He struggles to his feet and staggers over, clutching his bulging gut. His arms and legs seem to be very long and thin and yet he is very dense around the middle. His head is bear of any hair and white smoke billows out of his mouth with every breath. He wears simple, white clothing that doesn't seem to fit him very well anymore. "Hello... hello... ma'am..."
A Aarakocra Crow thaws out and stumbles around a bit. After about a minute the realize they weren't where the were before the fell asleep. Not having a clue where they were or what they were doing there they decide to look around to see if anyone else was around.
*Lil bit a lore most of it is my regular character lore then a bit of it will be added for this. Glad to be able to get to learn to rp and learn more on dnd. Cause this game changes fast, and I still don't know everything*
In the secluded Aarakocra village nestled amidst the towering trees, there lived a solitary crow, known simply as Shadow. Born amidst strange circumstances, he was the only one of his kind in the village. His feathers shimmered like the darkest night, and his piercing eyes held a depth that seemed to peer into the very soul of anyone who met his gaze. From a young age, Shadow displayed an strange ability to communicate with spirits that roamed the other realm, a gift that both intrigued and unsettled his fellow villagers. Despite his inherent connection to the unseen, he longed for acceptance and understanding from those around him. Shadow was mostly shunned because of his abilities. The village elder always kept a close eye on him, making sure there were no malicious spirits treating the village. The village elder made a spot for Shadow where he could interact with these spirits outside of the public eye. Shadow was mostly enjoying his life. But Shadow's life took a dark turn when a tragic event befell his village. A malevolent force, born from a artifact hidden deep within the village's sacred grounds, began to manifest, its ominous presence haunting Shadow's every step. The artifact, once revered as a symbol of protection, had become corrupted over time, unleashing its sinister influence upon the village. Haunted by this tragedy and burdened by the weight of his unique abilities, Shadow sought solace and guidance. In his darkest hour, he found an unlikely ally in the form of a fiendish entity, masquerading as a benevolent patron. This fiend whispered promises of power and protection, offering to aid Shadow in banishing the malevolent force that plagued him. Desperate for redemption and resolution, Shadow struck a pact with the fiend, unaware of its true nature and sinister intentions. With each invocation of eldritch magic, Shadow felt the fiend's influence grow stronger, intertwining with the malevolent force that haunted him. After making the pact, Shadow set off when he noticed something, a poster for a ship. He thought that he might be able to find something to help him on it not realizing that he would be cryogenically frozen.
You can find me on forum games almost any day. Thanks to Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer, I make things that should not exist. I also play as a Dragonborn monk.
Beware! I am Master of the Staff, fear me with passion!
I'm back from the dead! For now.
I'm going to befriend a crow. No-one will stop me.
RP wise I don't really have much time on my hands so I'll try.
He struggles to his feet and staggers over, clutching his bulging gut. His arms and legs seem to be very long and thin and yet he is very dense around the middle. His head is bear of any hair and white smoke billows out of his mouth with every breath. He wears simple, white clothing that doesn't seem to fit him very well anymore. "Hello... hello... ma'am..."
She is silent.
He stands there, shivering for a moment, "Oh no... Oh no no no. Please ma'am." he reaches out to shake her with hands as cold as ice. "Please wake up. I'm awake so you should be awake."
He struggles to his feet and staggers over, clutching his bulging gut. His arms and legs seem to be very long and thin and yet he is very dense around the middle. His head is bear of any hair and white smoke billows out of his mouth with every breath. He wears simple, white clothing that doesn't seem to fit him very well anymore. "Hello... hello... ma'am..."
She is silent.
He stands there, shivering for a moment, "Oh no... Oh no no no. Please ma'am." he reaches out to shake her with hands as cold as ice. "Please wake up. I'm awake so you should be awake."
as he shakes her, he can feel her tense up. "what?" she says groggily.
She sees a gaunt face with cold, gray skin looking down on her from above, "Thank goodness -- you're alive. Why -- why are we the only ones out?"
He grunts, "You're too tired and I'm too hungry. Too hungry and too cold." He shivers and he pulls his long arms to his shoulders, "Are you supposed to be this cold afterwords?"
He grunts, "You're too tired and I'm too hungry. Too hungry and too cold." He shivers and he pulls his long arms to his shoulders, "Are you supposed to be this cold afterwords?"
"I don't know, i stopped feeling it a while ago"
He sits back silently for awhile, "Who were -- are you? Before this, I mean."
"I was a single mom. I had a daughter. she didn't come with me"
"Oh, well she must be long gone then." He groans and clutches his stomach, "I'm sorry, that is very insensitive. Does your stomach hurt any? I thought it was hunger, but it feels more like a stomach ache."
A.I.D.E.N.W is sitting at a table, bothering someone who isn’t there, going on and on about “Reasons to be miserable.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"I was a single mom. I had a daughter. she didn't come with me"
"Oh, well she must be long gone then." He groans and clutches his stomach, "I'm sorry, that is very insensitive. Does your stomach hurt any? I thought it was hunger, but it feels more like a stomach ache."
"I don't think so"
"Huh," He winces a looks back at the chamber he came out of. Shattered ice lays scattered across the ground and he gazes at the remains with a strange look in his eye.
“You know something that might help my stomach ache? Maybe… the ice?” He moves towards the shattered ice of his chamber and picks up some of the pieces, crunching them loudly in his teeth.
The plant creature looks at the half-elf. He lightly kicks her to see if she is alive.
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
He struggles to his feet and staggers over, clutching his bulging gut. His arms and legs seem to be very long and thin and yet he is very dense around the middle. His head is bear of any hair and white smoke billows out of his mouth with every breath. He wears simple, white clothing that doesn't seem to fit him very well anymore. "Hello... hello... ma'am..."
A Aarakocra Crow thaws out and stumbles around a bit. After about a minute the realize they weren't where the were before the fell asleep. Not having a clue where they were or what they were doing there they decide to look around to see if anyone else was around.
*Lil bit a lore most of it is my regular character lore then a bit of it will be added for this. Glad to be able to get to learn to rp and learn more on dnd. Cause this game changes fast, and I still don't know everything*
In the secluded Aarakocra village nestled amidst the towering trees, there lived a solitary crow, known simply as Shadow. Born amidst strange circumstances, he was the only one of his kind in the village. His feathers shimmered like the darkest night, and his piercing eyes held a depth that seemed to peer into the very soul of anyone who met his gaze. From a young age, Shadow displayed an strange ability to communicate with spirits that roamed the other realm, a gift that both intrigued and unsettled his fellow villagers. Despite his inherent connection to the unseen, he longed for acceptance and understanding from those around him. Shadow was mostly shunned because of his abilities. The village elder always kept a close eye on him, making sure there were no malicious spirits treating the village. The village elder made a spot for Shadow where he could interact with these spirits outside of the public eye. Shadow was mostly enjoying his life. But Shadow's life took a dark turn when a tragic event befell his village. A malevolent force, born from a artifact hidden deep within the village's sacred grounds, began to manifest, its ominous presence haunting Shadow's every step. The artifact, once revered as a symbol of protection, had become corrupted over time, unleashing its sinister influence upon the village. Haunted by this tragedy and burdened by the weight of his unique abilities, Shadow sought solace and guidance. In his darkest hour, he found an unlikely ally in the form of a fiendish entity, masquerading as a benevolent patron. This fiend whispered promises of power and protection, offering to aid Shadow in banishing the malevolent force that plagued him. Desperate for redemption and resolution, Shadow struck a pact with the fiend, unaware of its true nature and sinister intentions. With each invocation of eldritch magic, Shadow felt the fiend's influence grow stronger, intertwining with the malevolent force that haunted him. After making the pact, Shadow set off when he noticed something, a poster for a ship. He thought that he might be able to find something to help him on it not realizing that he would be cryogenically frozen.
You can find me on forum games almost any day. Thanks to Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer, I make things that should not exist. I also play as a Dragonborn monk.
Beware! I am Master of the Staff, fear me with passion!
I'm back from the dead! For now.
I'm going to befriend a crow. No-one will stop me.
RP wise I don't really have much time on my hands so I'll try.
Happy 2024!
He stands there, shivering for a moment, "Oh no... Oh no no no. Please ma'am." he reaches out to shake her with hands as cold as ice. "Please wake up. I'm awake so you should be awake."
She sees a gaunt face with cold, gray skin looking down on her from above, "Thank goodness -- you're alive. Why -- why are we the only ones out?"
He grunts, "You're too tired and I'm too hungry. Too hungry and too cold." He shivers and he pulls his long arms to his shoulders, "Are you supposed to be this cold afterwords?"
He sits back silently for awhile, "Who were -- are you? Before this, I mean."
"Oh, well she must be long gone then." He groans and clutches his stomach, "I'm sorry, that is very insensitive. Does your stomach hurt any? I thought it was hunger, but it feels more like a stomach ache."
A.I.D.E.N.W is sitting at a table, bothering someone who isn’t there, going on and on about “Reasons to be miserable.”
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
"Huh," He winces a looks back at the chamber he came out of. Shattered ice lays scattered across the ground and he gazes at the remains with a strange look in his eye.
“You know something that might help my stomach ache? Maybe… the ice?” He moves towards the shattered ice of his chamber and picks up some of the pieces, crunching them loudly in his teeth.