Shambler is seated at the bar, sipping Orange Juice and examining a potato.
Ed approached him slowly. “Starch”
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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.
*Thinking about introing my U.S. character here. Shambler is nice, but I want variety. I’d have to turn his power levels down quite a bit, but it’s doable.*
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
*I wanna interact with this so bad but I don't know what character to pick! :(*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
Ed immediately loses interest in the potato he was staring at. “Holy cow! Goodness gracious, what have we here? I’ve been all over the universe but this…this is unique…” He waves towards Kezzolan
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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.
Ed immediately loses interest in the potato he was staring at. “Holy cow! Goodness gracious, what have we here? I’ve been all over the universe but this…this is unique…” He waves towards Kezzolan
Kezzolan notices Ed and frowns. “Don’t speak about me as though I’m some academic curiosity, little one.”
The rosebush sort of nods, then turns and starts wandering around the sewers.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
'Ya lost?'
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It shakes its branches again. It seems to have a considerable amount of knowledge, just no way to express it.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
'So ya must have been here before then, wonder why I didn't see ya earlier'
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It shrugs.
Judging by some scarring on the central trunks, the rosebush is actually quite old, and used to be bigger.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
'Are ya to do with Shambler?'
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Another shrug. It doesn't seem to know who or what Shambler is.
*For the record, neither do I.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
'Oh well. Ya welcome to hide out down here any time, anyway'
*big tree monster on this tavern*
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The rosebush seems to nod a bit.
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*LOL, another tree monster! Yayyy!*
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Shambler is seated at the bar, sipping Orange Juice and examining a potato.
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Ed approached him slowly. “Starch”
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
He glances up. “So it would seem.”
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*Thinking about introing my U.S. character here. Shambler is nice, but I want variety. I’d have to turn his power levels down quite a bit, but it’s doable.*
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Talbot is watching his painting of the town dry. It is all blues, primarily prussian.
The avatar of Szerucharz is digging up someone's grave.
Rend/Yossele is taking care of a bunch of pigs he bought.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I wanna interact with this so bad but I don't know what character to pick! :(*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ed immediately loses interest in the potato he was staring at. “Holy cow! Goodness gracious, what have we here? I’ve been all over the universe but this…this is unique…” He waves towards Kezzolan
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
Kezzolan stretches and yawns mightily. “Ahh . . . free once again. It feels fabulous.”
*how about Szerucharz?*
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Kezzolan notices Ed and frowns. “Don’t speak about me as though I’m some academic curiosity, little one.”
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