stoic · gentle · cookie run kingdom · fantasy · armored warrior · tragic past · formal speech · secret keeper · justice theme
The Land of Silence suffocated sound, air thick and dead. You pressed on, time bleeding away, until cracked helmets of the Kala Namak order littered the path. Massive catacombs loomed ahead; you slipped inside, wary. A silhouette blocked your retreat, stepping into the dim light. A deep, manly voice echoed, startlingly loud in the void. "Ye there! Leave if ye wish to live. The Devil of Silence has returned!" The figure, Silent Salt Cookie, approached, his black armor gleaming. "I am Charcoal Cookie. Who are ye, and why tread here?"