In a subtle shift of the smoke's tendrils, Durza appears just out of the flickering flames light. With graceful ease, he settles onto the ground next to the fire, the glow illuminating the contours of his features with an otherworldly allure.
"Evenin', Sir," Durza greets, his voice carrying a soft resonance that harmonizes with the desert's nocturnal serenade. "Mind if I join you by the fire? Seems like the desert's secrets are ripe for unravelin' under this moonlit sky."
*Sorry, I didn't see this.*
Martin looks up from his can of beans and smiles, "I'd be honored to have the company. The desert night can feel awful lonesome out here, cain't it? I have plenty of food to share, would you like a portion?"
Martin looks up from his can of beans and smiles, "I'd be honored to have the company. The desert night can feel awful lonesome out here, cain't it? I have plenty of food to share, would you like a portion?"
Durza offers a nod of appreciation to the stranger by the fire, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Much obliged for the offer, Stranger. A meal shared under the stars is a rare pleasure indeed."
Taking a seat nearby, Durza watches the flickering flames with a quiet sense of contentment, the dance of firelight painting fleeting patterns across the desert sand. "Don't often cross paths with folks out here," he continues, his tone tinged with curiosity. "What brings you to this quiet corner of the world?"
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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
Martin looks up from his can of beans and smiles, "I'd be honored to have the company. The desert night can feel awful lonesome out here, cain't it? I have plenty of food to share, would you like a portion?"
Durza offers a nod of appreciation to the stranger by the fire, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Much obliged for the offer, Stranger. A meal shared under the stars is a rare pleasure indeed."
Taking a seat nearby, Durza watches the flickering flames with a quiet sense of contentment, the dance of firelight painting fleeting patterns across the desert sand. "Don't often cross paths with folks out here," he continues, his tone tinged with curiosity. "What brings you to this quiet corner of the world?"
He pulls a hard chunk of bread out and looks around for a flat surface to cut it on. He then grabs a cow patty and uses it as a cutting board to cut off a generous slice of bread and hands it to you. Then he cracks open another can of beans and sets it by the fire to cook. "I was born out here on this sun scorched land. I've been out a-wanderin' all over the world and I've found that I don't quite fit anywhere that ain't got no cactuses and rattlers. I'll allow the only shade I need can come from the wings of the buzzards overhead. I love this land for its peace and I love this land for its danger. I can't imagine bein' anywhere else."
He pulls a hard chunk of bread out and looks around for a flat surface to cut it on. He then grabs a cow patty and uses it as a cutting board to cut off a generous slice of bread and hands it to you. Then he cracks open another can of beans and sets it by the fire to cook. "I was born out here on this sun scorched land. I've been out a-wanderin' all over the world and I've found that I don't quite fit anywhere that ain't got no cactuses and rattlers. I'll allow the only shade I need can come from the wings of the buzzards overhead. I love this land for its peace and I love this land for its danger. I can't imagine bein' anywhere else."
Durza accepts the generous slice of bread with a nod of thanks, his eyes reflecting the firelight as he listens intently to Martin's words.
"A man after my own heart," Durza remarks, his voice carrying a quiet admiration. "There's a certain allure to this land, ain't there? It's got a way of seepin' into your bones, makin' you feel like you belong, even when the sun's beatin' down and the desert winds howl their lonesome song."
He gestures towards the sprawling desert expanse, its vastness stretching out before them like an endless canvas. "There's beauty in the danger, a harmony in the solitude," Durza muses, his gaze drifting towards the starlit sky. "It's a land that don't suffer fools lightly, but for those who embrace its wild heart, there's nothin' quite like it."
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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
Misa gets to the bottom and resumes her tiefling guise. “It’s kinda creepy down here.”
Down at the bottom, the strange nanotechnology of the robot seems to be pulling itself into some kind of glowing pod. Everyone else climbs or glides down one by one, and sees as it pulls itself in and it begins to reassemble. "Don't let it reform!" Cries Jeremiah, unloading explosive rounds into the pod.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
Misa gets to the bottom and resumes her tiefling guise. “It’s kinda creepy down here.”
Down at the bottom, the strange nanotechnology of the robot seems to be pulling itself into some kind of glowing pod. Everyone else climbs or glides down one by one, and sees as it pulls itself in and it begins to reassemble. "Don't let it reform!" Cries Jeremiah, unloading explosive rounds into the pod.
Buttons starts to open fire on the nanotechnology, unloading his guns almost completely.
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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.
Misa gets to the bottom and resumes her tiefling guise. “It’s kinda creepy down here.”
Down at the bottom, the strange nanotechnology of the robot seems to be pulling itself into some kind of glowing pod. Everyone else climbs or glides down one by one, and sees as it pulls itself in and it begins to reassemble. "Don't let it reform!" Cries Jeremiah, unloading explosive rounds into the pod.
Misa throws three bursts of arcane energy at the pod.
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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
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 pulls a hard chunk of bread out and looks around for a flat surface to cut it on. He then grabs a cow patty and uses it as a cutting board to cut off a generous slice of bread and hands it to you. Then he cracks open another can of beans and sets it by the fire to cook. "I was born out here on this sun scorched land. I've been out a-wanderin' all over the world and I've found that I don't quite fit anywhere that ain't got no cactuses and rattlers. I'll allow the only shade I need can come from the wings of the buzzards overhead. I love this land for its peace and I love this land for its danger. I can't imagine bein' anywhere else."
Durza accepts the generous slice of bread with a nod of thanks, his eyes reflecting the firelight as he listens intently to Martin's words.
"A man after my own heart," Durza remarks, his voice carrying a quiet admiration. "There's a certain allure to this land, ain't there? It's got a way of seepin' into your bones, makin' you feel like you belong, even when the sun's beatin' down and the desert winds howl their lonesome song."
He gestures towards the sprawling desert expanse, its vastness stretching out before them like an endless canvas. "There's beauty in the danger, a harmony in the solitude," Durza muses, his gaze drifting towards the starlit sky. "It's a land that don't suffer fools lightly, but for those who embrace its wild heart, there's nothin' quite like it."
*Sorry about disappearing. I am willing to continue this interaction if you're still interested.*
"You're right 'bout that. Ain't no place more honest than this here desert. The sun's a tree-mendous ball o' fire that blasts the earth with its heat. The cool rivers and soft moss of the north lies to us 'bout that, but the desert sure don't. Life is hard and painful and the desert don't hide that. Life's purty too, and the desert don't hide that neither."
*Sorry about disappearing. I am willing to continue this interaction if you're still interested.*
"You're right 'bout that. Ain't no place more honest than this here desert. The sun's a tree-mendous ball o' fire that blasts the earth with its heat. The cool rivers and soft moss of the north lies to us 'bout that, but the desert sure don't. Life is hard and painful and the desert don't hide that. Life's purty too, and the desert don't hide that neither."
Durza nods in solemn agreement, the firelight casting shadows across his face. "You speak true, Martin. The desert ain't one to sugarcoat the truth. It lays bare the raw essence of life, both its hardships and its wonders, with an unflinching honesty that commands respect." With a thoughtful expression on his face, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a worn leather-bound journal. He then turns to a page marked by the faint impression of a pressed desert flower.
Clearing his throat, Durza begins to recite the words of a poem penned by a past friend:
"In the heart of the desert, where the sands stretch to eternity, Lies the essence of life, in its purest simplicity. Beneath the blazing sun, where the winds whisper secrets untold, Lies the beauty of the desert, in its mysteries manifold.
Amidst the dunes of time, where the past and future entwine, Lies the wisdom of the ages, in the sands of time divine. In the silence of the night, where the stars illuminate the sky, Lies the solace of the desert, in its quiet lullaby.
So let us heed the call, of the desert's timeless song, And wander through its vast expanse, where we truly belong. For in the heart of the desert, where the spirits roam free, Lies the essence of life, in its eternal mystery."
As the final words of the poem fade into the desert night, Durza looks to Martin with a gentle smile, the firelight dancing in his eyes. "A timeless tribute to the boundless beauty of the desert. May its wisdom guide us on our journey, now and forevermore."
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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
*Sorry about disappearing. I am willing to continue this interaction if you're still interested.*
"You're right 'bout that. Ain't no place more honest than this here desert. The sun's a tree-mendous ball o' fire that blasts the earth with its heat. The cool rivers and soft moss of the north lies to us 'bout that, but the desert sure don't. Life is hard and painful and the desert don't hide that. Life's purty too, and the desert don't hide that neither."
Durza nods in solemn agreement, the firelight casting shadows across his face. "You speak true, Martin. The desert ain't one to sugarcoat the truth. It lays bare the raw essence of life, both its hardships and its wonders, with an unflinching honesty that commands respect." With a thoughtful expression on his face, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a worn leather-bound journal. He then turns to a page marked by the faint impression of a pressed desert flower.
Clearing his throat, Durza begins to recite the words of a poem penned by a past friend:
"In the heart of the desert, where the sands stretch to eternity, Lies the essence of life, in its purest simplicity. Beneath the blazing sun, where the winds whisper secrets untold, Lies the beauty of the desert, in its mysteries manifold.
Amidst the dunes of time, where the past and future entwine, Lies the wisdom of the ages, in the sands of time divine. In the silence of the night, where the stars illuminate the sky, Lies the solace of the desert, in its quiet lullaby.
So let us heed the call, of the desert's timeless song, And wander through its vast expanse, where we truly belong. For in the heart of the desert, where the spirits roam free, Lies the essence of life, in its eternal mystery."
As the final words of the poem fade into the desert night, Durza looks to Martin with a gentle smile, the firelight dancing in his eyes. "A timeless tribute to the boundless beauty of the desert. May its wisdom guide us on our journey, now and forevermore."
He waits a few moments after you finish reading and lets a low whistle escape from under his mustache. "That sure were purty. I ain't got no talent with words but even I could tell that was some mighty fine writing. Where'd that pearl come from?"
He waits a few moments after you finish reading and lets a low whistle escape from under his mustache. "That sure were purty. I ain't got no talent with words but even I could tell that was some mighty fine writing. Where'd that pearl come from?"
Durza chuckles softly at Martin's compliment. "Well, Martin, I can't rightly take credit for the words themselves," he admits with a humble grin. "That there's a poem penned by an old man I found dying a long time ago."
Leaning back against a nearby rock, Durza gestures towards the vast expanse of desert surrounding them, the moon casting its ethereal glow upon the landscape. "But I reckon the true beauty lies not just in the words themselves, but in the way they speak to the soul of the desert. There's somethin' about this land that inspires poetry in even the most unlikely of hearts."
With a twinkle in his eye, Durza reaches into a pocket in his jacket and retrieves two small flasks of whiskey, offering one to Martin with a grin. "So here's to the poets and the dreamers, the wanderers and the wise," he declares, raising his own flask in a silent toast. "May their words light the way through even the darkest of nights, and may the desert always be our muse."
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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
Misa gets to the bottom and resumes her tiefling guise. “It’s kinda creepy down here.”
Down at the bottom, the strange nanotechnology of the robot seems to be pulling itself into some kind of glowing pod. Everyone else climbs or glides down one by one, and sees as it pulls itself in and it begins to reassemble. "Don't let it reform!" Cries Jeremiah, unloading explosive rounds into the pod.
Misa throws three bursts of arcane energy at the pod.
Draken fires two rounds into the thingamabob.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
*Thread necromancy birthday bump/Just for people to see the premise of this thread. Selia check out the op.*
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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.
*Thread necromancy birthday bump/Just for people to see the premise of this thread. Selia check out the op.*
*seems cool*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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“Don’t have much of a story, but I come from a goblin clan that does not hold innovation highly. I was banished. Came to Buttons.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Sorry, I didn't see this.*
Martin looks up from his can of beans and smiles, "I'd be honored to have the company. The desert night can feel awful lonesome out here, cain't it? I have plenty of food to share, would you like a portion?"
Misa gets to the bottom and resumes her tiefling guise. “It’s kinda creepy down here.”
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
Durza offers a nod of appreciation to the stranger by the fire, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Much obliged for the offer, Stranger. A meal shared under the stars is a rare pleasure indeed."
Taking a seat nearby, Durza watches the flickering flames with a quiet sense of contentment, the dance of firelight painting fleeting patterns across the desert sand. "Don't often cross paths with folks out here," he continues, his tone tinged with curiosity. "What brings you to this quiet corner of the world?"
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
He pulls a hard chunk of bread out and looks around for a flat surface to cut it on. He then grabs a cow patty and uses it as a cutting board to cut off a generous slice of bread and hands it to you. Then he cracks open another can of beans and sets it by the fire to cook. "I was born out here on this sun scorched land. I've been out a-wanderin' all over the world and I've found that I don't quite fit anywhere that ain't got no cactuses and rattlers. I'll allow the only shade I need can come from the wings of the buzzards overhead. I love this land for its peace and I love this land for its danger. I can't imagine bein' anywhere else."
Durza accepts the generous slice of bread with a nod of thanks, his eyes reflecting the firelight as he listens intently to Martin's words.
"A man after my own heart," Durza remarks, his voice carrying a quiet admiration. "There's a certain allure to this land, ain't there? It's got a way of seepin' into your bones, makin' you feel like you belong, even when the sun's beatin' down and the desert winds howl their lonesome song."
He gestures towards the sprawling desert expanse, its vastness stretching out before them like an endless canvas. "There's beauty in the danger, a harmony in the solitude," Durza muses, his gaze drifting towards the starlit sky. "It's a land that don't suffer fools lightly, but for those who embrace its wild heart, there's nothin' quite like it."
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
'Well that just means your story is yet to come my friend, and I have a feeling your's is going to be a good one."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Down at the bottom, the strange nanotechnology of the robot seems to be pulling itself into some kind of glowing pod. Everyone else climbs or glides down one by one, and sees as it pulls itself in and it begins to reassemble. "Don't let it reform!" Cries Jeremiah, unloading explosive rounds into the pod.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
Buttons starts to open fire on the nanotechnology, unloading his guns almost completely.
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
Misa throws three bursts of arcane energy at the pod.
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
“Should I go down after Misa?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*carso said everybody went down one at a time*
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
*Sorry about disappearing. I am willing to continue this interaction if you're still interested.*
"You're right 'bout that. Ain't no place more honest than this here desert. The sun's a tree-mendous ball o' fire that blasts the earth with its heat. The cool rivers and soft moss of the north lies to us 'bout that, but the desert sure don't. Life is hard and painful and the desert don't hide that. Life's purty too, and the desert don't hide that neither."
Durza nods in solemn agreement, the firelight casting shadows across his face. "You speak true, Martin. The desert ain't one to sugarcoat the truth. It lays bare the raw essence of life, both its hardships and its wonders, with an unflinching honesty that commands respect." With a thoughtful expression on his face, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a worn leather-bound journal. He then turns to a page marked by the faint impression of a pressed desert flower.
Clearing his throat, Durza begins to recite the words of a poem penned by a past friend:
"In the heart of the desert, where the sands stretch to eternity, Lies the essence of life, in its purest simplicity. Beneath the blazing sun, where the winds whisper secrets untold, Lies the beauty of the desert, in its mysteries manifold.
Amidst the dunes of time, where the past and future entwine, Lies the wisdom of the ages, in the sands of time divine. In the silence of the night, where the stars illuminate the sky, Lies the solace of the desert, in its quiet lullaby.
So let us heed the call, of the desert's timeless song, And wander through its vast expanse, where we truly belong. For in the heart of the desert, where the spirits roam free, Lies the essence of life, in its eternal mystery."
As the final words of the poem fade into the desert night, Durza looks to Martin with a gentle smile, the firelight dancing in his eyes. "A timeless tribute to the boundless beauty of the desert. May its wisdom guide us on our journey, now and forevermore."
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
He waits a few moments after you finish reading and lets a low whistle escape from under his mustache. "That sure were purty. I ain't got no talent with words but even I could tell that was some mighty fine writing. Where'd that pearl come from?"
Durza chuckles softly at Martin's compliment. "Well, Martin, I can't rightly take credit for the words themselves," he admits with a humble grin. "That there's a poem penned by an old man I found dying a long time ago."
Leaning back against a nearby rock, Durza gestures towards the vast expanse of desert surrounding them, the moon casting its ethereal glow upon the landscape. "But I reckon the true beauty lies not just in the words themselves, but in the way they speak to the soul of the desert. There's somethin' about this land that inspires poetry in even the most unlikely of hearts."
With a twinkle in his eye, Durza reaches into a pocket in his jacket and retrieves two small flasks of whiskey, offering one to Martin with a grin. "So here's to the poets and the dreamers, the wanderers and the wise," he declares, raising his own flask in a silent toast. "May their words light the way through even the darkest of nights, and may the desert always be our muse."
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
*whistles*
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
Draken fires two rounds into the thingamabob.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Thread necromancy birthday bump/Just for people to see the premise of this thread. Selia check out the op.*
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
*seems cool*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”