The hooves of a centaur ring out on the cobblestones of the street. The horse-man wears a leather shirt, and a pale cloak made of loosely woven strands which hangs from his shoulders and flows down his back. Long strands of mycelium also grow entwined in his beard, and mushroom antlers rise up over his heavy-browed eyes. A basket full of morels is held in his hands.
He stops and turns his hooded gaze to the ground. He leans down to better observe a small crack in the cobblestone at his hooves.
A carriage appears from somewhere, gilded in gold and painted with the crushed paint of black opals. The door opens quietly, golden sparkling smoke pouring out. An older man, around 60 or so, steps out.
He is dressed in full butlers outfit, fitted with a gold colored tie. His skin is ashy grey, barely the color of a living thing. His eyes are bright gold, like coins. He has a glittering cigarette pinched between his painted lips. He holds out a hand and helps out a young child from inside the carriage.
She is dressed in similar attire but it seems a bit more like priest's robes. She carries a large book in one arm. She beams brightly at the man "Thank you Richard!" She chirps, her blonde hair falling in her eyes a bit.
He nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Just remember what you are meant to learn here."
A carriage appears from somewhere, gilded in gold and painted with the crushed paint of black opals. The door opens quietly, golden sparkling smoke pouring out. An older man, around 60 or so, steps out.
He is dressed in full butlers outfit, fitted with a gold colored tie. His skin is ashy grey, barely the color of a living thing. His eyes are bright gold, like coins. He has a glittering cigarette pinched between his painted lips. He holds out a hand and helps out a young child from inside the carriage.
She is dressed in similar attire but it seems a bit more like priest's robes. She carries a large book in one arm. She beams brightly at the man "Thank you Richard!" She chirps, her blonde hair falling in her eyes a bit.
He nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Just remember what you are meant to learn here."
A carriage appears from somewhere, gilded in gold and painted with the crushed paint of black opals. The door opens quietly, golden sparkling smoke pouring out. An older man, around 60 or so, steps out.
He is dressed in full butlers outfit, fitted with a gold colored tie. His skin is ashy grey, barely the color of a living thing. His eyes are bright gold, like coins. He has a glittering cigarette pinched between his painted lips. He holds out a hand and helps out a young child from inside the carriage.
She is dressed in similar attire but it seems a bit more like priest's robes. She carries a large book in one arm. She beams brightly at the man "Thank you Richard!" She chirps, her blonde hair falling in her eyes a bit.
He nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Just remember what you are meant to learn here."
Cinellis watches from far away, wincing slightly from all the reflected light. Her wounds from the chainsaw devil fight are bandaged, and she seems bitter.
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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.
Koji walks up to Cin. His distorted voice calls out to her. “Excuse me, I saw you fight the demon as well, but I never learned your name.”
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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.
Koji walks up to Cin. His distorted voice calls out to her. “Excuse me, I saw you fight the demon as well, but I never learned your name.”
“Cinellis Mahut Ennix. Or just Cin.”
He bows. “Greetings. How are your injuries?”
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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.
Koji walks up to Cin. His distorted voice calls out to her. “Excuse me, I saw you fight the demon as well, but I never learned your name.”
“Cinellis Mahut Ennix. Or just Cin.”
He bows. “Greetings. How are your injuries?”
“Healing.”
“Glad to hear that. My name is Kojima, you can call me Koji.”
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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 carriage appears from somewhere, gilded in gold and painted with the crushed paint of black opals. The door opens quietly, golden sparkling smoke pouring out. An older man, around 60 or so, steps out.
He is dressed in full butlers outfit, fitted with a gold colored tie. His skin is ashy grey, barely the color of a living thing. His eyes are bright gold, like coins. He has a glittering cigarette pinched between his painted lips. He holds out a hand and helps out a young child from inside the carriage.
She is dressed in similar attire but it seems a bit more like priest's robes. She carries a large book in one arm. She beams brightly at the man "Thank you Richard!" She chirps, her blonde hair falling in her eyes a bit.
He nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Just remember what you are meant to learn here."
Cinellis watches from far away, wincing slightly from all the reflected light. Her wounds from the chainsaw devil fight are bandaged, and she seems bitter.
Richard snaps his head to the side, eyes narrowing. He doesn't address them, rather placing a clawed hand on the child's head. "Be good... Well, be as good as you can be."
She nods, bright golden eyes glittering. She walks into the town as Richard disappears along with the carriage.
A carriage appears from somewhere, gilded in gold and painted with the crushed paint of black opals. The door opens quietly, golden sparkling smoke pouring out. An older man, around 60 or so, steps out.
He is dressed in full butlers outfit, fitted with a gold colored tie. His skin is ashy grey, barely the color of a living thing. His eyes are bright gold, like coins. He has a glittering cigarette pinched between his painted lips. He holds out a hand and helps out a young child from inside the carriage.
She is dressed in similar attire but it seems a bit more like priest's robes. She carries a large book in one arm. She beams brightly at the man "Thank you Richard!" She chirps, her blonde hair falling in her eyes a bit.
He nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Just remember what you are meant to learn here."
Cinellis watches from far away, wincing slightly from all the reflected light. Her wounds from the chainsaw devil fight are bandaged, and she seems bitter.
Richard snaps his head to the side, eyes narrowing. He doesn't address them, rather placing a clawed hand on the child's head. "Be good... Well, be as good as you can be."
She nods, bright golden eyes glittering. She walks into the town as Richard disappears along with the carriage.
Cin continues watching detachedly.
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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.
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
*an order of the mutant bloodhunter that can kill only get his mutagen effects from downing them in a drink but they taste horrible and hates doing it so his whole reason for being here is to find a way to make a mutagens not taste horrible*
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
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*This place looks awesome. I'll try to join soon.*
The hooves of a centaur ring out on the cobblestones of the street. The horse-man wears a leather shirt, and a pale cloak made of loosely woven strands which hangs from his shoulders and flows down his back. Long strands of mycelium also grow entwined in his beard, and mushroom antlers rise up over his heavy-browed eyes. A basket full of morels is held in his hands.
He stops and turns his hooded gaze to the ground. He leans down to better observe a small crack in the cobblestone at his hooves.
*so, imma be honest, idk what system is in play. Like is it purely steam punk, is magic allowed, can I use other forms of tinkering?*
*You can use whatever you want, really. Maybe not sci-fi stuff.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A carriage appears from somewhere, gilded in gold and painted with the crushed paint of black opals. The door opens quietly, golden sparkling smoke pouring out. An older man, around 60 or so, steps out.
He is dressed in full butlers outfit, fitted with a gold colored tie. His skin is ashy grey, barely the color of a living thing. His eyes are bright gold, like coins. He has a glittering cigarette pinched between his painted lips. He holds out a hand and helps out a young child from inside the carriage.
She is dressed in similar attire but it seems a bit more like priest's robes. She carries a large book in one arm. She beams brightly at the man "Thank you Richard!" She chirps, her blonde hair falling in her eyes a bit.
He nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Just remember what you are meant to learn here."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Richard has a child? That's adorable*
Cinellis watches from far away, wincing slightly from all the reflected light. Her wounds from the chainsaw devil fight are bandaged, and she seems bitter.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Koji walks up to Cin. His distorted voice calls out to her. “Excuse me, I saw you fight the demon as well, but I never learned your name.”
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
“Cinellis Mahut Ennix. Or just Cin.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He bows. “Greetings. How are your injuries?”
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
“Healing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Glad to hear that. My name is Kojima, you can call me Koji.”
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
“I will.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*[ties my child to a post]*
*I've given them a gun and the name of a late English man. I wish you the best of luck*
Richard snaps his head to the side, eyes narrowing. He doesn't address them, rather placing a clawed hand on the child's head. "Be good... Well, be as good as you can be."
She nods, bright golden eyes glittering. She walks into the town as Richard disappears along with the carriage.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Cin continues watching detachedly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just got an awesome idea for a character*
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
*do tell*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I demand knowledge :>*
*an order of the mutant bloodhunter that can kill only get his mutagen effects from downing them in a drink but they taste horrible and hates doing it so his whole reason for being here is to find a way to make a mutagens not taste horrible*
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet