After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
*CASEY WOO-HOO!!!*
Damien glances towards the newcomer, face blank. The angel makes a rather explicit remark on Casey's appearance while the devil softly weeps about how misunderstood the floating child must be, his bold personality a mere coping mechanism of his true loneliness and discontent with himself. Damien, still in control of his eyes, rolls them. The devil was always making things deeper then they should be, while the angel made petty remarks on anything he could see. It was honestly an infuriating team to work with.
Casey cracks his knuckles and turns to a tall man, dressed in a cowboy attire with a bandana over his face. You can faintly hear Casey say “I’ll get to uh…crowd work, if ya get my drift.” He then turns around and spots Damien, he appears next to him, in a single arm handstand. “Heya, kid.”
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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
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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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
The man scowls at him under his helmet. He turns and that's when Casey sees the emblem on the back of his cloak. It's faded but unmistakably the generals seal. He limps using his sword as a crutch.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
The man scowls at him under his helmet. He turns and that's when Casey sees the emblem on the back of his cloak. It's faded but unmistakably the generals seal. He limps using his sword as a crutch.
Casey appears in front of him again. “Now hang on just a minute, fella. I’m here to figure out what I need in my act.” From here it is clear that Casey’s left eye is a bright blue, the other is orange.
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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
The man scowls at him under his helmet. He turns and that's when Casey sees the emblem on the back of his cloak. It's faded but unmistakably the generals seal. He limps using his sword as a crutch.
Casey appears in front of him again. “Now hang on just a minute, fella. I’m here to figure out what I need in my act.” From here it is clear that Casey’s left eye is a bright blue, the other is orange.
He grumbles "you need to stay out of my way" and goes to shove him aside.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
The man scowls at him under his helmet. He turns and that's when Casey sees the emblem on the back of his cloak. It's faded but unmistakably the generals seal. He limps using his sword as a crutch.
Casey appears in front of him again. “Now hang on just a minute, fella. I’m here to figure out what I need in my act.” From here it is clear that Casey’s left eye is a bright blue, the other is orange.
He grumbles "you need to stay out of my way" and goes to shove him aside.
Casey floats out of the way. “Ah, lighten up, would ya? If ya let me talk to ya for a minute, I’ll know exactly what I need.”
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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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
The man scowls at him under his helmet. He turns and that's when Casey sees the emblem on the back of his cloak. It's faded but unmistakably the generals seal. He limps using his sword as a crutch.
Casey appears in front of him again. “Now hang on just a minute, fella. I’m here to figure out what I need in my act.” From here it is clear that Casey’s left eye is a bright blue, the other is orange.
He grumbles "you need to stay out of my way" and goes to shove him aside.
Casey floats out of the way. “Ah, lighten up, would ya? If ya let me talk to ya for a minute, I’ll know exactly what I need.”
He pauses watching you. "Fine. What do you need?" He steadies his sword on his shoulder leaning against a wall. He lights a pipe puffing a smoke ring.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
A man in tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
The man scowls at him under his helmet. He turns and that's when Casey sees the emblem on the back of his cloak. It's faded but unmistakably the generals seal. He limps using his sword as a crutch.
Casey appears in front of him again. “Now hang on just a minute, fella. I’m here to figure out what I need in my act.” From here it is clear that Casey’s left eye is a bright blue, the other is orange.
He grumbles "you need to stay out of my way" and goes to shove him aside.
Casey floats out of the way. “Ah, lighten up, would ya? If ya let me talk to ya for a minute, I’ll know exactly what I need.”
He pauses watching you. "Fine. What do you need?" He steadies his sword on his shoulder leaning against a wall. He lights a pipe puffing a smoke ring.
Casey grins. “That’s more like it. I’m just tryna figure out what my audience is gonna want.” His blue eye pierces into the man’s gaze. Looking into his mind.
*Make a DC 21 Wis save, on a fail tell me what act would amuse this man the most.*
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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.
After another hour, the timer in the street clicks to zero, and sure enough, the mass of carriages pulls through the gates of Absit at that very moment. There are dozens of them. Some have animals, some carry people. The very front carriage carrie’s what looks to be the materials to build the main circus tent. They pull into the town square, music blasting from the carriages and many a propel chattering on the horses.
The horses stop when they find a good, open spot. Out of the first carriage leaps a young boy. Abou thirteen. He is dressed in a jester’s outfit, minus the ridiculous hat. His hair is black and messy, his face deathly pale and sickly, but he is grinning wildly. To the townsfolk mild surprise, he is floating and bobbing about 4 feet in the air. He starts calling out and commanding several other circus actors, who start to assemble the tents and acts. The young boy snaps his fingers, and a megaphone appears, floating in front of him. He takes it and turns to the people of Absit.
“Greetings, one and all!” He speaks with an Italian accent. “My name is Casey Santino-Marrow! We appreciate your humble welcome into the town of Absit, under the request of Lord Skar himself! I look forward to putting on a wonderful show for you all! My employees and I will be busy setting up our circus tent for most of the night, but we will be prepared for our show in the morrow!”
The Executioner is, as usual, on a rooftop. Nobody who can even see him know his feelings on this matter, as he stands unflinching and his face is completely obscured.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"I was once like you. Living at the bottom in the gutter. I was once a noble man, before the so-called Saviour came, but I would not turn from the Afterglow's light, so they stripped me and cast me down. But still, I silently worshipped the Afterglow, when many gave up. I fought for what was right. And then, on that fateful day, the afterglow spoke to me. Told me what I must do. He told me that the REAL Usurper, the so-called 'god' known as the saviour, must be stopped and I must bring more good men and women in to the Afterglow's light. But I cannot do that alone. So He sent me to find you, Tumultus. So we can gather more faithful people, and bring the real light back to the world. However, I cannot now show my face t anybody exept the afterglow himself. Will you join me?"
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"I was once like you. Living at the bottom in the gutter. I was once a noble man, before the so-called Saviour came, but I would not turn from the Afterglow's light, so they stripped me and cast me down. But still, I silently worshipped the Afterglow, when many gave up. I fought for what was right. And then, on that fateful day, the afterglow spoke to me. Told me what I must do. He told me that the REAL Usurper, the so-called 'god' known as the saviour, must be stopped and I must bring more good men and women in to the Afterglow's light. But I cannot do that alone. So He sent me to find you, Tumultus. So we can gather more faithful people, and bring the real light back to the world. However, I cannot now show my face t anybody exept the afterglow himself. Will you join me?"
He nods without hesitation. "Yes."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
"I was once like you. Living at the bottom in the gutter. I was once a noble man, before the so-called Saviour came, but I would not turn from the Afterglow's light, so they stripped me and cast me down. But still, I silently worshipped the Afterglow, when many gave up. I fought for what was right. And then, on that fateful day, the afterglow spoke to me. Told me what I must do. He told me that the REAL Usurper, the so-called 'god' known as the saviour, must be stopped and I must bring more good men and women in to the Afterglow's light. But I cannot do that alone. So He sent me to find you, Tumultus. So we can gather more faithful people, and bring the real light back to the world. However, I cannot now show my face to anybody exept the afterglow himself. Will you join me?"
He nods without hesitation. "Yes."
"Good. Our mission will be dangerous. Though we may have a few problems due to this.... circus, or whatever they call it. We must know who to target, and who to avoid. Do you?"
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"I was once like you. Living at the bottom in the gutter. I was once a noble man, before the so-called Saviour came, but I would not turn from the Afterglow's light, so they stripped me and cast me down. But still, I silently worshipped the Afterglow, when many gave up. I fought for what was right. And then, on that fateful day, the afterglow spoke to me. Told me what I must do. He told me that the REAL Usurper, the so-called 'god' known as the saviour, must be stopped and I must bring more good men and women in to the Afterglow's light. But I cannot do that alone. So He sent me to find you, Tumultus. So we can gather more faithful people, and bring the real light back to the world. However, I cannot now show my face to anybody exept the afterglow himself. Will you join me?"
He nods without hesitation. "Yes."
"Good. Our mission will be dangerous. Though we may have a few problems due to this.... circus, or whatever they call it. We must know who to target, and who to avoid. Do you?"
"No, I do not." He awaits to be informed.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
"I was once like you. Living at the bottom in the gutter. I was once a noble man, before the so-called Saviour came, but I would not turn from the Afterglow's light, so they stripped me and cast me down. But still, I silently worshipped the Afterglow, when many gave up. I fought for what was right. And then, on that fateful day, the afterglow spoke to me. Told me what I must do. He told me that the REAL Usurper, the so-called 'god' known as the saviour, must be stopped and I must bring more good men and women in to the Afterglow's light. But I cannot do that alone. So He sent me to find you, Tumultus. So we can gather more faithful people, and bring the real light back to the world. However, I cannot now show my face to anybody exept the afterglow himself. Will you join me?"
He nods without hesitation. "Yes."
"Good. Our mission will be dangerous. Though we may have a few problems due to this.... circus, or whatever they call it. We must know who to target, and who to avoid. Do you?"
"No, I do not." He awaits to be informed.
"Then what would be your best guess?" The executioner's tone suggests he thinks Tumultus knows something.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"I was once like you. Living at the bottom in the gutter. I was once a noble man, before the so-called Saviour came, but I would not turn from the Afterglow's light, so they stripped me and cast me down. But still, I silently worshipped the Afterglow, when many gave up. I fought for what was right. And then, on that fateful day, the afterglow spoke to me. Told me what I must do. He told me that the REAL Usurper, the so-called 'god' known as the saviour, must be stopped and I must bring more good men and women in to the Afterglow's light. But I cannot do that alone. So He sent me to find you, Tumultus. So we can gather more faithful people, and bring the real light back to the world. However, I cannot now show my face to anybody exept the afterglow himself. Will you join me?"
He nods without hesitation. "Yes."
"Good. Our mission will be dangerous. Though we may have a few problems due to this.... circus, or whatever they call it. We must know who to target, and who to avoid. Do you?"
"No, I do not." He awaits to be informed.
"Then what would be your best guess?" The executioner's tone suggests he thinks Tumultus knows something.
"Well, avoid Skar, obviously. If he's in one tavern, we go to the other. Same goes for all the other knights. Who we talking to eludes me."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Casey cracks his knuckles and turns to a tall man, dressed in a cowboy attire with a bandana over his face. You can faintly hear Casey say “I’ll get to uh…crowd work, if ya get my drift.” He then turns around and spots Damien, he appears next to him, in a single arm handstand. “Heya, kid.”
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 tattered cloak and broken armor watches from the shadows. His helmet obscures his face. He leans on his shattered blade, grumbling to himself.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
The man also heard Casey say that he’s doing crowd work. He then appears directly in front of the man, sitting cross legged in the air and grinning wildly. “Evening, sir.”
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 scowls at him under his helmet. He turns and that's when Casey sees the emblem on the back of his cloak. It's faded but unmistakably the generals seal. He limps using his sword as a crutch.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
Casey appears in front of him again. “Now hang on just a minute, fella. I’m here to figure out what I need in my act.” From here it is clear that Casey’s left eye is a bright blue, the other is orange.
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 grumbles "you need to stay out of my way" and goes to shove him aside.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
Casey floats out of the way. “Ah, lighten up, would ya? If ya let me talk to ya for a minute, I’ll know exactly what I need.”
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 pauses watching you. "Fine. What do you need?" He steadies his sword on his shoulder leaning against a wall. He lights a pipe puffing a smoke ring.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
Casey grins. “That’s more like it. I’m just tryna figure out what my audience is gonna want.” His blue eye pierces into the man’s gaze. Looking into his mind.
*Make a DC 21 Wis save, on a fail tell me what act would amuse this man the most.*
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 Executioner is, as usual, on a rooftop. Nobody who can even see him know his feelings on this matter, as he stands unflinching and his face is completely obscured.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
Tumultus is praying. (Or listening to the Executioner, if EJO is online)
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*I am. Let me find the post*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Ello?*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
He nods without hesitation. "Yes."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Good. Our mission will be dangerous. Though we may have a few problems due to this.... circus, or whatever they call it. We must know who to target, and who to avoid. Do you?"
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"No, I do not." He awaits to be informed.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Then what would be your best guess?" The executioner's tone suggests he thinks Tumultus knows something.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"Well, avoid Skar, obviously. If he's in one tavern, we go to the other. Same goes for all the other knights. Who we talking to eludes me."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*gtg for 10 mins*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ