The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
*I CAN RP WITH 4 PEOPLE AT A TIME. I CAN DO IT.*
Serveo once again senses that The Executioner is watching him. “Good sir, I recommend you come find me if you intend to watch me.” He calls out to the town.
"I'd rather not get up with a false hero, Good Sir." The executioner replies.
Serveo sighs. “Then I will come to you.” Perception to find him: 26
After about half an hour of searching, he sees the recognisable shape of the Executioner on a rooftop in front of him. His scythe is as tall as serveo is, and he appears to be carrying a curved dagger made of a strange, purple-black stone. "Usually, I'd hide myself. But this time I'd rather stay visible."
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
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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.
“And why’s that? You don’t know nothing about me.”
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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 Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
*I CAN RP WITH 4 PEOPLE AT A TIME. I CAN DO IT.*
Serveo once again senses that The Executioner is watching him. “Good sir, I recommend you come find me if you intend to watch me.” He calls out to the town.
"I'd rather not get up with a false hero, Good Sir." The executioner replies.
Serveo sighs. “Then I will come to you.” Perception to find him: 26
After about half an hour of searching, he sees the recognisable shape of the Executioner on a rooftop in front of him. His scythe is as tall as serveo is, and he appears to be carrying a curved dagger made of a strange, purple-black stone. "Usually, I'd hide myself. But this time I'd rather stay visible."
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
"I do not mean to fight, Serveo. Even if I did, I doubt that you would see me so clearly, as an executioner prefers to fight unfairly."
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, face splattered with blood. His sword and shield are laying on his lap.
At the sight of an injured warrior, Skar the Mighty approaches to stand over the man. He crouches down, still being about ten feet tall, and reaches down to lightly touch the man.
Dyn grabs his hand, eyes suddenly flaring. "Don't..touch me.."
Skar laughs. (The tip of his finger would be about the size of Dyn’s hand.) “I am simply healing you, sir.” He easily pushes against Dyn’s chest. His touch heals Dyn’s wounds almost completely. For a brief moment a godly power surges through Dyn’s body.
"What are you?"
“I am Skar the Mighty, of The Great Knights. You may have heard of me before, I am the military leader of this Kingdom.”
"Am or was?" he says smirking behind his scarf. "And I remember you Skar."
Skar laughs a deep, booming laugh. “I am still very much in commission my friend.”
Dyns eye twitches a bit.
Skar stands up. He towers over Dyn. Twenty feet is quite tall in person. “What is wrong?”
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Executioner is watching events through some arcane means. He especially watches Serveo and Kraus.
Another odd presence is felt by those near the town square.
*I CAN RP WITH 4 PEOPLE AT A TIME. I CAN DO IT.*
Serveo once again senses that The Executioner is watching him. “Good sir, I recommend you come find me if you intend to watch me.” He calls out to the town.
"I'd rather not get up with a false hero, Good Sir." The executioner replies.
Serveo sighs. “Then I will come to you.” Perception to find him: 26
After about half an hour of searching, he sees the recognisable shape of the Executioner on a rooftop in front of him. His scythe is as tall as serveo is, and he appears to be carrying a curved dagger made of a strange, purple-black stone. "Usually, I'd hide myself. But this time I'd rather stay visible."
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
"I do not mean to fight, Serveo. Even if I did, I doubt that you would see me so clearly, as an executioner prefers to fight unfairly."
Serveo laughs. “Even a knight will not always fight fairly, if need be.” He narrows his eyes, The Executioner’s very body starts to grow heavy. Very heavy. The pressure almost snaps his bones before it lets up. “As you can see.”
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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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
*CASEY WOO-HOO!!!*
Damien glances towards the newcomer, face blank. The angel makes a rather explicit remark on Casey's appearance while the devil softly weeps about how misunderstood the floating child must be, his bold personality a mere coping mechanism of his true loneliness and discontent with himself. Damien, still in control of his eyes, rolls them. The devil was always making things deeper then they should be, while the angel made petty remarks on anything he could see. It was honestly an infuriating team to work with.
Casey cracks his knuckles and turns to a tall man, dressed in a cowboy attire with a bandana over his face. You can faintly hear Casey say “I’ll get to uh…crowd work, if ya get my drift.” He then turns around and spots Damien, he appears next to him, in a single arm handstand. “Heya, kid.”
Damien turns lazily to the approaching floating figure, his face slack, underwhelmed.
"Stay back, you incompetent little [GP]!" The angel yells.
"What a poor, poor child," sighs the devil. "a lost soul with no way home."
“Stay back, huh?” Casey reappears with his face about an inch away from the angel’s.
The angel, about half the size of Casey's face, jumps back. "Y-y-you-" he stammers. "Ugh! Nyx!" He leans over the side of Damiens shoulder to get a look at the devil who's still sobbing quietly to herself. Nyx looks up, tears in her eyes. "It's just so sad..."
"You think everyone is sad and hurting," the angel snaps. "Rock-paper-scissors, now."
The devil wipes her face with the back of her hands, sniffling and whispering, hiccups dotting her unintelligible speech. Nyx raises a shaky fist and sets it upon her open palm, the angel doing the same.
The devil wins, two out of three. *I'm just using the little wheel spinner thing every time and it's very exciting haha*
"My name is Damien," the teenager finally says. "Please excuse Nyx and Araz, they control when I talk and how I react to information." Damien tilts his head to the side. "How are you floating?"
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, face splattered with blood. His sword and shield are laying on his lap.
At the sight of an injured warrior, Skar the Mighty approaches to stand over the man. He crouches down, still being about ten feet tall, and reaches down to lightly touch the man.
Dyn grabs his hand, eyes suddenly flaring. "Don't..touch me.."
Skar laughs. (The tip of his finger would be about the size of Dyn’s hand.) “I am simply healing you, sir.” He easily pushes against Dyn’s chest. His touch heals Dyn’s wounds almost completely. For a brief moment a godly power surges through Dyn’s body.
"What are you?"
“I am Skar the Mighty, of The Great Knights. You may have heard of me before, I am the military leader of this Kingdom.”
"Am or was?" he says smirking behind his scarf. "And I remember you Skar."
Skar laughs a deep, booming laugh. “I am still very much in commission my friend.”
Dyns eye twitches a bit.
Skar stands up. He towers over Dyn. Twenty feet is quite tall in person. “What is wrong?”
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
“I do serve my father. Rather faithfully.” Skar eyes the sword and shield as if they are a toothpick and coin.
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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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
*CASEY WOO-HOO!!!*
Damien glances towards the newcomer, face blank. The angel makes a rather explicit remark on Casey's appearance while the devil softly weeps about how misunderstood the floating child must be, his bold personality a mere coping mechanism of his true loneliness and discontent with himself. Damien, still in control of his eyes, rolls them. The devil was always making things deeper then they should be, while the angel made petty remarks on anything he could see. It was honestly an infuriating team to work with.
Casey cracks his knuckles and turns to a tall man, dressed in a cowboy attire with a bandana over his face. You can faintly hear Casey say “I’ll get to uh…crowd work, if ya get my drift.” He then turns around and spots Damien, he appears next to him, in a single arm handstand. “Heya, kid.”
Damien turns lazily to the approaching floating figure, his face slack, underwhelmed.
"Stay back, you incompetent little [GP]!" The angel yells.
"What a poor, poor child," sighs the devil. "a lost soul with no way home."
“Stay back, huh?” Casey reappears with his face about an inch away from the angel’s.
The angel, about half the size of Casey's face, jumps back. "Y-y-you-" he stammers. "Ugh! Nyx!" He leans over the side of Damiens shoulder to get a look at the devil who's still sobbing quietly to herself. Nyx looks up, tears in her eyes. "It's just so sad..."
"You think everyone is sad and hurting," the angel snaps. "Rock-paper-scissors, now."
The devil wipes her face with the back of her hands, sniffling and whispering, hiccups dotting her unintelligible speech. Nyx raises a shaky fist and sets it upon her open palm, the angel doing the same.
The devil wins, two out of three. *I'm just using the little wheel spinner thing every time and it's very exciting haha*
"My name is Damien," the teenager finally says. "Please excuse Nyx and Araz, they control when I talk and how I react to information." Damien tilts his head to the side. "How are you floating?"
“Cause walkin’s for chumps. I ain’t a chump.”
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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.
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
“I do serve my father. Rather faithfully.” Skar eyes the sword and shield as if they are a toothpick and coin.
Despite Skars height and obvious might, Dyn doesn't back down. "Your father is a tyrant. And a fool."
Skar nods. “I can see why you think so. He is ruthless.”
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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.
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
“I do serve my father. Rather faithfully.” Skar eyes the sword and shield as if they are a toothpick and coin.
Despite Skars height and obvious might, Dyn doesn't back down. "Your father is a tyrant. And a fool."
Skar nods. “I can see why you think so. He is ruthless.”
"I should know, seeing as I served in his army." he growls
“Ah, good for you! I am assuming then, that you acted against him in some way?”
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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.
“You are threatening me? Ineffective.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“A poor choice. You may see me as a false hero, but that does not dent the obvious factor of my combat prowess.”
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
“And why’s that? You don’t know nothing about me.”
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
"Wait, ah, what's your name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I do not mean to fight, Serveo. Even if I did, I doubt that you would see me so clearly, as an executioner prefers to fight unfairly."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
“I don’t know anything about anyone. But I know much about the nature of being ‘someone’ at all. Have you come for enlightenment or childish games?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Dyn struggles to his feet, hand on his sword and shield. "You serve that so called king?" he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She stops, her tail flicking back and forth. "You don't need to know it love.. ain't worth a moment in anyone's mind."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Serveo laughs. “Even a knight will not always fight fairly, if need be.” He narrows his eyes, The Executioner’s very body starts to grow heavy. Very heavy. The pressure almost snaps his bones before it lets up. “As you can see.”
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 angel, about half the size of Casey's face, jumps back. "Y-y-you-" he stammers. "Ugh! Nyx!" He leans over the side of Damiens shoulder to get a look at the devil who's still sobbing quietly to herself. Nyx looks up, tears in her eyes. "It's just so sad..."
"You think everyone is sad and hurting," the angel snaps. "Rock-paper-scissors, now."
The devil wipes her face with the back of her hands, sniffling and whispering, hiccups dotting her unintelligible speech. Nyx raises a shaky fist and sets it upon her open palm, the angel doing the same.
The devil wins, two out of three. *I'm just using the little wheel spinner thing every time and it's very exciting haha*
"My name is Damien," the teenager finally says. "Please excuse Nyx and Araz, they control when I talk and how I react to information." Damien tilts his head to the side. "How are you floating?"
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“I do serve my father. Rather faithfully.” Skar eyes the sword and shield as if they are a toothpick and coin.
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
Dyn struggles to his feet, sheathing his sword and shield. "I want to know it so I can repay you sometime."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Despite Skars height and obvious might, Dyn doesn't back down. "Your father is a tyrant. And a fool."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Cause walkin’s for chumps. I ain’t a chump.”
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
She laughs "I don't need no payment for healing you." She said, her eyes blinking slowly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Skar nods. “I can see why you think so. He is ruthless.”
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
"A favor then at the very least."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I should know, seeing as I served in his army." he growls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Ah, good for you! I am assuming then, that you acted against him in some way?”
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
She stifled a laugh "I need nothing. Well, for the moment I do not." She says and smiles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]