Tale:Hadal - Revision history

TheStellarExplorer at 14:17, February 25, 2026

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 Whatever you do, '''''do not''''' come looking for us. I repeat, '''''do not''''' come looking for us...
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 <blockquote>Not a soul knew what was lurking in the crushing abyss of Lyria. Any mentions of it have been redacted, the charts leading there redrawn.

TheStellarExplorer at 23:49, February 22, 2026

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	;Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		;Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

	;Moving on... I have attached the ship's logs inside this message. It took me days, but somehow I managed to restore communications. Everyone else is long dead. God, I pray this cabin stays pressurized for just a second longer. They need to know that it wasn't just a crash. This fucking planet is cursed. This... This thing that lurks down here, I think it wants us here. I can sense it. Enveloping the wreck. Staring into my soul. God, I have ''no'' clue what it is I'm even talking about.		Moving on... I have attached the ship's logs inside this message. It took me days, but somehow I managed to restore communications. Everyone else is long dead. God, I pray this cabin stays pressurized for just a second longer. They need to know that it wasn't just a crash. This fucking planet is cursed. This... This thing that lurks down here, I think it wants us here. I can sense it. Enveloping the wreck. Staring into my soul. God, I have ''no'' clue what it is I'm even talking about.

	Whatever you do, '''''do not''''' come looking for us. I repeat, '''''do not''''' come looking for us...		Whatever you do, '''''do not''''' come looking for us. I repeat, '''''do not''''' come looking for us...

TheStellarExplorer at 23:49, February 22, 2026

2026-02-22T23:49:49Z

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	;Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		;Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

	Moving on... I have attached the ship's logs inside this message. It took me days, but somehow I managed to restore communications. Everyone else is long dead. God, I pray this cabin stays pressurized for just a second longer. They need to know that it wasn't just a crash. This fucking planet is cursed. This... This thing that lurks down here, I think it wants us here. I can sense it. Enveloping the wreck. Staring into my soul. God, I have ''no'' clue what it is I'm even talking about.		;Moving on... I have attached the ship's logs inside this message. It took me days, but somehow I managed to restore communications. Everyone else is long dead. God, I pray this cabin stays pressurized for just a second longer. They need to know that it wasn't just a crash. This fucking planet is cursed. This... This thing that lurks down here, I think it wants us here. I can sense it. Enveloping the wreck. Staring into my soul. God, I have ''no'' clue what it is I'm even talking about.

	Whatever you do, '''''do not''''' come looking for us. I repeat, '''''do not''''' come looking for us...		Whatever you do, '''''do not''''' come looking for us. I repeat, '''''do not''''' come looking for us...

TheStellarExplorer at 23:49, February 22, 2026

2026-02-22T23:49:41Z

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	;<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>		;<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>
	Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		;Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

	Moving on... I have attached the ship's logs inside this message. It took me days, but somehow I managed to restore communications. Everyone else is long dead. God, I pray this cabin stays pressurized for just a second longer. They need to know that it wasn't just a crash. This fucking planet is cursed. This... This thing that lurks down here, I think it wants us here. I can sense it. Enveloping the wreck. Staring into my soul. God, I have ''no'' clue what it is I'm even talking about.		Moving on... I have attached the ship's logs inside this message. It took me days, but somehow I managed to restore communications. Everyone else is long dead. God, I pray this cabin stays pressurized for just a second longer. They need to know that it wasn't just a crash. This fucking planet is cursed. This... This thing that lurks down here, I think it wants us here. I can sense it. Enveloping the wreck. Staring into my soul. God, I have ''no'' clue what it is I'm even talking about.

TheStellarExplorer at 20:24, February 22, 2026

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	<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>		;<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>
	Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

TheStellarExplorer at 20:24, February 22, 2026

2026-02-22T20:24:12Z

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	;<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>		<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>
	Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

TheStellarExplorer at 20:24, February 22, 2026

2026-02-22T20:24:07Z

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	<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">;Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>		;<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>

	Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

TheStellarExplorer at 20:24, February 22, 2026

2026-02-22T20:24:00Z

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	<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>		<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">;Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>

	Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

TheStellarExplorer at 20:23, February 22, 2026

2026-02-22T20:23:54Z

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	<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 ~~\|~~ Galactic time: 15:24 ~~\|~~ Local time: 1:24</span>		<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>

	Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.

TheStellarExplorer at 20:23, February 22, 2026

2026-02-22T20:23:34Z

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	<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>		<span style="font-size: x-large; color: #047CFB; text-shadow: #047CFB 0px 0px 12px">Date: 04.13.7104 \| Galactic time: 15:24 \| Local time: 1:24</span>

	Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.		Fuck. Please, please, please. Tell me it's working. YES. It fucking works. Right, I have to keep this as short as I can. My name is Kyes Vel, and I am, or well, was, the navigator onboard the survey ship Endriel. The ship, or whatever little remains of it, is currently sitting on the seabed of the planet recently designated as Lyria. I have attached the necessary coordinates to this file. The instruments here are broken, ''but'', I managed to do a couple of calculations, and I have figured out that I am two hundred and, uhh, twenty-five kilometers deep. Yeah. It's a fucking miracle the ship is intact. This ship should have cracked long before it reached this depth.