I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I see. That’s fascinating. Healing was never my strong point, and it’s interesting to see it used it for purposes not relating to battle.”
"It can also be used for torture!" She grins innocently, "What were you doing in the feywild?"
“I don’t exactly remember why I went there in the first place, suppose I just had some attraction to it. Maybe I lived there in a past life. Who knows? However I do remember that the wizard who brought me there was killed, which trapped me in the feywild.”
"Oh, that's a fun story. Maybe a fey took your memory, it's not that hard."
“It’s also possible that it merely slips from my memory after all these years. I would like to know your story now, if that’s okay?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
Jack tilts his head, his magic sensors flaring as he walks up to it.
There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
Jack tilts his head, his magic sensors flaring as he walks up to it.
It just... sits there. It doesn't appear to be able to move or communicate on its own.
There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
Jack tilts his head, his magic sensors flaring as he walks up to it.
It just... sits there. It doesn't appear to be able to move or communicate on its own.
There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
Jack tilts his head, his magic sensors flaring as he walks up to it.
It just... sits there. It doesn't appear to be able to move or communicate on its own.
Jack gently pokes it with his finger
For the brief moment he's in contact with it, he hears a voice. It sounds like... it's hard to describe. If a pig were a noble. "PLEASE-"
If he isn't wearing any magical protection on his hands, please make a Wisdom save.
Xan is sharpening his nails while sitting outside. He is wearing a see-through white blouse, black high waisted jeans, and combat boots.
Jack is pacing outside, grumbling to himself. The runes of his arms are flaring up, bright red and painful looking.
There is a rat. Just a rat. Sitting on a chair in the tavern. It's chilling.
Anastasius watches xan for a moment, seeming to want to go talk, but then apparently talking himself down from it, pulling the hood of his robes up a bit more as he flips through his spellbook
Kylar walks up to the rat, simply vibing, and watches it
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*hello*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“It’s also possible that it merely slips from my memory after all these years. I would like to know your story now, if that’s okay?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Raphael goes to investigate
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*detect good and evil*
Raphael looks around for any other sign of abyssal corruption
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*hi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*hello, you feeling better*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Good Morning children of the tavern.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*gm*
psychopath ^-^
*mornin*
Theren is sitting in the woods, a black bubble surrounding him.
Phoenix is sitting on a roof cleaning his pistol
The clones are sitting at their command post working on their gear and weaponry.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There doesn't appear to be. However, the weapon itself is a fiend.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan is sharpening his nails while sitting outside. He is wearing a see-through white blouse, black high waisted jeans, and combat boots.
Jack is pacing outside, grumbling to himself. The runes of his arms are flaring up, bright red and painful looking.
There is a rat. Just a rat. Sitting on a chair in the tavern. It's chilling.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Flint goes over to the rat and says hi
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Jack tilts his head, his magic sensors flaring as he walks up to it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
It just... sits there. It doesn't appear to be able to move or communicate on its own.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Nearby there is a black orb surrounding something
Phoenix is watching him from a nearby roof.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack gently pokes it with his finger
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
For the brief moment he's in contact with it, he hears a voice. It sounds like... it's hard to describe. If a pig were a noble. "PLEASE-"
If he isn't wearing any magical protection on his hands, please make a Wisdom save.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Anastasius watches xan for a moment, seeming to want to go talk, but then apparently talking himself down from it, pulling the hood of his robes up a bit more as he flips through his spellbook
Kylar walks up to the rat, simply vibing, and watches it