
I thank thee, kind sir, for thy wondrous praise! It warms a cold heart to know one such as thyself as so greatly enjoyed my endeavor! Join us now, Squire of the Scholastum, and journey to Castle Libratus!
Stay a while, weary traveller. For the journey is long and the path treacherous. There is hot stew on the fire and soft hay to soothe your aching bones. Rest well. On the morrow we leave at dawn.
Thx for that awesome music, I got imagining about dungeon.
Love it.
I sit in my room tonight, feeling hopeless, caught in a deep spiraling depression, I feel like I am going nowhere and have come from nothing. Looking onward at metaphorical ruins, and looking back at ravaged memories. For a brief moment I feel hopeful that there will someday be peace of mind for me, but I think it is wishful thinking.
Then wish, friend. And you may be surprised what you will find as you move forward. I certainly have.
Even without hope, life will surprise you.
Coming from nothing is a fantastic start. Without any direction you are indeed the master charter of the voyage of your destiny. What great towers will you ascend? What dank tombs will you venture their treachery for treasures they hide? What Dragon will you seek and find in his mountain home? What horde has he gathered awaiting your humble introduction? No one can know these things but you, Squire. No one but you…
"We the Willing, have served the unknowing.
We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to accomplish anything, with nothing."
Yet at the dawn of Victory, we sat down to rest...
And resting, we died...
I thank thee for this moving recital, sir!
Nice :) Its very appropriate and soothing background sound for me now as I m translating a medieval poetry about magic forest of Broceliande :)
Coming from nothing is a fantastic start. Without any direction you are indeed the master charter of the voyage of your destiny. What great towers will you ascend? What dank tombs will you venture their treachery for treasures they hide? What Dragon will you seek and find in his mountain home? What horde has he gathered awaiting your humble introduction? No one can know these things but you, Squire. No one but you…
Wow thanks for the playlist psy
feels like an existensial resting place, where souls come and go to regain their strength before continuing their journey to whereever we or they are going
I was trying to work and almost felt asleep. Although is a very good soundtrack
Ai sir, tis a common complaint! Mayhap's I need a warning on mine video. I thank thee for thine compliment!
and then the old wizard answered the young warrior Estariol "You ask about the secret of death?" and giggled ... "But you will not understand it unless you look for it in the heart of life... life and death are one, just as the river and the sea are"
An interesting tale, kind sir. I must inquire further about this warrior who is foreign to me.
@@ScholastumProvost what picture is that ?
Tant de belles illustrations dont je suis incapable de dire si elles sont des créations artistique ou le résultat d'une intelligence artificielle.
i swear to god, every single one of these ambient channels just pumps and dumps generic ai generated lofi ambient and brands it as a different vibe when its all just the same. in the last hour ive seen music for wizards, knights, the 90s, officecore, lonercore, etc. none of them were remarkably different AT ALL
if you ever find any videos or unique channels, could you reply with them? i’ve been struggling to find interesting ambiance too :(
The second I played the video i was like "this sounds like AI" and came to the comments to see if I'm the only one lol. I hate it.
@@razvanradoiu if it's not AI it sounds like it. pure dogshit.
@@razvanradoiu Its just gonna get worse sadly, I completely agree with you. The "novelty" wears of instantly
The hero takes a moment to think all that is at stake and decides to push on. No one will know his sacrifice or maybe even his name, but they will hopefully feel his gift for them
Beautiful words, kind sir. I thank thee for this snippet of a tale!
Bones are cold, growing colder with each step away from home. Here, in the cadaverous ruins of a once glorious empire, I sleep on the memories of a warm past and yearn for the crackling fire of a new home in unattainable dreams... Let these damp hollows swallow me for the night, so that tomorrow I may carry on my plight.
The cold, gentle echoes of what once was...so sorrowfully long ago...
dont even remember clicking on this it was just in my watch history but its right up my alley so im not mad~
I thank thee kind sir! I am glad the digital gods have made our paths to cross as such. I wish thee and thine all the best!
This took me to the first Castelvania. Love it
Wonderful atmosphere and music!
I thank thee for thy kind words, sir!
Very calming and relaxing ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
I thank thee, sir! It is intended to allow one to envision their own quest, or to drift, as such, off to sleep
Defintely thought that was Superman in the thumbnail.
pls more from the last 20s !
the first song sounds like the opening score from Fable 2, except it is more sombre dark and dreary, and the painting really sets the tone.
Weird you should say that ... cuz I kick chickens whilst listening to this!
As you walk the long dark road, you suddenly feel a sense of calmness come over you.
These unknown roads have been travelled by your forefathers & will be marched again by your successors.
You are exactly where you need to be.
This feels like it belongs in a old fantasy game in the best of ways. Or maybe as background music in something like the Neverending Story.
Into the darkness it is old friend.
Into the darkness, indeed.
I’d follow you into the ruins. May-haps we fair a better chance against what lurks in there, together
Truly touching words, squire! I thank thee! May we all venture together!
I will breathe in all areas I find myself
Smells like my knight is lost again.
damn this mix broketh my speakers
Love from a DungeonSynthArchive and Vaush fan!
This is beautiful from the start. Thank you :)
I thank thee, kind sir!
-At last. The castle is here.
The sky is Vast. Draped in the shadows of the ruins of man.
A field littered with the force of man, spreading its blade.
The warrior who slumbers where they lay Ghosts.
As the road continues.
Breath, Gasp, Hold, Dash For Nature has traps.
Vast , vast land
I dash, the enemy I clash.
Destroy and I bask
In the sun where a field of battles is dammed.
May the Journey continue in this lonesome road.
Joshua Grams voice echos in my Mind.-
-Pen Name GhostDoctor.
when we bouth cried,you should knew i proud of you,cuase i underestood we are alive more then before
I thank thee for this thought, kind sir! I envy thine words and they soul!
Yeah, childe Roland is it? You looking for the Dark Tower? Well, sir, I’ll tell you what. You can’t get there from here that’s for sure. You gotta get back on the interstate.
cara, como não descobri este canal antes. Muito bom !
"I've been so far my lady...Now I'm back to you, home sweet home."
Perfect to read Berserk
i have arrived, what a journey
Having this in the Background while making videos about Hyperborea
A most wonderous thing to hear, kind sir! I wish thin endeavour well!
Great art!
“All is silent in the halls of the dead. All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead, Behold the stairways which stand in darkness; behold the rooms of ruin. These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.”
Really really great stuff. Thank you for posting
Been listening while i read, thanks for posting this here. 😀
I thank thee, kind sir. Tis a noble thing, to read. Thou wouldst do well as a squire of the Scholastum.
@@ScholastumProvost I thank thee for thy kind words.
We are near the end of our journey, my friend. Shall we rest, before we press on? "Why are you asking me? I'm only in your head, remember?" I remember. But you are all I have left.
Ai! A wondrous snippet of a gleeful little tale, kind sir! I thank thee!
Wow. A single sentence can evoke an entire story. Great job.
“None to witness. Dust of dreams, dust of all that we never achieved. Dust of what we might have been and what we cannot help but be."
Positively hypnotic 💕💕
I thank thee for thy kind words, sir, and I thank thee for the free real estate thou hath provided!!
The breath of the cold night fog burned his nose as his eyes studied the castle. He wondered how such a small place could house such immense darkness. His fingers slowly wrapped around his weapon as resolve drew its shield upon his making his face hot. The cool night air howled through the bushes almost as if signaling a warning.
He thought about his Sister, his parents, his friends Adrios and Mercu who be so envious of how much of the world he had seen, all dead now. How their souls could finally be put to rest finally after so much death and pain. "I may join you soon my friends", he thought to himself as he set off down the rocky path, towards the darkend silhouette of the castle against the night sky.
Amazing
Reading dark and darker patch notes:
Someone could tell me the name or work from the background in this video? So breathtaking
I think it's probably an art generated by AI (although in case it is not so I would also like to know the name of the artist)
PD: I think you might like some of Ivan Bilibin’s art
@@lopez7947 Thank you, sure, I will look after Ivan's work!
Love the background picture
I thank thee!
@@ScholastumProvost where is it from?
@@robertwaldemar4864 Eso eso. Me interesa, también, saber de quién es la ilustración.
@@robertwaldemar4864Unfortunately I believe it is ai
@bestthefor @89Angry19 Now that you said it I can imagine (or partially) see it being AI. reminded me of Suske en Wiske and tintin et milou, even of little nemo in slumberland.. just read that the style is called ligne claire (Hergé). I don't know a lot smaller comics so I wouldn't be able to find the comic, if it was real and not AI :) Maybe @ScholatumProvost can confirm and give us the prompt even so we can make our own comic from it lol!
Good morrow, traveller.
Very good
“CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!” My own words echo and reverberate off the tree trunks and fly out into the dark.. of course not. I lost my map, I lost my family before that, I had no idea of where to turn next, so I did what came natural.. I wandered aimlessly and without any real sense of desire to know where I’m going. NEVER do that. It only gets you into trouble. Like now, for instance.
Oh I was beyond lost at this point, I was actively wondering how I’d come so far from the main path and ended up.. here.
This tumbled down old heap of stone and glory.
These abandoned battlements, imposing and bearing the marks of a Crested Family of The Realm, spoke of sanctuary for any and all of noble descent. Taking this to include self declared “princes of paupers”, I strode into the now gaping portcullis and glanced around.
“Oh wow,.. oh my.. dear me, what.. what happened here??”
I find myself muttering aloud at the decimation I discover.
All of it heart breaking..
Shattered portraits with faces clawed out of the canvas, a grand piano laid to waste with an axe that still lay embedded within, a series of statues and statuettes - all of which, I need to point out, are in about a thousand pieces- and something in the moonlight catches my eye in the middle of the foyer, glinting like a fallen star. I advance and see that it’s a grand sort of a diamond ring that’s been carelessly abandoned or forsaken.
This is a house haunted by grief and lost love..
pressing my hand to a stone in the floor, my eyes absorb some of the moon’s energy and I see what happened.
A philandering knave of a fellow lorded over this palatial estate but had a steadfast darling he never wished to harm with his rakish ways. But all the same, he did. And she felt that it was more than enough to prove he didn’t truly love her. She threw down the trinket he’d proposed with, stormed off and never came back.
He was left to rot in that house and I saw him screaming in aching misery at the loss of his truest love, him smashing the piano to splinters as it was the instrument he’d serenaded her with, him clawing his own face out of her portraits to only be able to see her looking back at him and not his own smug face leering back, him destroying every single replica that was ever made of his own graven image while keeping hers pristine and glistening..
And then I saw him before the fireplace, wasting away .. and I woke out of my trance to see if what I witnessed was true.
It was.
His skeleton was in front of the fire in his chair, wearing a threadbare robe and clutching a locket in one hand and an empty bottle in the other. The locket is open and I can see a neat curl of hair, dark as raven feathers, on display.
I apologize for disturbing his peace.
I take my leave and try to shake off the sorrow I felt in that Dowager of a castle.
But it lingers.
And I swear I can hear the lovelorn sigh of a fellow whose heart will never beat in time again behind me as I walk..
Breathe in the community, that sent you there.
We must press on!
And press on we shall!
Dejo un like jentil caballero por el esfuerzo de subir esta linda musica.