"Alright, you lot! Time to leave this bizarre plane behind and get back to the Bloody Barnacle. Adventure awaits, and I'm eager to see what kind of trouble we can stir up next. Let's set sail and make some new stories to tell over a pint. Onward!"
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
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.
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 is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
He hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
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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 is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
He hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
The Pelican answers with a pained gurgle. He lays in a heap on the deck, shuddering and shaking. His beak is open wide and a choked hacking sound crawls out from deep inside his baggy throat. Dripping out of his beak is a thick, brownish slime that cakes his feathers like snot. He's choking on something.
Sergei is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
He hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
The Pelican answers with a pained gurgle. He lays in a heap on the deck, shuddering and shaking. His beak is open wide and a choked hacking sound crawls out from deep inside his baggy throat. Dripping out of his beak is a thick, brownish slime that cakes his feathers like snot. He's choking on something.
Sergei jerks upright and rushes over to the Pelican. “Lucky that I am the doctor.” He frantically says as he tries to give the pelican a mini-heimlich. Medicine: 29
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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 is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
He hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
The Pelican answers with a pained gurgle. He lays in a heap on the deck, shuddering and shaking. His beak is open wide and a choked hacking sound crawls out from deep inside his baggy throat. Dripping out of his beak is a thick, brownish slime that cakes his feathers like snot. He's choking on something.
Sergei jerks upright and rushes over to the Pelican. “Lucky that I am the doctor.” He frantically says as he tries to give the pelican a mini-heimlich. Medicine: 25
You squeeze his feathery body and a waterfall of the gunk pours out onto the deck in a foul smelling, sulfurous puddle. Some sort of fish or maybe an eel flops out into the puddle and squirms about, twisting in ooze coated loops. In between the hacking, violent coughs, the Pelican manages to croak, "Kill... it... kill... it!"
Sergei is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
He hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
The Pelican answers with a pained gurgle. He lays in a heap on the deck, shuddering and shaking. His beak is open wide and a choked hacking sound crawls out from deep inside his baggy throat. Dripping out of his beak is a thick, brownish slime that cakes his feathers like snot. He's choking on something.
Sergei jerks upright and rushes over to the Pelican. “Lucky that I am the doctor.” He frantically says as he tries to give the pelican a mini-heimlich. Medicine: 25
You squeeze his feathery body and a waterfall of the gunk pours out onto the deck in a foul smelling, sulfurous puddle. Some sort of fish or maybe an eel flops out into the puddle and squirms about, twisting in ooze coated loops. In between the hacking, violent coughs, the Pelican manages to croak, "Kill... it... kill... it!"
Sergei takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
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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 is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
He hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
The Pelican answers with a pained gurgle. He lays in a heap on the deck, shuddering and shaking. His beak is open wide and a choked hacking sound crawls out from deep inside his baggy throat. Dripping out of his beak is a thick, brownish slime that cakes his feathers like snot. He's choking on something.
Sergei jerks upright and rushes over to the Pelican. “Lucky that I am the doctor.” He frantically says as he tries to give the pelican a mini-heimlich. Medicine: 25
You squeeze his feathery body and a waterfall of the gunk pours out onto the deck in a foul smelling, sulfurous puddle. Some sort of fish or maybe an eel flops out into the puddle and squirms about, twisting in ooze coated loops. In between the hacking, violent coughs, the Pelican manages to croak, "Kill... it... kill... it!"
Sergei takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
*You don't have to roll.*
It writhes in pain as you kill it, but its thrashing slows and soon its blood mingles with the mucus puddle it lies in. The Pelican's hacking cough turns to labored breathing and he gasps, "Thank you... Sergei..."
Sergei is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
He hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
The Pelican answers with a pained gurgle. He lays in a heap on the deck, shuddering and shaking. His beak is open wide and a choked hacking sound crawls out from deep inside his baggy throat. Dripping out of his beak is a thick, brownish slime that cakes his feathers like snot. He's choking on something.
Sergei jerks upright and rushes over to the Pelican. “Lucky that I am the doctor.” He frantically says as he tries to give the pelican a mini-heimlich. Medicine: 25
You squeeze his feathery body and a waterfall of the gunk pours out onto the deck in a foul smelling, sulfurous puddle. Some sort of fish or maybe an eel flops out into the puddle and squirms about, twisting in ooze coated loops. In between the hacking, violent coughs, the Pelican manages to croak, "Kill... it... kill... it!"
Sergei takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
*You don't have to roll.*
It writhes in pain as you kill it, but its thrashing slows and soon its blood mingles with the mucus puddle it lies in. The Pelican's hacking cough turns to labored breathing and he gasps, "Thank you... Sergei..."
Sergei casts Heal on the Pelican, removing any possible disease or injuries. “What in god’s name was that?”
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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 takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
*You don't have to roll.*
It writhes in pain as you kill it, but its thrashing slows and soon its blood mingles with the mucus puddle it lies in. The Pelican's hacking cough turns to labored breathing and he gasps, "Thank you... Sergei..."
Sergei casts Heal on the Pelican, removing any possible disease or injuries. “What in god’s name was that?”
The healing restores most of his strength back, "Witchfish...koff... filled my lungs with her noxious brew. I -koff- scooped her from the abyss while fiend fishing. I suppose I bit off more than I could chew." He laughs a rattling laugh that breaks down into a cough. Once it clears up he continues. "If you hadn't slayed her when you did that hag would have hexed the whole ship."
Sergei takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
*You don't have to roll.*
It writhes in pain as you kill it, but its thrashing slows and soon its blood mingles with the mucus puddle it lies in. The Pelican's hacking cough turns to labored breathing and he gasps, "Thank you... Sergei..."
Sergei casts Heal on the Pelican, removing any possible disease or injuries. “What in god’s name was that?”
The healing restores most of his strength back, "Witchfish...koff... filled my lungs with her noxious brew. I -koff- scooped her from the abyss while fiend fishing. I suppose I bit off more than I could chew." He laughs a rattling laugh that breaks down into a cough. Once it clears up he continues. "If you hadn't slayed her when you did that hag would have hexed the whole ship."
He scratches his head. “I did not understand much of that.” He wrenches the compass out of the fish and it holds it far away from his face tentatively.
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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 takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
*You don't have to roll.*
It writhes in pain as you kill it, but its thrashing slows and soon its blood mingles with the mucus puddle it lies in. The Pelican's hacking cough turns to labored breathing and he gasps, "Thank you... Sergei..."
Sergei casts Heal on the Pelican, removing any possible disease or injuries. “What in god’s name was that?”
The healing restores most of his strength back, "Witchfish...koff... filled my lungs with her noxious brew. I -koff- scooped her from the abyss while fiend fishing. I suppose I bit off more than I could chew." He laughs a rattling laugh that breaks down into a cough. Once it clears up he continues. "If you hadn't slayed her when you did that hag would have hexed the whole ship."
He scratches his head. “I did not understand much of that.” He wrenches the compass out of the fish and it holds it far away from his face tentatively.
The compass needle spins around, pointing at you momentarily as if it was an accusatory finger blaming you for the murder of the Hag fish, before spinning away to blame the whole of existence for the witch's demise.
"I'm sorry," rasps the Pelican, "My world, my work, my nature, is very different from yours. Some aspects translate about as well as the sky does to the sea. Part of my duty is to fish for fiends, demons, specters of the deep, gobbling them up so that they don't do the same to drowned sailors. It is a dangerous job and it takes care not to pull up a kraken or leviathan."
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 takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
*You don't have to roll.*
It writhes in pain as you kill it, but its thrashing slows and soon its blood mingles with the mucus puddle it lies in. The Pelican's hacking cough turns to labored breathing and he gasps, "Thank you... Sergei..."
Sergei casts Heal on the Pelican, removing any possible disease or injuries. “What in god’s name was that?”
The healing restores most of his strength back, "Witchfish...koff... filled my lungs with her noxious brew. I -koff- scooped her from the abyss while fiend fishing. I suppose I bit off more than I could chew." He laughs a rattling laugh that breaks down into a cough. Once it clears up he continues. "If you hadn't slayed her when you did that hag would have hexed the whole ship."
He scratches his head. “I did not understand much of that.” He wrenches the compass out of the fish and it holds it far away from his face tentatively.
The compass needle spins around, pointing at you momentarily as if it was an accusatory finger blaming you for the murder of the Hag fish, before spinning away to blame the whole of existence for the witch's demise.
"I'm sorry," rasps the Pelican, "My world, my work, my nature, is very different from yours. Some aspects translate about as well as the sky does to the sea. Part of my duty is to fish for fiends, demons, specters of the deep, gobbling them up so that they don't do the same to drowned sailors. It is a dangerous job and it takes care not to pull up a kraken or leviathan."
Sergei pockets his compass after wiping it off. “That’s quite honestly not very shocking anymore.” He says with a chuckle.
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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.
"Alright, you lot! Time to leave this bizarre plane behind and get back to the Bloody Barnacle. Adventure awaits, and I'm eager to see what kind of trouble we can stir up next. Let's set sail and make some new stories to tell over a pint. Onward!"
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*THE BARNACLE WILL RETURN*
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
*Anyone open to roleplaying with the Pelican?*
*Yeah totally*
Sergei is in a hammock on the deck, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
Orion is leaning against a wall, watching the sea.
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 hears heavy labored flaps beat the air followed by a heavy thud on the deck.
He looks up and smiles. “Is that a wise old pelican I hear?”
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
The Pelican answers with a pained gurgle. He lays in a heap on the deck, shuddering and shaking. His beak is open wide and a choked hacking sound crawls out from deep inside his baggy throat. Dripping out of his beak is a thick, brownish slime that cakes his feathers like snot. He's choking on something.
Sergei jerks upright and rushes over to the Pelican. “Lucky that I am the doctor.” He frantically says as he tries to give the pelican a mini-heimlich. Medicine: 29
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
You squeeze his feathery body and a waterfall of the gunk pours out onto the deck in a foul smelling, sulfurous puddle. Some sort of fish or maybe an eel flops out into the puddle and squirms about, twisting in ooze coated loops. In between the hacking, violent coughs, the Pelican manages to croak, "Kill... it... kill... it!"
Sergei takes out the only thing he has, a drawing compass, and stabs it directly into the fish thing’s eye. (Would you like a roll of some sort or is it weak enough to just do that?)
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
*You don't have to roll.*
It writhes in pain as you kill it, but its thrashing slows and soon its blood mingles with the mucus puddle it lies in. The Pelican's hacking cough turns to labored breathing and he gasps, "Thank you... Sergei..."
Sergei casts Heal on the Pelican, removing any possible disease or injuries. “What in god’s name was that?”
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
The healing restores most of his strength back, "Witchfish...koff... filled my lungs with her noxious brew. I -koff- scooped her from the abyss while fiend fishing. I suppose I bit off more than I could chew." He laughs a rattling laugh that breaks down into a cough. Once it clears up he continues. "If you hadn't slayed her when you did that hag would have hexed the whole ship."
He scratches his head. “I did not understand much of that.” He wrenches the compass out of the fish and it holds it far away from his face tentatively.
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
The compass needle spins around, pointing at you momentarily as if it was an accusatory finger blaming you for the murder of the Hag fish, before spinning away to blame the whole of existence for the witch's demise.
"I'm sorry," rasps the Pelican, "My world, my work, my nature, is very different from yours. Some aspects translate about as well as the sky does to the sea. Part of my duty is to fish for fiends, demons, specters of the deep, gobbling them up so that they don't do the same to drowned sailors. It is a dangerous job and it takes care not to pull up a kraken or leviathan."
*WE’RE SO BACK*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*NOTHIIIIIIC*
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
Sergei pockets his compass after wiping it off. “That’s quite honestly not very shocking anymore.” He says with a chuckle.
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
*WE'RE BACKKKKKKKKK
assuming there's no encounters on the way back, should we skip to arriving at the ship?*
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
*yea fs*
*How are you Grad?*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis