"More then you would imagine but it was definitely worth."
Lenny nods looking a bit confused at the statement before George appears behind him holding a wooden rod, "We're done here, come on Lenny." He begins ushering Lenny through the portal before looking over, "And you, bard, please return the bag into the hole. You can just toss it in." tosses over the pouch, " And this, for helping us out a little and watching Lenny." tosses over the wooden rod, "Farewell." unceremoniously kicks Lenny, who waves bye, through before following close behind
"Good day to ya, may our paths cross again!" Damian catches the bag and sets it ablaze.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
<Hey cool, a cake!> Pch’Ptah runs up and examines the drawing, dashing the lists aside.
He looks up, head tilted. "Thank you. I plan on using extra light cream and pastry dough to give it a light airy feeling." He explains.
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
He tilts his head, his face blank. "How so?" He asked
<I dunno. Just a sense of mine.>
He smiles emotionlessly "A sense hm? What does this sense tell you?"
It shrugs. <Jus’ that you’re more than meets the eye…>
"No no, tell me what you think. I wish to hear it." He chuckles lightly.
There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.
She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.
Put your spoiler here.
*verily*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
She grins and hugs them back happily "Hello dear!"
"It's good to see you again, What a beautiful tree that is." Damian smiles back at the goddess
"Thank you! It's a Lantern Tree. It has seeds that are bioluminescent. The skin of the fruit flowers the sunlight during the day so the seeds can glow at night."
"That is truly amazing but I should expected such things from a goddess." Damian began to stare at the tree "I've seen some amazing things but this is something astonishing."
She chuckles "You are too kind. It's just something I hope will be nice in the environments around swamps and such."
"I would love to see that myself, now I have a debt I own to you and I won't stop messing with you about it till its repayed."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.
She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.
Put your spoiler here.
*I wanna rp with this really bad. So I’m gonna.*
Both of them sense a dark presence near them. They feel a shiver run down their spines.
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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.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
<Hey cool, a cake!> Pch’Ptah runs up and examines the drawing, dashing the lists aside.
He looks up, head tilted. "Thank you. I plan on using extra light cream and pastry dough to give it a light airy feeling." He explains.
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
He tilts his head, his face blank. "How so?" He asked
<I dunno. Just a sense of mine.>
He smiles emotionlessly "A sense hm? What does this sense tell you?"
It shrugs. <Jus’ that you’re more than meets the eye…>
"No no, tell me what you think. I wish to hear it." He chuckles lightly.
<Th-that’s it… honest…>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Casey flips upside down in the air and scratches his chin. “How old exactly? Not sure. Been around longer than counting’s been a thing. I think.”
“Interesting. What brings you here then?” Behind his back, Thirteen pulls the Bijoux from his haversack carefully.
“It’s prolly a good place to make some deals. Have some fun. Gamble a little.”
“Deals? I don’t take you to be a fiend… what might you be?”
Casey shrugs. “Something similar to a poltergeist. What are you?”
“A sun elf. At least, mostly. By now, I might be more than a little aberrant.”
Casey’s blue eye flashes twice this time. “A sun elf? I ain’t seen one of those in a while. Come to think of it, this is the first time I can see the sun in ages.”
“Same here. I was in the Astral Plane for the last decade, only talking to Heward occasionally.”
Casey’s blue eye locks in a glowing state. “That’s gold.” He grins.
*Make a DC 20 Wis save. On a fail, tell me two details from Thirteen’s past in a spoiler.*
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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.
He chuckles lightly and takes it, bowing his head.
"Lantern fruit! It's seeds are bioluminescent! The skin of the fruit absorbs the sunlight and the seeds use that as energy!"
"Mycoprotein?" He asks, raises a brow "Do I want to know?" He chuckles and sips his coffee.
"Careful, it's hot." His Big Man voice slips a bit. There is no meat in the stew, but there are some very meaty-looking mushrooms.
"Very interesting! But how does it taste?"
"One of my hunters is a fungus specialist, while the other is a botanist. Substitute meats are all the rage, as the kids say, and if you can get it wholesale it's as cheap as chicken. They both know some excellent meat substitutes, so you could mix those in when the stock of long pork runs low mid-workday. That way you'll be guaranteed to have something to eat at the end of the day without racking up more kills than necessary."
There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.
She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.
Put your spoiler here.
*I wanna rp with this really bad. So I’m gonna.*
Both of them sense a dark presence near them. They feel a shiver run down their spines.
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)
Casey flips upside down in the air and scratches his chin. “How old exactly? Not sure. Been around longer than counting’s been a thing. I think.”
“Interesting. What brings you here then?” Behind his back, Thirteen pulls the Bijoux from his haversack carefully.
“It’s prolly a good place to make some deals. Have some fun. Gamble a little.”
“Deals? I don’t take you to be a fiend… what might you be?”
Casey shrugs. “Something similar to a poltergeist. What are you?”
“A sun elf. At least, mostly. By now, I might be more than a little aberrant.”
Casey’s blue eye flashes twice this time. “A sun elf? I ain’t seen one of those in a while. Come to think of it, this is the first time I can see the sun in ages.”
“Same here. I was in the Astral Plane for the last decade, only talking to Heward occasionally.”
Casey’s blue eye locks in a glowing state. “That’s gold.” He grins.
*Make a DC 20 Wis save. On a fail, tell me two details from Thirteen’s past in a spoiler.*
*27* “What is?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"More then you would imagine but it was definitely worth."
Lenny nods looking a bit confused at the statement before George appears behind him holding a wooden rod, "We're done here, come on Lenny." He begins ushering Lenny through the portal before looking over, "And you, bard, please return the bag into the hole. You can just toss it in." tosses over the pouch, " And this, for helping us out a little and watching Lenny." tosses over the wooden rod, "Farewell." unceremoniously kicks Lenny, who waves bye, through before following close behind
"Good day to ya, may our paths cross again!" Damian catches the bag and sets it ablaze.
Disintegrates like a normal Leather pouch, if you attempt to do the same with the wooden rod it gets scorched but seems to slowly mend itself
A mountain of a human sits in the corner the Inn, his full plate weighing heavy on him and his sword slamming against the ground when placed. His skin is dark and he seems to be against talking with people for some strange reason , as if he has some kind of dark past.Despite all this he has a name tag on his armor that says "Ragnerious".
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.
She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.
Put your spoiler here.
*I wanna rp with this really bad. So I’m gonna.*
Both of them sense a dark presence near them. They feel a shiver run down their spines.
They both cuss in unison and start looking around
They hear the voice of a kid with an Italian accent. “Below ya.” When the weasel thing looks down, there’s a boy between his legs laying on the ground. He has messy black hair and a deathly pale face. He looks like he’s from the early Victorian era. He’s dressed in a dark and tattered jester outfit, minus the hat. His left eye is neon orange, the right is bright blue.
This is him (credit to Elliotewow for the drawing)
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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.
"More then you would imagine but it was definitely worth."
Lenny nods looking a bit confused at the statement before George appears behind him holding a wooden rod, "We're done here, come on Lenny." He begins ushering Lenny through the portal before looking over, "And you, bard, please return the bag into the hole. You can just toss it in." tosses over the pouch, " And this, for helping us out a little and watching Lenny." tosses over the wooden rod, "Farewell." unceremoniously kicks Lenny, who waves bye, through before following close behind
"Good day to ya, may our paths cross again!" Damian catches the bag and sets it ablaze.
Disintegrates like a normal Leather pouch, if you attempt to do the same with the wooden rod it gets scorched but seems to slowly mend itself
"I hate magic items, annoying." Damian places the rod back in the hole.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Casey flips upside down in the air and scratches his chin. “How old exactly? Not sure. Been around longer than counting’s been a thing. I think.”
“Interesting. What brings you here then?” Behind his back, Thirteen pulls the Bijoux from his haversack carefully.
“It’s prolly a good place to make some deals. Have some fun. Gamble a little.”
“Deals? I don’t take you to be a fiend… what might you be?”
Casey shrugs. “Something similar to a poltergeist. What are you?”
“A sun elf. At least, mostly. By now, I might be more than a little aberrant.”
Casey’s blue eye flashes twice this time. “A sun elf? I ain’t seen one of those in a while. Come to think of it, this is the first time I can see the sun in ages.”
“Same here. I was in the Astral Plane for the last decade, only talking to Heward occasionally.”
Casey’s blue eye locks in a glowing state. “That’s gold.” He grins.
*Make a DC 20 Wis save. On a fail, tell me two details from Thirteen’s past in a spoiler.*
*11* “What is?”
Casey grins, as he has now breached Thirteen’s mind. “Nothin. Don’t worry about it.”
*She is not aware that he can see her past now*
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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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"Good day to ya, may our paths cross again!" Damian catches the bag and sets it ablaze.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"No no, tell me what you think. I wish to hear it." He chuckles lightly.
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
*verily*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I would love to see that myself, now I have a debt I own to you and I won't stop messing with you about it till its repayed."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I wanna rp with this really bad. So I’m gonna.*
Both of them sense a dark presence near them. They feel a shiver run down their spines.
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
<Th-that’s it… honest…>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Casey’s blue eye locks in a glowing state. “That’s gold.” He grins.
*Make a DC 20 Wis save. On a fail, tell me two details from Thirteen’s past in a spoiler.*
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
"Careful, it's hot." His Big Man voice slips a bit. There is no meat in the stew, but there are some very meaty-looking mushrooms.
"Very interesting! But how does it taste?"
"One of my hunters is a fungus specialist, while the other is a botanist. Substitute meats are all the rage, as the kids say, and if you can get it wholesale it's as cheap as chicken. They both know some excellent meat substitutes, so you could mix those in when the stock of long pork runs low mid-workday. That way you'll be guaranteed to have something to eat at the end of the day without racking up more kills than necessary."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They both cuss in unison and start looking around
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*hi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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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
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*BRB, gotta eat some weeds with the power of the machine*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*27*
“What is?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Disintegrates like a normal Leather pouch, if you attempt to do the same with the wooden rod it gets scorched but seems to slowly mend itself
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*good hellos today friends, I hope you all are well*
A mountain of a human sits in the corner the Inn, his full plate weighing heavy on him and his sword slamming against the ground when placed. His skin is dark and he seems to be against talking with people for some strange reason , as if he has some kind of dark past.Despite all this he has a name tag on his armor that says "Ragnerious".
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*salutations*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They hear the voice of a kid with an Italian accent. “Below ya.” When the weasel thing looks down, there’s a boy between his legs laying on the ground. He has messy black hair and a deathly pale face. He looks like he’s from the early Victorian era. He’s dressed in a dark and tattered jester outfit, minus the hat. His left eye is neon orange, the right is bright blue.
This is him (credit to Elliotewow for the drawing)
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
*HallooooO!*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"I hate magic items, annoying." Damian places the rod back in the hole.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Casey grins, as he has now breached Thirteen’s mind. “Nothin. Don’t worry about it.”
*She is not aware that he can see her past now*
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