Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
Xan is sitting outside, on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a cherry pink dress shirt, high-waisted black jeans, and black combat boots. He is enjoying the sun.
Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
Xan is sitting outside, on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a cherry pink dress shirt, high-waisted black jeans, and black combat boots. He is enjoying the sun.
Brava and Mikey are setting up sniping towers.
*C H R I S P I N E ?*
Theren sits down next to them. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and combat boots
*wha?*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Tell me your ideas. I will try and help." He said, jumping down. He made himself a bit bigger so Raphael could rest against him.
"He likes to suplex me when I least expect it." He said "like, pick me up and throw me."
Raphael leans against them. "The jedi temple, it is ruined but possesses value and opprotunity... I know a jedi within my care and I want to renovate it. In addition to that, I want to find a way to move the clones away, or banish them. Thank you... You are like my therapist in a way..." They reflect
They nod. "I see." The angel/halfling suddenly freezes, as Lawrence recognizes Ghost speaking through them. "How am I not surprised?" Quickly, however, Raphael returns to normal, steadying themselves
*WE ARE THE GODS OF THIS REALM >:3*
"Of course. It is a place that someone to you holds dear and with them taking over that place, it feels like a loss of control. Something you want to do to regain that control without causing issues or harm." He said, purring.
"GHOSTIE!" Lawrence chirps and claps it's hands "Missed you. Didn't know you talked through Raphie here."
*Metagods. There are gods, then the Overgod, who is at the will of the DM, aka us*
They nod. "I am thinking of what to do. When to attack the clones, whether the temple is a place worthy of me to build in, et cetera."
Raphael morphs into a ghostly Tiefling, two iron shackles around their hands, and a crystal ball in their satchel, they look vaguely like Lysander. Unlike Raphael simply shapeshifting, it appears as though the solar is replaced by this new being. "Oh, yeah. Most defiantly. One of my favorite people to play. You all right?" They ask, patting their friend on the back
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
Xan is sitting outside, on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a cherry pink dress shirt, high-waisted black jeans, and black combat boots. He is enjoying the sun.
Brava and Mikey are setting up sniping towers.
*C H R I S P I N E ?*
Theren sits down next to them. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and combat boots
*wha?*
Xan looks up and smiles, tilting his head. "Good morning."
“Haha. Woah indeed.” He fixes his tie a little bit, but it’s actually just a piece of seaweed.
He doesnt comment on that. "So, space traveler then?"
“Essentially. I also have a job with a company that essentially has the same goal as me. Except sometimes they keep secrets for themselves. What’s your story then?”
He hesitates before saying. "Just a bard who travels a lot."
“Very obviously a false statement. Through careful observation and a few experiments i have found that every visitor of this tavern seems to have some sort of exciting story.”
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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.
Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Tell me your ideas. I will try and help." He said, jumping down. He made himself a bit bigger so Raphael could rest against him.
"He likes to suplex me when I least expect it." He said "like, pick me up and throw me."
Raphael leans against them. "The jedi temple, it is ruined but possesses value and opprotunity... I know a jedi within my care and I want to renovate it. In addition to that, I want to find a way to move the clones away, or banish them. Thank you... You are like my therapist in a way..." They reflect
They nod. "I see." The angel/halfling suddenly freezes, as Lawrence recognizes Ghost speaking through them. "How am I not surprised?" Quickly, however, Raphael returns to normal, steadying themselves
*WE ARE THE GODS OF THIS REALM >:3*
"Of course. It is a place that someone to you holds dear and with them taking over that place, it feels like a loss of control. Something you want to do to regain that control without causing issues or harm." He said, purring.
"GHOSTIE!" Lawrence chirps and claps it's hands "Missed you. Didn't know you talked through Raphie here."
*Metagods. There are gods, then the Overgod, who is at the will of the DM, aka us*
They nod. "I am thinking of what to do. When to attack the clones, whether the temple is a place worthy of me to build in, et cetera."
Raphael morphs into a ghostly Tiefling, two iron shackles around their hands, and a crystal ball in their satchel, they look vaguely like Lysander. Unlike Raphael simply shapeshifting, it appears as though the solar is replaced by this new being. "Oh, yeah. Most defiantly. One of my favorite people to play. You all right?" They ask, patting their friend on the back
"You are special. There is no need to doubt your worth. You deserve a lot more than you allow yourself. I believe the term is 'Selfless'." He says.
"New place. New body. Same day time night time cycle."
Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
Xan is sitting outside, on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a cherry pink dress shirt, high-waisted black jeans, and black combat boots. He is enjoying the sun.
Brava and Mikey are setting up sniping towers.
*C H R I S P I N E ?*
Theren sits down next to them. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and combat boots
*wha?*
Xan looks up and smiles, tilting his head. "Good morning."
"Mornin."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Haha. Woah indeed.” He fixes his tie a little bit, but it’s actually just a piece of seaweed.
He doesnt comment on that. "So, space traveler then?"
“Essentially. I also have a job with a company that essentially has the same goal as me. Except sometimes they keep secrets for themselves. What’s your story then?”
He hesitates before saying. "Just a bard who travels a lot."
“Very obviously a false statement. Through careful observation and a few experiments i have found that every visitor of this tavern seems to have some sort of exciting story.”
"Well I dont got one."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
Xan is sitting outside, on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a cherry pink dress shirt, high-waisted black jeans, and black combat boots. He is enjoying the sun.
Brava and Mikey are setting up sniping towers.
*C H R I S P I N E ?*
Theren sits down next to them. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and combat boots
*wha?*
Xan looks up and smiles, tilting his head. "Good morning."
"Tell me your ideas. I will try and help." He said, jumping down. He made himself a bit bigger so Raphael could rest against him.
"He likes to suplex me when I least expect it." He said "like, pick me up and throw me."
Raphael leans against them. "The jedi temple, it is ruined but possesses value and opprotunity... I know a jedi within my care and I want to renovate it. In addition to that, I want to find a way to move the clones away, or banish them. Thank you... You are like my therapist in a way..." They reflect
They nod. "I see." The angel/halfling suddenly freezes, as Lawrence recognizes Ghost speaking through them. "How am I not surprised?" Quickly, however, Raphael returns to normal, steadying themselves
*WE ARE THE GODS OF THIS REALM >:3*
"Of course. It is a place that someone to you holds dear and with them taking over that place, it feels like a loss of control. Something you want to do to regain that control without causing issues or harm." He said, purring.
"GHOSTIE!" Lawrence chirps and claps it's hands "Missed you. Didn't know you talked through Raphie here."
*Metagods. There are gods, then the Overgod, who is at the will of the DM, aka us*
They nod. "I am thinking of what to do. When to attack the clones, whether the temple is a place worthy of me to build in, et cetera."
Raphael morphs into a ghostly Tiefling, two iron shackles around their hands, and a crystal ball in their satchel, they look vaguely like Lysander. Unlike Raphael simply shapeshifting, it appears as though the solar is replaced by this new being. "Oh, yeah. Most defiantly. One of my favorite people to play. You all right?" They ask, patting their friend on the back
"You are special. There is no need to doubt your worth. You deserve a lot more than you allow yourself. I believe the term is 'Selfless'." He says.
"New place. New body. Same day time night time cycle."
The angel smiles at the other angel’s compliment. “Thanks. I just… have not experienced this situation before…” they share
“Makes sense. Huh, reposting… so now it is a whole day ahead. So, what are you planning to do, wendigo-Lawrence?”
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
Xan is sitting outside, on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a cherry pink dress shirt, high-waisted black jeans, and black combat boots. He is enjoying the sun.
Brava and Mikey are setting up sniping towers.
*C H R I S P I N E ?*
Theren sits down next to them. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and combat boots
*wha?*
Xan looks up and smiles, tilting his head. "Good morning."
"Mornin."
"How are you feeling?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Better than i have been." he says, messing with the sleeves of his sweater.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan is sitting outside, on the roof of the tavern. He is dressed in a cherry pink dress shirt, high-waisted black jeans, and black combat boots. He is enjoying the sun.
Brava and Mikey are setting up sniping towers.
*C H R I S P I N E ?*
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
*YES :]*
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 ^-^
They nod, in understanding. “I am glad then. What can I do?”
”Most interesting. And where do you think you will travel from here?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren sits down next to them. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and combat boots
*wha?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Nothing for now. Im just enjoying today."
"Wherever the winds take me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan looks up and smiles, tilting his head. "Good morning."
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
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
“Very obviously a false statement. Through careful observation and a few experiments i have found that every visitor of this tavern seems to have some sort of exciting story.”
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
Theren is sitting under a tree with his eyes closed.
Phoenix is cutting his hair shorter.
-new character-
A young man, about 26 or 27, is walking up to the tavern. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You are special. There is no need to doubt your worth. You deserve a lot more than you allow yourself. I believe the term is 'Selfless'." He says.
"New place. New body. Same day time night time cycle."
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
"Mornin."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They sit and think. “I see. My apologies for causing that to bubble up…” Raphael apologizes
”Most interesting. So those that control the winds control your wandering?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well I dont got one."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No worries..."
He nods. "The wind gods and I have an understanding."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, raising a brow.
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 angel smiles at the other angel’s compliment. “Thanks. I just… have not experienced this situation before…” they share
“Makes sense. Huh, reposting… so now it is a whole day ahead. So, what are you planning to do, wendigo-Lawrence?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Better than i have been." he says, messing with the sleeves of his sweater.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Mmm… okay.” Raphael states, still on edge. “Um… want to get ice cream?”
”You a cleric of some kind?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now