Normiah steps onto the deck of the Barnacle, looking around. He's glad to be back.
All around Normiah the world is moving, rocking gently beneath the deck's sturdy planks. Saltwater sprays across the deck to stain his hair and beard with the all-too-familiar scent of algae and brine. The wind tugs at his clothes and plays with his hat, and its relentless enthusiasm can't help but make Normiah laugh. He may be old and stink like seaweed, but he's free, goshdarnit, and that simple fact proves him luckier than most.
Mound has set up a bulky hammock and is resting.
The Captain is constructing an observation deck above the dining hall. Half a dozen kobolds are assisting him in various ways, some more helpfully than others.
As he walks by, he sees Mound but decides not to wake him. He looks up at the deck. "Captain! We're back!"
The Captain, engrossed in his work, doesn't even look up. "Back? Now, where'd you run off to?"
"We saved Xi from the Abyss. I think he's in his room right now if you want to see him."
The Captain pauses to consider it. "Nah. Glad he's back, though. Right?"
"Right."
He nods. "That's what I thought. Pass me that hammer."
He walks up the stairs (or goes up the ladder, whatever way there is to get up to the deck), then gives the captain the hammer.
"You don't seem that surprised that a crew member's back from the dead."
"Staying dead isn't easy, Blubberbeard. Just look at me."
"Good point." He chuckles lightly to himself. "I'll be resting in my cabin if you need me. The Abyss was tiring work."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The Captain bids Normiah goodbye and returns to his work. The Barnacle sails onward along the Australian coastline, slowly making its way to the hidden base of the Spider Guild.
Sergei frantically starts searching for his notecards for his speech.
Orion is sharpening his concealed weapons.
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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.
Damian is sitting at one of the tables of the deck, angrily eating the omelette he made. His gray eyes staring into the crashing waves, a long suppressed memory surfacing like a deep creature of the sea. A single tear streaking down his face as he eats, muttering curses under his breath.
"Feels good to be back, doesn't it?" Flynn murmured to himself, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
He makes his way below deck, the adrenaline from the recent adventures finally wearing off and leaving a heavy fatigue in its wake. Finding his hammock, Flynn tosses his hat onto a nearby hook and kicks off his boots. He climbs into the hammock, the gentle sway of the ship lulling him almost instantly.
"Finally, a well-deserved nap," Flynn sighs, closing his eyes. "Wake me if the world ends. Again."
And with that, he drifts off, the sounds of the sea and the Bloody Barnacle's creaking hull a soothing lullaby as he settles into a much-needed rest.
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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
Flynn yawned and stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used. Swinging his legs over the side, he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the dim light filtering through the cracks in the wood above.
He stood up, grabbing his boots and slipping them on. He secured his tricorn hat on his head and buckled his belt, checking to make sure his pistols were in place. He couldn't help but smile as he patted the hilts of his rapiers, a comforting weight on his hips.
Making his way to the small wash basin, he splashed his face with cool water, feeling more awake with each splash. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the wild strands.
"Time to face the day," Flynn muttered to himself, grabbing his lute and slinging it over his shoulder. Climbing up to the main deck, he squinted against the bright morning sun.
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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
Damian is lying face down on the deck surrounded by bottles and ash. His shirt miss, revealing his unnatural scars across his body. He sleeps soundlessly and unmoving. The only indication he is still alive being his beating heart.
Flynn yawned and stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used. Swinging his legs over the side, he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the dim light filtering through the cracks in the wood above.
He stood up, grabbing his boots and slipping them on. He secured his tricorn hat on his head and buckled his belt, checking to make sure his pistols were in place. He couldn't help but smile as he patted the hilts of his rapiers, a comforting weight on his hips.
Making his way to the small wash basin, he splashed his face with cool water, feeling more awake with each splash. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the wild strands.
"Time to face the day," Flynn muttered to himself, grabbing his lute and slinging it over his shoulder. Climbing up to the main deck, he squinted against the bright morning sun.
One of the first things that Flynn sees upon his exit is Sergei and Orion, seated on the deck. Sergei is explaining several different engineering feats of The Spider Guild to Orion, trying to get him to understand. Sergei holds several massive parchment papers and is scribbling on them while showing them to Orion.
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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.
Flynn yawned and stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used. Swinging his legs over the side, he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the dim light filtering through the cracks in the wood above.
He stood up, grabbing his boots and slipping them on. He secured his tricorn hat on his head and buckled his belt, checking to make sure his pistols were in place. He couldn't help but smile as he patted the hilts of his rapiers, a comforting weight on his hips.
Making his way to the small wash basin, he splashed his face with cool water, feeling more awake with each splash. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the wild strands.
"Time to face the day," Flynn muttered to himself, grabbing his lute and slinging it over his shoulder. Climbing up to the main deck, he squinted against the bright morning sun.
Normiah is eating a steak inside, a drink of root beer at his side.
Angler is checking his money, analyzing how much he can gamble.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
One of the first things that Flynn sees upon his exit is Sergei and Orion, seated on the deck. Sergei is explaining several different engineering feats of The Spider Guild to Orion, trying to get him to understand. Sergei holds several massive parchment papers and is scribbling on them while showing them to Orion.
Damian is lying face down on the deck surrounded by bottles and ash. His shirt miss, revealing his unnatural scars across his body. He sleeps soundlessly and unmoving. The only indication he is still alive being his beating heart.
"Morning, Sergei. Orion," Flynn called out, giving them a nod.
He then noticed Damian sprawled face down on the deck.
"Rough night, I see," Flynn muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and concern. He strummed a playful tune on his lute, loud enough to wake the dead—or at least, he hoped, Damian.
"Rise and shine, mate. The world's not going to wait for you to sleep off that hangover."
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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
One of the first things that Flynn sees upon his exit is Sergei and Orion, seated on the deck. Sergei is explaining several different engineering feats of The Spider Guild to Orion, trying to get him to understand. Sergei holds several massive parchment papers and is scribbling on them while showing them to Orion.
Damian is lying face down on the deck surrounded by bottles and ash. His shirt miss, revealing his unnatural scars across his body. He sleeps soundlessly and unmoving. The only indication he is still alive being his beating heart.
"Morning, Sergei. Orion," Flynn called out, giving them a nod.
He then noticed Damian sprawled face down on the deck.
"Rough night, I see," Flynn muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and concern. He strummed a playful tune on his lute, loud enough to wake the dead—or at least, he hoped, Damian.
"Rise and shine, mate. The world's not going to wait for you to sleep off that hangover."
Angler calls out to Flynn. "Hey, let the kid sleep. I'm pretty sure children need more sleep then adults."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
One of the first things that Flynn sees upon his exit is Sergei and Orion, seated on the deck. Sergei is explaining several different engineering feats of The Spider Guild to Orion, trying to get him to understand. Sergei holds several massive parchment papers and is scribbling on them while showing them to Orion.
Damian is lying face down on the deck surrounded by bottles and ash. His shirt miss, revealing his unnatural scars across his body. He sleeps soundlessly and unmoving. The only indication he is still alive being his beating heart.
"Morning, Sergei. Orion," Flynn called out, giving them a nod.
He then noticed Damian sprawled face down on the deck.
"Rough night, I see," Flynn muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and concern. He strummed a playful tune on his lute, loud enough to wake the dead—or at least, he hoped, Damian.
"Rise and shine, mate. The world's not going to wait for you to sleep off that hangover."
Orion creaks and waves at Flynn. Sergei looks up, his glasses crooked. “Been a while, hasn’t it Flynn?”
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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.
He then noticed Damian sprawled face down on the deck.
"Rough night, I see," Flynn muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and concern. He strummed a playful tune on his lute, loud enough to wake the dead—or at least, he hoped, Damian.
"Rise and shine, mate. The world's not going to wait for you to sleep off that hangover."
Damian wakes up slowly, hearing Angler’s remark he immediately shoots up “Angler I will turn you to [GP]ING ash!” He then sees Flynn and holds his head “Hey there Flynn. I love being back home.”
Angler calls out to Flynn. "Hey, let the kid sleep. I'm pretty sure children need more sleep then adults."
Flynn grinned, pausing his lute mid-strum. "Ah, Angler, always the voice of reason," he replied with a chuckle. "But if we let him sleep too long, he'll miss out on all the fun—and the work."
Flynn resumes playing his lute, this time with a softer, more soothing melody. "Alright, I'll let the kid have a few more minutes. But if he doesn't wake up soon, I'll have to serenade him with a full pirate shanty."
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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
Angler calls out to Flynn. "Hey, let the kid sleep. I'm pretty sure children need more sleep then adults."
Flynn grinned, pausing his lute mid-strum. "Ah, Angler, always the voice of reason," he replied with a chuckle. "But if we let him sleep too long, he'll miss out on all the fun—and the work."
Flynn resumes playing his lute, this time with a softer, more soothing melody. "Alright, I'll let the kid have a few more minutes. But if he doesn't wake up soon, I'll have to serenade him with a full pirate shanty."
*Parallel universe version or "five more minutes" lol*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Orion creaks and waves at Flynn. Sergei looks up, his glasses crooked. “Been a while, hasn’t it Flynn?”
Flynn set his lute aside and walked over to Sergei and Orion, giving them both a nod. "Aye, it has been, Sergei. Life on the sea has a way of making days blur together."
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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
Orion creaks and waves at Flynn. Sergei looks up, his glasses crooked. “Been a while, hasn’t it Flynn?”
Flynn set his lute aside and walked over to Sergei and Orion, giving them both a nod. "Aye, it has been, Sergei. Life on the sea has a way of making days blur together."
Sergei nods and adjusts his glasses. “Well, that and that you’ve been in a strange portal for several days.”
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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.
"Good point." He chuckles lightly to himself. "I'll be resting in my cabin if you need me. The Abyss was tiring work."
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
The Captain bids Normiah goodbye and returns to his work. The Barnacle sails onward along the Australian coastline, slowly making its way to the hidden base of the Spider Guild.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Sergei frantically starts searching for his notecards for his speech.
Orion is sharpening his concealed weapons.
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 is sitting at one of the tables of the deck, angrily eating the omelette he made. His gray eyes staring into the crashing waves, a long suppressed memory surfacing like a deep creature of the sea. A single tear streaking down his face as he eats, muttering curses under his breath.
"Feels good to be back, doesn't it?" Flynn murmured to himself, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
He makes his way below deck, the adrenaline from the recent adventures finally wearing off and leaving a heavy fatigue in its wake. Finding his hammock, Flynn tosses his hat onto a nearby hook and kicks off his boots. He climbs into the hammock, the gentle sway of the ship lulling him almost instantly.
"Finally, a well-deserved nap," Flynn sighs, closing his eyes. "Wake me if the world ends. Again."
And with that, he drifts off, the sounds of the sea and the Bloody Barnacle's creaking hull a soothing lullaby as he settles into a much-needed rest.
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
*Thanks, Monk, for the great arc. I enjoyed it, even though it lasted much longer than any of us intended.*
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
Flynn yawned and stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used. Swinging his legs over the side, he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the dim light filtering through the cracks in the wood above.
He stood up, grabbing his boots and slipping them on. He secured his tricorn hat on his head and buckled his belt, checking to make sure his pistols were in place. He couldn't help but smile as he patted the hilts of his rapiers, a comforting weight on his hips.
Making his way to the small wash basin, he splashed his face with cool water, feeling more awake with each splash. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the wild strands.
"Time to face the day," Flynn muttered to himself, grabbing his lute and slinging it over his shoulder. Climbing up to the main deck, he squinted against the bright morning sun.
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
Damian is lying face down on the deck surrounded by bottles and ash. His shirt miss, revealing his unnatural scars across his body. He sleeps soundlessly and unmoving. The only indication he is still alive being his beating heart.
One of the first things that Flynn sees upon his exit is Sergei and Orion, seated on the deck. Sergei is explaining several different engineering feats of The Spider Guild to Orion, trying to get him to understand. Sergei holds several massive parchment papers and is scribbling on them while showing them to Orion.
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
Normiah is eating a steak inside, a drink of root beer at his side.
Angler is checking his money, analyzing how much he can gamble.
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
"Morning, Sergei. Orion," Flynn called out, giving them a nod.
He then noticed Damian sprawled face down on the deck.
"Rough night, I see," Flynn muttered, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and concern. He strummed a playful tune on his lute, loud enough to wake the dead—or at least, he hoped, Damian.
"Rise and shine, mate. The world's not going to wait for you to sleep off that hangover."
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
Angler calls out to Flynn. "Hey, let the kid sleep. I'm pretty sure children need more sleep then adults."
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
Orion creaks and waves at Flynn. Sergei looks up, his glasses crooked. “Been a while, hasn’t it Flynn?”
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 wakes up slowly, hearing Angler’s remark he immediately shoots up “Angler I will turn you to [GP]ING ash!” He then sees Flynn and holds his head “Hey there Flynn. I love being back home.”
Flynn grinned, pausing his lute mid-strum. "Ah, Angler, always the voice of reason," he replied with a chuckle. "But if we let him sleep too long, he'll miss out on all the fun—and the work."
Flynn resumes playing his lute, this time with a softer, more soothing melody. "Alright, I'll let the kid have a few more minutes. But if he doesn't wake up soon, I'll have to serenade him with a full pirate shanty."
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
*Parallel universe version or "five more minutes" lol*
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
Flynn set his lute aside and walked over to Sergei and Orion, giving them both a nod. "Aye, it has been, Sergei. Life on the sea has a way of making days blur together."
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
*I just started a conversation with so many people at once. LOL!*
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
Sergei nods and adjusts his glasses. “Well, that and that you’ve been in a strange portal for several days.”
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
*Also I'm gonna be running an encounter next but I'll give you all some time because it's been one thing after another recently*
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