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."
There are thin blacks lines running up and down his arms. "I...nothing.."
He nods
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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.
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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.
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.
"Just a step closer, Darling." The voice is the exact same as that of the fly, just deeper and breathier. Distorted from his mask. Silhouettes of crosses with barbed wire strung between them appear behind him. He's standing in front of a low table in a trench, holding a beverage press in one hand.
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.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
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.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
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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."
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."
There are thin blacks lines running up and down his arms. "I...nothing.."
He nods
"It is something. Tell me now." Xan said and tilted his head.
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.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
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.
"Just a step closer, Darling." The voice is the exact same as that of the fly, just deeper and breathier. Distorted from his mask. Silhouettes of crosses with barbed wire strung between them appear behind him. He's standing in front of a low table in a trench, holding a beverage press in one hand.
Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
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.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
"you're welcome."
He closes his eyes slightly
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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.
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.
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.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
"you're welcome."
He closes his eyes slightly
"wuts up"
"Just tired."
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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.
There are thin blacks lines running up and down his arms. "I...nothing.."
He nods
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.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just a step closer, Darling." The voice is the exact same as that of the fly, just deeper and breathier. Distorted from his mask. Silhouettes of crosses with barbed wire strung between them appear behind him. He's standing in front of a low table in a trench, holding a beverage press in one hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
psychopath ^-^
He takes it with a smile of thanks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It is something. Tell me now." Xan said and tilted his head.
Mikey smiles and walks back over to Brava.
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
*u open wedigo. i hab a funi*
psychopath ^-^
"you're welcome."
psychopath ^-^
Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
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
Theren tries to free himself from his grip. "I-its nothing."
Lance watches the two for a moment before opening his breifcase.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan grips his chin and forces him to look in his eyes. (Gunna need wis save)
Brava looks over and narrows his eyes "He's doing something."
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
He closes his eyes slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anybody got some free characters?*
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
WIS: 28
Lance is humming happily as he reaches into his briefcase to reveal....a baby owlbear cub.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"wuts up"
psychopath ^-^
(I am now scared)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
(Fails.) He falls under Xan's Charm and is now unable to run or lie to Xan. "Tell me Theren. What happened." He whispers.
Mikey looks over and grins "Cutie ya go there."
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
"Just tired."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*dwbt cuz*
psychopath ^-^
"I cant control the god trapped inside me...he wants out and might just kill me to do so..."
Lance nods. "Born just a few months ago." the cub coos and snuggles into Lances arms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.