Suddenly the monster's eyes gleam wickedly through the dark lenses. That's what he was waiting for. "I can bring them back. Give me the word. Say you'll give me your pain."
"I'm sorry. I cannot. I have studied necromancy to try and bring her back, I have studied resurrection. But every time, its never the same." She said and wiped at tears in her eyes "I cannot give you something that has become apart of me. It would be like taking a limb."
It leans back, its expression unreadable once more. "What about True Resurrection? If I can bring your child back for real, and if I can strip away the pain, and you say no... you're going to walk away from your daughter, close your eyes, and let her die again because you were too busy wallowing in self-pity to save her. I am giving you freedom. You are not beyond being loved again, little necromancer. Tell me, what will it be: a lifetime of suffering, or your daughter?"
Insight check, if you wish.
"Is it freedom to know it's not my daughter? There will always be that nagging feeling in me that I let her die. To have a fake thing, not the real thing she was before.. That's just cruel." She smiles and wipes away her tears again as they stream down her cheeks. "You are kind, and I thank you once again for wanting to help me, but it is my pain to carry."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lance slowly moves the open case closer and closer to the dragon while still playing the tune. He looks at Mikey and Brava and nods at the case then at the dragon
He nods "For a little bit."
Mikey continues to watch in awe and amusement but Brava just decides to walk away.
Therne hugs them tightly. "Thank you thank you. Is there anything i can do to repay you?"
They both hear a voice in their mind. "I need both of your help. Grab the case and touch the opening to the dragon. Illusions will only distract him for so long."
Xan snorts "Nah. Just don't ever tell anyone I helped someone."
Mikey nods and does so. Brava shakes his head.
He nods, still hugging them
The dragon is sucked into the case. Lance stops playing as the illusions fade. "Thanks Mikey."
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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.
Ed is sitting at a table on the ground floor and has put together some sort of chemical experiment. It’s emitting a horrible smell and heating the tavern a few degrees.
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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.
Suddenly the monster's eyes gleam wickedly through the dark lenses. That's what he was waiting for. "I can bring them back. Give me the word. Say you'll give me your pain."
"I'm sorry. I cannot. I have studied necromancy to try and bring her back, I have studied resurrection. But every time, its never the same." She said and wiped at tears in her eyes "I cannot give you something that has become apart of me. It would be like taking a limb."
It leans back, its expression unreadable once more. "What about True Resurrection? If I can bring your child back for real, and if I can strip away the pain, and you say no... you're going to walk away from your daughter, close your eyes, and let her die again because you were too busy wallowing in self-pity to save her. I am giving you freedom. You are not beyond being loved again, little necromancer. Tell me, what will it be: a lifetime of suffering, or your daughter?"
Insight check, if you wish.
"Is it freedom to know it's not my daughter? There will always be that nagging feeling in me that I let her die. To have a fake thing, not the real thing she was before.. That's just cruel." She smiles and wipes away her tears again as they stream down her cheeks. "You are kind, and I thank you once again for wanting to help me, but it is my pain to carry."
It sighs again. It sounds almost... frustrated. Like it knew it had her pinned for a second there. "It is your choice. I cannot force your hand." It pours her a cup of hot herbal tea. The smell is calming, but definitely not calming enough for that interaction. "I'm sorry for pressing you. Is there anything you do want? I won't ask for your pain, and I won't offer your daughter back. I'll let you decide the terms."
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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.
Suddenly the monster's eyes gleam wickedly through the dark lenses. That's what he was waiting for. "I can bring them back. Give me the word. Say you'll give me your pain."
"I'm sorry. I cannot. I have studied necromancy to try and bring her back, I have studied resurrection. But every time, its never the same." She said and wiped at tears in her eyes "I cannot give you something that has become apart of me. It would be like taking a limb."
It leans back, its expression unreadable once more. "What about True Resurrection? If I can bring your child back for real, and if I can strip away the pain, and you say no... you're going to walk away from your daughter, close your eyes, and let her die again because you were too busy wallowing in self-pity to save her. I am giving you freedom. You are not beyond being loved again, little necromancer. Tell me, what will it be: a lifetime of suffering, or your daughter?"
Insight check, if you wish.
"Is it freedom to know it's not my daughter? There will always be that nagging feeling in me that I let her die. To have a fake thing, not the real thing she was before.. That's just cruel." She smiles and wipes away her tears again as they stream down her cheeks. "You are kind, and I thank you once again for wanting to help me, but it is my pain to carry."
It sighs again. It sounds almost... frustrated. Like it knew it had her pinned for a second there. "It is your choice. I cannot force your hand." It pours her a cup of hot herbal tea. The smell is calming, but definitely not calming enough for that interaction. "I'm sorry for pressing you. Is there anything you do want? I won't ask for your pain, and I won't offer your daughter back. I'll let you decide the terms."
"Would you like to play chess?" She asked, waving a hand. A chess board made from quartz appears.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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they shrug "dunno"
psychopath ^-^
He frowns a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's a... Long story... Baccicly shared custody with one parent in the mountains and the other in the dessert"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Is it freedom to know it's not my daughter? There will always be that nagging feeling in me that I let her die. To have a fake thing, not the real thing she was before.. That's just cruel." She smiles and wipes away her tears again as they stream down her cheeks. "You are kind, and I thank you once again for wanting to help me, but it is my pain to carry."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah...I see."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So what's your story?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"cmon, tell me wuts up"
psychopath ^-^
"Its...its not for kids."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"no."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"y"
psychopath ^-^
"Because i dont want to!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"jeez oki"
psychopath ^-^
Ed is sitting at a table on the ground floor and has put together some sort of chemical experiment. It’s emitting a horrible smell and heating the tavern a few degrees.
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
It sighs again. It sounds almost... frustrated. Like it knew it had her pinned for a second there. "It is your choice. I cannot force your hand." It pours her a cup of hot herbal tea. The smell is calming, but definitely not calming enough for that interaction. "I'm sorry for pressing you. Is there anything you do want? I won't ask for your pain, and I won't offer your daughter back. I'll let you decide the terms."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She sighs"everyone says that"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Theren pulls his knees up to his chest
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"This time its true.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What if I were a dragon would you tell me then?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Would you like to play chess?" She asked, waving a hand. A chess board made from quartz appears.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]