Have you ever suffered a loss? It feels like the world wants to crush you under the weight of your failures. You can hardly breathe because of the suffocation of your grief. It claws at your veins, whispering from unseen mouths into your ears that you are useless, worthless, helpless. All you can feel is sadness and hopelessness.
The world may have heard of Allison Vanderguard. An elf woman with hair as white as snow, skin the color of a winter sky, and eyes that could rival the warmth of a fire. A bardess from a hidden elven town. She fell for the wrong man, had a child, and lived a good life until that child's life was taken. She was there when her child drowned that day, asleep in her chair. She didn't notice until the body was pulled down beneath the waves. Her husband ridiculed her, beat her, and blamed her for the loss of their child. She branded herself a useless woman, a useless parent, and that she didn't deserve anything more than what her husband told her she was.
Then her husband left, and she was truly alone.
She left that home, scared and grieving her child. She couldn't bear to be there. She ran away as far as she could from there.
Regardless of whether you heard of her or not, she now sits at this very tavern. She is writing a new sheet of music so her mind doesn't wander back to that day.
A large fly buzzes over to her and lands on the sheet music. It doesn't do any of the usual fly things, like rubbing its little forelegs or trying to drink her blood. It seems interested in her, watching her closely as she writes.
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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.
Have you ever suffered a loss? It feels like the world wants to crush you under the weight of your failures. You can hardly breathe because of the suffocation of your grief. It claws at your veins, whispering from unseen mouths into your ears that you are useless, worthless, helpless. All you can feel is sadness and hopelessness.
The world may have heard of Allison Vanderguard. An elf woman with hair as white as snow, skin the color of a winter sky, and eyes that could rival the warmth of a fire. A bardess from a hidden elven town. She fell for the wrong man, had a child, and lived a good life until that child's life was taken. She was there when her child drowned that day, asleep in her chair. She didn't notice until the body was pulled down beneath the waves. Her husband ridiculed her, beat her, and blamed her for the loss of their child. She branded herself a useless woman, a useless parent, and that she didn't deserve anything more than what her husband told her she was.
Then her husband left, and she was truly alone.
She left that home, scared and grieving her child. She couldn't bear to be there. She ran away as far as she could from there.
Regardless of whether you heard of her or not, she now sits at this very tavern. She is writing a new sheet of music so her mind doesn't wander back to that day.
A large fly buzzes over to her and lands on the sheet music. It doesn't do any of the usual fly things, like rubbing its little forelegs or trying to drink her blood. It seems interested in her, watching her closely as she writes.
She watches it and smiles sadly "Hello little friend."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large fly buzzes over to her and lands on the sheet music. It doesn't do any of the usual fly things, like rubbing its little forelegs or trying to drink her blood. It seems interested in her, watching her closely as she writes.
She watches it and smiles sadly "Hello little friend."
It crawls onto her hand. Darling, are you quite alright?
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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.
A large fly buzzes over to her and lands on the sheet music. It doesn't do any of the usual fly things, like rubbing its little forelegs or trying to drink her blood. It seems interested in her, watching her closely as she writes.
She watches it and smiles sadly "Hello little friend."
It crawls onto her hand. Darling, are you quite alright?
(You can roll Insight if you want) She smiles again, putting on a mask. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Ed is on the ground floor, he has set up a very large chemical science experiment of some sort, it is making a terrible smell in the air and heating the tavern quite a bit.
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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.
A large fly buzzes over to her and lands on the sheet music. It doesn't do any of the usual fly things, like rubbing its little forelegs or trying to drink her blood. It seems interested in her, watching her closely as she writes.
She watches it and smiles sadly "Hello little friend."
It crawls onto her hand. Darling, are you quite alright?
(You can roll Insight if you want) She smiles again, putting on a mask. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Insight: 20
Everybody has something that hurts them. I might be able to help, if you give me the chance.
* -A fly, offering to brutally comfort/possibly further hurt your hurt/no comfort character*
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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.
A large fly buzzes over to her and lands on the sheet music. It doesn't do any of the usual fly things, like rubbing its little forelegs or trying to drink her blood. It seems interested in her, watching her closely as she writes.
She watches it and smiles sadly "Hello little friend."
It crawls onto her hand. Darling, are you quite alright?
(You can roll Insight if you want) She smiles again, putting on a mask. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Insight: 15
Everybody has something that hurts them. I might be able to help, if you give me the chance.
* -A fly, offering to brutally comfort/possibly further hurt your hurt/no comfort character*
"Everyone does hm?.." She said and tilted her head, a fog coming over her eyes as she hides behind yet another mask "I don;t know how a little fly would help me but it is kind of you to offer it."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Everyone does hm?.." She said and tilted her head, a fog coming over her eyes as she hides behind yet another mask "I don;t know how a little fly would help me but it is kind of you to offer it."
Oh, well, I am just a fly, but I know a powerful person called the Taker. It might be able to help you. They say it can do anything, given the right motivation.
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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.
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Phoenix is standing outside smoking
Lance is sitting in a field with his briefcase open.
Kezzolan is beginning to realize just how out of his depth he really is. As his curse prevents him from ever forgetting a secret, he memorizes the writing with only a glance. He has very few choices now. He can continue searching, and possibly delve into the Land of the Dead to find answers, or he can sit and wait for the Taker to come to him. But how? What could possibly tempt such a creature out of its lair?
The answer comes to him surprisingly quickly. He decides to make the Taker a deal it can’t refuse.
That night, Kezzolan does something he’s never once attempted, never even considered for the harm it could cause the world. He takes his prized possession, a spell scroll of wish, and on it he writes his darkest secrets. Secrets of the gods, and those beyond, secrets of creation and unlife and the next life and the next death. Secrets of prophesy, cosmic promises yet to be fulfilled. On this scroll Kezzolan has imbued his essence — every arcane secret ever stolen, every dark truth and terrible confession.
The process costs him seven days and a significant portion of his own sanity, but Kezzolan perseveres. In the end, he completes it. He walks outside and lights a small campfire. His nothic followers gather around him, humming softly, their energy and very souls depleted by their master’s endeavors.
And Kezzolan holds the scroll above the flames and prepares to drop it, he shouts into the dark. “Taker, you greedy fiend, you magnificent horror! I offer you a deal. Come forth, speak to me now, or I will destroy a millennium’s worth of knowledge. You have five hours.”
Kezzolan returns the scroll to his satchel and tends to the fire for the rest of the night.
"Everyone does hm?.." She said and tilted her head, a fog coming over her eyes as she hides behind yet another mask "I don;t know how a little fly would help me but it is kind of you to offer it."
Oh, well, I am just a fly, but I know a powerful person called the Taker. It might be able to help you. They say it can do anything, given the right motivation.
She sighed and picked up and fly, brining it close to her like she would with a cat. She sets it on her shoulder and smiles "I suppose I shall see them if you think they can help."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Phoenix is standing outside smoking
Lance is sitting in a field with his briefcase open.
Xan is curled up inside, napping.
Brava and Mikey are setting a shelter for the day.
Allison is talking to a fly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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A large fly buzzes over to her and lands on the sheet music. It doesn't do any of the usual fly things, like rubbing its little forelegs or trying to drink her blood. It seems interested in her, watching her closely as she writes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She watches it and smiles sadly "Hello little friend."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yeah. Don't worry about the bodies, by the way, they're fresh. Even if you could get infected, it wouldn't be anything bad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I don't get infected, it's one of the perks of the job. The name's Trilinious'
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It crawls onto her hand. Darling, are you quite alright?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(You can roll Insight if you want) She smiles again, putting on a mask. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Nice to meet you, Trilinious. I would offer to teach you, but something gives me the impression that you already know everything you need to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Morning people, how’s it hangin*
Ed is on the ground floor, he has set up a very large chemical science experiment of some sort, it is making a terrible smell in the air and heating the tavern quite a bit.
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
'Why, thank you. Though I'm always open to hearing new ideas. You enjoying your time in this town?'
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The rosebush seems to be writing a book.
Lycosidos is in his shop still.
*Gonna intro a new character soon-ish*
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."
Insight: 20
Everybody has something that hurts them. I might be able to help, if you give me the chance.
* -A fly, offering to brutally comfort/possibly further hurt your hurt/no comfort character*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, yes. I have quite a few cultists here. They love parties, especially when I bring them Black Tincture."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'What's that?'
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*I made her a character sheet a very very long time ago. Here it is if you would like to see it https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/117481718/a4SR4f*
"Everyone does hm?.." She said and tilted her head, a fog coming over her eyes as she hides behind yet another mask "I don;t know how a little fly would help me but it is kind of you to offer it."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Oh, well, I am just a fly, but I know a powerful person called the Taker. It might be able to help you. They say it can do anything, given the right motivation.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's a wonderful kind of poison. It smells very nice, too. They spread it on their skin when they're about to be eaten."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*mornin guys :3 *
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Phoenix is standing outside smoking
Lance is sitting in a field with his briefcase open.
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She sighed and picked up and fly, brining it close to her like she would with a cat. She sets it on her shoulder and smiles "I suppose I shall see them if you think they can help."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Xan is curled up inside, napping.
Brava and Mikey are setting a shelter for the day.
Allison is talking to a fly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]