Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, shield slightly broken and sword chipped. His scarf is wrapped tightly around his face.
Casey appears directly in front of him. “Ah, I found another one. Heya, pal.”
Dyn looks up. "Can I help you?"
“I’m runnin the circus here. Doin some crowd work. Your name’s Dyn, ain’t it?”
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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 is sitting in an alleyway, shield slightly broken and sword chipped. His scarf is wrapped tightly around his face.
Jack is trying to figure out where the heck he his, confused beyond belief.
Skar has taken notice of Jack and approaches him. “I have not seen your face around. Are you new here?”
Jack flinches, jumping back. He looks up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes?" He said, hesitant.
“Where do you hail from?”
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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.
There is the sound of a man screaming as a blur of something is shot down from the sky. He appears to be a younger man, around 30 or so, with short blonde hair, fair skin the color of almonds, and bright orange eyes. He looks like he is about to hit the ground but with some quick thinking, he pulls out a spell book and mutters an incantation. He stops in mid air, right before he hits the ground.
He lets out a stuttering laugh of relief, standing up slowly. He wears a dusty beige outdoors jacket, blue jeans, a black sweater, and black gloves over his hands.He is, very clearly, not from this world or any world close by. He looks around, not seeming to care if the locals are even staring at him, running his hand through his blonde hair.
Eito locks eyes with the man.
He notices Eito is staring at him and flinches, waving shyly.
*sorry for lateness, i timed that horribly*
Eito, face blank, indicates for him to approach.
He slowly makes his way over, hesitant.
“You too, brought low by the scheming overlord of this realm. Hnnnnh. The kingdom of you is weaker, but you are not lessened within.”
Jack blinks "What?" He asked, confused.
“Many names. The connection between physical and immaterial. The power you have to perform actions you’ve learned. The expertise you gradually gain over time. Your ‘experience’, as it were. Reduced to a lower degree that you once occupied.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is the sound of a man screaming as a blur of something is shot down from the sky. He appears to be a younger man, around 30 or so, with short blonde hair, fair skin the color of almonds, and bright orange eyes. He looks like he is about to hit the ground but with some quick thinking, he pulls out a spell book and mutters an incantation. He stops in mid air, right before he hits the ground.
He lets out a stuttering laugh of relief, standing up slowly. He wears a dusty beige outdoors jacket, blue jeans, a black sweater, and black gloves over his hands.He is, very clearly, not from this world or any world close by. He looks around, not seeming to care if the locals are even staring at him, running his hand through his blonde hair.
Eito locks eyes with the man.
He notices Eito is staring at him and flinches, waving shyly.
*sorry for lateness, i timed that horribly*
Eito, face blank, indicates for him to approach.
He slowly makes his way over, hesitant.
“You too, brought low by the scheming overlord of this realm. Hnnnnh. The kingdom of you is weaker, but you are not lessened within.”
Jack blinks "What?" He asked, confused.
“Many names. The connection between physical and immaterial. The power you have to perform actions you’ve learned. The expertise you gradually gain over time. Your ‘experience’, as it were. Reduced to a lower degree that you once occupied.”
He looks like he is about to have a mini panic attack. "Lovely.." he mutters and coughs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Hm?.." he blinks, thinking it over "I pray to Ioun some days but I don't out my faith in any god or goddess."
"What's interesting I'll remember that. So do you need any help with anything , I don't have much power but I'd consider myself a crafty fellow." Tiso writes the god part in a nearby journal "Also would you like something to eat?"
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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.
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, shield slightly broken and sword chipped. His scarf is wrapped tightly around his face.
Jack is trying to figure out where the heck he his, confused beyond belief.
Skar has taken notice of Jack and approaches him. “I have not seen your face around. Are you new here?”
Jack flinches, jumping back. He looks up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes?" He said, hesitant.
“Where do you hail from?”
"Material Plane, Planet Gaia, City of Alivion." He says quietly, his eyes are directed to the wall behind Skar, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
Skar scratches his head. “A different world than ours? Welcome to The Kingdom of Pallidus. You are in the town Absit.”
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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.
"Hm?.." he blinks, thinking it over "I pray to Ioun some days but I don't out my faith in any god or goddess."
"What's interesting I'll remember that. So do you need any help with anything , I don't have much power but I'd consider myself a crafty fellow." Tiso writes the god part in a nearby journal "Also would you like something to eat?"
"No.. not right now. Falling from the sky tends to make me realize that my stomach will disperse anything in it within seconds." He explains.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Serveo is standing in the middle of the street, waiting for The Executioner to show himself so he can strike the coward down. He shows no sign of damage after the battle.
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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.
"Hm?.." he blinks, thinking it over "I pray to Ioun some days but I don't out my faith in any god or goddess."
"What's interesting I'll remember that. So do you need any help with anything , I don't have much power but I'd consider myself a crafty fellow." Tiso writes the god part in a nearby journal "Also would you like something to eat?"
"No.. not right now. Falling from the sky tends to make me realize that my stomach will disperse anything in it within seconds." He explains.
"Well You can have this room for a few nights to get yourself oriented to this new world you find yourself in." Tiso tosses over the keys to the room.
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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.
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, shield slightly broken and sword chipped. His scarf is wrapped tightly around his face.
Jack is trying to figure out where the heck he his, confused beyond belief.
"You lost stranger?"
He looks up, tilting his head. "Yes?" He says, hesitantly.
"Welcome. This place is a living hell."
"How so?" He asks, confused
"its hard to explain...just try to get out while ya still can."
*also does Jack still have his wedding ring on?*
*This is about thirty years before Jack met Phoenix. Considering this timeline doesn't have guns yet, Jack is about thirty while at Lords Rest Inn he is about... I'm gonna say 60.*
"I can't. Friggin something or other wiped my spells."
Dyn is sitting in an alleyway, shield slightly broken and sword chipped. His scarf is wrapped tightly around his face.
Jack is trying to figure out where the heck he his, confused beyond belief.
"You lost stranger?"
He looks up, tilting his head. "Yes?" He says, hesitantly.
"Welcome. This place is a living hell."
"How so?" He asks, confused
"its hard to explain...just try to get out while ya still can."
*also does Jack still have his wedding ring on?*
*This is about thirty years before Jack met Phoenix. Considering this timeline doesn't have guns yet, Jack is about thirty while at Lords Rest Inn he is about... I'm gonna say 60.*
"I can't. Friggin something or other wiped my spells."
*ah nvm then*
"Ah..alright then. Names Dyn by the way."
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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.
"Hm?.." he blinks, thinking it over "I pray to Ioun some days but I don't out my faith in any god or goddess."
"What's interesting I'll remember that. So do you need any help with anything , I don't have much power but I'd consider myself a crafty fellow." Tiso writes the god part in a nearby journal "Also would you like something to eat?"
"No.. not right now. Falling from the sky tends to make me realize that my stomach will disperse anything in it within seconds." He explains.
"Well You can have this room for a few nights to get yourself oriented to this new world you find yourself in." Tiso tosses over the keys to the room.
Jack catches them and sighs "Okay then.." he says.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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He looks up, tilting his head. "Yes?" He says, hesitantly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“I’m runnin the circus here. Doin some crowd work. Your name’s Dyn, ain’t it?”
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
“Where do you hail from?”
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
"Hm?.." he blinks, thinking it over "I pray to Ioun some days but I don't out my faith in any god or goddess."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Many names. The connection between physical and immaterial. The power you have to perform actions you’ve learned. The expertise you gradually gain over time. Your ‘experience’, as it were. Reduced to a lower degree that you once occupied.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Welcome. This place is a living hell."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah...how do you know that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Material Plane, Planet Gaia, City of Alivion." He says quietly, his eyes are directed to the wall behind Skar, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks like he is about to have a mini panic attack. "Lovely.." he mutters and coughs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What's interesting I'll remember that. So do you need any help with anything , I don't have much power but I'd consider myself a crafty fellow." Tiso writes the god part in a nearby journal "Also would you like something to eat?"
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
"How so?" He asks, confused
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Skar scratches his head. “A different world than ours? Welcome to The Kingdom of Pallidus. You are in the town Absit.”
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
"its hard to explain...just try to get out while ya still can."
*also does Jack still have his wedding ring on?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No.. not right now. Falling from the sky tends to make me realize that my stomach will disperse anything in it within seconds." He explains.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Serveo is standing in the middle of the street, waiting for The Executioner to show himself so he can strike the coward down. He shows no sign of damage after the battle.
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
"I am going to throw up, oh gods." He places a hand on a wall and dry heaves "Lovely, getting thrown from the sky.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well You can have this room for a few nights to get yourself oriented to this new world you find yourself in." Tiso tosses over the keys to the room.
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
*This is about thirty years before Jack met Phoenix. Considering this timeline doesn't have guns yet, Jack is about thirty while at Lords Rest Inn he is about... I'm gonna say 60.*
"I can't. Friggin something or other wiped my spells."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ah nvm then*
"Ah..alright then. Names Dyn by the way."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack catches them and sighs "Okay then.." he says.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]