"Now that I have a kitchen set up, you can eat like this every day. Think of it as a thanks for what you do for Absit. You know, you'd make a good Maleficurean if... nah, that's impossible, forget I said anything."
“What is a Maleficurean?” Skar cranes his neck to scan the town.
"Just a member of my religion. The core idea is that assisting others is the highest form of self-worship, which is the only type of worship that matters."
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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.
"Now that I have a kitchen set up, you can eat like this every day. Think of it as a thanks for what you do for Absit. You know, you'd make a good Maleficurean if... nah, that's impossible, forget I said anything."
“What is a Maleficurean?” Skar cranes his neck to scan the town.
"Just a member of my religion. The core idea is that assisting others is the highest form of self-worship, which is the only type of worship that matters."
“Oh, Bilzo wanted me to deliver these to you. Reqka found them and gave them to Bilzo, but he didn’t need them.” Skar produces from a bag a variety of extremely rare and delicate mushrooms, found only on the outskirts of Pallidus.
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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 was just curious. I don't understand your religion, and didn't want to offend you with my ignorance. No offense, but you do not seem to be the type to teach others. More the type to berate your students than inform them calmly."
“I take no offense. If that is the way I come across, it is my fault alone. Curiosity is not a sin.”
"Perhaps we could discuss our religions to each other without judgement or offense?"
“That sounds lovely. Let us do so.”
The fluffy monster smiles. "So, could I go first, or would you like to?"
“You. My explanation tends to be long-winded.”
"Maleficureanism is the worship of the self. We assist others, helping those weaker or less fortunate than us so that they'll love us. Some of them might even love us as much as we love ourselves. Everyone deserves to love themselves, and in a perfect world, everyone would love each other as well. That is the foundation of our faith. There is no structure, and our only 'leaders' are those who take the time and effort to organize us."
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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.
"Now that I have a kitchen set up, you can eat like this every day. Think of it as a thanks for what you do for Absit. You know, you'd make a good Maleficurean if... nah, that's impossible, forget I said anything."
“What is a Maleficurean?” Skar cranes his neck to scan the town.
"Just a member of my religion. The core idea is that assisting others is the highest form of self-worship, which is the only type of worship that matters."
“Oh, Bilzo wanted me to deliver these to you. Reqka found them and gave them to Bilzo, but he didn’t need them.” Skar produces from a bag a variety of extremely rare and delicate mushrooms, found only on the outskirts of Pallidus.
He looks through them, gently checking them. "I think I've seen these before. Not very often, though. They were rare on my travels. Only ever found them around the outskirts of this city, actually. I couldn't get them very often due to patrols."
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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.
"Now that I have a kitchen set up, you can eat like this every day. Think of it as a thanks for what you do for Absit. You know, you'd make a good Maleficurean if... nah, that's impossible, forget I said anything."
“What is a Maleficurean?” Skar cranes his neck to scan the town.
"Just a member of my religion. The core idea is that assisting others is the highest form of self-worship, which is the only type of worship that matters."
“Oh, Bilzo wanted me to deliver these to you. Reqka found them and gave them to Bilzo, but he didn’t need them.” Skar produces from a bag a variety of extremely rare and delicate mushrooms, found only on the outskirts of Pallidus.
He looks through them, gently checking them. "I think I've seen these before. Not very often, though. They were rare on my travels. Only ever found them around the outskirts of this city, actually. I couldn't get them very often due to patrols."
“Reqka is a druid, so I’m not surprised. She also spotted a boar, but let it get it away. My, that would have been a treat…”
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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 was just curious. I don't understand your religion, and didn't want to offend you with my ignorance. No offense, but you do not seem to be the type to teach others. More the type to berate your students than inform them calmly."
“I take no offense. If that is the way I come across, it is my fault alone. Curiosity is not a sin.”
"Perhaps we could discuss our religions to each other without judgement or offense?"
“That sounds lovely. Let us do so.”
The fluffy monster smiles. "So, could I go first, or would you like to?"
“You. My explanation tends to be long-winded.”
"Maleficureanism is the worship of the self. We assist others, helping those weaker or less fortunate than us so that they'll love us. Some of them might even love us as much as we love ourselves. Everyone deserves to love themselves, and in a perfect world, everyone would love each other as well. That is the foundation of our faith. There is no structure, and our only 'leaders' are those who take the time and effort to organize us."
“That… is an interesting thing to believe. I agree with the sentiment of the perfect world, though.”
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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.
He looks through them, gently checking them. "I think I've seen these before. Not very often, though. They were rare on my travels. Only ever found them around the outskirts of this city, actually. I couldn't get them very often due to patrols."
“Reqka is a druid, so I’m not surprised. She also spotted a boar, but let it get it away. My, that would have been a treat…”
"I could get you some boar. One or two of these mushroom breeds may work well with it if prepared correctly. Mmm... boar with mushroom gravy..."
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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.
"Maleficureanism is the worship of the self. We assist others, helping those weaker or less fortunate than us so that they'll love us. Some of them might even love us as much as we love ourselves. Everyone deserves to love themselves, and in a perfect world, everyone would love each other as well. That is the foundation of our faith. There is no structure, and our only 'leaders' are those who take the time and effort to organize us."
“That… is an interesting thing to believe. I agree with the sentiment of the perfect world, though.”
"No judgement, remember? We also believe self-gratification is important, but must be earned. People giving you things is earned, because you have earned their love, but a simple purchase is not how you gratify yourself; if you want meat, hunt it. If you want veg, forage or farm it. Any extras, or anything you buy, must go to others. Friends, enemies, the needy, everyone. If your enemy is hungry, feed them beef and white bread. If your foe is thirsty, give them your finest wine and fruit juice. Do not give lightly. Lavish your love on everyone, even those who wrong you, and indulge in pleasures with them. That is the rule of our people."
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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.
He looks through them, gently checking them. "I think I've seen these before. Not very often, though. They were rare on my travels. Only ever found them around the outskirts of this city, actually. I couldn't get them very often due to patrols."
“Reqka is a druid, so I’m not surprised. She also spotted a boar, but let it get it away. My, that would have been a treat…”
"I could get you some boar. One or two of these mushroom breeds may work well with it if prepared correctly. Mmm... boar with mushroom gravy..."
“That would be delightful. Although, my personal favorite is to roast a boar over a fire. It gives it a smoky taste.”
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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.
He looks through them, gently checking them. "I think I've seen these before. Not very often, though. They were rare on my travels. Only ever found them around the outskirts of this city, actually. I couldn't get them very often due to patrols."
“Reqka is a druid, so I’m not surprised. She also spotted a boar, but let it get it away. My, that would have been a treat…”
"I could get you some boar. One or two of these mushroom breeds may work well with it if prepared correctly. Mmm... boar with mushroom gravy..."
“That would be delightful. Although, my personal favorite is to roast a boar over a fire. It gives it a smoky taste.”
"Perhaps we could roast it on a spit and give you a cauldron of gravy to dip it in. That sound 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.
"Maleficureanism is the worship of the self. We assist others, helping those weaker or less fortunate than us so that they'll love us. Some of them might even love us as much as we love ourselves. Everyone deserves to love themselves, and in a perfect world, everyone would love each other as well. That is the foundation of our faith. There is no structure, and our only 'leaders' are those who take the time and effort to organize us."
“That… is an interesting thing to believe. I agree with the sentiment of the perfect world, though.”
"No judgement, remember? We also believe self-gratification is important, but must be earned. People giving you things is earned, because you have earned their love, but a simple purchase is not how you gratify yourself; if you want meat, hunt it. If you want veg, forage or farm it. Any extras, or anything you buy, must go to others. Friends, enemies, the needy, everyone. If your enemy is hungry, feed them beef and white bread. If your foe is thirsty, give them your finest wine and fruit juice. Do not give lightly. Lavish your love on everyone, even those who wrong you, and indulge in pleasures with them. That is the rule of our people."
“That’s a fine way to live, I would say.” Eito traces the Tree of Life, and it glows faintly. “My faith is different in many ways, but similar in many as well.”
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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.
"No judgement, remember? We also believe self-gratification is important, but must be earned. People giving you things is earned, because you have earned their love, but a simple purchase is not how you gratify yourself; if you want meat, hunt it. If you want veg, forage or farm it. Any extras, or anything you buy, must go to others. Friends, enemies, the needy, everyone. If your enemy is hungry, feed them beef and white bread. If your foe is thirsty, give them your finest wine and fruit juice. Do not give lightly. Lavish your love on everyone, even those who wrong you, and indulge in pleasures with them. That is the rule of our people."
“That’s a fine way to live, I would say.” Eito traces the Tree of Life, and it glows faintly. “My faith is different in many ways, but similar in many as well.”
"Let's hear about it, then." He sits down on the ground and notices an obviously ill man, wrapped in bandages, limping toward him. He gestures the man close then lets the leper lean against his soft body.
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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.
He looks through them, gently checking them. "I think I've seen these before. Not very often, though. They were rare on my travels. Only ever found them around the outskirts of this city, actually. I couldn't get them very often due to patrols."
“Reqka is a druid, so I’m not surprised. She also spotted a boar, but let it get it away. My, that would have been a treat…”
"I could get you some boar. One or two of these mushroom breeds may work well with it if prepared correctly. Mmm... boar with mushroom gravy..."
“That would be delightful. Although, my personal favorite is to roast a boar over a fire. It gives it a smoky taste.”
"Perhaps we could roast it on a spit and give you a cauldron of gravy to dip it in. That sound good?"
“That sounds pristine. Thank you, Douxgras.”
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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.
"Perhaps we could roast it on a spit and give you a cauldron of gravy to dip it in. That sound good?"
“That sounds pristine. Thank you, Douxgras.”
"You are very welcome, Skar. I do very much hope your father doesn't have you smite me. That would be very unfortunate." The two disciples nod in uncomfortable agreement.
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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.
"No judgement, remember? We also believe self-gratification is important, but must be earned. People giving you things is earned, because you have earned their love, but a simple purchase is not how you gratify yourself; if you want meat, hunt it. If you want veg, forage or farm it. Any extras, or anything you buy, must go to others. Friends, enemies, the needy, everyone. If your enemy is hungry, feed them beef and white bread. If your foe is thirsty, give them your finest wine and fruit juice. Do not give lightly. Lavish your love on everyone, even those who wrong you, and indulge in pleasures with them. That is the rule of our people."
“That’s a fine way to live, I would say.” Eito traces the Tree of Life, and it glows faintly. “My faith is different in many ways, but similar in many as well.”
"Let's hear about it, then." He sits down on the ground and notices an obviously ill man, wrapped in bandages, limping toward him. He gestures the man close then lets the leper lean against his soft body.
Eito casts lesser restoration on the man, shining brightly for a moment, then dimming and gasping slightly. “…it is simply called Kasenin. I may be the only practitioner, though faint memories tell me that it may be practiced in other worlds…”
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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.
"Perhaps we could roast it on a spit and give you a cauldron of gravy to dip it in. That sound good?"
“That sounds pristine. Thank you, Douxgras.”
"You are very welcome, Skar. I do very much hope your father doesn't have you smite me. That would be very unfortunate." The two disciples nod in uncomfortable agreement.
“Yes. Sometimes…It is a pain to have to follow my father’s every wish. But I do have to, and some part of me hates myself for it.”
Skar grunts and his exoskeleton suddenly cracks like glass. He looks to be in existential pain, but trying not to collapse.
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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.
"No judgement, remember? We also believe self-gratification is important, but must be earned. People giving you things is earned, because you have earned their love, but a simple purchase is not how you gratify yourself; if you want meat, hunt it. If you want veg, forage or farm it. Any extras, or anything you buy, must go to others. Friends, enemies, the needy, everyone. If your enemy is hungry, feed them beef and white bread. If your foe is thirsty, give them your finest wine and fruit juice. Do not give lightly. Lavish your love on everyone, even those who wrong you, and indulge in pleasures with them. That is the rule of our people."
“That’s a fine way to live, I would say.” Eito traces the Tree of Life, and it glows faintly. “My faith is different in many ways, but similar in many as well.”
"Let's hear about it, then." He sits down on the ground and notices an obviously ill man, wrapped in bandages, limping toward him. He gestures the man close then lets the leper lean against his soft body.
Eito casts lesser restoration on the man, shining brightly for a moment, then dimming and gasping slightly. “…it is simply called Kasenin. I may be the only practitioner, though faint memories tell me that it may be practiced in other worlds…”
The man seems to be healed, but he is still frail. The diseased are not treated well in this city. "You have magic... something I lack. Perhaps we could work together? People come to my gatherings, and they listen to my teachings. You could be a guest pastor if you'd like. You could preach Kasenin to the people, or at least its values. Heal the sick."
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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.
"No judgement, remember? We also believe self-gratification is important, but must be earned. People giving you things is earned, because you have earned their love, but a simple purchase is not how you gratify yourself; if you want meat, hunt it. If you want veg, forage or farm it. Any extras, or anything you buy, must go to others. Friends, enemies, the needy, everyone. If your enemy is hungry, feed them beef and white bread. If your foe is thirsty, give them your finest wine and fruit juice. Do not give lightly. Lavish your love on everyone, even those who wrong you, and indulge in pleasures with them. That is the rule of our people."
“That’s a fine way to live, I would say.” Eito traces the Tree of Life, and it glows faintly. “My faith is different in many ways, but similar in many as well.”
"Let's hear about it, then." He sits down on the ground and notices an obviously ill man, wrapped in bandages, limping toward him. He gestures the man close then lets the leper lean against his soft body.
Eito casts lesser restoration on the man, shining brightly for a moment, then dimming and gasping slightly. “…it is simply called Kasenin. I may be the only practitioner, though faint memories tell me that it may be practiced in other worlds…”
The man seems to be healed, but he is still frail. The diseased are not treated well in this city. "You have magic... something I lack. Perhaps we could work together? People come to my gatherings, and they listen to my teachings. You could be a guest pastor if you'd like. You could preach Kasenin to the people, or at least its values. Heal the sick."
“That’s the thing. Proselytizing is not a major tenet of my faith. The individual epiphany is one of the holiest experiences. Only the desperate should be guided to their revelations. But a partnership sounds not disadvantageous. It would help many people here. My powers are nowhere near as great as they might be, unfortunately.”
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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.
"Perhaps we could roast it on a spit and give you a cauldron of gravy to dip it in. That sound good?"
“That sounds pristine. Thank you, Douxgras.”
"You are very welcome, Skar. I do very much hope your father doesn't have you smite me. That would be very unfortunate." The two disciples nod in uncomfortable agreement.
“Yes. Sometimes…It is a pain to have to follow my father’s every wish. But I do have to, and some part of me hates myself for it.”
Skar grunts and his exoskeleton suddenly cracks like glass. He looks to be in existential pain, but trying not to collapse.
The disciples catch the kebab as it falls and all three maleficureans jump to their feet. Douxgras is horrified. "I'm sorry, but I must interfere. I do not have the guts to watch you suffer like this." He reaches into his own stomach, smoke pouring out of the wound, then splatters a small amount of black, waxy substance onto Skar. Skar, for as long as this wax remains on him, suffers from Anathemic Secrecy. No planar rulers, including gods, can detect him or use magic to directly interfere with him or divine his location. Servants of that power, however, have free reign.
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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.
The man seems to be healed, but he is still frail. The diseased are not treated well in this city. "You have magic... something I lack. Perhaps we could work together? People come to my gatherings, and they listen to my teachings. You could be a guest pastor if you'd like. You could preach Kasenin to the people, or at least its values. Heal the sick."
“That’s the thing. Proselytizing is not a major tenet of my faith. The individual epiphany is one of the holiest experiences. Only the desperate should be guided to their revelations. But a partnership sounds not disadvantageous. It would help many people here. My powers are nowhere near as great as they might be, unfortunately.”
"I see. You need not be powerful. You just need to be willing... and have the guts to interfere if need be. There must be something I can give you in return. Even I don't help others purely out of selflessness."
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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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"Just a member of my religion. The core idea is that assisting others is the highest form of self-worship, which is the only type of worship that matters."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh, Bilzo wanted me to deliver these to you. Reqka found them and gave them to Bilzo, but he didn’t need them.” Skar produces from a bag a variety of extremely rare and delicate mushrooms, found only on the outskirts of Pallidus.
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
"Maleficureanism is the worship of the self. We assist others, helping those weaker or less fortunate than us so that they'll love us. Some of them might even love us as much as we love ourselves. Everyone deserves to love themselves, and in a perfect world, everyone would love each other as well. That is the foundation of our faith. There is no structure, and our only 'leaders' are those who take the time and effort to organize us."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks through them, gently checking them. "I think I've seen these before. Not very often, though. They were rare on my travels. Only ever found them around the outskirts of this city, actually. I couldn't get them very often due to patrols."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Reqka is a druid, so I’m not surprised. She also spotted a boar, but let it get it away. My, that would have been a treat…”
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 an interesting thing to believe. I agree with the sentiment of the perfect world, though.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I could get you some boar. One or two of these mushroom breeds may work well with it if prepared correctly. Mmm... boar with mushroom gravy..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No judgement, remember? We also believe self-gratification is important, but must be earned. People giving you things is earned, because you have earned their love, but a simple purchase is not how you gratify yourself; if you want meat, hunt it. If you want veg, forage or farm it. Any extras, or anything you buy, must go to others. Friends, enemies, the needy, everyone. If your enemy is hungry, feed them beef and white bread. If your foe is thirsty, give them your finest wine and fruit juice. Do not give lightly. Lavish your love on everyone, even those who wrong you, and indulge in pleasures with them. That is the rule of our people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That would be delightful. Although, my personal favorite is to roast a boar over a fire. It gives it a smoky taste.”
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
"Perhaps we could roast it on a spit and give you a cauldron of gravy to dip it in. That sound good?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That’s a fine way to live, I would say.” Eito traces the Tree of Life, and it glows faintly. “My faith is different in many ways, but similar in many as well.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Let's hear about it, then." He sits down on the ground and notices an obviously ill man, wrapped in bandages, limping toward him. He gestures the man close then lets the leper lean against his soft body.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That sounds pristine. Thank you, Douxgras.”
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
"You are very welcome, Skar. I do very much hope your father doesn't have you smite me. That would be very unfortunate." The two disciples nod in uncomfortable agreement.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Eito casts lesser restoration on the man, shining brightly for a moment, then dimming and gasping slightly. “…it is simply called Kasenin. I may be the only practitioner, though faint memories tell me that it may be practiced in other worlds…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yes. Sometimes…It is a pain to have to follow my father’s every wish. But I do have to, and some part of me hates myself for it.”
Skar grunts and his exoskeleton suddenly cracks like glass. He looks to be in existential pain, but trying not to collapse.
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 man seems to be healed, but he is still frail. The diseased are not treated well in this city. "You have magic... something I lack. Perhaps we could work together? People come to my gatherings, and they listen to my teachings. You could be a guest pastor if you'd like. You could preach Kasenin to the people, or at least its values. Heal the sick."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That’s the thing. Proselytizing is not a major tenet of my faith. The individual epiphany is one of the holiest experiences. Only the desperate should be guided to their revelations. But a partnership sounds not disadvantageous. It would help many people here. My powers are nowhere near as great as they might be, unfortunately.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The disciples catch the kebab as it falls and all three maleficureans jump to their feet. Douxgras is horrified. "I'm sorry, but I must interfere. I do not have the guts to watch you suffer like this." He reaches into his own stomach, smoke pouring out of the wound, then splatters a small amount of black, waxy substance onto Skar. Skar, for as long as this wax remains on him, suffers from Anathemic Secrecy. No planar rulers, including gods, can detect him or use magic to directly interfere with him or divine his location. Servants of that power, however, have free reign.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see. You need not be powerful. You just need to be willing... and have the guts to interfere if need be. There must be something I can give you in return. Even I don't help others purely out of selflessness."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.