*Cut. I think it would actually be awesome if she instinctively became an animal that could live for hundreds of years.*
FOR PHOENIX’S EYES ONLY
She remembers a world of near darkness. Illuminated dimly by a fragment of something powerful. She remembers a simpler time where there were no peasants or rich folk. The final thing she remembers is…a tree. A massive tree, in the center of the civilization. She recant remember why it was there, but she knows it was the first of it’s kind.
*hehe Phoenix?* *also what should she say? I’m drawing a blank on what to continue with…*
*Deny that it’s a faulty memory*
“It is not faulty. I remember it because I am a spitting image of my mother. And my dear brother… how could I ever forget him?”
“…You may wish to speak to Sedzia about this matter.”
She considers this. “ maybe I will.”
“Although, making an audience with Sedzia is no small feat.”
*Cut. I think it would actually be awesome if she instinctively became an animal that could live for hundreds of years.*
FOR PHOENIX’S EYES ONLY
She remembers a world of near darkness. Illuminated dimly by a fragment of something powerful. She remembers a simpler time where there were no peasants or rich folk. The final thing she remembers is…a tree. A massive tree, in the center of the civilization. She recant remember why it was there, but she knows it was the first of it’s kind.
*hehe Phoenix?* *also what should she say? I’m drawing a blank on what to continue with…*
*Deny that it’s a faulty memory*
“It is not faulty. I remember it because I am a spitting image of my mother. And my dear brother… how could I ever forget him?”
“…You may wish to speak to Sedzia about this matter.”
She considers this. “ maybe I will.”
“Although, making an audience with Sedzia is no small feat.”
“And how would one get such an audience?”
Reqka walks up to phoenix's character *I forget their name*
*Back. Reqka is still being blocked into the tavern.*
”Sedzia is a very busy woman. I suggest possibly finding a way to meet her for work.”
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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.
*Cut. I think it would actually be awesome if she instinctively became an animal that could live for hundreds of years.*
FOR PHOENIX’S EYES ONLY
She remembers a world of near darkness. Illuminated dimly by a fragment of something powerful. She remembers a simpler time where there were no peasants or rich folk. The final thing she remembers is…a tree. A massive tree, in the center of the civilization. She recant remember why it was there, but she knows it was the first of it’s kind.
*hehe Phoenix?* *also what should she say? I’m drawing a blank on what to continue with…*
*Deny that it’s a faulty memory*
“It is not faulty. I remember it because I am a spitting image of my mother. And my dear brother… how could I ever forget him?”
“…You may wish to speak to Sedzia about this matter.”
She considers this. “ maybe I will.”
“Although, making an audience with Sedzia is no small feat.”
“And how would one get such an audience?”
Reqka walks up to phoenix's character *I forget their name*
"Help! Skar is hunting me and Atlas down!"
*her name is Yena* she would bite her lip, not forgetting earlier. Her eyes glow a bit and look like a birds “run to the hills. To the-“ she coughs. Her eyes return to normal and she starts to shake a bit. “I don’t know how to help. I am sorry.”
*Kraus can hear it too, and evidently understands it! The text is still impossible to read without Eyes of the Rune Keeper, though.*
Douxgras begins to boil the perogies. "So, where are you from, Mr. Kraus? I originate from here, but I've been in the untamed wilderness most of my life."
He listens to the book before turning his attention back to Douxgras "I am unsure of my origins. I have brands on my back that suggest I was passed around as a guard by houses but my last memory is walking the streets, searching for you." He said quietly.
"Hmm... I hope you do not forget about me. That could make later reunions awkward." He chuckles. "But the fact that you were branded, enslaved by the houses... it concerns me. I doubt they would leave a healthy and well-trained lout like you unattended. People like you can be very dangerous when you set your minds to something, look for meaning. My guess is that you were too intelligent or kind for their purposes. Possibly both."
"I am a tool, nothing more or less. I was made for defending and for serving." He said, his voice eeriely monotone "Having feelings when someone is in danger or when someone is attacking could destroy everything that person has worked for. Having feelings is good for some, allows them to lead others, but for others, it is a barrier from being the best you can be."
"But you sought someone worth protecting and serving. A simple tool does not care about who wields it; it simply does what it is told and nothing else. You, man, are no tool. You may have cut out your emotions, but you have the dregs of purpose-seeking within you. You have honor, something I myself have never had. That shows discipline, and discipline means strength. Despite my outward actions, I am a greedy, selfish animal at heart. You are not. Leverage that. Without emotion, there is no discipline. Leave some soul left in you, and guard it. It may be a handicap, but without it you will grow soft. Think of your emotions as training weights."
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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.
*Kraus can hear it too, and evidently understands it! The text is still impossible to read without Eyes of the Rune Keeper, though.*
Douxgras begins to boil the perogies. "So, where are you from, Mr. Kraus? I originate from here, but I've been in the untamed wilderness most of my life."
He listens to the book before turning his attention back to Douxgras "I am unsure of my origins. I have brands on my back that suggest I was passed around as a guard by houses but my last memory is walking the streets, searching for you." He said quietly.
"Hmm... I hope you do not forget about me. That could make later reunions awkward." He chuckles. "But the fact that you were branded, enslaved by the houses... it concerns me. I doubt they would leave a healthy and well-trained lout like you unattended. People like you can be very dangerous when you set your minds to something, look for meaning. My guess is that you were too intelligent or kind for their purposes. Possibly both."
"I am a tool, nothing more or less. I was made for defending and for serving." He said, his voice eeriely monotone "Having feelings when someone is in danger or when someone is attacking could destroy everything that person has worked for. Having feelings is good for some, allows them to lead others, but for others, it is a barrier from being the best you can be."
"But you sought someone worth protecting and serving. A simple tool does not care about who wields it; it simply does what it is told and nothing else. You, man, are no tool. You may have cut out your emotions, but you have the dregs of purpose-seeking within you. You have honor, something I myself have never had. That shows discipline, and discipline means strength. Despite my outward actions, I am a greedy, selfish animal at heart. You are not. Leverage that. Without emotion, there is no discipline. Leave some soul left in you, and guard it. It may be a handicap, but without it you will grow soft. Think of your emotions as training weights."
He thinks, his eyes closing behind his mask. "I do not like feeling, it leads me down a rabbit hole of what might've happened to me in a past life that I can no longer remember." He said and drummed his fingers on the hilt of his cleavers, tracing the wood carvings of scarring wire that wrapped around it. "But perhaps you are right, even if I do not want to admit it out loud."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Back. Reqka is still being blocked into the tavern.*
”Sedzia is a very busy woman. I suggest possibly finding a way to meet her for work.”
“And what work would you suggest?”
Skar laughs. “I haven’t the faintest clue! It’s been ages since I talked to Sedzia. I have been on duty.”
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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.
hmm... I could duck under him- or if I have to fight- no, I couldn't fight a god- If I scream out for help in celestial- someone will help
Reqka’s body starts to grow heavy. Her vision starts to brighten.
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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.
*Back. Reqka is still being blocked into the tavern.*
”Sedzia is a very busy woman. I suggest possibly finding a way to meet her for work.”
“And what work would you suggest?”
Skar laughs. “I haven’t the faintest clue! It’s been ages since I talked to Sedzia. I have been on duty.”
“Hmmmm” she is lost in thought again.
“For now, I suggest you find a room at The Shrew’s Inn. Possibly you could find a job at Bilzo’s, the chefs there often are called to cook or the knights.”
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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.
hmm... I could duck under him- or if I have to fight- no, I couldn't fight a god- If I scream out for help in celestial- someone will help
Reqka’s body starts to grow heavy. Her vision starts to brighten.
"what is- happening- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Reqka is breathing heavily and tears drip from their eyes- the tears shining golden
"what is with this- w-wha-water- in- m-yyyyyyyyyyy- I-eyes-zzzzzz...?"
Skar tilts his head. The pressure increases slightly. “I wasn’t aware your kind’s tears are golden.”
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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.
*Back. Reqka is still being blocked into the tavern.*
”Sedzia is a very busy woman. I suggest possibly finding a way to meet her for work.”
“And what work would you suggest?”
Skar laughs. “I haven’t the faintest clue! It’s been ages since I talked to Sedzia. I have been on duty.”
“Hmmmm” she is lost in thought again.
“For now, I suggest you find a room at The Shrew’s Inn. Possibly you could find a job at Bilzo’s, the chefs there often are called to cook or the knights.”
She brightens at this. Remembering when she was a child the pies she would make with her Mother. “I think that will be just fine.”
*Back. Reqka is still being blocked into the tavern.*
”Sedzia is a very busy woman. I suggest possibly finding a way to meet her for work.”
“And what work would you suggest?”
Skar laughs. “I haven’t the faintest clue! It’s been ages since I talked to Sedzia. I have been on duty.”
“Hmmmm” she is lost in thought again.
“For now, I suggest you find a room at The Shrew’s Inn. Possibly you could find a job at Bilzo’s, the chefs there often are called to cook or the knights.”
She brightens at this. Remembering when she was a child the pies she would make with her Mother. “I think that will be just fine.”
“I warn you though, Bilzo will not take just any commoner off the street. You’re lucky he’s back in town, he left early to arrive here before my brother. He is Serveo’s personal chef.”
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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.
"But you sought someone worth protecting and serving. A simple tool does not care about who wields it; it simply does what it is told and nothing else. You, man, are no tool. You may have cut out your emotions, but you have the dregs of purpose-seeking within you. You have honor, something I myself have never had. That shows discipline, and discipline means strength. Despite my outward actions, I am a greedy, selfish animal at heart. You are not. Leverage that. Without emotion, there is no discipline. Leave some soul left in you, and guard it. It may be a handicap, but without it you will grow soft. Think of your emotions as training weights."
He thinks, his eyes closing behind his mask. "I do not like feeling, it leads me down a rabbit hole of what might've happened to me in a past life that I can no longer remember." He said and drummed his fingers on the hilt of his cleavers, tracing the wood carvings of scarring wire that wrapped around it. "But perhaps you are right, even if I do not want to admit it out loud."
"Many truths are hard to face. I had to face that I am but a single man. I have no grand power. I cannot face down a god, nor their armies. But I can do little things, and those are the things that count the most. For the want of a nail, you could lose a whole kingdom, so what would reversing that equation give you?"
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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.
*Back. Reqka is still being blocked into the tavern.*
”Sedzia is a very busy woman. I suggest possibly finding a way to meet her for work.”
“And what work would you suggest?”
Skar laughs. “I haven’t the faintest clue! It’s been ages since I talked to Sedzia. I have been on duty.”
“Hmmmm” she is lost in thought again.
“For now, I suggest you find a room at The Shrew’s Inn. Possibly you could find a job at Bilzo’s, the chefs there often are called to cook or the knights.”
She brightens at this. Remembering when she was a child the pies she would make with her Mother. “I think that will be just fine.”
“I warn you though, Bilzo will not take just any commoner off the street. You’re lucky he’s back in town, he left early to arrive here before my brother. He is Serveo’s personal chef.”
hmm... I could duck under him- or if I have to fight- no, I couldn't fight a god- If I scream out for help in celestial- someone will help
Reqka’s body starts to grow heavy. Her vision starts to brighten.
"what is- happening- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Reqka is breathing heavily and tears drip from their eyes- the tears shining golden
"what is with this- w-wha-water- in- m-yyyyyyyyyyy- I-eyes-zzzzzz...?"
Skar tilts his head. The pressure increases slightly. “I wasn’t aware your kind’s tears are golden.”
Reqka's eyes turn gold for a bit. In Celestial and Common at the same time: "<I AM AN AASIMAR- FORGOTEN IN THE ARCTIC- I DARE YOU TO DEFIE ME!!!>"
then they snap back to normal. "what- happened?"
“You spoke as if you could command me, now I plan to crush your bones.”
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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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“And how would one get such an audience?”
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Reqka walks up to phoenix's character *I forget their name*
"Help! Skar is hunting me and Atlas down!"
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.
*Back. Reqka is still being blocked into the tavern.*
”Sedzia is a very busy woman. I suggest possibly finding a way to meet her for work.”
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
*her name is Yena*
she would bite her lip, not forgetting earlier. Her eyes glow a bit and look like a birds “run to the hills. To the-“ she coughs. Her eyes return to normal and she starts to shake a bit. “I don’t know how to help. I am sorry.”
*also you walked up to me and Skar lol*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
“And what work would you suggest?”
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"But you sought someone worth protecting and serving. A simple tool does not care about who wields it; it simply does what it is told and nothing else. You, man, are no tool. You may have cut out your emotions, but you have the dregs of purpose-seeking within you. You have honor, something I myself have never had. That shows discipline, and discipline means strength. Despite my outward actions, I am a greedy, selfish animal at heart. You are not. Leverage that. Without emotion, there is no discipline. Leave some soul left in you, and guard it. It may be a handicap, but without it you will grow soft. Think of your emotions as training weights."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thoughts: I am so dead, unless...
For mindreaders only:
hmm... I could duck under him- or if I have to fight- no, I couldn't fight a god- If I scream out for help in celestial- someone will help
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.
He thinks, his eyes closing behind his mask. "I do not like feeling, it leads me down a rabbit hole of what might've happened to me in a past life that I can no longer remember." He said and drummed his fingers on the hilt of his cleavers, tracing the wood carvings of scarring wire that wrapped around it. "But perhaps you are right, even if I do not want to admit it out loud."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Skar laughs. “I haven’t the faintest clue! It’s been ages since I talked to Sedzia. I have been on duty.”
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’s body starts to grow heavy. Her vision starts to brighten.
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
“Hmmmm” she is lost in thought again.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
“For now, I suggest you find a room at The Shrew’s Inn. Possibly you could find a job at Bilzo’s, the chefs there often are called to cook or the knights.”
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
"what is- happening- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Reqka is breathing heavily and tears drip from their eyes- the tears shining golden
"what is with this- w-wha-water- in- m-yyyyyyyyyyy- I-eyes-zzzzzz...?"
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.
Skar tilts his head. The pressure increases slightly. “I wasn’t aware your kind’s tears are golden.”
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
She brightens at this. Remembering when she was a child the pies she would make with her Mother. “I think that will be just fine.”
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Reqka's eyes turn gold for a bit. In Celestial and Common at the same time: "<I AM AN AASIMAR- FORGOTEN IN THE ARCTIC- I DARE YOU TO DEFIE ME!!!>"
then they snap back to normal. "what- happened?"
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 warn you though, Bilzo will not take just any commoner off the street. You’re lucky he’s back in town, he left early to arrive here before my brother. He is Serveo’s personal chef.”
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
"Many truths are hard to face. I had to face that I am but a single man. I have no grand power. I cannot face down a god, nor their armies. But I can do little things, and those are the things that count the most. For the want of a nail, you could lose a whole kingdom, so what would reversing that equation give you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hmmm okay thank you for the warning.”
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
“You spoke as if you could command me, now I plan to crush your bones.”
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