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?"
“I should hope to find an ally. One with an affinity for the arcane, perhaps. A fellow hoarder of blasphemous secrets. A deal-maker by all measures, and a habitual traitor.”
"Ah, the last one is not me. I do not make alliances with those I would betray. But after all is told, I care not for who wins or loses as long as I succeed."
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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.
"I am not! I am two months old! And I've been living by myself for half that time. I'm baccicly an adult! I'm definitely an adult in worm form!"
"oh alright alright." Lance chuckles a bit.
"Sooo....you'll tell me?"
"yes i will." he says with a sigh
"HOLY SWEET N SOUR (GP) IT WORKED!"
"Language."
"WOOHOO!!!" She jumps into the air and transforms into a wyrmling, shaking the ground when she lands
Lance somehow keeps his balance
"Wow wow wow!!! This is so exciting!!!"
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
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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.
"I am not! I am two months old! And I've been living by myself for half that time. I'm baccicly an adult! I'm definitely an adult in worm form!"
"oh alright alright." Lance chuckles a bit.
"Sooo....you'll tell me?"
"yes i will." he says with a sigh
"HOLY SWEET N SOUR (GP) IT WORKED!"
"Language."
"WOOHOO!!!" She jumps into the air and transforms into a wyrmling, shaking the ground when she lands
Lance somehow keeps his balance
"Wow wow wow!!! This is so exciting!!!"
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Woooah"
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
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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.
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Woooah"
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Woooah"
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
"Was there a flupmfle?"
"Yes there was a Flumph."
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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.
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Woooah"
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Woooah"
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
"Was there a flupmfle?"
"Yes there was a Flumph."
"Can I meet them?"
"All in due time you will. Now where was I? Oh, right! Soon i became acquainted with all the creatures. Once i was old enough i practiced magic and joined a bard troupe."
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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.
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Woooah"
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
"Was there a flupmfle?"
"Yes there was a Flumph."
"Can I meet them?"
"All in due time you will. Now where was I? Oh, right! Soon i became acquainted with all the creatures. Once i was old enough i practiced magic and joined a bard troupe."
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
"Woooah"
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
"Was there a flupmfle?"
"Yes there was a Flumph."
"Can I meet them?"
"All in due time you will. Now where was I? Oh, right! Soon i became acquainted with all the creatures. Once i was old enough i practiced magic and joined a bard troupe."
She quietly listens
He clears his throat. "I was traveling with them for a few years until...well something terrible happened." the illusions shifts to a campfire out the woods. "We were resting for the night when something attacked us...i was the only survivor..."
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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.
"All in due time you will. Now where was I? Oh, right! Soon i became acquainted with all the creatures. Once i was old enough i practiced magic and joined a bard troupe."
She quietly listens
He clears his throat. "I was traveling with them for a few years until...well something terrible happened." the illusions shifts to a campfire out the woods. "We were resting for the night when something attacked us...i was the only survivor..."
He clears his throat. "I was traveling with them for a few years until...well something terrible happened." the illusions shifts to a campfire out the woods. "We were resting for the night when something attacked us...i was the only survivor..."
"Oh no! Was the case okay?"
"The case was fine..." he says pulling out the case. "And thats how i arrived here." the illusions fade and they are sitting in the aleey once more
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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?"
“I should hope to find an ally. One with an affinity for the arcane, perhaps. A fellow hoarder of blasphemous secrets. A deal-maker by all measures, and a habitual traitor.”
"Ah, the last one is not me. I do not make alliances with those I would betray. But after all is told, I care not for who wins or loses as long as I succeed."
He smiles. “And an alliance with me? I know more about the workings of our world than all the gods combined.”
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Bonnie is in a box unconscious, a couple of sciency looking folk discussing what they should do, a high elf women seeming adamant that they return to 'base'
Jubilee has found a shiny and is adding it to her 'hoarde' which is 80% chemical bombs at the moment
Bonnie is in a box unconscious, a couple of sciency looking folk discussing what they should do, a high elf women seeming adamant that they return to 'base'
Jubilee has found a shiny and is adding it to her 'hoarde' which is 80% chemical bombs at the moment
Gravedigger walks over "what is that?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Bonnie is in a box unconscious, a couple of sciency looking folk discussing what they should do, a high elf women seeming adamant that they return to 'base'
Jubilee has found a shiny and is adding it to her 'hoarde' which is 80% chemical bombs at the moment
Ed approaches Jubilee and her hoard, inspecting her shinies and attempting to identify them. “Hello, there”
*desc if you don’t mind?*
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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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"Wow wow wow!!! This is so exciting!!!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Ah, the last one is not me. I do not make alliances with those I would betray. But after all is told, I care not for who wins or loses as long as I succeed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ok ok calm down." he says. "To start off the story we'll have to go back to my hometown." he waves his hand as the alleyway around them morphs and becomes a nice but old town. *All of this is an illusion btw*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Woooah"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"now it all started when i found this suitcase." he says, as a younger version of Lance picks up the case. "It was filled with magical and mythical creatures. Amazing really."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Was there a flupmfle?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Yes there was a Flumph."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Can I meet them?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"All in due time you will. Now where was I? Oh, right! Soon i became acquainted with all the creatures. Once i was old enough i practiced magic and joined a bard troupe."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She quietly listens
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
He clears his throat. "I was traveling with them for a few years until...well something terrible happened." the illusions shifts to a campfire out the woods. "We were resting for the night when something attacked us...i was the only survivor..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*good morning folks*
"Oh no! Was the case okay?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"The case was fine..." he says pulling out the case. "And thats how i arrived here." the illusions fade and they are sitting in the aleey once more
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles. “And an alliance with me? I know more about the workings of our world than all the gods combined.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I gtg bye guys!*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
(hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*characters? Since people are probably online*
Alec is messing with his trinket
Bonnie is in a box unconscious, a couple of sciency looking folk discussing what they should do, a high elf women seeming adamant that they return to 'base'
Jubilee has found a shiny and is adding it to her 'hoarde' which is 80% chemical bombs at the moment
Gravedigger walks over "what is that?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Ed approaches Jubilee and her hoard, inspecting her shinies and attempting to identify them. “Hello, there”
*desc if you don’t mind?*
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