Douxgras and his disciples are passing out food to the less fortunate members of Absit. Given the state of this terrible place, most of the people pathetic enough to be considered "less fortunate" are so weak and sick that they couldn't come to Douxgras' gatherings to learn how to feed themselves.
The waiter from Bilzo’s that Douxgras had talked to the other day approaches him. “Sir Douxgras, Bilzo is back in town and is wondering if you would still like a job with him.”
"Of course. Lead the way."
“Gladly.” The waiter leads him to Bilzo’s restaurant. “I believe he is waiting in the kitchen.”
Douxgras "confidently" enters the kitchen and bows. "I heard that Bilzo was expecting me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Douxgras and his disciples are passing out food to the less fortunate members of Absit. Given the state of this terrible place, most of the people pathetic enough to be considered "less fortunate" are so weak and sick that they couldn't come to Douxgras' gatherings to learn how to feed themselves.
The waiter from Bilzo’s that Douxgras had talked to the other day approaches him. “Sir Douxgras, Bilzo is back in town and is wondering if you would still like a job with him.”
"Of course. Lead the way."
“Gladly.” The waiter leads him to Bilzo’s restaurant. “I believe he is waiting in the kitchen.”
Douxgras "confidently" enters the kitchen and bows. "I heard that Bilzo was expecting me."
Inside the kitchen is an old, Japanese man currently cooking four things at once. He had tan skin and gray hair with a beard and moist ache that mostly cover his face. He wears an apron that matches the red velvet inside the restaurant. He sees Douxgras enter. “Ah, yes, yes! I have heard of all the cooking you have been doing around town, and wanted you to be one of my chefs. Would you mind taking the eggs out of the pot and putting them in an ice bath?”
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.
Serveo most likely smells exactly like another moth.
Serveo’s sleek northgate retracts with pale light and is replaced by a puffy scarf looking thing that obscures his mouth, like a silk moth’s.
Atlas the jumps out of Serveo's hands and bows
*northgate?? I meant to say mouthguard wtf…*
Serveo pats him on the head. His drink arrived in a massive barrel and he starts to drink it.
Atlas sniffs the drink and then tilts his head, questioning
Serveo moves it away. “No, my friend. This is alcohol. Unless of course, that is okay for you.”
"its okay- despite how he appears, he lived much longer than most TRUE mortals"
the 'true' is slightly emphasized
Serveo lets Atlas try some. “What do you mean, true mortals?”
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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.
*That is…how did you even misspell it that severely?*
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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.
“Gladly.” The waiter leads him to Bilzo’s restaurant. “I believe he is waiting in the kitchen.”
Douxgras "confidently" enters the kitchen and bows. "I heard that Bilzo was expecting me."
Inside the kitchen is an old, Japanese man currently cooking four things at once. He had tan skin and gray hair with a beard and moist ache that mostly cover his face. He wears an apron that matches the red velvet inside the restaurant. He sees Douxgras enter. “Ah, yes, yes! I have heard of all the cooking you have been doing around town, and wanted you to be one of my chefs. Would you mind taking the eggs out of the pot and putting them in an ice bath?”
The big monster does so with an unusual amount of speed. Like, above average. "Well, I'd like to know some details about the job before I make any commitments."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Serveo most likely smells exactly like another moth.
Serveo’s sleek northgate retracts with pale light and is replaced by a puffy scarf looking thing that obscures his mouth, like a silk moth’s.
Atlas the jumps out of Serveo's hands and bows
*northgate?? I meant to say mouthguard wtf…*
Serveo pats him on the head. His drink arrived in a massive barrel and he starts to drink it.
Atlas sniffs the drink and then tilts his head, questioning
Serveo moves it away. “No, my friend. This is alcohol. Unless of course, that is okay for you.”
"its okay- despite how he appears, he lived much longer than most TRUE mortals"
the 'true' is slightly emphasized
Serveo lets Atlas try some. “What do you mean, true mortals?”
"pure humans, pure elves, pure dwarves- not tiefling nor aasimar- nor any other pure immortal or part immortal*
“I see. What is your name, by the 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.
“Gladly.” The waiter leads him to Bilzo’s restaurant. “I believe he is waiting in the kitchen.”
Douxgras "confidently" enters the kitchen and bows. "I heard that Bilzo was expecting me."
Inside the kitchen is an old, Japanese man currently cooking four things at once. He had tan skin and gray hair with a beard and moist ache that mostly cover his face. He wears an apron that matches the red velvet inside the restaurant. He sees Douxgras enter. “Ah, yes, yes! I have heard of all the cooking you have been doing around town, and wanted you to be one of my chefs. Would you mind taking the eggs out of the pot and putting them in an ice bath?”
The big monster does so with an unusual amount of speed. Like, above average. "Well, I'd like to know some details about the job before I make any commitments."
Bilzo finishes what he was cooking (Fried rice in a wok, grilled chicken, and Bibimbap). “You would be working dinner. That is our busiest time, and I have workers for other times. Monthly pay is 7,000 a month. If we are extraordinarily busy I will call you in for earlier hours or for private serving or dessert.” He says this all fairly rapidly.
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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 dagger is where she was holding Casey, it’s shattered into many pieces.
She carefully picks up the pieces and shows them to Skar.
Skar takes it and examines this. “You are correct. This is the work of The Artist. How troublesome.”
She tilts her head slightly. “ why is that so troublesome?” She seems confused now.
“Er. When The Artist…intervenes…he normally does do knowing that great commotion will occur from it. This means he is intrigued by the people in Absit, and will most likely be intervening again.”
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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.
Serveo most likely smells exactly like another moth.
Serveo’s sleek northgate retracts with pale light and is replaced by a puffy scarf looking thing that obscures his mouth, like a silk moth’s.
Atlas the jumps out of Serveo's hands and bows
*northgate?? I meant to say mouthguard wtf…*
Serveo pats him on the head. His drink arrived in a massive barrel and he starts to drink it.
Atlas sniffs the drink and then tilts his head, questioning
Serveo moves it away. “No, my friend. This is alcohol. Unless of course, that is okay for you.”
"its okay- despite how he appears, he lived much longer than most TRUE mortals"
the 'true' is slightly emphasized
Serveo lets Atlas try some. “What do you mean, true mortals?”
"pure humans, pure elves, pure dwarves- not tiefling nor aasimar- nor any other pure immortal or part immortal*
“I see. What is your name, by the way?”
"Reqka- 'the northern wind'"
“Greetings. As you know, I am Serveo. Who is your friend?” He refers to Atlas.
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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 dagger is where she was holding Casey, it’s shattered into many pieces.
She carefully picks up the pieces and shows them to Skar.
Skar takes it and examines this. “You are correct. This is the work of The Artist. How troublesome.”
She tilts her head slightly. “ why is that so troublesome?” She seems confused now.
“Er. When The Artist…intervenes…he normally does do knowing that great commotion will occur from it. This means he is intrigued by the people in Absit, and will most likely be intervening again.”
Her mouth makes an O as she stares in shock. “Uh oh…” is all that comes from her mouth.
Serveo scratches Atlas with his sheathed greatsword. “Moths intrigue 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 dagger is where she was holding Casey, it’s shattered into many pieces.
She carefully picks up the pieces and shows them to Skar.
Skar takes it and examines this. “You are correct. This is the work of The Artist. How troublesome.”
She tilts her head slightly. “ why is that so troublesome?” She seems confused now.
“Er. When The Artist…intervenes…he normally does do knowing that great commotion will occur from it. This means he is intrigued by the people in Absit, and will most likely be intervening again.”
Her mouth makes an O as she stares in shock. “Uh oh…” is all that comes from her mouth.
“Uh oh indeed. I am afraid there is nothing I, or my brother, can do. Besides possibly alert our father of this, but The Artist has never been punished by him before.”
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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 dagger is where she was holding Casey, it’s shattered into many pieces.
She carefully picks up the pieces and shows them to Skar.
Skar takes it and examines this. “You are correct. This is the work of The Artist. How troublesome.”
She tilts her head slightly. “ why is that so troublesome?” She seems confused now.
“Er. When The Artist…intervenes…he normally does do knowing that great commotion will occur from it. This means he is intrigued by the people in Absit, and will most likely be intervening again.”
Her mouth makes an O as she stares in shock. “Uh oh…” is all that comes from her mouth.
“Uh oh indeed. I am afraid there is nothing I, or my brother, can do. Besides possibly alert our father of this, but The Artist has never been punished by him before.”
“Hmmmm” she thinks for a moment. “I will protect this village for as long as I may. For those who have been lost.”
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She/they
loves food
that sums me up
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Douxgras "confidently" enters the kitchen and bows. "I heard that Bilzo was expecting me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Inside the kitchen is an old, Japanese man currently cooking four things at once. He had tan skin and gray hair with a beard and moist ache that mostly cover his face. He wears an apron that matches the red velvet inside the restaurant. He sees Douxgras enter. “Ah, yes, yes! I have heard of all the cooking you have been doing around town, and wanted you to be one of my chefs. Would you mind taking the eggs out of the pot and putting them in an ice bath?”
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
*grauis*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Serveo lets Atlas try some. “What do you mean, true mortals?”
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
*That is…how did you even misspell it that severely?*
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
*sorry- I was not paying attention... I am so sorry!*
*for gradius ONLY*
*but for Arthropleura do you want to be Depliudah?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The big monster does so with an unusual amount of speed. Like, above average. "Well, I'd like to know some details about the job before I make any commitments."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"pure humans, pure elves, pure dwarves- not tiefling nor aasimar- nor any other pure immortal or part immortal*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“I see. What is your name, by the 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
"Reqka- 'the northern wind'"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She tilts her head slightly. “ why is that so troublesome?” She seems confused now.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Bilzo finishes what he was cooking (Fried rice in a wok, grilled chicken, and Bibimbap). “You would be working dinner. That is our busiest time, and I have workers for other times. Monthly pay is 7,000 a month. If we are extraordinarily busy I will call you in for earlier hours or for private serving or dessert.” He says this all fairly rapidly.
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
“Er. When The Artist…intervenes…he normally does do knowing that great commotion will occur from it. This means he is intrigued by the people in Absit, and will most likely be intervening again.”
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
“Greetings. As you know, I am Serveo. Who is your friend?” He refers to Atlas.
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
"Atlas"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Her mouth makes an O as she stares in shock. “Uh oh…” is all that comes from her mouth.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*Cut*
Serveo scratches Atlas with his sheathed greatsword. “Moths intrigue 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
“Uh oh indeed. I am afraid there is nothing I, or my brother, can do. Besides possibly alert our father of this, but The Artist has never been punished by him before.”
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
"well- you can ask him anything you want soon"
in celestial: <the opening of the speech- humanoid and beast alike!>
I cast speak with animals as a first level spell
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Hmmmm” she thinks for a moment. “I will protect this village for as long as I may. For those who have been lost.”
She/they
loves food
that sums me up