Nestled within the heart of the town of Blair, lies a quaint tavern constructed from weathered, dark wood. Its exterior seamlessly blends with the surrounding deep woods, creating an illusion of a shadowy enclave rather than a typical place of refuge. The tavern's rustic charm and unassuming appearance beckon travelers and locals alike to seek solace within its walls.
Lantern lights, fashioned from handcrafted iron and adorned with intricate patterns, cast an eerie warm glow over the overgrown stone path that leads up to its front door. The route itself is lined with small, delicate wildflowers, their petals glistening with dew in the early morning light. As visitors approach, they are met with the sight of a large iron knocker, meticulously designed in the shape of a skull with smoky quartz planted into its eye sockets. The knocker, a work of art in itself, is surrounded by intricate carvings of ancient symbols, hinting at the tavern's mysterious past.
Upon reaching the door, visitors are greeted by the scent of freshly baked cinnamon bread mingled with the faint underlying odor of rotting flesh. The door, weathered and worn from years of use, creaks open on well-oiled hinges, revealing a warm, inviting interior. The tavern's interior is adorned with hand-carved wooden furniture, each piece bearing the marks of skilled craftsmanship and centuries of use. The walls have eyes carved into them intricately as if they are staring into the souls of those who walk by. The fireplace holds a crackling dying fire that is mostly embers at this point. Each table has a black candle in a silvery, skeletal hand-shaped holder that is lit by a blue flame.
At the counter beside a staircase that is nestled in the corner. A black-furred Tabaxi with eyes missing from her skull, just deep sunken sockets is playing a game of dice against a small impish creature that keeps trying to eat said dice. She wears an off-the-shoulder purple dress with a black corset around her middle. The closer you get, you notice her looking up at you despite the lack of eyes.
"Weel weel! keek wha traivelt in! aboot ye shawed up!" She chirped and grinned.
The impish creature swallows one of the dice and then crawls up her arm and around her shoulder like a lazy cat.
"Someone awready paid fur yer room! paid fur a' body's room 'ere actually!" She said, holding up a small black cloth sack filled with sapphires, and placing them in her dress pocket "Yer room is upby" she pointed to the staircase and produced a single key attached to a woven reed ring "Hawp ye hae a guid bade 'ere, dinnae mynd th' spirits."
(-RULES-)
1. DO NOT START A FIGHT YOU CAN'T WIN. There is no protective field here like other taverns. If you die, you die. You can be revived or resurrected but, if you arent, you become a spirit that roams the tavern or the town.
2. If there are issues with a player or character, take it to PM's.
3. Please keep sexual encounters to the fade to black rule or take it to PM's as well.
4. Gore is allowed here. This is not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach.
5. No OP of God characters. Level 20 will be the limit. Things just arent fun when a character can oneshot others.
6. Once you have read the rules, in your first post please write the word 'Hallow's Eve'
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*What a spookalicious tavern for this Hallow's Eve*
*Mui Gracias*
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*What a wonderfully spooky setting! And just in time for Hallow's Eve! While I don't have a character at the moment, I definitely want to join in on the fun once I do!*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*What a wonderfully spooky setting! And just in time for Hallow's Eve! While I don't have a character at the moment, I definitely want to join in on the fun once I do!*
*:D*
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
The door to the tavern slowly creaks open as a tall figure slips inside. They wear a long grey coat that hangs to their ankles which faintly billows behind them as they walk, the sound of talons tapping against the floorboards with each step. Their head is mostly obscured by a hood and the shadow it makes, though a long thin beak like that of a crane extends out from that darkness. A hunting bow and a leather-bound quiver of arrows are slung across their back, and a small satchel rests at their side. They look around the tavern, intrigued.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The door to the tavern slowly creaks open as a tall figure slips inside. They wear a long grey coat that hangs to their ankles which faintly billows behind them as they walk, the sound of talons tapping against the floorboards with each step. Their head is mostly obscured by a hood and the shadow it makes, though a long thin beak like that of a crane extends out from that darkness. A hunting bow and a leather-bound quiver of arrows are slung across their back, and a small satchel rests at their side. They look around the tavern, intrigued.
The tabaxi snaps their head around and grins "I smell a new fellow!" She says, her tail swaying back and forth.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
The door to the tavern slowly creaks open as a tall figure slips inside. They wear a long grey coat that hangs to their ankles which faintly billows behind them as they walk, the sound of talons tapping against the floorboards with each step. Their head is mostly obscured by a hood and the shadow it makes, though a long thin beak like that of a crane extends out from that darkness. A hunting bow and a leather-bound quiver of arrows are slung across their back, and a small satchel rests at their side. They look around the tavern, intrigued.
The tabaxi snaps their head around and grins "I smell a new fellow!" She says, her tail swaying back and forth.
"Ah, hello there." They turn to face the counter. "I'm new to here, and was hoping to book a room for a while."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The door to the tavern slowly creaks open as a tall figure slips inside. They wear a long grey coat that hangs to their ankles which faintly billows behind them as they walk, the sound of talons tapping against the floorboards with each step. Their head is mostly obscured by a hood and the shadow it makes, though a long thin beak like that of a crane extends out from that darkness. A hunting bow and a leather-bound quiver of arrows are slung across their back, and a small satchel rests at their side. They look around the tavern, intrigued.
The tabaxi snaps their head around and grins "I smell a new fellow!" She says, her tail swaying back and forth.
"Ah, hello there." They turn to face the counter. "I'm new to here, and was hoping to book a room for a while."
She grins madly and throws them a key from behind the desk "Don't worry about payment, someone told me ye be coming!"
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
The door to the tavern slowly creaks open as a tall figure slips inside. They wear a long grey coat that hangs to their ankles which faintly billows behind them as they walk, the sound of talons tapping against the floorboards with each step. Their head is mostly obscured by a hood and the shadow it makes, though a long thin beak like that of a crane extends out from that darkness. A hunting bow and a leather-bound quiver of arrows are slung across their back, and a small satchel rests at their side. They look around the tavern, intrigued.
The tabaxi snaps their head around and grins "I smell a new fellow!" She says, her tail swaying back and forth.
"Ah, hello there." They turn to face the counter. "I'm new to here, and was hoping to book a room for a while."
She grins madly and throws them a key from behind the desk "Don't worry about payment, someone told me ye be coming!"
They catch the key with a clawed hand. "Well ain't that convenient. Thank you kindly." They almost walk off before stopping.
"Say, has there been any activity of the... monstrous sort in these woods?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The door to the tavern slowly creaks open as a tall figure slips inside. They wear a long grey coat that hangs to their ankles which faintly billows behind them as they walk, the sound of talons tapping against the floorboards with each step. Their head is mostly obscured by a hood and the shadow it makes, though a long thin beak like that of a crane extends out from that darkness. A hunting bow and a leather-bound quiver of arrows are slung across their back, and a small satchel rests at their side. They look around the tavern, intrigued.
The tabaxi snaps their head around and grins "I smell a new fellow!" She says, her tail swaying back and forth.
"Ah, hello there." They turn to face the counter. "I'm new to here, and was hoping to book a room for a while."
She grins madly and throws them a key from behind the desk "Don't worry about payment, someone told me ye be coming!"
They catch the key with a clawed hand. "Well ain't that convenient. Thank you kindly." They almost walk off before stopping.
"Say, has there been any activity of the... monstrous sort in these woods?"
"Of course there has, this place wouldn't be the way it is without it." She chuckles and pets the imp creature.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
"So the rumors are true..." They mutter to themselves, before turning back to the counter. "Me and a few of my pals came out here for a bounty, but I think I got split from the group. You haven't had a Davenport or an Eliza pass through here recently, have you?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"So the rumors are true..." They mutter to themselves, before turning back to the counter. "Me and a few of my pals came out here for a bounty, but I think I got split from the group. You haven't had a Davenport or an Eliza pass through here recently, have you?"
"Not yet lad, been just me and Samaritan, but he lives upstairs, don't bother the bloke." She warns and grins.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*What a wonderful place to find on this hallow's eve. Perhaps this shall be a time of repreave*
*I'm excited to see all manner of ghoul, i find this concept pretty cool*
*Much thanks for the rhymes."*
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*What a wonderful place to find on this hallow's eve. Perhaps this shall be a time of repreave*
*I'm excited to see all manner of ghoul, i find this concept pretty cool*
*Much thanks for the rhymes."*
*I'm very festive feeling heh :3*
*eheheheheheheheheheheheheh*
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*GREAT HALLOW’S EVE THIS LOOKS AMAZING IM GONNA MAKE A CHARACTER RIGHT NOW*
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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.
Amidst the voices of the tavern and the rustling of the trees, an odd creaking sound of rusty metal carries across the wind. It resonates from the darkness, several hundred feet way. As the sound gets closer, it becomes more clear, and now resembles the beat of slow footsteps.
A figure emerges from the darkness. A young and very pale man with ratty black hair that has grown to his ears. He resembles an early victorian era man, with defined cheekbones, deep green eyes, and blueing lips. The man is practically just skin and bones, except that there are several openings on his body that reveal him to be even less than skin and bones. There is a large gash on the left side of his torso, revealing a frail metal skeleton frame. The man shows no pain from the large gaping wound in his side, however there is another wound on his leg that reveals a rusty, piston-like contraption that acts as his upper thigh. This wound gives him a slight limp and he winced slightly when he steps, but makes no vocal sounds. The rusty metal skeleton scraping together is the source of the odd noise.
The young man is dressed in a tight, white leather suit with an excessive amount of buckles and belts. His hands are concealed by two bronze gauntlets. He limps at a slow pace towards the tavern in no rush. His face shows nearly zero emotion besides the occasional wince.
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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.
Nestled within the heart of the town of Blair, lies a quaint tavern constructed from weathered, dark wood. Its exterior seamlessly blends with the surrounding deep woods, creating an illusion of a shadowy enclave rather than a typical place of refuge. The tavern's rustic charm and unassuming appearance beckon travelers and locals alike to seek solace within its walls.
Lantern lights, fashioned from handcrafted iron and adorned with intricate patterns, cast an eerie warm glow over the overgrown stone path that leads up to its front door. The route itself is lined with small, delicate wildflowers, their petals glistening with dew in the early morning light. As visitors approach, they are met with the sight of a large iron knocker, meticulously designed in the shape of a skull with smoky quartz planted into its eye sockets. The knocker, a work of art in itself, is surrounded by intricate carvings of ancient symbols, hinting at the tavern's mysterious past.
Upon reaching the door, visitors are greeted by the scent of freshly baked cinnamon bread mingled with the faint underlying odor of rotting flesh. The door, weathered and worn from years of use, creaks open on well-oiled hinges, revealing a warm, inviting interior. The tavern's interior is adorned with hand-carved wooden furniture, each piece bearing the marks of skilled craftsmanship and centuries of use. The walls have eyes carved into them intricately as if they are staring into the souls of those who walk by. The fireplace holds a crackling dying fire that is mostly embers at this point. Each table has a black candle in a silvery, skeletal hand-shaped holder that is lit by a blue flame.
At the counter beside a staircase that is nestled in the corner. A black-furred Tabaxi with eyes missing from her skull, just deep sunken sockets is playing a game of dice against a small impish creature that keeps trying to eat said dice. She wears an off-the-shoulder purple dress with a black corset around her middle. The closer you get, you notice her looking up at you despite the lack of eyes.
"Weel weel! keek wha traivelt in! aboot ye shawed up!" She chirped and grinned.
The impish creature swallows one of the dice and then crawls up her arm and around her shoulder like a lazy cat.
"Someone awready paid fur yer room! paid fur a' body's room 'ere actually!" She said, holding up a small black cloth sack filled with sapphires, and placing them in her dress pocket "Yer room is upby" she pointed to the staircase and produced a single key attached to a woven reed ring "Hawp ye hae a guid bade 'ere, dinnae mynd th' spirits."
(-RULES-)
1. DO NOT START A FIGHT YOU CAN'T WIN. There is no protective field here like other taverns. If you die, you die. You can be revived or resurrected but, if you arent, you become a spirit that roams the tavern or the town.
2. If there are issues with a player or character, take it to PM's.
3. Please keep sexual encounters to the fade to black rule or take it to PM's as well.
4. Gore is allowed here. This is not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach.
5. No OP of God characters. Level 20 will be the limit. Things just arent fun when a character can oneshot others.
6. Once you have read the rules, in your first post please write the word 'Hallow's Eve'
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*What a spookalicious tavern for this Hallow's Eve*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Mui Gracias*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*What a wonderfully spooky setting! And just in time for Hallow's Eve! While I don't have a character at the moment, I definitely want to join in on the fun once I do!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*:D*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*Alrighty, character is ready!*
The door to the tavern slowly creaks open as a tall figure slips inside. They wear a long grey coat that hangs to their ankles which faintly billows behind them as they walk, the sound of talons tapping against the floorboards with each step. Their head is mostly obscured by a hood and the shadow it makes, though a long thin beak like that of a crane extends out from that darkness. A hunting bow and a leather-bound quiver of arrows are slung across their back, and a small satchel rests at their side. They look around the tavern, intrigued.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The tabaxi snaps their head around and grins "I smell a new fellow!" She says, her tail swaying back and forth.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
"Ah, hello there." They turn to face the counter. "I'm new to here, and was hoping to book a room for a while."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She grins madly and throws them a key from behind the desk "Don't worry about payment, someone told me ye be coming!"
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
They catch the key with a clawed hand. "Well ain't that convenient. Thank you kindly." They almost walk off before stopping.
"Say, has there been any activity of the... monstrous sort in these woods?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Of course there has, this place wouldn't be the way it is without it." She chuckles and pets the imp creature.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
"So the rumors are true..." They mutter to themselves, before turning back to the counter. "Me and a few of my pals came out here for a bounty, but I think I got split from the group. You haven't had a Davenport or an Eliza pass through here recently, have you?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Not yet lad, been just me and Samaritan, but he lives upstairs, don't bother the bloke." She warns and grins.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*What a wonderful place to find on this hallow's eve. Perhaps this shall be a time of repreave*
*I'm excited to see all manner of ghoul, i find this concept pretty cool*
*Much thanks for the rhymes."*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*I'm very festive feeling heh :3*
*eheheheheheheheheheheheheh*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*GREAT HALLOW’S EVE THIS LOOKS AMAZING IM GONNA MAKE A CHARACTER RIGHT NOW*
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.
Amidst the voices of the tavern and the rustling of the trees, an odd creaking sound of rusty metal carries across the wind. It resonates from the darkness, several hundred feet way. As the sound gets closer, it becomes more clear, and now resembles the beat of slow footsteps.
A figure emerges from the darkness. A young and very pale man with ratty black hair that has grown to his ears. He resembles an early victorian era man, with defined cheekbones, deep green eyes, and blueing lips. The man is practically just skin and bones, except that there are several openings on his body that reveal him to be even less than skin and bones. There is a large gash on the left side of his torso, revealing a frail metal skeleton frame. The man shows no pain from the large gaping wound in his side, however there is another wound on his leg that reveals a rusty, piston-like contraption that acts as his upper thigh. This wound gives him a slight limp and he winced slightly when he steps, but makes no vocal sounds. The rusty metal skeleton scraping together is the source of the odd noise.
The young man is dressed in a tight, white leather suit with an excessive amount of buckles and belts. His hands are concealed by two bronze gauntlets. He limps at a slow pace towards the tavern in no rush. His face shows nearly zero emotion besides the occasional wince.
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.
*what a splendiforous Hallows Eve this shall be!*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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