He shakes his head a little bit and drops to his knees in a formal gesture. “I forgot myself. My name is Serveo the Courageous, of the Five Great Knights of Pallidus.”
Henry bows. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
“It is my pleasure.” Serveo stands up. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate being led to this tavern you speak of.”
"Of course. Follow me." he says, starting to walk through the woods. His hands stay clasped behind his back as he walks.
Serveo follows. “Am I still in Pallidus?”
"No I'm afraid not." he says. After a while of walking a few bandits step out of the trees. One of them speaks up. "You there, with the fancy suit. You look like you got money, hand it over."
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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.
He shakes his head a little bit and drops to his knees in a formal gesture. “I forgot myself. My name is Serveo the Courageous, of the Five Great Knights of Pallidus.”
Henry bows. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
“It is my pleasure.” Serveo stands up. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate being led to this tavern you speak of.”
"Of course. Follow me." he says, starting to walk through the woods. His hands stay clasped behind his back as he walks.
Serveo follows. “Am I still in Pallidus?”
"No I'm afraid not." he says. After a while of walking a few bandits step out of the trees. One of them speaks up. "You there, with the fancy suit. You look like you got money, hand it over."
Serveo tilts his head. “Are these enemies that you deal with? They are so puny.” He brandishes his massive greatsword and starts to illuminate a pale light.
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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 shakes his head a little bit and drops to his knees in a formal gesture. “I forgot myself. My name is Serveo the Courageous, of the Five Great Knights of Pallidus.”
Henry bows. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
“It is my pleasure.” Serveo stands up. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate being led to this tavern you speak of.”
"Of course. Follow me." he says, starting to walk through the woods. His hands stay clasped behind his back as he walks.
Serveo follows. “Am I still in Pallidus?”
"No I'm afraid not." he says. After a while of walking a few bandits step out of the trees. One of them speaks up. "You there, with the fancy suit. You look like you got money, hand it over."
Serveo tilts his head. “Are these enemies that you deal with? They are so puny.” He brandishes his massive greatsword and starts to illuminate a pale light.
Henry holds up his hand. "i'll handle this. You are injured Serveo." one of the bandits then snarls. "Did you not hear us or something! Hand it over!"
Henry sighs and then says. "Manners." he stops on the ground flipping a stone into the air. "Maketh." he then catches the stone. "Man." he then chucks the stone at the leaders head, knocking him out. The bandits look stunned. "Now, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?"
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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.
He shakes his head a little bit and drops to his knees in a formal gesture. “I forgot myself. My name is Serveo the Courageous, of the Five Great Knights of Pallidus.”
Henry bows. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
“It is my pleasure.” Serveo stands up. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate being led to this tavern you speak of.”
"Of course. Follow me." he says, starting to walk through the woods. His hands stay clasped behind his back as he walks.
Serveo follows. “Am I still in Pallidus?”
"No I'm afraid not." he says. After a while of walking a few bandits step out of the trees. One of them speaks up. "You there, with the fancy suit. You look like you got money, hand it over."
Serveo tilts his head. “Are these enemies that you deal with? They are so puny.” He brandishes his massive greatsword and starts to illuminate a pale light.
Henry holds up his hand. "i'll handle this. You are injured Serveo." one of the bandits then snarls. "Did you not hear us or something! Hand it over!"
Henry sighs and then says. "Manners." he stops on the ground flipping a stone into the air. "Maketh." he then catches the stone. "Man." he then chucks the stone at the leaders head, knocking him out. The bandits look stunned. "Now, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?"
Serveo walks forward and crouched to one of the bandits. His face is at the bandits level, making him look like a child. “Run. I kill titans by the dozen, and so it seems, does my friend here.”
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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 shakes his head a little bit and drops to his knees in a formal gesture. “I forgot myself. My name is Serveo the Courageous, of the Five Great Knights of Pallidus.”
Henry bows. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
“It is my pleasure.” Serveo stands up. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate being led to this tavern you speak of.”
"Of course. Follow me." he says, starting to walk through the woods. His hands stay clasped behind his back as he walks.
Serveo follows. “Am I still in Pallidus?”
"No I'm afraid not." he says. After a while of walking a few bandits step out of the trees. One of them speaks up. "You there, with the fancy suit. You look like you got money, hand it over."
Serveo tilts his head. “Are these enemies that you deal with? They are so puny.” He brandishes his massive greatsword and starts to illuminate a pale light.
Henry holds up his hand. "i'll handle this. You are injured Serveo." one of the bandits then snarls. "Did you not hear us or something! Hand it over!"
Henry sighs and then says. "Manners." he stops on the ground flipping a stone into the air. "Maketh." he then catches the stone. "Man." he then chucks the stone at the leaders head, knocking him out. The bandits look stunned. "Now, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?"
Serveo walks forward and crouched to one of the bandits. His face is at the bandits level, making him look like a child. “Run. I kill titans by the dozen, and so it seems, does my friend here.”
"We ain't afraid of you." he stammers. Henry walks forward and places a hand on Serveos arm. "Easy up on the lad."
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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.
Serveo chuckles. “I believe you are scared of me.”
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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.
Serveo chuckles. “I believe you are scared of me.”
"We aren't." he snarls. Henry steps between them. "Let's settle this like civilized men, shall we?"
Serveo stands up. “Be my guest. Although don’t blame me if I step on of them.”
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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.
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Damian runs over ,lacking a sense of danger in the slightest. "Do any of you want some lemonade!"
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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.
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Damian runs over ,lacking a sense of danger in the slightest. "Do any of you want some lemonade!"
One of the ghostly creatures tries to lunge at him before being roped and tied down. The leader shakes his head and told his hat. "No sir, we don't got stomachs to hold it."
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Damian runs over ,lacking a sense of danger in the slightest. "Do any of you want some lemonade!"
One of the ghostly creatures tries to lunge at him before being roped and tied down. The leader shakes his head and told his hat. "No sir, we don't got stomachs to hold it."
Damian does a well shucks motion "I'll find someone who can drink lemonade one of these days. So what are y'all up to, if you don't mind me being nosey."
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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.
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Damian runs over ,lacking a sense of danger in the slightest. "Do any of you want some lemonade!"
One of the ghostly creatures tries to lunge at him before being roped and tied down. The leader shakes his head and told his hat. "No sir, we don't got stomachs to hold it."
Damian does a well shucks motion "I'll find someone who can drink lemonade one of these days. So what are y'all up to, if you don't mind me being nosey."
"Tryin' to round up these souls to sell at the markets." He said, tilting his head. One of the smaller fella's rides his horse up besides his leader and makes a chipping noise. The Leader nods and makes a similar noise back.
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Henry walks over, interested.
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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"No I'm afraid not." he says. After a while of walking a few bandits step out of the trees. One of them speaks up. "You there, with the fancy suit. You look like you got money, hand it over."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Serveo tilts his head. “Are these enemies that you deal with? They are so puny.” He brandishes his massive greatsword and starts to illuminate a pale light.
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
Henry holds up his hand. "i'll handle this. You are injured Serveo." one of the bandits then snarls. "Did you not hear us or something! Hand it over!"
Henry sighs and then says. "Manners." he stops on the ground flipping a stone into the air. "Maketh." he then catches the stone. "Man." he then chucks the stone at the leaders head, knocking him out. The bandits look stunned. "Now, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Serveo walks forward and crouched to one of the bandits. His face is at the bandits level, making him look like a child. “Run. I kill titans by the dozen, and so it seems, does my friend here.”
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 ain't afraid of you." he stammers. Henry walks forward and places a hand on Serveos arm. "Easy up on the lad."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*How tall is Serveo?*
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
*Bout thirteen feet currently.*
Serveo chuckles. “I believe you are scared of me.”
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
*Seems like he would get along with my OC Ragnerious just fine.*
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
"We aren't." he snarls. Henry steps between them. "Let's settle this like civilized men, shall we?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Serveo stands up. “Be my guest. Although don’t blame me if I step on of them.”
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 for like 2 hours :[*
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
*hi!*
The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
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
Damian runs over ,lacking a sense of danger in the slightest. "Do any of you want some lemonade!"
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
One of the ghostly creatures tries to lunge at him before being roped and tied down. The leader shakes his head and told his hat. "No sir, we don't got stomachs to hold 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
Damian does a well shucks motion "I'll find someone who can drink lemonade one of these days. So what are y'all up to, if you don't mind me being nosey."
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
"Tryin' to round up these souls to sell at the markets." He said, tilting his head. One of the smaller fella's rides his horse up besides his leader and makes a chipping noise. The Leader nods and makes a similar noise back.
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
"Well that's not what most people would expect as an answer." Damian looks at his feet "Do you know where my soul might have gotten off to?"
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
"If it ain't on the fields of the damned or up here, Its either in heaven or someone has it." He said and chuckled, his laugh gravelly.
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
Henry walks over, interested.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.