Sergei has emerged from his doctor’s office for the first time in several months (as far as the crew knows). He wears a crimson poncho over his torso with heavy-duty boots and pants over his legs. What used to be stubble has grown into very full facial hair, yet sill kept neat and clean. Sergei’s silver hair seems to have not grown an inch over this long period of time, still falling down to his ears.
As he steps out of his office, he tied his hair into a man-bun and used a small bronze gear to hold it in place. He walks to the bow of the ship and produces a small and odd monocle-looking tool with an odd design and a cross hair across the glass. He holds it up to his eye and starts scanning the horizon.
In the water below the horizon, he sees the familiar shapes of the Kuo Toa larva and its cult, having followed the ship for a long time at this point. The larva, easily over a hundred feet long, raises just its crab-like head above the water, it’s six eyes all focused on Sergei.
Sergei lowers the monocle and rests his arm on his knee. “Well, if it isn’t the old God Larva! Still tagging along with the Barnacle, hm? How have you been since that time you took control over my will? No grudges, of course.” He chuckles.
It tilts its head and lets out a high pitched, foamy sort of scratching, squeaking noise. unfortunately, the godspark i search so desperately for evaded me still.
He nods. “What a shame. What happened to Xi and his soul while I was doing my work?”
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
Sergei has emerged from his doctor’s office for the first time in several months (as far as the crew knows). He wears a crimson poncho over his torso with heavy-duty boots and pants over his legs. What used to be stubble has grown into very full facial hair, yet sill kept neat and clean. Sergei’s silver hair seems to have not grown an inch over this long period of time, still falling down to his ears.
As he steps out of his office, he tied his hair into a man-bun and used a small bronze gear to hold it in place. He walks to the bow of the ship and produces a small and odd monocle-looking tool with an odd design and a cross hair across the glass. He holds it up to his eye and starts scanning the horizon.
In the water below the horizon, he sees the familiar shapes of the Kuo Toa larva and its cult, having followed the ship for a long time at this point. The larva, easily over a hundred feet long, raises just its crab-like head above the water, it’s six eyes all focused on Sergei.
Sergei lowers the monocle and rests his arm on his knee. “Well, if it isn’t the old God Larva! Still tagging along with the Barnacle, hm? How have you been since that time you took control over my will? No grudges, of course.” He chuckles.
It tilts its head and lets out a high pitched, foamy sort of scratching, squeaking noise. unfortunately, the godspark i search so desperately for evaded me still.
He nods. “What a shame. What happened to Xi and his soul while I was doing my work?”
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
“Well, you and me both then.” He swings down so he is seated on the edge of the ship with his feet dangling off. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked this, but do you have any name besides just ‘The Larva’ that you go by?”
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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 has emerged from his doctor’s office for the first time in several months (as far as the crew knows). He wears a crimson poncho over his torso with heavy-duty boots and pants over his legs. What used to be stubble has grown into very full facial hair, yet sill kept neat and clean. Sergei’s silver hair seems to have not grown an inch over this long period of time, still falling down to his ears.
As he steps out of his office, he tied his hair into a man-bun and used a small bronze gear to hold it in place. He walks to the bow of the ship and produces a small and odd monocle-looking tool with an odd design and a cross hair across the glass. He holds it up to his eye and starts scanning the horizon.
In the water below the horizon, he sees the familiar shapes of the Kuo Toa larva and its cult, having followed the ship for a long time at this point. The larva, easily over a hundred feet long, raises just its crab-like head above the water, it’s six eyes all focused on Sergei.
Sergei lowers the monocle and rests his arm on his knee. “Well, if it isn’t the old God Larva! Still tagging along with the Barnacle, hm? How have you been since that time you took control over my will? No grudges, of course.” He chuckles.
It tilts its head and lets out a high pitched, foamy sort of scratching, squeaking noise. unfortunately, the godspark i search so desperately for evaded me still.
He nods. “What a shame. What happened to Xi and his soul while I was doing my work?”
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
“Well, you and me both then.” He swings down so he is seated on the edge of the ship with his feet dangling off. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked this, but do you have any name besides just ‘The Larva’ that you go by?”
It screeches followed by a series of clicks and chatters. that is what I am called by my following. In the common tongue it roughly translates to Eater of Pearls.
Sergei has emerged from his doctor’s office for the first time in several months (as far as the crew knows). He wears a crimson poncho over his torso with heavy-duty boots and pants over his legs. What used to be stubble has grown into very full facial hair, yet sill kept neat and clean. Sergei’s silver hair seems to have not grown an inch over this long period of time, still falling down to his ears.
As he steps out of his office, he tied his hair into a man-bun and used a small bronze gear to hold it in place. He walks to the bow of the ship and produces a small and odd monocle-looking tool with an odd design and a cross hair across the glass. He holds it up to his eye and starts scanning the horizon.
In the water below the horizon, he sees the familiar shapes of the Kuo Toa larva and its cult, having followed the ship for a long time at this point. The larva, easily over a hundred feet long, raises just its crab-like head above the water, it’s six eyes all focused on Sergei.
Sergei lowers the monocle and rests his arm on his knee. “Well, if it isn’t the old God Larva! Still tagging along with the Barnacle, hm? How have you been since that time you took control over my will? No grudges, of course.” He chuckles.
It tilts its head and lets out a high pitched, foamy sort of scratching, squeaking noise. unfortunately, the godspark i search so desperately for evaded me still.
He nods. “What a shame. What happened to Xi and his soul while I was doing my work?”
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
“Well, you and me both then.” He swings down so he is seated on the edge of the ship with his feet dangling off. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked this, but do you have any name besides just ‘The Larva’ that you go by?”
It screeches followed by a series of clicks and chatters. that is what I am called by my following. In the common tongue it roughly translates to Eater of Pearls.
“Huh. Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. May I call you Eater?”
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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 has emerged from his doctor’s office for the first time in several months (as far as the crew knows). He wears a crimson poncho over his torso with heavy-duty boots and pants over his legs. What used to be stubble has grown into very full facial hair, yet sill kept neat and clean. Sergei’s silver hair seems to have not grown an inch over this long period of time, still falling down to his ears.
As he steps out of his office, he tied his hair into a man-bun and used a small bronze gear to hold it in place. He walks to the bow of the ship and produces a small and odd monocle-looking tool with an odd design and a cross hair across the glass. He holds it up to his eye and starts scanning the horizon.
In the water below the horizon, he sees the familiar shapes of the Kuo Toa larva and its cult, having followed the ship for a long time at this point. The larva, easily over a hundred feet long, raises just its crab-like head above the water, it’s six eyes all focused on Sergei.
Sergei lowers the monocle and rests his arm on his knee. “Well, if it isn’t the old God Larva! Still tagging along with the Barnacle, hm? How have you been since that time you took control over my will? No grudges, of course.” He chuckles.
It tilts its head and lets out a high pitched, foamy sort of scratching, squeaking noise. unfortunately, the godspark i search so desperately for evaded me still.
He nods. “What a shame. What happened to Xi and his soul while I was doing my work?”
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
“Well, you and me both then.” He swings down so he is seated on the edge of the ship with his feet dangling off. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked this, but do you have any name besides just ‘The Larva’ that you go by?”
It screeches followed by a series of clicks and chatters. that is what I am called by my following. In the common tongue it roughly translates to Eater of Pearls.
“Huh. Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. May I call you Eater?”
Based on my current understanding of common, that is a strange name, but it shall suffice.
Sergei has emerged from his doctor’s office for the first time in several months (as far as the crew knows). He wears a crimson poncho over his torso with heavy-duty boots and pants over his legs. What used to be stubble has grown into very full facial hair, yet sill kept neat and clean. Sergei’s silver hair seems to have not grown an inch over this long period of time, still falling down to his ears.
As he steps out of his office, he tied his hair into a man-bun and used a small bronze gear to hold it in place. He walks to the bow of the ship and produces a small and odd monocle-looking tool with an odd design and a cross hair across the glass. He holds it up to his eye and starts scanning the horizon.
In the water below the horizon, he sees the familiar shapes of the Kuo Toa larva and its cult, having followed the ship for a long time at this point. The larva, easily over a hundred feet long, raises just its crab-like head above the water, it’s six eyes all focused on Sergei.
Sergei lowers the monocle and rests his arm on his knee. “Well, if it isn’t the old God Larva! Still tagging along with the Barnacle, hm? How have you been since that time you took control over my will? No grudges, of course.” He chuckles.
It tilts its head and lets out a high pitched, foamy sort of scratching, squeaking noise. unfortunately, the godspark i search so desperately for evaded me still.
He nods. “What a shame. What happened to Xi and his soul while I was doing my work?”
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
“Well, you and me both then.” He swings down so he is seated on the edge of the ship with his feet dangling off. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked this, but do you have any name besides just ‘The Larva’ that you go by?”
It screeches followed by a series of clicks and chatters. that is what I am called by my following. In the common tongue it roughly translates to Eater of Pearls.
“Huh. Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. May I call you Eater?”
Based on my current understanding of common, that is a strange name, but it shall suffice.
“Well my surname is Starman, which is also a strange name. Tell me, do you eat lots of pearls? That seems to be implied by your title, but it could also merely by an assumption by your followers.”
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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 has emerged from his doctor’s office for the first time in several months (as far as the crew knows). He wears a crimson poncho over his torso with heavy-duty boots and pants over his legs. What used to be stubble has grown into very full facial hair, yet sill kept neat and clean. Sergei’s silver hair seems to have not grown an inch over this long period of time, still falling down to his ears.
As he steps out of his office, he tied his hair into a man-bun and used a small bronze gear to hold it in place. He walks to the bow of the ship and produces a small and odd monocle-looking tool with an odd design and a cross hair across the glass. He holds it up to his eye and starts scanning the horizon.
In the water below the horizon, he sees the familiar shapes of the Kuo Toa larva and its cult, having followed the ship for a long time at this point. The larva, easily over a hundred feet long, raises just its crab-like head above the water, it’s six eyes all focused on Sergei.
Sergei lowers the monocle and rests his arm on his knee. “Well, if it isn’t the old God Larva! Still tagging along with the Barnacle, hm? How have you been since that time you took control over my will? No grudges, of course.” He chuckles.
It tilts its head and lets out a high pitched, foamy sort of scratching, squeaking noise. unfortunately, the godspark i search so desperately for evaded me still.
He nods. “What a shame. What happened to Xi and his soul while I was doing my work?”
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
“Well, you and me both then.” He swings down so he is seated on the edge of the ship with his feet dangling off. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked this, but do you have any name besides just ‘The Larva’ that you go by?”
It screeches followed by a series of clicks and chatters. that is what I am called by my following. In the common tongue it roughly translates to Eater of Pearls.
“Huh. Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. May I call you Eater?”
Based on my current understanding of common, that is a strange name, but it shall suffice.
“Well my surname is Starman, which is also a strange name. Tell me, do you eat lots of pearls? That seems to be implied by your title, but it could also merely by an assumption by your followers.”
It’s complicated... the name, Eater of Pearls, is the most common translation and what sailors and seafarers in the regions I’ve traveled to in the few years of my existence know me as, but the most accurate name to my nature would be, ‘pearl spitter,’. Unfortunately, it was mixed up in translation. It rises it’s head above the water and deposits a single pearl, the size of a coin, flawless and a shiny, bright white, right next to Sergei.
Sergei’s eyes twinkle as he picks up the pearl and examines it. “Do you create these like a common oyster, or are they summoned? Perhaps just stored?”
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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’s eyes twinkle as he picks up the pearl and examines it. “Do you create these like a common oyster, or are they summoned? Perhaps just stored?”
It’s… similar to that of an oyster, but more refined, and there is a modicum of magic involved due to my nature. I can do it at will, but it takes a while for one to form. At a much accelerated rate to those of oysters, though. That took twelve hours to form, and I’ve stored it within myself for a month now.
Sergei’s eyes twinkle as he picks up the pearl and examines it. “Do you create these like a common oyster, or are they summoned? Perhaps just stored?”
It’s… similar to that of an oyster, but more refined, and there is a modicum of magic involved due to my nature. I can do it at will, but it takes a while for one to form. At a much accelerated rate to those of oysters, though. That took twelve hours to form, and I’ve stored it within myself for a month now.
“Very interesting. Well, I’ll be able to sell this one for a nice price and maybe buy some new boots, so I thank you for that.”
*Ive gtg for the night :( It’s 2 am where I am haha. I’ll continue brainstorming for the thread in my dreams and send you some ideas tomorrow.*
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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.
I am not entirely sure… I was deep below the surface in a meditative state for quite a while and had lost track of time.
“Well, you and me both then.” He swings down so he is seated on the edge of the ship with his feet dangling off. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked this, but do you have any name besides just ‘The Larva’ that you go by?”
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 screeches followed by a series of clicks and chatters. that is what I am called by my following. In the common tongue it roughly translates to Eater of Pearls.
“Huh. Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. May I call you Eater?”
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.
Based on my current understanding of common, that is a strange name, but it shall suffice.
“Well my surname is Starman, which is also a strange name. Tell me, do you eat lots of pearls? That seems to be implied by your title, but it could also merely by an assumption by your followers.”
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’s complicated... the name, Eater of Pearls, is the most common translation and what sailors and seafarers in the regions I’ve traveled to in the few years of my existence know me as, but the most accurate name to my nature would be, ‘pearl spitter,’. Unfortunately, it was mixed up in translation. It rises it’s head above the water and deposits a single pearl, the size of a coin, flawless and a shiny, bright white, right next to Sergei.
*cut*
Sergei’s eyes twinkle as he picks up the pearl and examines it. “Do you create these like a common oyster, or are they summoned? Perhaps just stored?”
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’s… similar to that of an oyster, but more refined, and there is a modicum of magic involved due to my nature. I can do it at will, but it takes a while for one to form. At a much accelerated rate to those of oysters, though. That took twelve hours to form, and I’ve stored it within myself for a month now.
“Very interesting. Well, I’ll be able to sell this one for a nice price and maybe buy some new boots, so I thank you for that.”
*Ive gtg for the night :( It’s 2 am where I am haha. I’ll continue brainstorming for the thread in my dreams and send you some ideas tomorrow.*
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 night!*
*Grad’s back?*
Can i join this?
Fan of LOTR, star wars, and obvi dnd. I love eberron and spelljammer. PM me the word avocado.
sure
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