William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
*Making a half-plant half-man Harvest Hunter who mimics the effects of a WW1 battlefield in order to ward off threats. He can also mimic voices and produce hallucinogenic spices.*
*Making a half-plant half-man Harvest Hunter who mimics the effects of a WW1 battlefield in order to ward off threats. He can also mimic voices and produce hallucinogenic spices.*
*beautiful. Sandbox tree bullets and puffball mushroom landmines*
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
*Making a half-plant half-man Harvest Hunter who mimics the effects of a WW1 battlefield in order to ward off threats. He can also mimic voices and produce hallucinogenic spices.*
*beautiful. Sandbox tree bullets and puffball mushroom landmines*
*Bullets, yes. Mines, no. He's a trickster, using the plants and spices in his body to make himself seem like an intimidating figure when really he's mostly harmless from a physical standpoint.*
*Making a half-plant half-man Harvest Hunter who mimics the effects of a WW1 battlefield in order to ward off threats. He can also mimic voices and produce hallucinogenic spices.*
*beautiful. Sandbox tree bullets and puffball mushroom landmines*
*Bullets, yes. Mines, no. He's a trickster, using the plants and spices in his body to make himself seem like an intimidating figure when really he's mostly harmless from a physical standpoint.*
*ah, I see. Well thats super cool! Puffball mushrooms are practically harmless though, so that might still work. Then again it’s your character and it’s already super cool!*
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
“Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
“Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”
"No." He leans back on the balls of his heels. "I don't care about blessings or curses or any of that.. You have twenty seconds to explain what you want."
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
“Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”
"No." He leans back on the balls of his heels. "I don't care about blessings or curses or any of that.. You have twenty seconds to explain what you want."
The human tilts his head.
”I want for you to witness the glory of the stars. It will enlighten you.”
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
“Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”
"No." He leans back on the balls of his heels. "I don't care about blessings or curses or any of that.. You have twenty seconds to explain what you want."
The human tilts his head.
”I want for you to witness the glory of the stars. It will enlighten you.”
"Like I said, no." He sighs, rubbing his temples "I am craving kidney pie right now.." his eyes glint as he looks back up at them "Go away.."
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
“Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”
"No." He leans back on the balls of his heels. "I don't care about blessings or curses or any of that.. You have twenty seconds to explain what you want."
The human tilts his head.
”I want for you to witness the glory of the stars. It will enlighten you.”
"Like I said, no." He sighs, rubbing his temples "I am craving kidney pie right now.." his eyes glint as he looks back up at them "Go away.."
“Do you not want to see the stars? That is what they all say.”
William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream.
Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.
William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.
(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)
*Yep.*
20
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
“Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”
"No." He leans back on the balls of his heels. "I don't care about blessings or curses or any of that.. You have twenty seconds to explain what you want."
The human tilts his head.
”I want for you to witness the glory of the stars. It will enlighten you.”
"Like I said, no." He sighs, rubbing his temples "I am craving kidney pie right now.." his eyes glint as he looks back up at them "Go away.."
“Do you not want to see the stars? That is what they all say.”
*I am going to need a CON save and a WIS save*
He covers his face "I told you no. You disrespected my feelings and decided to not go away. This is where you will need to face your consequences." His eyes glint his mouth suddenly fills with sharp, needle-like teeth, his skin seeming to shred slightly and rot like it was never meant to be there. Hideous claws grow from his fingertips as he grips the meat cleaver.
*I feel like setting something on fire for no reason at all.*
*Chips are fun to*
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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.
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*Yep.*
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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
They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.
*Making a half-plant half-man Harvest Hunter who mimics the effects of a WW1 battlefield in order to ward off threats. He can also mimic voices and produce hallucinogenic spices.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*beautiful. Sandbox tree bullets and puffball mushroom landmines*
William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.
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 smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.
*Bullets, yes. Mines, no. He's a trickster, using the plants and spices in his body to make himself seem like an intimidating figure when really he's mostly harmless from a physical standpoint.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ah, I see. Well thats super cool! Puffball mushrooms are practically harmless though, so that might still work. Then again it’s your character and it’s already super cool!*
William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.
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 air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.
William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.
William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"
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
“Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”
"No." He leans back on the balls of his heels. "I don't care about blessings or curses or any of that.. You have twenty seconds to explain what 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
The human tilts his head.
”I want for you to witness the glory of the stars. It will enlighten you.”
"Like I said, no." He sighs, rubbing his temples "I am craving kidney pie right now.." his eyes glint as he looks back up at them "Go 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
“Do you not want to see the stars? That is what they all say.”
*I am going to need a CON save and a WIS save*
He covers his face "I told you no. You disrespected my feelings and decided to not go away. This is where you will need to face your consequences." His eyes glint his mouth suddenly fills with sharp, needle-like teeth, his skin seeming to shred slightly and rot like it was never meant to be there. Hideous claws grow from his fingertips as he grips the meat cleaver.
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
*Gonna intro soon. I may have him drive a Liberty Truck.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I feel like setting something on fire for no reason at all.*
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
*Chips are fun to*
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.
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