The horror reaches slowly up to its shoulder, it’s shell creaking and crunching. It rips a harpoon out of its shoulder blade and sticks it into the floor of the tavern with a thud.
*Since awesome’s here now*
The mouth in the floor shrieks with pain.
“Ere, what manor of thing are you?” inquires the bartender, poking at an eye with a crumbling, clawed foot
The eye blinks, and moves away. A mouth opens up near where it was.
(in Deep Speech:) "I am a Mimic. Please don'† poke my eyes."
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
The horror reaches slowly up to its shoulder, it’s shell creaking and crunching. It rips a harpoon out of its shoulder blade and sticks it into the floor of the tavern with a thud.
*Since awesome’s here now*
The gargoyle watches with faceless impassiveness. It speaks, a hollow, grinding echo coming from within. “What do we have here? Welcome to the Nightmare’s Claw. What manner of nightmare can I brew up for you?” His crumbling claws hover over an array of bottles filled with swirling light and color
The creature glances down at the gargoyle. It speaks in a low, clattering grumble. “…fffearrrr…”
The bartender nods, uncorking a bottle of Fear, the contents shifting and swirling color and light. “Perhaps a bit of Panic mixed in?” It spreads its craggy wings and flaps up near the ceiling to hand the horror a large mug.
The massive sea creature takes the mug and sips the drink. It speaks in a voice deeper than the ocean floor. “…and you are?” It speaks these words slowly and gravely.
“What I may have once been has crumbled away long ago, lost to endless ages and dreams. I’m known as the bartender here. If I ever had another title it has been worn away since like this cracked gargoyle vessel I reside in.”
“…You speak excessively.”
The bartender tilts its head to the side, folding its wings with a grinding sound and stowing the Fear on a shelf behind the bar. “Perhaps. This is the Nightmare’s Claw. Inordinate events are bound to happen. Gargoyles move and speak. Hellhounds and demons roam the world. Tell me, from where do you come?”
“I see. Will you be wanting anything to drink?” The bartender selects a liquor bottle labeled “Fear.”
“Liquid emotions. Interesting.”
“Distilled from dreams themselves.” The bartender prepares a cocktail. “Fear? Or perhaps something stronger?”
“Surprise me.”
If the gargoyle still had a face, it would be smiling. “A nightmare then. I have just the one, ancient as the sunlight but with fear still fresh and potent.” It pulls a vibrating iron flask from beneath the bar, shining with a thin layer of ice.
“What’ll it cost me?”
“Our finest distilled nightmares? 25 gold. Unless you would like a less potent one?”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
The horror reaches slowly up to its shoulder, it’s shell creaking and crunching. It rips a harpoon out of its shoulder blade and sticks it into the floor of the tavern with a thud.
*Since awesome’s here now*
The mouth in the floor shrieks with pain.
“Ere, what manor of thing are you?” inquires the bartender, poking at an eye with a crumbling, clawed foot
The eye blinks, and moves away. A mouth opens up near where it was.
(in Deep Speech:) "I am a Mimic. Please don'† poke my eyes."
(Also Deep Speech): “Then perhaps you would like a drink? A nightmare or some Fear?”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
The horror reaches slowly up to its shoulder, it’s shell creaking and crunching. It rips a harpoon out of its shoulder blade and sticks it into the floor of the tavern with a thud.
*Since awesome’s here now*
The gargoyle watches with faceless impassiveness. It speaks, a hollow, grinding echo coming from within. “What do we have here? Welcome to the Nightmare’s Claw. What manner of nightmare can I brew up for you?” His crumbling claws hover over an array of bottles filled with swirling light and color
The creature glances down at the gargoyle. It speaks in a low, clattering grumble. “…fffearrrr…”
The bartender nods, uncorking a bottle of Fear, the contents shifting and swirling color and light. “Perhaps a bit of Panic mixed in?” It spreads its craggy wings and flaps up near the ceiling to hand the horror a large mug.
The massive sea creature takes the mug and sips the drink. It speaks in a voice deeper than the ocean floor. “…and you are?” It speaks these words slowly and gravely.
“What I may have once been has crumbled away long ago, lost to endless ages and dreams. I’m known as the bartender here. If I ever had another title it has been worn away since like this cracked gargoyle vessel I reside in.”
“…You speak excessively.”
The bartender tilts its head to the side, folding its wings with a grinding sound and stowing the Fear on a shelf behind the bar. “Perhaps. This is the Nightmare’s Claw. Inordinate events are bound to happen. Gargoyles move and speak. Hellhounds and demons roam the world. Tell me, from where do you come?”
“I come from the mind of Cthulu, and I reside in the deepest of oceans.”
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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.
Shadows are watchin', applauding you as you fall apart Callin' you nothin', because a monster's all you are...
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, surrounded by butterflies not native to the dreamscape. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink long coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow. His waist-length, white, fluffy hair blows wildly in the wind.
As the doors fly open, candy scatters across the floor, disappearing whenever it lands somewhere that would be hard to see or reach. The man twirls his candy cane in his black glove before writing the words UNCLE PASTEL in the air in fancy, glowing pink letters which fade away in a couple seconds. He seems to be waiting for some sort of applause or recognition, despite the fact that just about everyone else who came in has given some sort of dramatic entrance thus far, and a much more impactful one at that.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
Shadows are watchin', applauding you as you fall apart Callin' you nothin', because a monster's all you are...
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, surrounded by butterflies not native to the dreamscape. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink long coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow. His waist-length, white, fluffy hair blows wildly in the wind.
As the doors fly open, candy scatters across the floor, disappearing whenever it lands somewhere that would be hard to see or reach. The man twirls his candy cane in his black glove before writing the words UNCLE PASTEL in the air in fancy, glowing pink letters which fade away in a couple seconds. He seems to be waiting for some sort of applause or recognition, despite the fact that just about everyone else who came in has given some sort of dramatic entrance thus far, and a much more impactful one at that.
The gargoyle bartender tilts its head with a grinding sound. “Welcome to Nightmare’s Claw,” it says in its hollow, echoing voice, breaking the silence. “Perhaps a drink?” It motions to the shelves behind the bar, filled with liquor bottles labled “Fear,” “Panic,” and “Nightmare.”
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I go by “Awe” JSYK
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
Shadows are watchin', applauding you as you fall apart Callin' you nothin', because a monster's all you are...
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, surrounded by butterflies not native to the dreamscape. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink long coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow. His waist-length, white, fluffy hair blows wildly in the wind.
As the doors fly open, candy scatters across the floor, disappearing whenever it lands somewhere that would be hard to see or reach. The man twirls his candy cane in his black glove before writing the words UNCLE PASTEL in the air in fancy, glowing pink letters which fade away in a couple seconds. He seems to be waiting for some sort of applause or recognition, despite the fact that just about everyone else who came in has given some sort of dramatic entrance thus far, and a much more impactful one at that.
*ANOTHER CANDY DEMON?*
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I’m an average DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes
Stay Paranod! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The gargoyle bartender tilts its head with a grinding sound. “Welcome to Nightmare’s Claw,” it says in its hollow, echoing voice, breaking the silence. “Perhaps a drink?” It motions to the shelves behind the bar, filled with liquor bottles labled “Fear,” “Panic,” and “Nightmare.”
The man seems frustrated. "Does no one remember their favorite uncle? Fine then. Maybe some drinks will loosen up the gears in your minds." He waves his cane and various coins, ranging from copper to platinum, dance through the air over to the bar, where they stack themselves neatly before shoving a little bit toward the gargoyle. There must be over a thousand gold here.
"Your best, please. For everyone! Anyone remember me now?!"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
“I came here seeking fear…there are powerful beings here…their fear is delectable…”
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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.
Shadows are watchin', applauding you as you fall apart Callin' you nothin', because a monster's all you are...
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, surrounded by butterflies not native to the dreamscape. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink long coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow. His waist-length, white, fluffy hair blows wildly in the wind.
As the doors fly open, candy scatters across the floor, disappearing whenever it lands somewhere that would be hard to see or reach. The man twirls his candy cane in his black glove before writing the words UNCLE PASTEL in the air in fancy, glowing pink letters which fade away in a couple seconds. He seems to be waiting for some sort of applause or recognition, despite the fact that just about everyone else who came in has given some sort of dramatic entrance thus far, and a much more impactful one at that.
*ANOTHER CANDY DEMON?*
*Oh, I've got plenty.*
*And this one is a fey.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
The gargoyle bartender tilts its head with a grinding sound. “Welcome to Nightmare’s Claw,” it says in its hollow, echoing voice, breaking the silence. “Perhaps a drink?” It motions to the shelves behind the bar, filled with liquor bottles labled “Fear,” “Panic,” and “Nightmare.”
The man seems frustrated. "Does no one remember their favorite uncle? Fine then. Maybe some drinks will loosen up the gears in your minds." He waves his cane and various coins, ranging from copper to platinum, dance through the air over to the bar, where they stack themselves neatly before shoving a little bit toward the gargoyle. There must be over a thousand gold here.
"Your best, please. For everyone! Anyone remember me now?!"
The Nic’ Epona looks at the figure. “What. Are you?”
*nic’ epona are horses with white flames in place of a mane and tail*
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I’m an average DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes
Stay Paranod! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
*His name is Baalzeboop after all, which I assume is a reference to Beelzebub, one of the seven deadly sins that represents the demon of gluttony.*
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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.
The gargoyle bartender tilts its head with a grinding sound. “Welcome to Nightmare’s Claw,” it says in its hollow, echoing voice, breaking the silence. “Perhaps a drink?” It motions to the shelves behind the bar, filled with liquor bottles labled “Fear,” “Panic,” and “Nightmare.”
The man seems frustrated. "Does no one remember their favorite uncle? Fine then. Maybe some drinks will loosen up the gears in your minds." He waves his cane and various coins, ranging from copper to platinum, dance through the air over to the bar, where they stack themselves neatly before shoving a little bit toward the gargoyle. There must be over a thousand gold here.
"Your best, please. For everyone! Anyone remember me now?!"
The Nic’ Epona looks at the figure. “What. Are you?”
*nic’ epona are horses with white flames in place of a mane and tail*
He seems hurt. "I'm your Uncle Pastel! I'm everyone's Uncle Pastel!"
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
The gargoyle bartender tilts its head with a grinding sound. “Welcome to Nightmare’s Claw,” it says in its hollow, echoing voice, breaking the silence. “Perhaps a drink?” It motions to the shelves behind the bar, filled with liquor bottles labled “Fear,” “Panic,” and “Nightmare.”
The man seems frustrated. "Does no one remember their favorite uncle? Fine then. Maybe some drinks will loosen up the gears in your minds." He waves his cane and various coins, ranging from copper to platinum, dance through the air over to the bar, where they stack themselves neatly before shoving a little bit toward the gargoyle. There must be over a thousand gold here.
"Your best, please. For everyone! Anyone remember me now?!"
The bartender steps back slightly, surprised. “The best?” It examines one of the gold coins suspiciously. “Fine then.” It lifts a large, vibrating iron reinforced barrel onto the bar. “Pure distilled nightmares. The most potent.” It starts lining up mugs on the counter, then pulls the plug of the barrel. Strange liquid flows out, shifting colors and light.
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I go by “Awe” JSYK
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
The eye blinks, and moves away. A mouth opens up near where it was.
(in Deep Speech:) "I am a Mimic. Please don'† poke my eyes."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
The bartender tilts its head to the side, folding its wings with a grinding sound and stowing the Fear on a shelf behind the bar. “Perhaps. This is the Nightmare’s Claw. Inordinate events are bound to happen. Gargoyles move and speak. Hellhounds and demons roam the world. Tell me, from where do you come?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“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.”
Try out a few of my threads!
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“Our finest distilled nightmares? 25 gold. Unless you would like a less potent one?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“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.”
Try out a few of my threads!
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*gtg no murder without me*
I’m an average DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes
Stay Paranod! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
(Also Deep Speech): “Then perhaps you would like a drink? A nightmare or some Fear?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“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.”
Try out a few of my threads!
NIGHTMARE’S CLAW - ASSASSINATE THE ONE ABOVE - RAGNAROK THE BAR - But WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Gonna put {} around stuff that's in Deep Speech.*
{"I'd prefer a few children to eat. Preferably live ones."}
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
{“It may take awhile to sculpt an order like that from the ethers. In the meantime, some Panic?”} It stirs up a cocktail
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“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.”
Try out a few of my threads!
NIGHTMARE’S CLAW - ASSASSINATE THE ONE ABOVE - RAGNAROK THE BAR - But WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
“I come from the mind of Cthulu, and I reside in the deepest of oceans.”
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.
*Quote cut Gradius*
”and how came you here?”
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“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.”
Try out a few of my threads!
NIGHTMARE’S CLAW - ASSASSINATE THE ONE ABOVE - RAGNAROK THE BAR - But WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
Shadows are watchin', applauding you as you fall apart
Callin' you nothin', because a monster's all you are...
A large, lanky man approaches the tavern, surrounded by butterflies not native to the dreamscape. He's dressed very oddly, with a wide-brimmed top hat shaped like a cake, a bright pink long coat with butterscotch buttons and cotton candy fluff around the neck, tail, and cuffs, a pair of curly-toed heel boots, and a striped scarf, covering what little of his face isn't shrouded in shadow. His waist-length, white, fluffy hair blows wildly in the wind.
As the doors fly open, candy scatters across the floor, disappearing whenever it lands somewhere that would be hard to see or reach. The man twirls his candy cane in his black glove before writing the words UNCLE PASTEL in the air in fancy, glowing pink letters which fade away in a couple seconds. He seems to be waiting for some sort of applause or recognition, despite the fact that just about everyone else who came in has given some sort of dramatic entrance thus far, and a much more impactful one at that.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
The gargoyle bartender tilts its head with a grinding sound. “Welcome to Nightmare’s Claw,” it says in its hollow, echoing voice, breaking the silence. “Perhaps a drink?” It motions to the shelves behind the bar, filled with liquor bottles labled “Fear,” “Panic,” and “Nightmare.”
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“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.”
Try out a few of my threads!
NIGHTMARE’S CLAW - ASSASSINATE THE ONE ABOVE - RAGNAROK THE BAR - But WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*ANOTHER CANDY DEMON?*
I’m an average DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes
Stay Paranod! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The man seems frustrated. "Does no one remember their favorite uncle? Fine then. Maybe some drinks will loosen up the gears in your minds." He waves his cane and various coins, ranging from copper to platinum, dance through the air over to the bar, where they stack themselves neatly before shoving a little bit toward the gargoyle. There must be over a thousand gold here.
"Your best, please. For everyone! Anyone remember me now?!"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
“I came here seeking fear…there are powerful beings here…their fear is delectable…”
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.
*Oh, I've got plenty.*
*And this one is a fey.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
The Nic’ Epona looks at the figure. “What. Are you?”
*nic’ epona are horses with white flames in place of a mane and tail*
I’m an average DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes
Stay Paranod! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*His name is Baalzeboop after all, which I assume is a reference to Beelzebub, one of the seven deadly sins that represents the demon of gluttony.*
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.
*my name is MonksAreGreat that doesn’t mean all my characters are monks*
I’m an average DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes
Stay Paranod! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He seems hurt. "I'm your Uncle Pastel! I'm everyone's Uncle Pastel!"
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
The bartender steps back slightly, surprised. “The best?” It examines one of the gold coins suspiciously. “Fine then.” It lifts a large, vibrating iron reinforced barrel onto the bar. “Pure distilled nightmares. The most potent.” It starts lining up mugs on the counter, then pulls the plug of the barrel. Strange liquid flows out, shifting colors and light.
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“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.”
Try out a few of my threads!
NIGHTMARE’S CLAW - ASSASSINATE THE ONE ABOVE - RAGNAROK THE BAR - But WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES