"Sure are a lot o' folks 'round these parts." Martin looks at the shops and vendors, tipping his hat politely when appropriate as he walks through the crowded markets.
“Not all good ones though.” Buttons lowers the brim of his hat to hide his face a little. “Feel free to stop on the way, I’ll wait up.”
*Any shops you guys are looking for? It doesn’t have to be your main thing, just a little extra thing.*
*rare inks*
*In that case,*
On the way to the center, the group passes by a small art shop. There are paintings, ink, quills, and most other things. The owners are a latino man and women. Buttons seems to recognize them.
“How much ink can a gal get for 75 gold?”
The man speaks in a friendly voice with a heavy accent. “For that? Two bottles of our finest, friend. With ten gold leftover!”
“How much ink is in a bottle?”
The man holds up one of his bottles, which are about the size of a normal beer bottle. “Plenty.”
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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.
Buttons calls out to Durza and Martin. “Would one o’ you two gentlemen mind goin and rentin a wagon? Here’s some gold.” He tosses them a bag filled with around 200 gp.
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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.
"Indeed it does. I ain't to good at sangin' but I sure can play a purty tune on a harmonica. Soothes the soul like nothin' else can. I take it you're a musician by trade?"
Durza chuckled at Martin's compliment. "Well, music has a way of bridgin' gaps, don't it? As for my trade, you've missed the head o' the nail. I'm a salesman by trade, peddlin' anything I can sell and a tale or two to sweeten the deal. But, like you, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, just in case those tuxedoed gentlemen decide they fancy a different kind of dance."
"So do I. I may not be a killer, but I sure can hold my own in a fight." He examines a nice ten gallon hat, "This place must be heaven fer a salesman like you."
"So do I. I may not be a killer, but I sure can hold my own in a fight." He examines a nice ten gallon hat, "This place must be heaven fer a salesman like you."
"Heaven indeed, Martin. In a place like this, the possibilities are as vast as the desert. A salesman's paradise, you might say. Folks from all walks lookin' for a bit of magic in a bottle or a tale to tickle their ears."
Buttons calls out to Durza and Martin. “Would one o’ you two gentlemen mind goin and rentin a wagon? Here’s some gold.” He tosses them a bag filled with around 200 gp.
"Ill go take care of renting a wagon if you keep an eye on those men."
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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
Lokk gestures to the gloves and footwear, spreading out his hands palms up, asking why Buttons would want any (As a lizardfolk with hard scales, he’s never needed any)
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I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
Lokk gestures to the gloves and footwear, spreading out his hands palms up, asking why Buttons would want any (As a lizardfolk with hard scales, he’s never needed any)
Buttons seems to get the idea. “Fer looks, I guess. Gotta keep my wardrobe plentiful.” Buttons does indeed seem to value his fashion. He’s currently examining some white leather boots. “There’s a nice set…”
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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.
"So do I. I may not be a killer, but I sure can hold my own in a fight." He examines a nice ten gallon hat, "This place must be heaven fer a salesman like you."
"Heaven indeed, Martin. In a place like this, the possibilities are as vast as the desert. A salesman's paradise, you might say. Folks from all walks lookin' for a bit of magic in a bottle or a tale to tickle their ears."
Buttons calls out to Durza and Martin. “Would one o’ you two gentlemen mind goin and rentin a wagon? Here’s some gold.” He tosses them a bag filled with around 200 gp.
"Ill go take care of renting a wagon if you keep an eye on those men."
"Alright." He goes over and buys some tobacco from a vendor, all the while keeping his eye on the strangers.
Except, just while conversing with Martin, the men blended into the crowd behind the pasty red tarps. Buttons is trying on some white boots with Lokk and Misa is buying ink.
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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.
For Durza, he finds the wagon renting shop a little closer to the entrance. The owner is a rugged old man with a tattered gray beard. When he spots Durza approaching he taps a sign next to him: “Wagons stay inside the Bazaar. 100 gold an hour.”
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.
Except, just while conversing with Martin, the men blended into the crowd behind the pasty red tarps. Buttons is trying on some white boots with Lokk and Misa is buying ink.
Martin looks through the crowd trying to catch sight of them again. Perception: 11
"Dadgummit. Where'd they go?" He pulls off the fancy waistcoat he was trying on and hangs it back up before quickly walking over to Button.
"Sure are a lot o' folks 'round these parts." Martin looks at the shops and vendors, tipping his hat politely when appropriate as he walks through the crowded markets.
“Not all good ones though.” Buttons lowers the brim of his hat to hide his face a little. “Feel free to stop on the way, I’ll wait up.”
*Any shops you guys are looking for? It doesn’t have to be your main thing, just a little extra thing.*
*rare inks*
*In that case,*
On the way to the center, the group passes by a small art shop. There are paintings, ink, quills, and most other things. The owners are a latino man and women. Buttons seems to recognize them.
“How much ink can a gal get for 75 gold?”
The man speaks in a friendly voice with a heavy accent. “For that? Two bottles of our finest, friend. With ten gold leftover!”
“How much ink is in a bottle?”
The man holds up one of his bottles, which are about the size of a normal beer bottle. “Plenty.”
“Pleasure doing business with you two.” She slides over sixty five gold.
Except, just while conversing with Martin, the men blended into the crowd behind the pasty red tarps. Buttons is trying on some white boots with Lokk and Misa is buying ink.
Martin looks through the crowd trying to catch sight of them again. Perception: 11
"Dadgummit. Where'd they go?" He pulls off the fancy waistcoat he was trying on and hangs it back up before quickly walking over to Button.
He’s pretty much completely lost sight of them, although judging from where they were before, they’re probably in the level that the party is on now. Buttons sees him coming. “Ready to keep goin? Found anythin ya like?”
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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.
*Gtg. Concert. I’ll be back in maybe 45 mins or smth*
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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.
Except, just while conversing with Martin, the men blended into the crowd behind the pasty red tarps. Buttons is trying on some white boots with Lokk and Misa is buying ink.
Martin looks through the crowd trying to catch sight of them again. Perception: 11
"Dadgummit. Where'd they go?" He pulls off the fancy waistcoat he was trying on and hangs it back up before quickly walking over to Button.
He’s pretty much completely lost sight of them, although judging from where they were before, they’re probably in the level that the party is on now. Buttons sees him coming. “Ready to keep goin? Found anythin ya like?”
"There are some mighty suspicious characters 'round here. I had my eye on 'em but they up and disappeared on me."
Jeremiah comes back from a weapons vendor he just visited, a smirk on his face as he fiddles with a new gun he's bought, inserting it in his mechanical arm, and proceeds to switch from metallic hand to long-range rifle, to the new gun, and back to the hand. It appears to be some kind of launcher, presumably for explosive material. He holds it up, saying, "whadaya think? She's a real beaut, ain't she?" He seems to see something he doesn't like, and quickly adjusts it with his tools. "There we go." He smiles wide, one of his teeth missing on the far left.
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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
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The man holds up one of his bottles, which are about the size of a normal beer bottle. “Plenty.”
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
Buttons calls out to Durza and Martin. “Would one o’ you two gentlemen mind goin and rentin a wagon? Here’s some gold.” He tosses them a bag filled with around 200 gp.
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
"So do I. I may not be a killer, but I sure can hold my own in a fight." He examines a nice ten gallon hat, "This place must be heaven fer a salesman like you."
"Heaven indeed, Martin. In a place like this, the possibilities are as vast as the desert. A salesman's paradise, you might say. Folks from all walks lookin' for a bit of magic in a bottle or a tale to tickle their ears."
"Ill go take care of renting a wagon if you keep an eye on those men."
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
Lokk gestures to the gloves and footwear, spreading out his hands palms up, asking why Buttons would want any (As a lizardfolk with hard scales, he’s never needed any)
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
Buttons seems to get the idea. “Fer looks, I guess. Gotta keep my wardrobe plentiful.” Buttons does indeed seem to value his fashion. He’s currently examining some white leather boots. “There’s a nice set…”
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
"Alright." He goes over and buys some tobacco from a vendor, all the while keeping his eye on the strangers.
Except, just while conversing with Martin, the men blended into the crowd behind the pasty red tarps. Buttons is trying on some white boots with Lokk and Misa is buying ink.
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
For Durza, he finds the wagon renting shop a little closer to the entrance. The owner is a rugged old man with a tattered gray beard. When he spots Durza approaching he taps a sign next to him: “Wagons stay inside the Bazaar. 100 gold an hour.”
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
Martin looks through the crowd trying to catch sight of them again. Perception: 11
"Dadgummit. Where'd they go?" He pulls off the fancy waistcoat he was trying on and hangs it back up before quickly walking over to Button.
“Pleasure doing business with you two.” She slides over sixty five gold.
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
He’s pretty much completely lost sight of them, although judging from where they were before, they’re probably in the level that the party is on now. Buttons sees him coming. “Ready to keep goin? Found anythin ya like?”
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
Lokk picks up a boot and stares down into it, looking confused
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Gtg. Concert. I’ll be back in maybe 45 mins or smth*
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
*yeah, I gtg for dinner, be back around the time Gradius is*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
"There are some mighty suspicious characters 'round here. I had my eye on 'em but they up and disappeared on me."
*Ready when Gradius is*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*DOA?*
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
*Yeah I’m there, Peter’s currently asleep unless someone knocks or tries to interact*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
Jeremiah comes back from a weapons vendor he just visited, a smirk on his face as he fiddles with a new gun he's bought, inserting it in his mechanical arm, and proceeds to switch from metallic hand to long-range rifle, to the new gun, and back to the hand. It appears to be some kind of launcher, presumably for explosive material. He holds it up, saying, "whadaya think? She's a real beaut, ain't she?" He seems to see something he doesn't like, and quickly adjusts it with his tools. "There we go." He smiles wide, one of his teeth missing on the far left.
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