"Why? What benefit does that provide me?" The Lizardfolk asks, bafffled
“Oh, no good reason. But if this happens to be the last bit of knowledge that is not already inside my brain, I will know everything in the universe, which could be a key to unlocking the secrets of the universe…” His eyes seem to go static as he mumbles on and on.
"I am sure the Ancestor would be happy to provide information to you in return for compensation."
“Which ancestor? I have thousands.”
"The Ancestor, which guides me."
“Ah…I see. I’m more of a science person than a religion lad, which is what I am assuming that this is. However I am not a jackass and am religion tolerant.” A thumbs up with a blank face.
They nod, waiting for a form of offer.
*Then his afterlife is going to be real fun if dnd canon afterlife is chosen*
He stares at him for a good minute. “OH, You said something about an offering, let me see what I have.” He reaches into his pockets and places a few things on the table, a guitar pick, two packets of sugar, a cinnamon bun, and a turkey. “Will this suffice?”
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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.
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.
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.
Makko is standing out back, admiring a garden in the yard with cherry tomatoes.
Bleezer Heinstraught-Wormingham the fifty seventh and a half (or just Ed) is wondering what just happened to him and why his sword is now a rusty celery stick
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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.
The goblin leaves the tavern, and heads to the town square. He climbs on a recently constructed podium, and starts giving a speech. "I am Grand Warlord Skriggle Rœrgriples Hrakfrürtín Skrøgglsen the Devourer, ruler of all of Gøblenheim! If you are helping the rebels, you will be executed for aiding traitors! If you wish to remain on peaceful terms with the Goblins of Gøblenheim, please provide any information that you have concerning the traitors that have fled to this area!"
"DO A BACKFLIP!" Someone in the crowd yells
"This is a SERIOUS MATTER, Fool! Now, as I was Saying, any information regarding the traitors should be provided to us, or else!"
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Rend (a sentient, oversized cleaver made of flesh) is lying against the side of the tavern, likely brought there by a peasant he possessed last night.
A Pit Fiend, standing about 6'8, stands before Rend, seeming to have appeared out of know where. He is carrying a Indian Woman in his arms who wears a long red dress. She smiles "I found him!" She called out to someone.
Jackson and a young woman with wild blonde hair tied in a ponytail appear besides her and Jack smiles. "Well I'm at least glad we found you Rend. I didn't know where you ended up."
Rend (a sentient, oversized cleaver made of flesh) is lying against the side of the tavern, likely brought there by a peasant he possessed last night.
A Pit Fiend, standing about 6'8, stands before Rend, seeming to have appeared out of know where. He is carrying a Indian Woman in his arms who wears a long red dress. She smiles "I found him!" She called out to someone.
Jackson and a young woman with wild blonde hair tied in a ponytail appear besides her and Jack smiles. "Well I'm at least glad we found you Rend. I didn't know where you ended up."
The cleaver lays against the wall, ever dripping with molten fat. *He can only communicate with someone wielding him. His life really, really sucks.*
Rend (a sentient, oversized cleaver made of flesh) is lying against the side of the tavern, likely brought there by a peasant he possessed last night.
A Pit Fiend, standing about 6'8, stands before Rend, seeming to have appeared out of know where. He is carrying a Indian Woman in his arms who wears a long red dress. She smiles "I found him!" She called out to someone.
Jackson and a young woman with wild blonde hair tied in a ponytail appear besides her and Jack smiles. "Well I'm at least glad we found you Rend. I didn't know where you ended up."
The cleaver lays against the wall, ever dripping with molten fat. *He can only communicate with someone wielding him. His life really, really sucks.*
Jack picks it up and smiles "This is Sinclair." He points to the woman who is held by the pit fiend "and this is Stroth." He points to the other woman who eyes glint orange. "They both have expertise in the realm of the abyss and Stroth rules over a good bit of it."
(You can make a History Check for Stroth if you want.)
"Ah, I can understand. Why don't we go somewhere and fiddle with some people's minds? That seems fun."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He stares at him for a good minute. “OH, You said something about an offering, let me see what I have.” He reaches into his pockets and places a few things on the table, a guitar pick, two packets of sugar, a cinnamon bun, and a turkey. “Will this suffice?”
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
*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*sucks*
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
*Moonwatcher, you feel like rping?*
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
(sure)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Alr*
Makko is standing out back, admiring a garden in the yard with cherry tomatoes.
Bleezer Heinstraught-Wormingham the fifty seventh and a half (or just Ed) is wondering what just happened to him and why his sword is now a rusty celery stick
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
"We can stay here. The breeze is nice to listen to" He smiles
*explodes and runs away*
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
Raphael nods, proceeding to hover in mid air, not wanting to interrupt their god
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*hello*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Helios seems to just stare at the sun for a few moments, before shaking his head, "I've been thinking about myself for a few days now."
"This is a SERIOUS MATTER, Fool! Now, as I was Saying, any information regarding the traitors should be provided to us, or else!"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Good morning everyone :]*
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
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
Rend (a sentient, oversized cleaver made of flesh) is lying against the side of the tavern, likely brought there by a peasant he possessed last night.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A Pit Fiend, standing about 6'8, stands before Rend, seeming to have appeared out of know where. He is carrying a Indian Woman in his arms who wears a long red dress. She smiles "I found him!" She called out to someone.
Jackson and a young woman with wild blonde hair tied in a ponytail appear besides her and Jack smiles. "Well I'm at least glad we found you Rend. I didn't know where you ended up."
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
The cleaver lays against the wall, ever dripping with molten fat. *He can only communicate with someone wielding him. His life really, really sucks.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jack picks it up and smiles "This is Sinclair." He points to the woman who is held by the pit fiend "and this is Stroth." He points to the other woman who eyes glint orange. "They both have expertise in the realm of the abyss and Stroth rules over a good bit of it."
(You can make a History Check for Stroth if you want.)
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
*u open wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^