A tall plasmoid walks into the Whalebone Inn, stooping its head underneath the doorframe. It walks up to the bar and says the bartender, "Got any rooms?"
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I heard life is what passes when you're too busy living.
A tall plasmoid walks into the Whalebone Inn, stooping its head underneath the doorframe. It walks up to the bar and says the bartender, "Got any rooms?"
A man sitting beside you looks up from his cocktail. He is wearing a fedora and a nice zoot suit with high waisted pants held up by suspenders. "Well how do you do?"
A tall plasmoid walks into the Whalebone Inn, stooping its head underneath the doorframe. It walks up to the bar and says the bartender, "Got any rooms?"
The eight-armed creature nods. He reaches under the counter, his handsome mask deforming against the bar as it does so. When he rises back up, he holds a small key. "Suite 13, my good sir." He holds it out with his long, long arms. "Comes with the voyage."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A tall plasmoid walks into the Whalebone Inn, stooping its head underneath the doorframe. It walks up to the bar and says the bartender, "Got any rooms?"
The eight-armed creature nods. He reaches under the counter, his handsome mask deforming against the bar as it does so. When he rises back up, he holds a small key. "Suite 13, my good sir." He holds it out with his long, long arms. "Comes with the voyage."
"Thank you." The plasmoid reaches an also noticeably long arm and grabs the key. "This sure is an interesting boat."
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I heard life is what passes when you're too busy living.
A tall plasmoid walks into the Whalebone Inn, stooping its head underneath the doorframe. It walks up to the bar and says the bartender, "Got any rooms?"
The eight-armed creature nods. He reaches under the counter, his handsome mask deforming against the bar as it does so. When he rises back up, he holds a small key. "Suite 13, my good sir." He holds it out with his long, long arms. "Comes with the voyage."
"Thank you." The plasmoid reaches an also noticeably long arm and grabs the key. "This sure is an interesting boat."
"It's the most technologically and magically advanced ship on this Mocking Earth, my good sir. I'm glad we've grasped your interest."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sergei is sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
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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 sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
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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 sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
“Aye, that’s me.” Nathan orders a glass of Orange Juice. “You know, Sergei, you seem like a decent person. Would you mind listening to my troubles for a bit? I need advice.”
Sergei is sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
“Aye, that’s me.” Nathan orders a glass of Orange Juice. “You know, Sergei, you seem like a decent person. Would you mind listening to my troubles for a bit? I need advice.”
“Oh, not at all. Go ahead, you’ll find I’m quite the listener.” Sergei is definitely taken aback by the intimidating pirate asking for advice.
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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 sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
“Aye, that’s me.” Nathan orders a glass of Orange Juice. “You know, Sergei, you seem like a decent person. Would you mind listening to my troubles for a bit? I need advice.”
“Oh, not at all. Go ahead, you’ll find I’m quite the listener.” Sergei is definitely taken aback by the intimidating pirate asking for advice.
He smiles, a little uneasily. “Excellent. You’re aware of who I work for, right? Perhaps I should say worked for; I haven’t seen my employers in almost six months.”
Sergei is sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
“Aye, that’s me.” Nathan orders a glass of Orange Juice. “You know, Sergei, you seem like a decent person. Would you mind listening to my troubles for a bit? I need advice.”
“Oh, not at all. Go ahead, you’ll find I’m quite the listener.” Sergei is definitely taken aback by the intimidating pirate asking for advice.
He smiles, a little uneasily. “Excellent. You’re aware of who I work for, right? Perhaps I should say worked for; I haven’t seen my employers in almost six months.”
“I’m actually not…I suppose either the Notched Blades, or the Empire would be my guess.”
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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 sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
“Aye, that’s me.” Nathan orders a glass of Orange Juice. “You know, Sergei, you seem like a decent person. Would you mind listening to my troubles for a bit? I need advice.”
“Oh, not at all. Go ahead, you’ll find I’m quite the listener.” Sergei is definitely taken aback by the intimidating pirate asking for advice.
He smiles, a little uneasily. “Excellent. You’re aware of who I work for, right? Perhaps I should say worked for; I haven’t seen my employers in almost six months.”
“I’m actually not…I suppose either the Notched Blades, or the Empire would be my guess.”
“The ‘Notched Blades’, as you call them, are little more than a few tiring miscreants. Their leader is entirely incompetent, and their connections are nearly nonexistent. A pathetic bunch of scoundrels, if I do say so myself.”
In spite of his light tone, Nathan looks troubled. “No, dear Sergei, I work for the Empire. I have for all of my life, in fact. It suppose one could say it’s the family business.”
Sergei is sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
“Aye, that’s me.” Nathan orders a glass of Orange Juice. “You know, Sergei, you seem like a decent person. Would you mind listening to my troubles for a bit? I need advice.”
“Oh, not at all. Go ahead, you’ll find I’m quite the listener.” Sergei is definitely taken aback by the intimidating pirate asking for advice.
He smiles, a little uneasily. “Excellent. You’re aware of who I work for, right? Perhaps I should say worked for; I haven’t seen my employers in almost six months.”
“I’m actually not…I suppose either the Notched Blades, or the Empire would be my guess.”
“The ‘Notched Blades’, as you call them, are little more than a few tiring miscreants. Their leader is entirely incompetent, and their connections are nearly nonexistent. A pathetic bunch of scoundrels, if I do say so myself.”
In spite of his light tone, Nathan looks troubled. “No, dear Sergei, I work for the Empire. I have for all of my life, in fact. It suppose one could say it’s the family business.”
“I see. I have really no problems with the Empire at the moment, although an Empire isn’t the most effective system of government.”
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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 see. I have really no problems with the Empire at the moment, although an Empire isn’t the most effective system of government.”
“Aye. I’ve followed them all my life without questioning their strategies, and I’ve begun to realize, well . . . they don’t care about me. None of my crew did. They didn’t respect me for who I was, they were just scared of my mother.” Nathan looks upset. “I’m starting to wonder if they left me behind on purpose. I hadn’t considered it before, but my time on this ship has opened my eyes.”
*Yay Paco!*
The verbal component is fine, but Nueve’s symbols are sloppy. Nathan shakes his head in disapproval. “Try again.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
A tall plasmoid walks into the Whalebone Inn, stooping its head underneath the doorframe. It walks up to the bar and says the bartender, "Got any rooms?"
I heard life is what passes when you're too busy living.
A man sitting beside you looks up from his cocktail. He is wearing a fedora and a nice zoot suit with high waisted pants held up by suspenders. "Well how do you do?"
"Just grateful to be living. How about yourself?" The plasmoid takes a seat on a stool as he says this.
I heard life is what passes when you're too busy living.
The eight-armed creature nods. He reaches under the counter, his handsome mask deforming against the bar as it does so. When he rises back up, he holds a small key. "Suite 13, my good sir." He holds it out with his long, long arms. "Comes with the voyage."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you." The plasmoid reaches an also noticeably long arm and grabs the key. "This sure is an interesting boat."
I heard life is what passes when you're too busy living.
"It's the most technologically and magically advanced ship on this Mocking Earth, my good sir. I'm glad we've grasped your interest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He grins, "Couldn't have put it better myself! I've got breath in my lungs, strength in my bones, and whiskey in my belly. Ain't life grand?"
Nueve steadies his eyestalks and tries again. 18
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
This time the sigils are inscribed perfectly. Nathan grins. “Well done, Neuve. You’ve got it down. Now give the spell a try, preferably not on me.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Sergei is sitting at a table, sipping some pineapple soda and reading a book on Chronurgy.
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
Nathan approaches Sergei and sits beside him. “Hey there. It’s Sergei, right? You’re the college kid?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Sergei looks a little surprised. “Yes. That’s me. You’re Nathan, correct?”
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
“Aye, that’s me.” Nathan orders a glass of Orange Juice. “You know, Sergei, you seem like a decent person. Would you mind listening to my troubles for a bit? I need advice.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Oh, not at all. Go ahead, you’ll find I’m quite the listener.” Sergei is definitely taken aback by the intimidating pirate asking for advice.
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 smiles, a little uneasily. “Excellent. You’re aware of who I work for, right? Perhaps I should say worked for; I haven’t seen my employers in almost six months.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“I’m actually not…I suppose either the Notched Blades, or the Empire would be my guess.”
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 ‘Notched Blades’, as you call them, are little more than a few tiring miscreants. Their leader is entirely incompetent, and their connections are nearly nonexistent. A pathetic bunch of scoundrels, if I do say so myself.”
In spite of his light tone, Nathan looks troubled. “No, dear Sergei, I work for the Empire. I have for all of my life, in fact. It suppose one could say it’s the family business.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“I see. I have really no problems with the Empire at the moment, although an Empire isn’t the most effective system of government.”
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
“Aye. I’ve followed them all my life without questioning their strategies, and I’ve begun to realize, well . . . they don’t care about me. None of my crew did. They didn’t respect me for who I was, they were just scared of my mother.” Nathan looks upset. “I’m starting to wonder if they left me behind on purpose. I hadn’t considered it before, but my time on this ship has opened my eyes.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis