"Volstadt the Pitmaster and... well, most only know the names of three of the vice-chefs, so it would be unfair for me to tell you the other one, wouldn't it?"
He stifles a smirk. He doesn't seem to be messing with her, just secretive.
She chuckles "I suppose." she shrugs. "When are you gonna pack up and head to the next place?"
"I was thinking tomorrow. What do you think about that?"
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
The orange is walking around the tavern, brandishing it’s missiles at anything that makes it nervous.
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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.
"Volstadt the Pitmaster and... well, most only know the names of three of the vice-chefs, so it would be unfair for me to tell you the other one, wouldn't it?"
He stifles a smirk. He doesn't seem to be messing with her, just secretive.
She chuckles "I suppose." she shrugs. "When are you gonna pack up and head to the next place?"
"I was thinking tomorrow. What do you think about that?"
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
He smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
"Volstadt the Pitmaster and... well, most only know the names of three of the vice-chefs, so it would be unfair for me to tell you the other one, wouldn't it?"
He stifles a smirk. He doesn't seem to be messing with her, just secretive.
She chuckles "I suppose." she shrugs. "When are you gonna pack up and head to the next place?"
"I was thinking tomorrow. What do you think about that?"
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
He smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
The orange is walking around the tavern, brandishing it’s missiles at anything that makes it nervous.
"Please don't do that. Threatening patrons is not very nice."
“I’m defending myself, pal. I’m a weapon of war. It’s in my nature.”
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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.
He smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
"How do you plan we do that?" She asked.
"I just gotta talk with it. It won't be pleasant, though."
"Need any help? I aint good with my mind but I can be there if things go south"
"You can't fight a Vice-Chef. These guys are bad news. I've seen people try to take them on before. It wasn't pretty. Actually, Pheric might just leave if you attack it. It's like that. So yeah, it'd be good if you were by my side for this."
He smiles. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
"How do you plan we do that?" She asked.
"I just gotta talk with it. It won't be pleasant, though."
"Need any help? I aint good with my mind but I can be there if things go south"
"You can't fight a Vice-Chef. These guys are bad news. I've seen people try to take them on before. It wasn't pretty. Actually, Pheric might just leave if you attack it. It's like that. So yeah, it'd be good if you were by my side for this."
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
*Dagummit. I won't actually be able to run this right now because I have to leave. Just know it's there and I will repost it again when I actually have the time. Sorry about that.*
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
Nat looks over at it, curious. She walks over, careful to avoid the deeper pits of mud and such.
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
She nods "Let me get a few things packed and I'll be ready." She grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The orange is walking around the tavern, brandishing it’s missiles at anything that makes it nervous.
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. "Now all we gotta do is get past Pheric..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Please don't do that. Threatening patrons is not very nice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How do you plan we do that?" She asked.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I’m defending myself, pal. I’m a weapon of war. It’s in my nature.”
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
Nat walks over, crossing her metal arms in front of her. "Want me to take care of 'im Grost?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I just gotta talk with him. It won't be pleasant, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The war is over. Has been for 20 years. Behave yourself or I'll treat you like how restauranteurs are supposed to treat oranges."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Need any help? I aint good with my mind but I can be there if things go south"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You can't fight a Vice-Chef. These guys are bad news. I've seen people try to take them on before. It wasn't pretty. Actually, Pheric might just leave if you attack it. It's like that. So yeah, it'd be good if you were by my side for this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods and salutes "Aye aye Captain" She grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He receives a frozen gerbil.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'll try my hand at an encounter here.*
Engine of Saturn, the swamp swallowed city. The wetlands have slowly but surely been reclaiming the land, some parts of town are more far gone than others. Like everything in this world, the marshes have an insatiable hunger.
In one particular block, the slow sinking has caused practically everyone to abandon their homes and businesses. The street is muddy and beginning to be lost under the long grasses and deep murk puddles. Flies clot the air in swarms, and dense vines blanket the sign posts and walls of the buildings. Lifeless windows are shattered and most doors stand ajar, the houses have been emptied by the old occupants and looters who scavenge through the young ruins for anything valuable that may have been left behind.
Amidst the crumbling architecture lies the building of some forgotten business. The mushrooms eat away at the doorposts, causing the doorframe to sag under the weight of the walls. The windows are fogged up by humidity and thick, pungent mud has flowed into the two story building's open doorway. The hiccups of frogs echo through the halls and the bricks are cracked and crumbling and blanketed in thick clumps of moss and mold. Warm, golden light shines gently out from the sagging doorway and smeared windows.
*Dagummit. I won't actually be able to run this right now because I have to leave. Just know it's there and I will repost it again when I actually have the time. Sorry about that.*
Nat looks over at it, curious. She walks over, careful to avoid the deeper pits of mud and such.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*This is like Christmas for me. Thank you!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Nat is checking everything around the shop, getting ready.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The roc is sipping another soda
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