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)
“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
(May I perhaps suggest waiting in the main room and leaving the kitchen for the hired staff?)
“And might I suggest you don’t use my powdered owlbear claws.” He grabs a spice that you believed to be salt and was going to use. “They may look like any other spice, but this is anything but.”
They nod, repossessing the lizardfolk. "Do you agree to my suggestion?"
“I would normally agree, but one of my friends would quite literally kill me, and most likely you, if he doesn’t eat.” He starts pulling out ingredients from the cabinets, then starts to rip out some loose floorboards. One of the pups try to help him.
Throden is boggled such things exist. "Okay, well then they can kill me, but leave." They state, pushing the pups out. All damage does nothing as per the tavern magic
The second Throden lays hands on the pups, Sylvan is up with a spear to his neck. “Don’t.”
They shrug. "Or you will...? Draw blood? See me skewed? I can't be here, neither can you, neither can this pup." They say, continuing to move the dogs outside the kitchen. "You can order food, like everyone else you know."
"I will tell Frella you attacked her children, or you can leave the pups alone and we can get back to our cooking. Your choice." Suddenly, the sounds of a struggle sound outside, followed by a sigh from Sylvan. "Or we could both deal with Ternikus."
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)
“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
(May I perhaps suggest waiting in the main room and leaving the kitchen for the hired staff?)
“And might I suggest you don’t use my powdered owlbear claws.” He grabs a spice that you believed to be salt and was going to use. “They may look like any other spice, but this is anything but.”
They nod, repossessing the lizardfolk. "Do you agree to my suggestion?"
“I would normally agree, but one of my friends would quite literally kill me, and most likely you, if he doesn’t eat.” He starts pulling out ingredients from the cabinets, then starts to rip out some loose floorboards. One of the pups try to help him.
Throden is boggled such things exist. "Okay, well then they can kill me, but leave." They state, pushing the pups out. All damage does nothing as per the tavern magic
The second Throden lays hands on the pups, Sylvan is up with a spear to his neck. “Don’t.”
They shrug. "Or you will...? Draw blood? See me skewed? I can't be here, neither can you, neither can this pup." They say, continuing to move the dogs outside the kitchen. "You can order food, like everyone else you know."
"I will tell Frella you attacked her children, or you can leave the pups alone and we can get back to our cooking. Your choice." Suddenly, the sounds of a struggle sound outside, followed by a sigh from Sylvan. "Or we could both deal with Ternikus."
“Sure, whoever Frella is, I’ll sadly have to deal with them.” They say, continuing to remove the pups from the litchen
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Raphael walks over to sushi, sitting down. "So, how did it go? The recruitment and everything?"
"With Tristan?" Sushi shrugs, "I'd say it went fine, he'll probably be allowed into the main guild depending on how he handles himself in a heist. We'll send him on a mission soon. You can join him if you want?"
“I do not think so. I am busy enough with the new church of Helios, and whatnot. Just thought it might the Guild in some way.”
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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
“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
(May I perhaps suggest waiting in the main room and leaving the kitchen for the hired staff?)
“And might I suggest you don’t use my powdered owlbear claws.” He grabs a spice that you believed to be salt and was going to use. “They may look like any other spice, but this is anything but.”
They nod, repossessing the lizardfolk. "Do you agree to my suggestion?"
“I would normally agree, but one of my friends would quite literally kill me, and most likely you, if he doesn’t eat.” He starts pulling out ingredients from the cabinets, then starts to rip out some loose floorboards. One of the pups try to help him.
Throden is boggled such things exist. "Okay, well then they can kill me, but leave." They state, pushing the pups out. All damage does nothing as per the tavern magic
The second Throden lays hands on the pups, Sylvan is up with a spear to his neck. “Don’t.”
They shrug. "Or you will...? Draw blood? See me skewed? I can't be here, neither can you, neither can this pup." They say, continuing to move the dogs outside the kitchen. "You can order food, like everyone else you know."
"I will tell Frella you attacked her children, or you can leave the pups alone and we can get back to our cooking. Your choice." Suddenly, the sounds of a struggle sound outside, followed by a sigh from Sylvan. "Or we could both deal with Ternikus."
“Sure, whoever Frella is, I’ll sadly have to deal with them.” They say, continuing to remove the pups from the litchen
The pups run down the corridor, out of sight, but when you turn back into the kitchen, you see them, all 7 of them, standing on the counters. "She is the Goddess of Lawful magic."
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)
“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
(May I perhaps suggest waiting in the main room and leaving the kitchen for the hired staff?)
“And might I suggest you don’t use my powdered owlbear claws.” He grabs a spice that you believed to be salt and was going to use. “They may look like any other spice, but this is anything but.”
They nod, repossessing the lizardfolk. "Do you agree to my suggestion?"
“I would normally agree, but one of my friends would quite literally kill me, and most likely you, if he doesn’t eat.” He starts pulling out ingredients from the cabinets, then starts to rip out some loose floorboards. One of the pups try to help him.
Throden is boggled such things exist. "Okay, well then they can kill me, but leave." They state, pushing the pups out. All damage does nothing as per the tavern magic
The second Throden lays hands on the pups, Sylvan is up with a spear to his neck. “Don’t.”
They shrug. "Or you will...? Draw blood? See me skewed? I can't be here, neither can you, neither can this pup." They say, continuing to move the dogs outside the kitchen. "You can order food, like everyone else you know."
"I will tell Frella you attacked her children, or you can leave the pups alone and we can get back to our cooking. Your choice." Suddenly, the sounds of a struggle sound outside, followed by a sigh from Sylvan. "Or we could both deal with Ternikus."
“Sure, whoever Frella is, I’ll sadly have to deal with them.” They say, continuing to remove the pups from the litchen
The pups run down the corridor, out of sight, but when you turn back into the kitchen, you see them, all 7 of them, standing on the counters. "She is the Goddess of Lawful magic."
"Cool. Still don't care. She can't do squat here besides give me a harsh warning." They say, having now taken 2 more pups out of the room
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Yup I have swim practice and get to bed at like 10:30*
*Its 8:30 in the morning for me…I go to sleep at like midnight but I’m just a teenager with a messed up sleep schedule*
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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.
TRON LIVES
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*sounds cool*
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 will tell Frella you attacked her children, or you can leave the pups alone and we can get back to our cooking. Your choice." Suddenly, the sounds of a struggle sound outside, followed by a sigh from Sylvan. "Or we could both deal with Ternikus."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*man i wish i had a good character for this*
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)
“Sure, whoever Frella is, I’ll sadly have to deal with them.” They say, continuing to remove the pups from the litchen
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*hello people. Back before dinner*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“I do not think so. I am busy enough with the new church of Helios, and whatnot. Just thought it might the Guild in some way.”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The pups run down the corridor, out of sight, but when you turn back into the kitchen, you see them, all 7 of them, standing on the counters. "She is the Goddess of Lawful magic."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
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)
*I may intro Okropnosc/Zarznac tomorrow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Great!*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Cool. Still don't care. She can't do squat here besides give me a harsh warning." They say, having now taken 2 more pups out of the room
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I will be on and off again, but I will respond to replies, eventually*
Meroving/Ani is eating a cookie
Throden is sweeping
Raphael is back in the tavern, attempting to learn how to play the piano
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Barachiel seems to be dressed up much nicer, and is sitting by the piano, pondering something.
Tristan is carving something out of wood.
Un-Sivram is planting a flowerbed near his altar.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Roshavek is, as usual, drinking with his hood up.
An old man is apparently digging with his bare hands.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Man im so tired*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Its 1:13 in the afternoon here*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Lmaoo its 8:20 for me*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*You guys sure stay up late*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Yup I have swim practice and get to bed at like 10:30*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Its 8:30 in the morning for me…I go to sleep at like midnight but I’m just a teenager with a messed up sleep schedule*
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