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.
He hears a knock on the door behind him. Deep breathing through a respirator. Buzzing flies. It was in the room with him while he was writing. But how? No. It must have teleported in somehow after he left. The only explanation.
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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.
Xan is curled up inside, napping.
Brava and Mikey are setting a shelter for the day.
Allison is talking to a fly.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
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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.
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.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*Woah, looks like I missed some lore…*
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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.
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.
He hears a knock on the door behind him. Deep breathing through a respirator. Buzzing flies. It was in the room with him while he was writing. But how? No. It must have teleported in somehow after he left. The only explanation.
He stiffens. Draws a dagger, holds it close. Slowly removes the scroll from his satchel, holds it over the flames. “Taker. What is it that you are?”
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.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
Theren is shakily cleaning up a fallen mug, looking annoyed. His turtleneck sweater having a bit of a stain from the tea.
"I mean no harm." Lance says with a nervous grin. *Think of him as a re-skinned Newt Scamander*
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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.
"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."
It buzzes in delight. I know a way to get there! We could walk, but that runs the risk of hitting a mine. I think we should teleport! I know the spell, I just can't cast it.
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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.
"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."
It buzzes in delight. I know a way to get there! We could walk, but that runs the risk of hitting a mine. I think we should teleport! I know the spell, I just can't cast it.
She smiles and pulls out her mandolin. She plucks a few strings as mist seems to swell around them.
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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.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
Theren is shakily cleaning up a fallen mug, looking annoyed. His turtleneck sweater having a bit of a stain from the tea.
"I mean no harm." Lance says with a nervous grin. *Think of him as a re-skinned Newt Scamander*
Xan smiles and stands up. "Careful. You'll cut yourself." He said and helped him.
*N E W T S C A M A N D E R.* Mikey smiles kindly "Don't mind him. He's grumpy because he was face to face with someone he doesn't like."
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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.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
Theren is shakily cleaning up a fallen mug, looking annoyed. His turtleneck sweater having a bit of a stain from the tea.
"I mean no harm." Lance says with a nervous grin. *Think of him as a re-skinned Newt Scamander*
Xan smiles and stands up. "Careful. You'll cut yourself." He said and helped him.
*N E W T S C A M A N D E R.* Mikey smiles kindly "Don't mind him. He's grumpy because he was face to face with someone he doesn't like."
"T-thanks." he mumbles. He then looks down at his sweater. "Dang it..."
*ye :) * "W-well thats really no need to take out your anger o-on everyone else." he says with a smile
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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 hears a knock on the door behind him. Deep breathing through a respirator. Buzzing flies. It was in the room with him while he was writing. But how? No. It must have teleported in somehow after he left. The only explanation.
He stiffens. Draws a dagger, holds it close. Slowly removes the scroll from his satchel, holds it over the flames. “Taker. What is it that you are?”
A muffled voice immediately answers. "I am the Worm that grows fat while the vulture grows weary. I am the Shaper of flesh and steel. I am the Collector of the dead and dying. I am the Taker of what has been sacrificed. I am many things. What would you like me to be?"
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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.
Xan is curled up inside, napping.
Brava and Mikey are setting a shelter for the day.
Allison is talking to a fly.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
Theren is shakily cleaning up a fallen mug, looking annoyed. His turtleneck sweater having a bit of a stain from the tea.
"I mean no harm." Lance says with a nervous grin. *Think of him as a re-skinned Newt Scamander*
Xan smiles and stands up. "Careful. You'll cut yourself." He said and helped him.
*N E W T S C A M A N D E R.* Mikey smiles kindly "Don't mind him. He's grumpy because he was face to face with someone he doesn't like."
"T-thanks." he mumbles. He then looks down at his sweater. "Dang it..."
*ye :) * "W-well thats really no need to take out your anger o-on everyone else." he says with a smile
Xan smiles and snaps his fingers. The stain disappears as if it was never there.
"Yeah. I know." Mikey sighed and Brava threw a rag he was using to clean his gun at him.
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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.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
Theren is shakily cleaning up a fallen mug, looking annoyed. His turtleneck sweater having a bit of a stain from the tea.
"I mean no harm." Lance says with a nervous grin. *Think of him as a re-skinned Newt Scamander*
Xan smiles and stands up. "Careful. You'll cut yourself." He said and helped him.
*N E W T S C A M A N D E R.* Mikey smiles kindly "Don't mind him. He's grumpy because he was face to face with someone he doesn't like."
"T-thanks." he mumbles. He then looks down at his sweater. "Dang it..."
*ye :) * "W-well thats really no need to take out your anger o-on everyone else." he says with a smile
Xan smiles and snaps his fingers. The stain disappears as if it was never there.
"Yeah. I know." Mikey sighed and Brava threw a rag he was using to clean his gun at him.
Theren smiles a bit and makes sure his sleeves are pulled almost all the way over his hands.
Lance chuckles as he sits on a log.
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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.
"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."
It buzzes in delight. I know a way to get there! We could walk, but that runs the risk of hitting a mine. I think we should teleport! I know the spell, I just can't cast it.
She smiles and pulls out her mandolin. She plucks a few strings as mist seems to swell around them.
They see someone in the mist. Not in the mist, per se, but reflected in it. Represented. A man, facing away, wearing layers of fabric and a pointed hat. He turns a bit to a cacophony of jingling dog tags, revealing his odd, elephantine respirator. His breathing is loud, yet muffled. Strained and ancient.
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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.
Xan is curled up inside, napping.
Brava and Mikey are setting a shelter for the day.
Allison is talking to a fly.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
Theren is shakily cleaning up a fallen mug, looking annoyed. His turtleneck sweater having a bit of a stain from the tea.
"I mean no harm." Lance says with a nervous grin. *Think of him as a re-skinned Newt Scamander*
Xan smiles and stands up. "Careful. You'll cut yourself." He said and helped him.
*N E W T S C A M A N D E R.* Mikey smiles kindly "Don't mind him. He's grumpy because he was face to face with someone he doesn't like."
"T-thanks." he mumbles. He then looks down at his sweater. "Dang it..."
*ye :) * "W-well thats really no need to take out your anger o-on everyone else." he says with a smile
Xan smiles and snaps his fingers. The stain disappears as if it was never there.
"Yeah. I know." Mikey sighed and Brava threw a rag he was using to clean his gun at him.
Theren smiles a bit and makes sure his sleeves are pulled almost all the way over his hands.
Lance chuckles as he sits on a log.
Xan narrows his eyes and takes THeren's hands, his iron grip holding him close while he rolls up his sleeves. "What happened here?"
Mikey tilts their head "Be warned not to come round here often kay? We are setting up mines."
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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.
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."
It buzzes in delight. I know a way to get there! We could walk, but that runs the risk of hitting a mine. I think we should teleport! I know the spell, I just can't cast it.
She smiles and pulls out her mandolin. She plucks a few strings as mist seems to swell around them.
They see someone in the mist. Not in the mist, per se, but reflected in it. Represented. A man, facing away, wearing layers of fabric and a pointed hat. He turns a bit to a cacophony of jingling dog tags, revealing his odd, elephantine respirator. His breathing is loud, yet muffled. Strained and ancient.
She stands there and folds her hands in front of her. "Hello.." She says quietly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Im free* 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.
TRON LIVES
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He hears a knock on the door behind him. Deep breathing through a respirator. Buzzing flies. It was in the room with him while he was writing. But how? No. It must have teleported in somehow after he left. The only explanation.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a small crash and a curse of annoyance.
Lance accidentally walks in on their camp, briefcase in hand.
*Do u need a description of lance?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan cracks open an eye and looks around.
Brava raises a pistol "Leave." he huffs and Mikey pipes up "ASK NICELY."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Woah, looks like I missed some lore…*
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 stiffens. Draws a dagger, holds it close. Slowly removes the scroll from his satchel, holds it over the flames. “Taker. What is it that you are?”
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Theren is shakily cleaning up a fallen mug, looking annoyed. His turtleneck sweater having a bit of a stain from the tea.
"I mean no harm." Lance says with a nervous grin. *Think of him as a re-skinned Newt Scamander*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It buzzes in delight. I know a way to get there! We could walk, but that runs the risk of hitting a mine. I think we should teleport! I know the spell, I just can't cast it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She smiles and pulls out her mandolin. She plucks a few strings as mist seems to swell around them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Xan smiles and stands up. "Careful. You'll cut yourself." He said and helped him.
*N E W T S C A M A N D E R.* Mikey smiles kindly "Don't mind him. He's grumpy because he was face to face with someone he doesn't like."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"T-thanks." he mumbles. He then looks down at his sweater. "Dang it..."
*ye :) * "W-well thats really no need to take out your anger o-on everyone else." he says with a smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A muffled voice immediately answers. "I am the Worm that grows fat while the vulture grows weary. I am the Shaper of flesh and steel. I am the Collector of the dead and dying. I am the Taker of what has been sacrificed. I am many things. What would you like me to be?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Xan smiles and snaps his fingers. The stain disappears as if it was never there.
"Yeah. I know." Mikey sighed and Brava threw a rag he was using to clean his gun at him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren smiles a bit and makes sure his sleeves are pulled almost all the way over his hands.
Lance chuckles as he sits on a log.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They see someone in the mist. Not in the mist, per se, but reflected in it. Represented. A man, facing away, wearing layers of fabric and a pointed hat. He turns a bit to a cacophony of jingling dog tags, revealing his odd, elephantine respirator. His breathing is loud, yet muffled. Strained and ancient.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gm*
psychopath ^-^
*mornin :3 *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan narrows his eyes and takes THeren's hands, his iron grip holding him close while he rolls up his sleeves. "What happened here?"
Mikey tilts their head "Be warned not to come round here often kay? We are setting up mines."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She stands there and folds her hands in front of her. "Hello.." She says quietly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
*Im free*
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