*I really wanna argue all the ways that the logic is very flawed but I’m also currently filled with rage so i don’t trust myself*
*Why the rage, good elf-friend?*
*I really need to intro a new character here. Using a Knight is cool and all, but it feels kinda weird — like I’m cheating the system somehow. I dunno. It’d be nice to be on the same level as everyone else.*
*I think you’ve posted here like 10 times. But that’s fine, I can also take over Sareika if you feel you’re too busy. I just introed a character that’s not powerful to an unholy extent so I can take part in other people’s encounters.*
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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.
*I really wanna argue all the ways that the logic is very flawed but I’m also currently filled with rage so i don’t trust myself*
*Why the rage, good elf-friend?*
*I really need to intro a new character here. Using a Knight is cool and all, but it feels kinda weird — like I’m cheating the system somehow. I dunno. It’d be nice to be on the same level as everyone else.*
*I think you’ve posted here like 10 times. But that’s fine, I can also take over Sareika if you feel you’re too busy. I just introed a character that’s not powerful to an unholy extent so I can take part in other people’s encounters.*
Absit is a nice town. It’s small, sure, and bustling with activity, but Jackdaw doesn’t mind that. It’s hard enough to blend in as-is, and a bit too much activity is far better than none at all.
Jackdaw isn’t her real name. It isn’t a name at all, more of an idea. Her real name was Katherine; Katherine the child, Katherine the noble, Katherine the killer. Katherine is a real name, and a criminal one, and so Jackdaw replaced her.
Jackdaw isn’t really a bird. She has no wings, or feathers of any kind. She wears studded leather armor and a traveler’s cloak covered in pockets. Inside the pockets are her ingredients, because Jackdaw is an apothecary. Also inside the pockets are her knives, because Jackdaw is a murderer. Potions are marvelous, after all, but it’s nice to have options.
Jackdaw wears a mask, an iron one. The townsfolk think Jackdaw is hiding something beneath the mask, but their speculation couldn’t be further from the truth — Jackdaw’s mask is a fail-safe, to protect against the salts. She has three pouches filled with them, and each of the salts has a different function. Jackdaw doesn’t use the salts, of course — they’re reserved for true emergencies, and this isn’t one.
Jackdaw stops in the town square to ponder. It’s one of her favorite things to do, and she’s become far better at it as of late. When she doesn’t have anyone else to talk to, she defaults to pondering. The choice at hand is a difficult one — the choice of taverns. The Drunken Gem seems to be a popular choice for the more daring types, but Jackdaw is sick of the daring types. She just wants to get a drink and relax, without having to deal with bar fights every few minutes.
Very well. Bilzo’s Bourbon and a Bite it is. It’s more expensive, but gold is never a problem for people like Jackdaw. A few days to relax, unbothered by her annoyingly righteous pursuers, should prove to be well worth the price.
Douxgras is teaching people how to farm, or at least garden, for themselves. This way they won't have to rely on handouts. His disciples are handing out food and seeds to the people who came to listen.
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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 is teaching people how to farm, or at least garden, for themselves. This way they won't have to rely on handouts. His disciples are handing out food and seeds to the people who came to listen.
*IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE CALLED JUNDERFUL*
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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.
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.
Skar is out chopping down trees for The Drunken Gem’s fireplace.
Serveo is helping to clean all the shards of glass and wooden poles from where the circus was.
Feliz is sitting at a table in The Gem, reading a history book, scratching out and writing in several different things.
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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.
Skar is out chopping down trees for The Drunken Gem’s fireplace.
Serveo is helping to clean all the shards of glass and wooden poles from where the circus was.
Feliz is sitting at a table in The Gem, reading a history book, scratching out and writing in several different things.
*Please, sir, may I have a description?*
Douxgras enters The Gem, carrying a brown paper bag with him.
*A young german man with tidy black hair, reading glasses, a maroon suit, and a walking cane.*
Feliz doesn’t notice Douxgras, he is fixated by his studies.
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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.
Douxgras enters The Gem, carrying a brown paper bag with him.
*A young german man with tidy black hair, reading glasses, a maroon suit, and a walking cane.*
Feliz doesn’t notice Douxgras, he is fixated by his studies.
Douxgras orders some wings and a beer, then sits down next to Feliz. He pulls a bottle out of his bag and pours some orange, strong-smelling sauce onto his plate. He puts the bottle back and tries his wings with the sauce, seemingly pleased with the result. "Hey, you wanna try some wings? They're really good."
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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 enters The Gem, carrying a brown paper bag with him.
*A young german man with tidy black hair, reading glasses, a maroon suit, and a walking cane.*
Feliz doesn’t notice Douxgras, he is fixated by his studies.
Douxgras orders some wings and a beer, then sits down next to Feliz. He pulls a bottle out of his bag and pours some orange, strong-smelling sauce onto his plate. He puts the bottle back and tries his wings with the sauce, seemingly pleased with the result. "Hey, you wanna try some wings? They're really good."
Feliz looks startled. “Oh, uh, zat would be delightful.” Feliz tries a wing and nods his approval. He then goes back to scribbling in his book.
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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.
Douxgras orders some wings and a beer, then sits down next to Feliz. He pulls a bottle out of his bag and pours some orange, strong-smelling sauce onto his plate. He puts the bottle back and tries his wings with the sauce, seemingly pleased with the result. "Hey, you wanna try some wings? They're really good."
Feliz looks startled. “Oh, uh, zat would be delightful.” Feliz tries a wing and nods his approval. He then goes back to scribbling in his book.
"Now try it with the sauce. By the way, what are you working on? Looks pretty important."
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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.
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*I think you’ve posted here like 10 times. But that’s fine, I can also take over Sareika if you feel you’re too busy. I just introed a character that’s not powerful to an unholy extent so I can take part in other people’s encounters.*
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
*Cool, cool. I’ll get to work on that intro now.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Absit is a nice town. It’s small, sure, and bustling with activity, but Jackdaw doesn’t mind that. It’s hard enough to blend in as-is, and a bit too much activity is far better than none at all.
Jackdaw isn’t her real name. It isn’t a name at all, more of an idea. Her real name was Katherine; Katherine the child, Katherine the noble, Katherine the killer. Katherine is a real name, and a criminal one, and so Jackdaw replaced her.
Jackdaw isn’t really a bird. She has no wings, or feathers of any kind. She wears studded leather armor and a traveler’s cloak covered in pockets. Inside the pockets are her ingredients, because Jackdaw is an apothecary. Also inside the pockets are her knives, because Jackdaw is a murderer. Potions are marvelous, after all, but it’s nice to have options.
Jackdaw wears a mask, an iron one. The townsfolk think Jackdaw is hiding something beneath the mask, but their speculation couldn’t be further from the truth — Jackdaw’s mask is a fail-safe, to protect against the salts. She has three pouches filled with them, and each of the salts has a different function. Jackdaw doesn’t use the salts, of course — they’re reserved for true emergencies, and this isn’t one.
Jackdaw stops in the town square to ponder. It’s one of her favorite things to do, and she’s become far better at it as of late. When she doesn’t have anyone else to talk to, she defaults to pondering. The choice at hand is a difficult one — the choice of taverns. The Drunken Gem seems to be a popular choice for the more daring types, but Jackdaw is sick of the daring types. She just wants to get a drink and relax, without having to deal with bar fights every few minutes.
Very well. Bilzo’s Bourbon and a Bite it is. It’s more expensive, but gold is never a problem for people like Jackdaw. A few days to relax, unbothered by her annoyingly righteous pursuers, should prove to be well worth the price.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*that’s a really cool intro nothic*
Eito is roving around Absit, using magic to heal the sick.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Waste of time, magician.”
Jackdaw’s voice is raspy. “Sick people die. That’s what they‘ve always done, and you’d be wise to respect it.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I agree with Junderful Jobah there.*
Douxgras is teaching people how to farm, or at least garden, for themselves. This way they won't have to rely on handouts. His disciples are handing out food and seeds to the people who came to listen.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“How curious.” Eito turns slowly. “What makes you think a single twist of the cruel and random earth means their doom is assured?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE CALLED JUNDERFUL*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Natural selection is a beauty, friend. The sick deserve a chance to recover, of course, but these things happen for a reason.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“What reason is that?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Food morning. I kinda slept until noon…*
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
*Food morning is a nice phrase.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*flood morning*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Skar is out chopping down trees for The Drunken Gem’s fireplace.
Serveo is helping to clean all the shards of glass and wooden poles from where the circus was.
Feliz is sitting at a table in The Gem, reading a history book, scratching out and writing in several different things.
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
*Please, sir, may I have a description?*
Douxgras enters The Gem, carrying a brown paper bag with him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*A young german man with tidy black hair, reading glasses, a maroon suit, and a walking cane.*
Feliz doesn’t notice Douxgras, he is fixated by his studies.
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’s hardly my place to decide.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Douxgras orders some wings and a beer, then sits down next to Feliz. He pulls a bottle out of his bag and pours some orange, strong-smelling sauce onto his plate. He puts the bottle back and tries his wings with the sauce, seemingly pleased with the result. "Hey, you wanna try some wings? They're really good."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Feliz looks startled. “Oh, uh, zat would be delightful.” Feliz tries a wing and nods his approval. He then goes back to scribbling in his book.
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
"Now try it with the sauce. By the way, what are you working on? Looks pretty important."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.