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.
It seems the Barnacle’s time in New Zealand is nearing a close. The Captain and crew are busy hunting, searching for fresh meat and tasty herbs — seafood gets boring quick, after all.
From the ship’s stern where he was refilling a barrel of freshwater, Mound lets out a shout. “Ship! Port side, one sail!’
Intrigued by the disturbance, the crew rushes to Mound’s vantage point and strain to catch a glimpse of the distant vessel, half-expecting another fight for their lives. Imagine their disappointment when they see only a lone dinghy, crewed by a slender man with long black hair. And yet the man looks oddly familiar, beneath the layer of brutal scars that crisscross his face and neck.
”Why, it’s Alistair Tao!” someone shouts. “I thought he had deserted long ago, after that terrible contagion afflicted his soul. I wonder how he found us?”
No answers are forthcoming, as the conversation’s subject remains far out of earshot. Yet it’s clear to all when Alistair waves and offers a tired smile that he’s glad to be home.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Alistair looks exhausted, to say the least. There are bags under his eyes and his skin is weathered and tanned by the constant exposure to seawater. He clearly hasn’t been on land in some time, the larva realizes — perhaps he’s been following in the Barnacle’s wake?
Sergei rushes to the top deck and tosses the rope ladder overboard for Alistair to climb up. “Greetings! You look like you could use some fresh water.”
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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.
Sergei rushes to the top deck and tosses the rope ladder overboard for Alistair to climb up. “Greetings! You look like you could use some fresh water.”
Sergei helps him up, clasping his hand when he gets close enough. “I am assuming you are Alistair Tao.”
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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.
Sergei helps him up, clasping his hand when he gets close enough. “I am assuming you are Alistair Tao.”
Tao’s hand is leathery and dry, devoid of any form of moisture. “You assume correctly, Sergei Starman. I’ve heard all about you and your exploits on the Silver Ghost, but I confess I had thought you long dead?”
Although his last sentence is a statement, he phrases it like a question — or perhaps an accusation.
Sergei helps him up, clasping his hand when he gets close enough. “I am assuming you are Alistair Tao.”
Tao’s hand is leathery and dry, devoid of any form of moisture. “You assume correctly, Sergei Starman. I’ve heard all about you and your exploits on the Silver Ghost, but I confess I had thought you long dead?”
Although his last sentence is a statement, he phrases it like a question — or perhaps an accusation.
Sergei chuckles for a moment, before eerily transitioning to a powerful stare. “No kraken’s stomach will keep me down.”
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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.
Sergei helps him up, clasping his hand when he gets close enough. “I am assuming you are Alistair Tao.”
Tao’s hand is leathery and dry, devoid of any form of moisture. “You assume correctly, Sergei Starman. I’ve heard all about you and your exploits on the Silver Ghost, but I confess I had thought you long dead?”
Although his last sentence is a statement, he phrases it like a question — or perhaps an accusation.
Sergei chuckles for a moment, before eerily transitioning to a powerful stare. “No kraken’s stomach will keep me down.”
“A survivor! And at that age, too.” Tao winces. “Must have been excruciating. How long were you trapped?”
Sergei helps him up, clasping his hand when he gets close enough. “I am assuming you are Alistair Tao.”
Tao’s hand is leathery and dry, devoid of any form of moisture. “You assume correctly, Sergei Starman. I’ve heard all about you and your exploits on the Silver Ghost, but I confess I had thought you long dead?”
Although his last sentence is a statement, he phrases it like a question — or perhaps an accusation.
Sergei chuckles for a moment, before eerily transitioning to a powerful stare. “No kraken’s stomach will keep me down.”
“A survivor! And at that age, too.” Tao winces. “Must have been excruciating. How long were you trapped?”
“Oh…somewhere in the midst of 30 years, I believe. You need water, sir. Limes, too. Come with me.” Sergei leads him to the doctor’s office.
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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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*hi*
*Hoi*
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
Music box is playing a tune with their music box. (Music box is a white weasel possessing a music box)
The larva is communing with its followers.
(new character intro coming soon?!?)
It seems the Barnacle’s time in New Zealand is nearing a close. The Captain and crew are busy hunting, searching for fresh meat and tasty herbs — seafood gets boring quick, after all.
From the ship’s stern where he was refilling a barrel of freshwater, Mound lets out a shout. “Ship! Port side, one sail!’
Intrigued by the disturbance, the crew rushes to Mound’s vantage point and strain to catch a glimpse of the distant vessel, half-expecting another fight for their lives. Imagine their disappointment when they see only a lone dinghy, crewed by a slender man with long black hair. And yet the man looks oddly familiar, beneath the layer of brutal scars that crisscross his face and neck.
”Why, it’s Alistair Tao!” someone shouts. “I thought he had deserted long ago, after that terrible contagion afflicted his soul. I wonder how he found us?”
No answers are forthcoming, as the conversation’s subject remains far out of earshot. Yet it’s clear to all when Alistair waves and offers a tired smile that he’s glad to be home.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The larva studies Alastair from a distance.
*What’s up?*
Alistair looks exhausted, to say the least. There are bags under his eyes and his skin is weathered and tanned by the constant exposure to seawater. He clearly hasn’t been on land in some time, the larva realizes — perhaps he’s been following in the Barnacle’s wake?
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Normiah is on the deck.
Angler is drinking a bottle of alcohol.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
‘Finally, another ship. We might actually have a chance now.’
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Sergei rushes to the top deck and tosses the rope ladder overboard for Alistair to climb up. “Greetings! You look like you could use some fresh water.”
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
Damian greets the new arrival with song.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*new arrival blud he is the first mate*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*But he hasn't met this guy yet so as far as he's concerned he's new*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Normiah walks over. "Alistair? Is that you? By the heavens, I haven't seen you in ages!" He lowers a rope.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
A tired smile. “Indeed. I hadn’t expected to see any of your lovely faces again.”
His voice is quiet and raspy, and his movements slow and deliberate — those of a man unaccustomed to interacting with others.
Alistair, preoccupied by his climbing, doesn’t notice the performer.
He sighs. “What is it this time? Aboleth causing havoc? Vengeful squid-man? Oh, lemme guess, a portal to the Abyss spewing demons at us?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Sergei helps him up, clasping his hand when he gets close enough. “I am assuming you are Alistair Tao.”
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
Tao’s hand is leathery and dry, devoid of any form of moisture. “You assume correctly, Sergei Starman. I’ve heard all about you and your exploits on the Silver Ghost, but I confess I had thought you long dead?”
Although his last sentence is a statement, he phrases it like a question — or perhaps an accusation.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Sergei chuckles for a moment, before eerily transitioning to a powerful stare. “No kraken’s stomach will keep me down.”
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
“A survivor! And at that age, too.” Tao winces. “Must have been excruciating. How long were you trapped?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Oh…somewhere in the midst of 30 years, I believe. You need water, sir. Limes, too. Come with me.” Sergei leads him to the doctor’s office.
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