Him : “Dark skies, the smell of ash, the heat of fire, the sound of screams” *(Repeats over and over)* Me : *“CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING EMO OVER THERE I’M TRYING TO SLEEP-“* (Extra) Him : “ What was I repeating just then? *Sorry, I’m still getting used to having with another living person.* ” Me : “ *Well at least you have manners.* “
I love Siren's duality he has characters and stories that are so sweet and romantic like Thresh and the wedding and Duke baking than ones like this where he's like " I burned a man alive in a forge as an act of revenge for killing my family" woah man heavy. Also love that after years of isolation he still knows how to flirt by telling us we have a pretty face in the Moonlight 🩵
They sat silently for a moment before responding. "Were you wrong to do what you could to survive? To live a life as a weapon because you were told that was what you deserved? Were you wrong take revenge for the death of your family? To kill the man who turned you into a tool for his usage and treated those you loved as nothing more than words on a page and coinage trading hands? No, I don't believe so." They sat for a moment longer before turning their face up to him, looking as deeply as they could into the iron of the helmet. "If seeing my face is the price for the story, I shall stay as close to these bars as I can in the light. I may not yet be comfortable telling my own story but this small favor I can offer you. You say my face is favorable, but I believe yours must have been more so. What a dishonor on those who dared to strip you of your name, no matter the circumstances. Choose a name, any you like, and I shall call you by it for as long as you wish me to."
"That's fucked!" Faceless leaned back, startled by this sudden outburst that had so rudely interrupted his story. He watched quietly as the thief got up and began pacing the room. "*This* was your punishment for killing just one dude? I mean sure, he was a general and all, but they practically melted your face off! I get throwing you in jail, don't get me wrong, but solitary confinement for killing the guy who hired someone to kill your family? That's bullshit." Faceless smiled as the small thief sat back down in a huff. "So, you believe I'm justified in my actions?" he asked, leaning forward. " I'm... not sure. " The young man frowned at the ground as Faceless took in the sight. "You have a beautiful face," he suddenly declared. The thief's head shot up, eyebrows raised in surprise. Before he could say anything, Faceless spoke again. "Cherish it. Remember it." The young boy flashed a confused smile, along with a muffled "thanks" in return. I know I will, Faceless thought as he stared into the shining eyes of the thief. Catching himself, he cleared his throat. "So, what did a small thing like you do to get yourself locked up down here?" The boy let out a soft laugh. " *That* is a very long story." Faceless smiled. "We seem to have an eternity. And anyway, I like a good story."
my theory is that when the helmet was being fitted to him, it burned off a lot of hair. So maybe he can't grow a beard because of scar tissue. I don't really know though
Ah, so he fell for the whole "destroy everything in your life so you have no choice but to join my shady army trick". Happens to the best of us I suppose.
Still not afraid of Faceless, I feel like his anger was justified, but holy crap the execution of it was brutal! Ye olde extortionist definitely deserved some form of justice but I was thinking it was going to be faster than that, like a reverse lava shoes situation or something from the old fairytales at the mention of the helmet.
Brown Hair and Hazel Eyes, his face worn with misery. His skin, once kissed in sunlight, now somewhat pale from the lack of light. His body still built for battle, even after going so long unused, is covered in scars. *He who was once so strong,* *Now seemingly broken beyond repair.*
Man, I've been curious about this guy since we first met him. I'm so glad that we not only got to hear more from him, but we got to learn about how he got into his current predicament. Honestly, now that we know more about him, he feels a lot less threatening. As heinous as an act like that was, it wasn't for no reason. Not to mention, he seems a lot more accepting of his fate (and less likely to lash out at someone over it). Also, with how often he describes this fair faced listener, it makes me wonder what their reason for ending up here would be. What other types of acts could put someone in a place like this? Amazing job as always, Siren! I'm super excited for what may come next!
I have an idea of why Listener might've ended up there, if you'd like to hear it. (Just a heads up if you do indeed wish to hear it, I will most certainly ramble. So be prepared for a very long read 😅)
@@scooter6104 alrighty then! Ok do my idea/headcannon was this: Listener was a child of nobility blessed with magic, but unfortunately they were blessed/cursed with poisonous magic. And in trying to train, accidentally killed some servants, or another noble and got caught. Thus, they were thrown into the lowest level of the dungeon, along with the other most dangerous prisoner. So, thoughts?
@@wonderlandious that’s a fairly layered theory, and with how they’re described, I can definitely see magic user who’s powers went haywire. I’d have to rewatch to see if there’s much more indicating nobility outside of having a fair-face and whatnot though.
@@scooter6104 ah very true, I dont know if there is other proof for nobility besides the beauty thing. To be honest, the nobility mainly came from my Listener's back story.
Faceless:dark skies, smell of ash, heat of fire, sound of screams x5 Me: are you summoning a demon or something? If so why wasn’t I invited Faceless:what’s your story, I can wait Me:…….well if you figure it out in your waiting let me know cuz that would be great
“Dark skies” alright we’re starting off with a brooding session, great start love it all ready :D *totally didn’t just finish the second Lego Movie movie*
Nameless: *Tells her his story* Me: *Crying* Nameless: I understand if You see me as an abomination of some sort *sighs* I wouldn't blame You Me: *sticks her both hands through the cell bars as her shackles clashes with the metal, still crying* I don't see You as a freak, also I'm really s-sorry You had that horrible fate... Forgive me for crying... Would You mind getting closer towards me? Nameless: If that calms You down, then... *comes towards her and takes her hands in his* Me: *calms herself down* I'm sorry... I'm not willing to share My story yet, the wound is very recent Nameless: I'm a patient man, don't worry about the time Me: *looks at him teary-eyed* Thank You, Nameless [Thoughts: I promise You, We'll find a way out to a peaceful life for both of us, we don't deserve what we've gone through so far]
“Does your face curl with disgust for me? Or does it furrow with sympathy?” It twists in anger and the horrible things that have been done to you. Such unrighteous acts committed make me angry beyond belief
"Was I in the wrong?" Achilles ponders the question for a moment. Right and wrong, such fragile and relative concepts. "A general's job is not just to lead their troops." He says finally, heaving a sigh as he leans up against the bars as an odd sort of tiredness sweeps over him, a sort of mental exhaustion. "It's to serve them, to guide them, and most importantly, keep them healthy and sane. They are not above them in any way, no matter their experience or strategic prowess. They-" He hesitates, before looking up, his gaze fixing on the eyeholes in the helm, the closest he can come to meeting the man's eyes. " *We* are equals to the men we command. What that so-called general did was vile and disgraceful. Your actions, while brutal, are understandable. I can't even begin to imagine the pain and anger, the things you've gone through in your lifetime that should have never happened." A sad smile crosses Achilles's face. "But, as you said, what's done is done... nonetheless, I'm sorry, my friend. May I call you that? A friend?"
❤🥀Amazing!! Hopefully they'll find a way to break out from the dungeon & find a way to get that helmet off without hurting him. Can't wait for part 3!!😊🥀❤
EDIT: SIR THIS WAS SO GOOD, and the following short story was somewhat concerningly fun to write 😐 Eir Sieglinde (pronounced Air SIEGE-Lind) pondered all that this faceless man had said, knowing that she would have done, at least similar in his situation, she could not fault him, though nor could she say he was guiltless. She wasn’t, so she should know. “My story… will be nothing like yours.” She said, looking him in what she could only assume were his eyes beneath the helm. “And, as you said of yours, it will be your place to judge if it is just as bad.. but I do feel at least, that it is just as filled with rage, and no small amount of grief as yours.” Eir said, adjusting to sit on her knees, hands palms down on her lap, head slightly bowed and eyes closed. Taking a breath to steel herself, and to try to keep herself calm enough to spin her tale without bursting into either flaming rage or tears like duel rivers, as the emotions were still so recent, and subsequently still so hot, like a poker in a fire, that any tremor in her composure would crumble her walls. Several deep breaths later, and she began. “Nine years old. I… ran away from… well it was never really home, just a place where children are left at the doorstep when they aren’t wanted or can’t be cared for.” She began with bitterness in her voice, keeping her eyes closed as if that helped her stay somewhat calm. “I hadn’t anything but a small knapsack filled with only my one stuffed toy, and a few small pilfered pieces of food from the old, hardly functioning kitchen that I and my housemates were made to clean. Among near a hundred other far worse chores.” She continued, going on to tell how swiftly her food ran out, and how quickly she began to despair, terrified of these new unknown surroundings but knowing she could never go back. She told of how her stomach, aching with hunger by the second day was making her contemplate going back whence she ran. Finally collapsing in exhaustion beneath a tree, wondering if this was where she would spend the rest of her at the time, short foreseeable life. “And then I was found.” She said “By…” she paused, but only for the slightest moment “By Munites, I only… briefly realized I was being held, and.. carried somewhere… before I fell unconscious, and then woke some hours later in a warm bed, the smell of something delicious in the air, and to the sound of my stomach complaining.” She smiled slightly at the memory “I had never been treated with such kindness and understanding as when I was with Tr- the Munites. They took me in, taught me their ways, became my family… and they were more so than any biological parents I may yet still have….” She said, looking somewhat sad before steeling herself again after a moment “I only wish I could’ve saved them from a… a group of crazed zealots- claiming to be Rexenites who came through and- and massacred my family. I was the one unlucky enough to be chosen as the only survivor who-“ she paused again for a half second “Who would tell others about them.” She continued, saying how as subsequent years passed, hopping to and from Munite settlements, welcomed, but never having quite that same familial bond with any of them as she’d had with her own family. “As the… the years dragged on, hate grew inside me for those who had… Deni- t-taken from me the… only people who had ever cared for me.” Eir said, her chin quivering as she took a few more steadying breaths. “Soon that hate turned to loathing, which turned to rage, which turned into a desire to hunt every last one of them down… *and so I did.”* she said, rather, snarled, eyes still closed as her chin quivered still more, a slight tremor in her voice now as she spoke “I did to them what they deser- w-what they did to my family. And when I finally got to the las- to their leader? There was this moment… we locked eyes, and *in,* that moment… I… I looked at him… *and I saw myself.* in that moment I knew. This sorry excuse for a living being, was my father. Not some raving lunatic like I thoug- l-like his followers, but a noble, d… disguised as such a monster, which was really no disguise at all, but the true man behind the ruse of a gentleman. I severed one of his Achilles tendons, stabbed him non fatally in the gut, and held my knife to his jugular as I said *’you took the lives of my family. So I’m taking yours. Sound fair.?’* all he did was grin, and tried to say something before I slit his throat.” Her voice calm, collected, not a waver in her tone and then “it wasn’t long before I was found out and caught, then tried and put in here… I still remember that demented grin on that man’s face as the light left his eyes. I may have wondered briefly before I was caught… but I knew he knew who I was before I killed him… I knew what he was going to say….” She took a deep breath. Then her composure came crumbling down *”like father… like.. d-daughter.”* her voice shaking as tears leaked from her eyes and down her cheeks, her hands now moving to cover her mouth to muffle her sobs, both of despair and grief, and of self loathing.
A good question as to why we're there. Here's my take. "I was framed," she said as she looked to faceless. "Framed for a crime I did not commit, and they had all the evidence they needed to frame me, because I am a magic wielder." She said, with disappointment in her words as she looked out to the wall outside of their cage, "I had every reason not to commit the crime, as it was my mentor, and another students." She looked back to faceless, pity in her tone as she spoke. "However, I was more skilled between the two of us, and my mentor favored me over them, causing them to, kill our mentor, and pin the crime on me." She rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Simply, because they were petty, because they weren't good enough...However, if I had to have committed the crime...It wouldn't be on our mentor, no." A smile crossed her face as she stared at the man before her. "I would do it to them, I never liked them, they were nothing but rude, selfish, ignorant, and spoiled. Thinking that the world owed them for everything they didn't get. And, so if I had to choose, rather it be me, or them, I rather it be them, who were faulted...After all, why feel remorse for someone, when you've done nothing wrong?"
I'm so curious about what the listener's reason for being imprisoned is- and I wonder if we will be able to get his helmet off in future videos and see his face-- another amazing video :DD
..I just realized he is quite literally a captive audience 😏 *pulls out a bunch of dad jokes* so what did the ocean say ti the beach? Nothing it just waved! 😎 I think I’m so funny
HOLY CHEESE BALLS WE GOT PART 2! Otodus can wait this time DUNGEON MAN CALLING MY NAME and you dead know how much I love Otodus Siren HE CAN WAIT THIS TIME XD
I AM HERE *glass shattering baby crying cat hissing* HALF AN HOUR LATE BUT I AM HERE :D Edit: where'd the crying baby come from ;-; uhh that ain't mine-
I literally just listened to part one for the first time yesterday then I wake up to see this as the first thing on my recommend🤭 Keep up the good work
I'm quite curious about how did the listener get in the prison. I feel like the listener probably was framed or did something really cruel by accident. Like they was a mage and accidentally blew up a village or they was framed for ruining a company or something. Maybe the listener did that crime on purpose and was like Nameless who wanted revenge after believing a lie.. Maybe they had people who they trusted and back stabbed them to save their own skins? Who knows..
Part three pls???? Also what he did was so resonable and i think it was the right thing and why would i be scared of him if he is such a sweetheart ❤❤❤❤❤ Also amazing job
I just imagined listener and faceless as that one key and peele skit 😂 Listener: You know i’m actually kinda comfortable Faceless: not that bad, I was so stressed from work i feel unplugged Listener: True I mean it could be worse, we are still alive Faceless: Exactly
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In my headcannon, YN did something even more brutal to end up in the lowest level of the dungeon.
Yes
"I killed 18 men. One by one." -Mutants
Yeah for me What He did is totally okay it Was revenge and he did not deserve that punishment :(
They told everyone bad morning when told good morning
@An FBI agent how cruel!!! I find that worse than giving somone a loaf of crust
Him : “Dark skies, the smell of ash, the heat of fire, the sound of screams” *(Repeats over and over)*
Me : *“CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING EMO OVER THERE I’M TRYING TO SLEEP-“*
(Extra)
Him : “ What was I repeating just then? *Sorry, I’m still getting used to having with another living person.* ”
Me : “ *Well at least you have manners.* “
FR "still awake??" YEAH I WONDER WHY
That's exactly what I was thinking!
Oh a nother living person since when ?
His emo phase is coming in. He’ll probably start chanting “All the pain in my heart! “ 🖤💀
@@AuroraF33 This is hilarious I’m crying
Faceless: Was I in the wrong?
Me: You know what they say: an eye for an eye or in your case a burning life for a burning life
I love Siren's duality he has characters and stories that are so sweet and romantic like Thresh and the wedding and Duke baking than ones like this where he's like " I burned a man alive in a forge as an act of revenge for killing my family" woah man heavy. Also love that after years of isolation he still knows how to flirt by telling us we have a pretty face in the Moonlight 🩵
PART TWO?!?! We gettin spoiled y’all ❤
Facts
Yes, yes ❤💓
Yes we are
Smack's sister
THAT'S FACTS !
I agree and I don’t mind it
They sat silently for a moment before responding. "Were you wrong to do what you could to survive? To live a life as a weapon because you were told that was what you deserved? Were you wrong take revenge for the death of your family? To kill the man who turned you into a tool for his usage and treated those you loved as nothing more than words on a page and coinage trading hands? No, I don't believe so."
They sat for a moment longer before turning their face up to him, looking as deeply as they could into the iron of the helmet. "If seeing my face is the price for the story, I shall stay as close to these bars as I can in the light. I may not yet be comfortable telling my own story but this small favor I can offer you. You say my face is favorable, but I believe yours must have been more so. What a dishonor on those who dared to strip you of your name, no matter the circumstances. Choose a name, any you like, and I shall call you by it for as long as you wish me to."
"That's fucked!"
Faceless leaned back, startled by this sudden outburst that had so rudely interrupted his story. He watched quietly as the thief got up and began pacing the room.
"*This* was your punishment for killing just one dude? I mean sure, he was a general and all, but they practically melted your face off! I get throwing you in jail, don't get me wrong, but solitary confinement for killing the guy who hired someone to kill your family? That's bullshit."
Faceless smiled as the small thief sat back down in a huff. "So, you believe I'm justified in my actions?" he asked, leaning forward.
" I'm... not sure. " The young man frowned at the ground as Faceless took in the sight.
"You have a beautiful face," he suddenly declared. The thief's head shot up, eyebrows raised in surprise. Before he could say anything, Faceless spoke again. "Cherish it. Remember it."
The young boy flashed a confused smile, along with a muffled "thanks" in return.
I know I will, Faceless thought as he stared into the shining eyes of the thief. Catching himself, he cleared his throat. "So, what did a small thing like you do to get yourself locked up down here?"
The boy let out a soft laugh. " *That* is a very long story."
Faceless smiled. "We seem to have an eternity. And anyway, I like a good story."
I headcannon that unlike Faceless, Listener unambiguously deserves to be in their cell.
"he slayed😫💅" no he literally did slay a general 💀
Back story for our poor Faceless... Oof. He had every hecking right to do that.
...great.. Siren... Now I want to write ..
Mystery man: I've forgotten my own face
Me:...how is your beard not overflowing from the holes in the mask...
✨magic✨
my theory is that when the helmet was being fitted to him, it burned off a lot of hair. So maybe he can't grow a beard because of scar tissue. I don't really know though
Ah, so he fell for the whole "destroy everything in your life so you have no choice but to join my shady army trick". Happens to the best of us I suppose.
Still not afraid of Faceless, I feel like his anger was justified, but holy crap the execution of it was brutal! Ye olde extortionist definitely deserved some form of justice but I was thinking it was going to be faster than that, like a reverse lava shoes situation or something from the old fairytales at the mention of the helmet.
Nameless: *Explains how he brutally unalived a general*
Me: ..... Holy sh*t that's awesome
Nameless: What-
(Bro I love this man so much 😭💚)
Brown Hair and Hazel Eyes, his face worn with misery. His skin, once kissed in sunlight, now somewhat pale from the lack of light. His body still built for battle, even after going so long unused, is covered in scars.
*He who was once so strong,*
*Now seemingly broken beyond repair.*
"I'm supposed to look like my mother" BROWN HAIRED BOI! YUH!
Man, I've been curious about this guy since we first met him. I'm so glad that we not only got to hear more from him, but we got to learn about how he got into his current predicament. Honestly, now that we know more about him, he feels a lot less threatening. As heinous as an act like that was, it wasn't for no reason. Not to mention, he seems a lot more accepting of his fate (and less likely to lash out at someone over it).
Also, with how often he describes this fair faced listener, it makes me wonder what their reason for ending up here would be. What other types of acts could put someone in a place like this?
Amazing job as always, Siren! I'm super excited for what may come next!
I have an idea of why Listener might've ended up there, if you'd like to hear it. (Just a heads up if you do indeed wish to hear it, I will most certainly ramble. So be prepared for a very long read 😅)
@@wonderlandious I’m more than down to read about it (love these kinds of headcannons)
@@scooter6104 alrighty then! Ok do my idea/headcannon was this: Listener was a child of nobility blessed with magic, but unfortunately they were blessed/cursed with poisonous magic. And in trying to train, accidentally killed some servants, or another noble and got caught. Thus, they were thrown into the lowest level of the dungeon, along with the other most dangerous prisoner. So, thoughts?
@@wonderlandious that’s a fairly layered theory, and with how they’re described, I can definitely see magic user who’s powers went haywire. I’d have to rewatch to see if there’s much more indicating nobility outside of having a fair-face and whatnot though.
@@scooter6104 ah very true, I dont know if there is other proof for nobility besides the beauty thing. To be honest, the nobility mainly came from my Listener's back story.
WHY CAN'T I JUST HUG HIM?!?!?!
him: Was I wrong?
My mind: FUCK NO YOU WERE JUSTIFIED IN YOUR RAMPAGE.
MYSTERY MAN IS BACC.
I've been wondering when he's going to return. But he's finally here!
Faceless:dark skies, smell of ash, heat of fire, sound of screams x5
Me: are you summoning a demon or something? If so why wasn’t I invited
Faceless:what’s your story, I can wait
Me:…….well if you figure it out in your waiting let me know cuz that would be great
“Dark skies” alright we’re starting off with a brooding session, great start love it all ready :D
*totally didn’t just finish the second Lego Movie movie*
Nameless: *Tells her his story*
Me: *Crying*
Nameless: I understand if You see me as an abomination of some sort *sighs* I wouldn't blame You
Me: *sticks her both hands through the cell bars as her shackles clashes with the metal, still crying*
I don't see You as a freak, also I'm really s-sorry You had that horrible fate... Forgive me for crying... Would You mind getting closer towards me?
Nameless: If that calms You down, then... *comes towards her and takes her hands in his*
Me: *calms herself down* I'm sorry... I'm not willing to share My story yet, the wound is very recent
Nameless: I'm a patient man, don't worry about the time
Me: *looks at him teary-eyed* Thank You, Nameless [Thoughts: I promise You, We'll find a way out to a peaceful life for both of us, we don't deserve what we've gone through so far]
not even a minute in and my first thought was: "wow, this guy must be such a delight at parties."
Him: “Dark skies, smell of ash, heat of fire, etc…”
Me: ..ok vibes
I abandoned my aroace identity the minute I got the notification.
IM READY OK I WILL DRAW THIS “stranger” AS MANY TIMES I CAN SO IM GONNA BE DRAWING HIM AFTER IM DONE HEARING THIS.
Part two with a mysterious yet buff man? Yes please
“Does your face curl with disgust for me? Or does it furrow with sympathy?” It twists in anger and the horrible things that have been done to you. Such unrighteous acts committed make me angry beyond belief
Yes we get more faceless!!!
Finally a part 2, I'm so happy!
"Was I in the wrong?"
Achilles ponders the question for a moment. Right and wrong, such fragile and relative concepts. "A general's job is not just to lead their troops." He says finally, heaving a sigh as he leans up against the bars as an odd sort of tiredness sweeps over him, a sort of mental exhaustion. "It's to serve them, to guide them, and most importantly, keep them healthy and sane. They are not above them in any way, no matter their experience or strategic prowess. They-" He hesitates, before looking up, his gaze fixing on the eyeholes in the helm, the closest he can come to meeting the man's eyes.
" *We* are equals to the men we command. What that so-called general did was vile and disgraceful. Your actions, while brutal, are understandable. I can't even begin to imagine the pain and anger, the things you've gone through in your lifetime that should have never happened." A sad smile crosses Achilles's face. "But, as you said, what's done is done... nonetheless, I'm sorry, my friend. May I call you that? A friend?"
Me: *happily zoning out*
Faceless: *discussing about dark backstory*
Me: “HUH WHAT oh..yeah hi talking man sorry about that”
I KNEW THE GENERAL SET IT ON FIRE I KNEW IT
Faceless: what do you think of me now after all that I have told u
Me:honestly slay bestie he was a douche
my interpretation of the listener is someone who’s always having a O_O expression and being extremely blunt
❤🥀Amazing!! Hopefully they'll find a way to break out from the dungeon & find a way to get that helmet off without hurting him. Can't wait for part 3!!😊🥀❤
I love this dude so much, I’m happy we get to see him so soon again. Thank you siren!
I kinda like his tattoo.
another masterpiece to listen to!💙
Hell yea my dude
Edit after audio: maybe we are a Medusa? (Y'know snake hair)
Yes!!! Part 2 ✨❤✨
So good to see Faceless again 😊
This is part 2 I think you mean part 3 sorry if I sound rude.
@@frenchtoast9158
You're mistaken, it is part 2 not 3
@@allmakeupsfx I'm sorry I understand your first comment after I typed it in I'm so sorry I was just being stupid and didn't read it I'm so sorry.
@@frenchtoast9158
Its all good 👍🏻
@@allmakeupsfx ok ty and do you want to be friends with me?
Great job siren this was sad but fun to listen to.
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I'm glad he is back
EDIT: SIR THIS WAS SO GOOD, and the following short story was somewhat concerningly fun to write 😐
Eir Sieglinde (pronounced Air SIEGE-Lind) pondered all that this faceless man had said, knowing that she would have done, at least similar in his situation, she could not fault him, though nor could she say he was guiltless. She wasn’t, so she should know.
“My story… will be nothing like yours.” She said, looking him in what she could only assume were his eyes beneath the helm. “And, as you said of yours, it will be your place to judge if it is just as bad.. but I do feel at least, that it is just as filled with rage, and no small amount of grief as yours.” Eir said, adjusting to sit on her knees, hands palms down on her lap, head slightly bowed and eyes closed.
Taking a breath to steel herself, and to try to keep herself calm enough to spin her tale without bursting into either flaming rage or tears like duel rivers, as the emotions were still so recent, and subsequently still so hot, like a poker in a fire, that any tremor in her composure would crumble her walls.
Several deep breaths later, and she began.
“Nine years old. I… ran away from… well it was never really home, just a place where children are left at the doorstep when they aren’t wanted or can’t be cared for.” She began with bitterness in her voice, keeping her eyes closed as if that helped her stay somewhat calm. “I hadn’t anything but a small knapsack filled with only my one stuffed toy, and a few small pilfered pieces of food from the old, hardly functioning kitchen that I and my housemates were made to clean. Among near a hundred other far worse chores.” She continued, going on to tell how swiftly her food ran out, and how quickly she began to despair, terrified of these new unknown surroundings but knowing she could never go back. She told of how her stomach, aching with hunger by the second day was making her contemplate going back whence she ran. Finally collapsing in exhaustion beneath a tree, wondering if this was where she would spend the rest of her at the time, short foreseeable life. “And then I was found.” She said “By…” she paused, but only for the slightest moment “By Munites, I only… briefly realized I was being held, and.. carried somewhere… before I fell unconscious, and then woke some hours later in a warm bed, the smell of something delicious in the air, and to the sound of my stomach complaining.” She smiled slightly at the memory “I had never been treated with such kindness and understanding as when I was with Tr- the Munites. They took me in, taught me their ways, became my family… and they were more so than any biological parents I may yet still have….” She said, looking somewhat sad before steeling herself again after a moment “I only wish I could’ve saved them from a… a group of crazed zealots- claiming to be Rexenites who came through and- and massacred my family. I was the one unlucky enough to be chosen as the only survivor who-“ she paused again for a half second “Who would tell others about them.”
She continued, saying how as subsequent years passed, hopping to and from Munite settlements, welcomed, but never having quite that same familial bond with any of them as she’d had with her own family. “As the… the years dragged on, hate grew inside me for those who had… Deni- t-taken from me the… only people who had ever cared for me.” Eir said, her chin quivering as she took a few more steadying breaths.
“Soon that hate turned to loathing, which turned to rage, which turned into a desire to hunt every last one of them down… *and so I did.”* she said, rather, snarled, eyes still closed as her chin quivered still more, a slight tremor in her voice now as she spoke “I did to them what they deser- w-what they did to my family. And when I finally got to the las- to their leader? There was this moment… we locked eyes, and *in,* that moment… I… I looked at him… *and I saw myself.* in that moment I knew. This sorry excuse for a living being, was my father. Not some raving lunatic like I thoug- l-like his followers, but a noble, d… disguised as such a monster, which was really no disguise at all, but the true man behind the ruse of a gentleman. I severed one of his Achilles tendons, stabbed him non fatally in the gut, and held my knife to his jugular as I said *’you took the lives of my family. So I’m taking yours. Sound fair.?’* all he did was grin, and tried to say something before I slit his throat.” Her voice calm, collected, not a waver in her tone and then “it wasn’t long before I was found out and caught, then tried and put in here… I still remember that demented grin on that man’s face as the light left his eyes. I may have wondered briefly before I was caught… but I knew he knew who I was before I killed him… I knew what he was going to say….” She took a deep breath.
Then her composure came crumbling down *”like father… like.. d-daughter.”* her voice shaking as tears leaked from her eyes and down her cheeks, her hands now moving to cover her mouth to muffle her sobs, both of despair and grief, and of self loathing.
WTF THERES NO WAY YOU WROTE ALL OF THIS
@@veronii6700 am I to assume that means you like it?
@@WhippoorWispWillowYEA!!! it’s awesome
I didn't realize this till now but his helmet looks like a castle crasher's Knights helmet
I could fall asleep by listening to his voice, it's so soothing and I love the Mysterious stranger 🥰😍💗💞❣💚💜💝💙💛🤎💘🧡🤍💖💌💕💟💓🖤❤
YESSSSS IT'S HERE FINALLY
Gee you spoil us too much thank you so freaking much
I really want to know what we've done to end up in here if *that's* his reason. But also omg he called us beautiful 🙈. Excellent work as always!
This is probably my favorite character you’d created by far siren! Thank you for all ur hard work!❤
Im on time this time I promiseeeee
I FIGURED OUT MY TIME LIMIT'S PASCODE JUST TO LISTEN TO THIS!
🫡🫡 one of my favs
I was waiting for a new chapter on this!!
A good question as to why we're there. Here's my take.
"I was framed," she said as she looked to faceless. "Framed for a crime I did not commit, and they had all the evidence they needed to frame me, because I am a magic wielder." She said, with disappointment in her words as she looked out to the wall outside of their cage, "I had every reason not to commit the crime, as it was my mentor, and another students." She looked back to faceless, pity in her tone as she spoke. "However, I was more skilled between the two of us, and my mentor favored me over them, causing them to, kill our mentor, and pin the crime on me." She rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Simply, because they were petty, because they weren't good enough...However, if I had to have committed the crime...It wouldn't be on our mentor, no." A smile crossed her face as she stared at the man before her. "I would do it to them, I never liked them, they were nothing but rude, selfish, ignorant, and spoiled. Thinking that the world owed them for everything they didn't get. And, so if I had to choose, rather it be me, or them, I rather it be them, who were faulted...After all, why feel remorse for someone, when you've done nothing wrong?"
My thoughts always go right to listener being framed lol :)
been hoping we got more of this!!
excellent audio it is awesome and perfect you did pretty great job 😃😁🤩👍
6:25 "... All I look like now is-" Shovel Knight?
I genuinely think what he did was completely terrible, it was a fitting punishment for the general. I want to know what the listener's story is now
He kind of looks like a muscular version of Shovel Knight
Audibly said "FUCK YEAH" when I saw an update
Edit: the way I would go red if he called my face beautiful even tho I can't see his 🚶
My poor baby boy 🥺
I just want to hug and show him love and kindness! If not take his time, place, and punishment so he can be free
I'm so curious about what the listener's reason for being imprisoned is- and I wonder if we will be able to get his helmet off in future videos and see his face-- another amazing video :DD
Hello! Oh yeah, I'm really excited to see more of the lore of this character and who are we going to end!!
Thanks my Lord 💙💙
..I just realized he is quite literally a captive audience 😏 *pulls out a bunch of dad jokes* so what did the ocean say ti the beach? Nothing it just waved! 😎 I think I’m so funny
YAYAY I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE>:D!!!
An early Christmas present!!! Thank you Siren!
I’m being spoiled this holiday season :))))
HOLY CHEESE BALLS WE GOT PART 2! Otodus can wait this time DUNGEON MAN CALLING MY NAME and you dead know how much I love Otodus Siren HE CAN WAIT THIS TIME XD
I AM HERE *glass shattering baby crying cat hissing* HALF AN HOUR LATE BUT I AM HERE :D
Edit: where'd the crying baby come from ;-; uhh that ain't mine-
lets hope his face reveal isn't like dreams
Faceless his back story is like the song ‘Brutus’
Aww! I wanted to know what we did!
Bro I have questionable taste in men😭
Him: dark skies, the smell of ash, the heat of fire, the sounds of screams"
Me: im never gonna fxckin' sleep.
I am very happy !! Thank you for posting :) ♡♡
I literally just listened to part one for the first time yesterday then I wake up to see this as the first thing on my recommend🤭
Keep up the good work
I LOVE UR VIDS 💙💙💙
I just want to hold his hand and tell him I don't think he was wrong.
"bit of a night owl didn't you?"
Me who didn't sleep untill around 10 am in the morning "yes"
There's more parts???
Well, MERRY CHRISTMAS 💙🥹💀
Ok your voice is as Amazing as Always!!
Yes! Mystery Beefy Man!!!
Loved this audio can we get a part 3?
I'm quite curious about how did the listener get in the prison. I feel like the listener probably was framed or did something really cruel by accident. Like they was a mage and accidentally blew up a village or they was framed for ruining a company or something. Maybe the listener did that crime on purpose and was like Nameless who wanted revenge after believing a lie.. Maybe they had people who they trusted and back stabbed them to save their own skins? Who knows..
thank you Siren, I've been waiting for part two of this big boy
ohh purr so he's poetic too 🤭🤭🤭
Siren…listen..i have a trade offer. We get a part 3 of this and you get a homemade scarf. Pretty good deal if you ask me
LORE TIME YEEEEEEEEE
Best roleplay ever!!!
I’m going to hear those verses all night. Christmas came early. Thank you siren
That’s a big boy right there
Cant wait for more Intrigued lol
I wonder if he’s a victim of Ravenfell? 👀👀
Part three pls????
Also what he did was so resonable and i think it was the right thing and why would i be scared of him if he is such a sweetheart ❤❤❤❤❤
Also amazing job
If he did that…what we did ourselves ?
I just imagined listener and faceless as that one key and peele skit 😂
Listener: You know i’m actually kinda comfortable
Faceless: not that bad, I was so stressed from work i feel unplugged
Listener: True I mean it could be worse, we are still alive
Faceless: Exactly
We might be getting spoiled but we might need a part 3 of camping with your rivel
I meant rival
Damn, wonder what we did to end up here. Either way, definatly looking forward to figuring that out