Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"
“I was cast from ivoried towers by a false messiah. My blood leaks out. I am spent. I need to rest. 私は辛抱強く主を待ちました。それから彼は私のほうに身を乗り出し、私の叫び声を聞きました。私は罰を受けました。Allow me this mercy, Teacher.” Uncovering their face, the person is revealed to have an oni-like face, or at least the outline of one over their velvety skin. Their eyes are wide and paranoid, but oddly bright.
Douxgras stays silent. His checkered cookbook does not. "Thy will be done, thy kingdom come. We are working on making things better for people like you. A better world is better for us, right?"
“Like… me? I am not like any, Teacher. I am no greatness, nor am I a weakness. I am myself, small and alone. Nothing better, nothing worse. All same. Not a god, not a devil. Myself is who I am.” The person absentmindedly fiddles with the saber.
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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.
"You are a very useful tool. Remember, you are not just his sword, but his eyes and ears. Not all protection is immediate, and not all threats are physical. Look for those that mean him harm. Even if you fear reprimand, you can do it between orders. He never has to know."
Kraus takes a deep breath in and then out, repeating to himself "I am worthy, I am bright, I am good." about three times before nodding "Quite sorry.. A book like you probably has better things to do rather than listen to me rant and rave."
"Worry not, Mr. Kraus! Your work brings a better world, and a better world needs people like you to protect it. As you say, you are more than WORTHY of your title and the people around you, you will shine BRIGHT as a star when polished, and you are working as the ultimate GOOD for your master and the people you serve. You will be rewarded, and I want to be here to see it."
He sighs and nods "I suppose but those doubts still riddle my mind..." He says and heaves the carcasses over his shoulder with ease "If I passed around by houses, am I really worthy of protecting him till I die? Or because I was passed around like a toy that I deserve to only die in a gutter like a rat because I wasn't good enough?"
A wicked chuckle. "Then you'd best work on improving now, haven't you? Much to do, much to do. If you do not see yourself as worthy, then you are not. But you have sworn yourself to our student. Chin up, you horrible lout. The training weights are doing their job properly. You grow stronger by the minute, I swear it."
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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 takes his hand off his blade and places it onto his hip. “He can certainly try. I cannot say my father will be necessarily happy, and if orders to put a drop to it, there is nothing I can do but obey him.”
He narrows his eyes ".. I have nothing against you or your house or your father but I will defend him if you father hurts him."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"
“I was cast from ivoried towers by a false messiah. My blood leaks out. I am spent. I need to rest. 私は辛抱強く主を待ちました。それから彼は私のほうに身を乗り出し、私の叫び声を聞きました。私は罰を受けました。Allow me this mercy, Teacher.” Uncovering their face, the person is revealed to have an oni-like face, or at least the outline of one over their velvety skin. Their eyes are wide and paranoid, but oddly bright.
Douxgras stays silent. His checkered cookbook does not. "Thy will be done, thy kingdom come. We are working on making things better for people like you. A better world is better for us, right?"
“Like… me? I am not like any, Teacher. I am no greatness, nor am I a weakness. I am myself, small and alone. Nothing better, nothing worse. All same. Not a god, not a devil. Myself is who I am.” The person absentmindedly fiddles with the saber.
"If you are strong, serve the weak. If you are weak, allow yourself help. If you are neither, then you are useless to us. Chin up, child. Choose your side, or waste away like the rot you claim to be." Douxgras looks a bit upset at the harsh words but doesn't contradict them.
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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 takes his hand off his blade and places it onto his hip. “He can certainly try. I cannot say my father will be necessarily happy, and if orders to put a drop to it, there is nothing I can do but obey him.”
He narrows his eyes ".. I have nothing against you or your house or your father but I will defend him if you father hurts him."
“My friend, I am afraid there could be nothing you could do.” Serveo stretches out his arms. “I have not stretched my arms in ages, would you like to spar?”
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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 a very useful tool. Remember, you are not just his sword, but his eyes and ears. Not all protection is immediate, and not all threats are physical. Look for those that mean him harm. Even if you fear reprimand, you can do it between orders. He never has to know."
Kraus takes a deep breath in and then out, repeating to himself "I am worthy, I am bright, I am good." about three times before nodding "Quite sorry.. A book like you probably has better things to do rather than listen to me rant and rave."
"Worry not, Mr. Kraus! Your work brings a better world, and a better world needs people like you to protect it. As you say, you are more than WORTHY of your title and the people around you, you will shine BRIGHT as a star when polished, and you are working as the ultimate GOOD for your master and the people you serve. You will be rewarded, and I want to be here to see it."
He sighs and nods "I suppose but those doubts still riddle my mind..." He says and heaves the carcasses over his shoulder with ease "If I passed around by houses, am I really worthy of protecting him till I die? Or because I was passed around like a toy that I deserve to only die in a gutter like a rat because I wasn't good enough?"
A wicked chuckle. "Then you'd best work on improving now, haven't you? Much to do, much to do. If you do not see yourself as worthy, then you are not. But you have sworn yourself to our student. Chin up, you horrible lout. The training weights are doing their job properly. You grow stronger by the minute, I swear it."
He nods and takes a deep breath in "My life is not mine, I do not choose how it will go. I will defend him till I die. I will follow his word, I will serve at his feet. Gods and Mortals cannot stop me." He says.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"
“I was cast from ivoried towers by a false messiah. My blood leaks out. I am spent. I need to rest. 私は辛抱強く主を待ちました。それから彼は私のほうに身を乗り出し、私の叫び声を聞きました。私は罰を受けました。Allow me this mercy, Teacher.” Uncovering their face, the person is revealed to have an oni-like face, or at least the outline of one over their velvety skin. Their eyes are wide and paranoid, but oddly bright.
Douxgras stays silent. His checkered cookbook does not. "Thy will be done, thy kingdom come. We are working on making things better for people like you. A better world is better for us, right?"
“Like… me? I am not like any, Teacher. I am no greatness, nor am I a weakness. I am myself, small and alone. Nothing better, nothing worse. All same. Not a god, not a devil. Myself is who I am.” The person absentmindedly fiddles with the saber.
"If you are strong, serve the weak. If you are weak, allow yourself help. If you are neither, then you are useless to us. Chin up, child. Choose your side, or waste away like the rot you claim to be." Douxgras looks a bit upset at the harsh words but doesn't contradict them.
“I do not stand on either side. I dance on the edge.” The person stands, flipping the saber in midair and pointing it at the book. “A riddle. You stand at one corner of a square, and your destination is the point in the opposite corner of that square. The square is flat, and you can only travel along the edge of the sides. The square is one meter long on each side, and you are traveling at a set pace. However, one way is faster. How?”
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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.
*Somebody tell me when there's a good time to intro a character.Not now though.*
*Whenever is fine. Probably just before the circus gets here.*
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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 takes his hand off his blade and places it onto his hip. “He can certainly try. I cannot say my father will be necessarily happy, and if orders to put a drop to it, there is nothing I can do but obey him.”
He narrows his eyes ".. I have nothing against you or your house or your father but I will defend him if you father hurts him."
“My friend, I am afraid there could be nothing you could do.” Serveo stretches out his arms. “I have not stretched my arms in ages, would you like to spar?”
He pulls out his cleaver and nods "Nothing would make me happier."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods and takes a deep breath in "My life is not mine, I do not choose how it will go. I will defend him till I die. I will follow his word, I will serve at his feet. Gods and Mortals cannot stop me." He says.
"...Yes... You will serve our student well... Now, back to work with ye. There is space still left to carve out for your master. When the time comes, you will be rewarded, just as Douxgras was. Your virtues are strong, and will only grow stronger."
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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.
Gwyn nods. "Yes, sir." She produces a small emblem from her satchel- the crest of Pallidus's army infantry- showing it to Skar momentarily before placing it back in the satchel.
“So, for what reason were you sent to Absit?”
Gwyn hesitates for a moment, before sighing. "I... was forced to relinquish my position, sir."
He nods. “I am assuming you stood against the king. Come, have a drink with me, and tell me your story.”
"I- Thank you, sir." Gwyn gets up, following Skar to wherever he intends for them to discuss the matter.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Serveo takes his hand off his blade and places it onto his hip. “He can certainly try. I cannot say my father will be necessarily happy, and if orders to put a drop to it, there is nothing I can do but obey him.”
He narrows his eyes ".. I have nothing against you or your house or your father but I will defend him if you father hurts him."
“My friend, I am afraid there could be nothing you could do.” Serveo stretches out his arms. “I have not stretched my arms in ages, would you like to spar?”
He pulls out his cleaver and nods "Nothing would make me happier."
Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. “Would you like the first strike?”
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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 nods and takes a deep breath in "My life is not mine, I do not choose how it will go. I will defend him till I die. I will follow his word, I will serve at his feet. Gods and Mortals cannot stop me." He says.
"...Yes... You will serve our student well... Now, back to work with ye. There is space still left to carve out for your master. When the time comes, you will be rewarded, just as Douxgras was. Your virtues are strong, and will only grow stronger."
He nods and goes to find Douxgras, stained head to toe in animal bile and blood. He sets the carcasses down for him and bows.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"
“I was cast from ivoried towers by a false messiah. My blood leaks out. I am spent. I need to rest. 私は辛抱強く主を待ちました。それから彼は私のほうに身を乗り出し、私の叫び声を聞きました。私は罰を受けました。Allow me this mercy, Teacher.” Uncovering their face, the person is revealed to have an oni-like face, or at least the outline of one over their velvety skin. Their eyes are wide and paranoid, but oddly bright.
Douxgras stays silent. His checkered cookbook does not. "Thy will be done, thy kingdom come. We are working on making things better for people like you. A better world is better for us, right?"
“Like… me? I am not like any, Teacher. I am no greatness, nor am I a weakness. I am myself, small and alone. Nothing better, nothing worse. All same. Not a god, not a devil. Myself is who I am.” The person absentmindedly fiddles with the saber.
"If you are strong, serve the weak. If you are weak, allow yourself help. If you are neither, then you are useless to us. Chin up, child. Choose your side, or waste away like the rot you claim to be." Douxgras looks a bit upset at the harsh words but doesn't contradict them.
“I do not stand on either side. I dance on the edge.” The person stands, flipping the saber in midair and pointing it at the book. “A riddle. You stand at one corner of a square, and your destination is the point in the opposite corner of that square. The square is flat, and you can only travel along the edge of the sides. The square is one meter long on each side, and you are traveling at a set pace. However, one way is faster. How?”
"Anything flat can be bent. Anything in order can be broken. Anything holy can be defiled. It is a simple riddle. The square is either imperfect already, or it can be bent to make it imperfect."
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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 takes his hand off his blade and places it onto his hip. “He can certainly try. I cannot say my father will be necessarily happy, and if orders to put a drop to it, there is nothing I can do but obey him.”
He narrows his eyes ".. I have nothing against you or your house or your father but I will defend him if you father hurts him."
“My friend, I am afraid there could be nothing you could do.” Serveo stretches out his arms. “I have not stretched my arms in ages, would you like to spar?”
He pulls out his cleaver and nods "Nothing would make me happier."
Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. “Would you like the first strike?”
He grins behind his mask and launched himself forwards.
Hit: 28 Damage 9
Hit: 13 Damage 12
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Gwyn nods. "Yes, sir." She produces a small emblem from her satchel- the crest of Pallidus's army infantry- showing it to Skar momentarily before placing it back in the satchel.
“So, for what reason were you sent to Absit?”
Gwyn hesitates for a moment, before sighing. "I... was forced to relinquish my position, sir."
He nods. “I am assuming you stood against the king. Come, have a drink with me, and tell me your story.”
"I- Thank you, sir." Gwyn gets up, following Skar to wherever he intends for them to discuss the matter.
Skar leads her to The Drunken Gem and orders several pints of drinks for Gwyn and a barrel of rum for himself.
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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.
A man in a cloak walks into the town of Absit. His black hair and ebony skin contrasting with his white clothes. Blood stained his robes as it could be seen he was clearly injured. His pointed ears showing that he was at least partially Elven in descent. His eyes were a crimson as if he has some sanguine past or abilities. He faces the most difficult choice of his life. Drink his lemonade now or later.
*Rebirth*
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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.
Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"
“I was cast from ivoried towers by a false messiah. My blood leaks out. I am spent. I need to rest. 私は辛抱強く主を待ちました。それから彼は私のほうに身を乗り出し、私の叫び声を聞きました。私は罰を受けました。Allow me this mercy, Teacher.” Uncovering their face, the person is revealed to have an oni-like face, or at least the outline of one over their velvety skin. Their eyes are wide and paranoid, but oddly bright.
Douxgras stays silent. His checkered cookbook does not. "Thy will be done, thy kingdom come. We are working on making things better for people like you. A better world is better for us, right?"
“Like… me? I am not like any, Teacher. I am no greatness, nor am I a weakness. I am myself, small and alone. Nothing better, nothing worse. All same. Not a god, not a devil. Myself is who I am.” The person absentmindedly fiddles with the saber.
"If you are strong, serve the weak. If you are weak, allow yourself help. If you are neither, then you are useless to us. Chin up, child. Choose your side, or waste away like the rot you claim to be." Douxgras looks a bit upset at the harsh words but doesn't contradict them.
“I do not stand on either side. I dance on the edge.” The person stands, flipping the saber in midair and pointing it at the book. “A riddle. You stand at one corner of a square, and your destination is the point in the opposite corner of that square. The square is flat, and you can only travel along the edge of the sides. The square is one meter long on each side, and you are traveling at a set pace. However, one way is faster. How?”
"Anything flat can be bent. Anything in order can be broken. Anything holy can be defiled. It is a simple riddle. The square is either imperfect already, or it can be bent to make it imperfect."
The wisps of light floating off of this person grow denser and brighter. “NO! You show foolishness in your physical way of thought! This is the first of many questions. To challenge thought and make one abandon their old form of mind. I will start anew here. Rebuild what the Liar destroys. You can show me nothing, Teacher.”
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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.
Serveo takes his hand off his blade and places it onto his hip. “He can certainly try. I cannot say my father will be necessarily happy, and if orders to put a drop to it, there is nothing I can do but obey him.”
He narrows his eyes ".. I have nothing against you or your house or your father but I will defend him if you father hurts him."
“My friend, I am afraid there could be nothing you could do.” Serveo stretches out his arms. “I have not stretched my arms in ages, would you like to spar?”
He pulls out his cleaver and nods "Nothing would make me happier."
Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. “Would you like the first strike?”
He grins behind his mask and launched himself forwards.
Hit: 28 Damage 9
Hit: 13 Damage 12
The first attack clips Serveo, the second he dodged easily. “You are a fast one!”
He swings twice, his greatsword vibrates and flies with godly power. To Hit: 3629 Damage for both hits is an automatic 12.
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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.
TRON LIVES
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“Like… me? I am not like any, Teacher. I am no greatness, nor am I a weakness. I am myself, small and alone. Nothing better, nothing worse. All same. Not a god, not a devil. Myself is who I am.” The person absentmindedly fiddles with the saber.
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 wicked chuckle. "Then you'd best work on improving now, haven't you? Much to do, much to do. If you do not see yourself as worthy, then you are not. But you have sworn yourself to our student. Chin up, you horrible lout. The training weights are doing their job properly. You grow stronger by the minute, I swear it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He narrows his eyes ".. I have nothing against you or your house or your father but I will defend him if you father hurts him."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"If you are strong, serve the weak. If you are weak, allow yourself help. If you are neither, then you are useless to us. Chin up, child. Choose your side, or waste away like the rot you claim to be." Douxgras looks a bit upset at the harsh words but doesn't contradict them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“My friend, I am afraid there could be nothing you could do.” Serveo stretches out his arms. “I have not stretched my arms in ages, would you like to spar?”
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
He nods and takes a deep breath in "My life is not mine, I do not choose how it will go. I will defend him till I die. I will follow his word, I will serve at his feet. Gods and Mortals cannot stop me." He says.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Somebody tell me when there's a good time to intro a character.Not now though.*
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
“I do not stand on either side. I dance on the edge.” The person stands, flipping the saber in midair and pointing it at the book. “A riddle. You stand at one corner of a square, and your destination is the point in the opposite corner of that square. The square is flat, and you can only travel along the edge of the sides. The square is one meter long on each side, and you are traveling at a set pace. However, one way is faster. How?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Whenever is fine. Probably just before the circus gets here.*
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
He pulls out his cleaver and nods "Nothing would make me happier."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"...Yes... You will serve our student well... Now, back to work with ye. There is space still left to carve out for your master. When the time comes, you will be rewarded, just as Douxgras was. Your virtues are strong, and will only grow stronger."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Serveo unsheathes his greatsword. “Would you like the first strike?”
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
He nods and goes to find Douxgras, stained head to toe in animal bile and blood. He sets the carcasses down for him and bows.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Anything flat can be bent. Anything in order can be broken. Anything holy can be defiled. It is a simple riddle. The square is either imperfect already, or it can be bent to make it imperfect."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He grins behind his mask and launched himself forwards.
Hit: 28 Damage 9
Hit: 13 Damage 12
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Skar leads her to The Drunken Gem and orders several pints of drinks for Gwyn and a barrel of rum for himself.
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 man in a cloak walks into the town of Absit. His black hair and ebony skin contrasting with his white clothes. Blood stained his robes as it could be seen he was clearly injured. His pointed ears showing that he was at least partially Elven in descent. His eyes were a crimson as if he has some sanguine past or abilities. He faces the most difficult choice of his life. Drink his lemonade now or later.
*Rebirth*
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
The wisps of light floating off of this person grow denser and brighter. “NO! You show foolishness in your physical way of thought! This is the first of many questions. To challenge thought and make one abandon their old form of mind. I will start anew here. Rebuild what the Liar destroys. You can show me nothing, Teacher.”
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 first attack clips Serveo, the second he dodged easily. “You are a fast one!”
He swings twice, his greatsword vibrates and flies with godly power. To Hit: 36 29 Damage for both hits is an automatic 12.
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