Thervan is still hanging around the deck, untied now, but weaponless.
Angler (an anglerfish humanoid with maroon skin, lightly glowing blue eyes, finlike hands and a trench coat and fedora) walks up. "Who untied the prisoner?"
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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
Thervan is still hanging around the deck, untied now, but weaponless.
Angler (an anglerfish humanoid with maroon skin, lightly glowing blue eyes, finlike hands and a trench coat and fedora) walks up. "Who untied the prisoner?"
“Orion.” Thervan says.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Thervan is still hanging around the deck, untied now, but weaponless.
Angler (an anglerfish humanoid with maroon skin, lightly glowing blue eyes, finlike hands and a trench coat and fedora) walks up. "Who untied the prisoner?"
“Orion.” Thervan says.
He sighs. "We can't trust you. Not after you nearly killed Normiah. We probably should get you tied back up now."
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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
*Turns out my Dnd game was canceled so I'm back. The good news is that my favorite musician just released some more songs today about the ocean and I'm jamming to his songs right now.*
Thervan is still hanging around the deck, untied now, but weaponless.
Angler (an anglerfish humanoid with maroon skin, lightly glowing blue eyes, finlike hands and a trench coat and fedora) walks up. "Who untied the prisoner?"
“Orion.” Thervan says.
He sighs. "We can't trust you. Not after you nearly killed Normiah. We probably should get you tied back up now."
“Fine. Tie me up. I don’t care.” He doesn’t resist.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Cya. Don’t forget about Thervan. Makes for a really boring character to just be tied up all the time.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
You haven't seen the Pelican since your interaction with him a few days ago. It is late at night, the sea is calm and the sky is clear. The moon is bright and bathes the ship in soft, silvery light. The quiet waters rock the ship gently and are scattered with the flickering reflections of the stars.
All is quiet. The watchmen are asleep on their posts, the lazy louts.
You are drawn from the hold by a strange sense. You feel as though you are expected on the deck and that you mustn't be late.
Upon emerging from the hold, you find that the deck is not as empty as you thought it would be. A huge conglomeration of large Pelicans is perched in a dense cluster near the bow. White feathers rustles and beaks clack as they wait for you to approach. It is almost a wonder that the ship doesn't capsize under the concentrated weight of so many seabirds. A few stragglers pinwheel above the ship with whispering wings.
"There you are Chef," croaks a familiar voice from among the massive flock. "How have you been?"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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 Aarakocra is asleep*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Angler (an anglerfish humanoid with maroon skin, lightly glowing blue eyes, finlike hands and a trench coat and fedora) walks up. "Who untied the prisoner?"
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
*Ah*
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
*wait I just realized Angler's in two places at once, whoops
Let's just say the second bit is after the fight*
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.” Thervan says.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Auguste is sharpening his blades as one of his automatons cooks.
Laughter is hanging out below the decks, playing his viola.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
He sighs. "We can't trust you. Not after you nearly killed Normiah. We probably should get you tied back up now."
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
*Turns out my Dnd game was canceled so I'm back. The good news is that my favorite musician just released some more songs today about the ocean and I'm jamming to his songs right now.*
*Would you like to do that encounter now?*
“Fine. Tie me up. I don’t care.” He doesn’t resist.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*hang on, gotta do stuff*
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
Cya. Don’t forget about Thervan. Makes for a really boring character to just be tied up all the time.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Sure!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Actually, I have to go for a bit*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*For Baalz*
You haven't seen the Pelican since your interaction with him a few days ago. It is late at night, the sea is calm and the sky is clear. The moon is bright and bathes the ship in soft, silvery light. The quiet waters rock the ship gently and are scattered with the flickering reflections of the stars.
All is quiet. The watchmen are asleep on their posts, the lazy louts.
You are drawn from the hold by a strange sense. You feel as though you are expected on the deck and that you mustn't be late.
Upon emerging from the hold, you find that the deck is not as empty as you thought it would be. A huge conglomeration of large Pelicans is perched in a dense cluster near the bow. White feathers rustles and beaks clack as they wait for you to approach. It is almost a wonder that the ship doesn't capsize under the concentrated weight of so many seabirds. A few stragglers pinwheel above the ship with whispering wings.
"There you are Chef," croaks a familiar voice from among the massive flock. "How have you been?"
*Okay, see you later then.*
Thervan is now tied up on the deck.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Anyone here?
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*STOP LEAVING GIBBER AHHHHH*
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 large Pelican flaps over and prods him with his beak.