Entry #8

I found that small owl from earlier. The Limerickist says the small owl's name is Atki, and that he's friendly. She also said there is a second owl that stayed up high on the upper shelves. Her name is Siro, and she is not friendly. She told me if I see her, I should avoid her at all costs. I think as long as she isn't a giant like the Limerickist, she won't be that scary.

On another note, the Limerickist went out again today to find a map. She told me I was welcome to read whatever I pleased as long as I was careful with the older books. I promised to be gentle. I found a large book of classic fairytales. The Limerickest told me it was her favorite book. I only hope she finds a map soon so I can get back to civilization.

Cautious but comfortable

Owen Grantly

Entry #7

Woke up to a hot plate of food this morning. I think it was some sort of rodent, but I was too hungry to care. I asked the big owl what I should call it, rather than saying "it" all the time. It said it was a she, and that I could call her the Limerickist.

She told me she collects works of literature from anywhere she can find it (probably by scaring off the poor souls the books belong too.) She says she also wrote those poems that hang from the ceiling. As far as her origins go, even she seems to be unsure, though I don't think she really cares either.

She asked my name, and I told her who I was, just a humble explorer who lost his way. She offered to help. She said when she went out to find more books, she'd look for a map as well.

I hope she can keep her word.

Hoping cautiously,

Owen Grantly

Entry #6

Water. It offered me water. I think I'm still in shock. Maybe it's just toying with me, playing with my mind.

It's standing on a cushion now, reading. I asked what the book was. The owl said it was "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." It seems to like old literature. The big owl says I can stay the night here. I don't really have much choice, but I don't think I'll be falling asleep tonight.

Still looking for an escape,

Owen Grantly

Entry #5

The monster came back, and it's looking directly at me. I'm trying to move as little as possible, but if something does happen, whoever is reading this will know what happened to me. It had it's back turned to me, and I dropped my pen, and it turned its head around and looked dead at me. It's just staring. I'm not sure if it can see me, actually. It… oh, it's walking towards me now. I think this is the end of the line.

Farewell,

Owen Grantly

Entry #4

I spent half the day trying to figure a way down, but when I climbed up on the vines, I must have loosened them because they've fallen to the ground. Or maybe that beast pulled them down to spite me…

I fell asleep behind the desk where the monster wouldn't find me. When I woke up, there was an owl sitting on one of the cushions playing with some paper. It's a dark barn owl like the big monster one I saw earlier. Maybe the beast can shrink itself…

Yours truely,

Owen Grantly

Entry #3

There's something in here. I was looking at the poems on the ceiling when something flew past the window. I thought nothing of it until it appeared at the doorway. I'm hiding behind a desk now. I've only caught a glimpse of it. It looked like a monster, some overgrown bird-like monster. I'm going to take a look at it again.

It's an owl. A 9-foot tall barn owl. Its got some sort of bag on its back. A messenger bag, looks like. Hang on, it's putting it down. It's emptying the bag…. books. A lot of books. It's putting the bag back on now… it's flown away. I've got to get out of here.

Send prayers for me,

O. Grantly

Entry #2

I managed to climb into the house, and I was exauhsted. It surprised me to find it was fully furnished, like a real house with shelves and cushions and a hammock that acted as a bed, a long with a lot of bird nests up high on shelves, some of them look like they have birds in them. I'll keep quiet. It almosts looks like a glorified chicken coop in here.

The house is in the shape of an octogon, and everything's made of wood, except for the back three walls, those are made of glass panes. Its actually quite beautiful in here when the sun shines in. And I've just noticed, there are shelves filled with books in this place. And pages, there are pages hung from the ceiling on strings. Some of them look hand written. They're poems, most of them about animals it looks like.

They seem…

Hang on, I must go,

Grantly

CL1 Lore I guess....

Entry #1

I made a mistake and got lost somewhere. At this point I don't remember where I was going. I thought I ought to start writing some things down, in case some one wants to know what happenes to me.

My name is Owen Grantly, and I'm an explorer. I was wandering through the forest wondering where I was when I came upon this sort of cabin hanging from an enormous tree. There are no stairs or ladders, it's just hanging there. It almost looks like some sort of gigantic birdhouse. The door is even a circle.

I tried calling out but there was no answer. I see some vines, I think I'll try and use them to climb to the house.

Wish me luck,

Owen Grantly

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-The Dark One

Back from the dead at last, and I've got a new story with me. It will be under the onyc section titled "The Final Feast." It follows the events of Procoptodon Chronicles.

~CL1

I’m going to start rating stories depending on their likes. One like equals ten percent. Would it be ok if I do this for procoptodon chronicles?

Sure thing! I could use feedback anyways.

~CL1

Tis mine.

~CL1

a HeLpFuL tIp .... you know the rest.

Oh hi wwt! I was just coming here to make fun of dark one!

(Dark One) it doesnt matter, I'll just get rid of you on thanksgiving.

This happens almost every holiday! Cant we just take a break for a second???

(Dark One) well it was prophesied that one of us would defeat the other.

I honestly dont care, just leave me alone.

(Dark One) alright, I guess I'll just tell wwt your secret then. Hey wwt, shadow is-

NO PLEASE DONT I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!

(Dark One) THEN STOP COMING EVERY DAY TO MAKE FUN OF ME!!!!!

oh ok. Thats easy enough.

-a shadow who has a very protected secret

Yes, Journey is dead during the events of this story. Although dreamvisiting from a far distance is a good thought!

And by the way, love your chapter. It’s great.

- President Loki

Wasn't CL1, classic limerickist 1?

=Eternal Loki

Hmmmm….??? Whats going on in here…???

Ohhhhhh fan fics……

-Random person

I just thought of something.

Eternal Loki, since I'm a Phoenix, and they are eternal.

-Eternal Loki/DX

Ok, Loki! I'm trying to think of a Loki variant name but I can't, any suggestions?

Also I'm sane on here, not really irl

- some Loki variant I can't think of/ DX

Benderback Cramplescrunch is my favorite part of this conversation, too!

Oh, don’t apologize about showing up, silly. The dye isn’t a VIP section, anyone can hop in and join the Loki Variant Party Club (who also likes Steven). It’s probably good if we have some (relatively) sane company for once!

- President Loki