A man enters the tavern. He wears a fancy black robe, carries a brutal-looking dark-steel staff and generally looks evil.His greyish skin is covered with strange, arcane marks and a metal pendant wrought in the shape of a broken skull grasped by a claw hangs from his neck. He looks around, mutters something, and walks toward the counter.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
A man enters the tavern. He wears a fancy black robe, carries a brutal-looking dark-steel staff and generally looks evil.His greyish skin is covered with strange, arcane marks and a metal pendant wrought in the shape of a broken skull grasped by a claw hangs from his neck. He looks around, mutters something, and walks toward the counter.
The Tabaxi sniffs the air and grins madly, turning her head to meet him "Why hello!"
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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
She grins madly and shakes his hand with him not even prompting to hold it out. "Ye came just in time lad!" She says and tilts her head "Me name is Agatha, pleasure to meet ye Donny."
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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
She grins madly and shakes his hand with him not even prompting to hold it out. "Ye came just in time lad!" She says and tilts her head "Me name is Agatha, pleasure to meet ye Donny."
He looks simply overwhelmed and nods nervously when she shakes his hand. His bronze gauntlets are frigid to the touch. “Er…In time for what?”
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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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
She grins madly and shakes his hand with him not even prompting to hold it out. "Ye came just in time lad!" She says and tilts her head "Me name is Agatha, pleasure to meet ye Donny."
He looks simply overwhelmed and nods nervously when she shakes his hand. His bronze gauntlets are frigid to the touch. “Er…In time for what?”
"Some welpish mate just bought you a room!" She laughs and hands him a key
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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
She grins madly and shakes his hand with him not even prompting to hold it out. "Ye came just in time lad!" She says and tilts her head "Me name is Agatha, pleasure to meet ye Donny."
He looks simply overwhelmed and nods nervously when she shakes his hand. His bronze gauntlets are frigid to the touch. “Er…In time for what?”
"Some welpish mate just bought you a room!" She laughs and hands him a key
“Oh.” He takes the key. “Make sure to thank them for me.” He cautiously enters the tavern and removes his gauntlets, revealing his hands to be made completely of razor sharp metal scraps. All in all, he looks almost like an unfinished sketch.
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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 man enters the tavern. He wears a fancy black robe, carries a brutal-looking dark-steel staff and generally looks evil.His greyish skin is covered with strange, arcane marks and a metal pendant wrought in the shape of a broken skull grasped by a claw hangs from his neck. He looks around, mutters something, and walks toward the counter.
The Tabaxi sniffs the air and grins madly, turning her head to meet him "Why hello!"
"I understand that someone has already booked my accommodation?" he says, his voice uninterested.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a knife, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
She grins madly and shakes his hand with him not even prompting to hold it out. "Ye came just in time lad!" She says and tilts her head "Me name is Agatha, pleasure to meet ye Donny."
He looks simply overwhelmed and nods nervously when she shakes his hand. His bronze gauntlets are frigid to the touch. “Er…In time for what?”
"Some welpish mate just bought you a room!" She laughs and hands him a key
“Oh.” He takes the key. “Make sure to thank them for me.” He cautiously enters the tavern and removes his gauntlets, revealing his hands to be made completely of razor sharp metal scraps. All in all, he looks almost like an unfinished sketch.
She chuckles "Careful upstairs lad, Samaritan is up there an he is right mean to those who disturb 'im." She says.
A man enters the tavern. He wears a fancy black robe, carries a brutal-looking dark-steel staff and generally looks evil.His greyish skin is covered with strange, arcane marks and a metal pendant wrought in the shape of a broken skull grasped by a claw hangs from his neck. He looks around, mutters something, and walks toward the counter.
The Tabaxi sniffs the air and grins madly, turning her head to meet him "Why hello!"
"I understand that someone has already booked my accommodation?" he says, his voice uninterested.
She nods and fishes around in a cabinet for a key, handing it to him.
With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a knife, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
Tha tabaxi grins and sniffs the air "Motor oil perhaps? hm... Anywhoozle, yes actually. Someone already got you a key love!" She cackles and fetches a key on an iron ring.
With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a blade, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
Tha tabaxi grins and sniffs the air "Motor oil perhaps? hm... Anywhoozle, yes actually. Someone already got you a key love!" She cackles and fetches a key on an iron ring.
The girl, with a nod, gently thrusts her arm upwards as one of her "companions" floats over to gently grab the key. It's a wonder of machination, truly, a children's toy with enough dexterity to pick up and hold a key... along with its legendary "sword"... a shaving knife. It's strangely cute. "Yes, and copious amounts of it. The dolls need it to keep their joints slick." She nods, the toy propulsing itself back in her direction and halting in the hair. "Thank you, Sigurd." She smiles, turning her attention back to the innkeep. "I apologize for the smell."
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a blade, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
Tha tabaxi grins and sniffs the air "Motor oil perhaps? hm... Anywhoozle, yes actually. Someone already got you a key love!" She cackles and fetches a key on an iron ring.
The girl, with a nod, gently thrusts her arm upwards as one of her "companions" floats over to gently grab the key. It's a wonder of machination, truly, a children's toy with enough dexterity to pick up and hold a key... along with its legendary "sword"... a shaving knife. It's strangely cute. "Yes, and copious amounts of it. The dolls need it to keep their joints slick." She nods, the toy propulsing itself back in her direction and halting in the hair. "Thank you, Sigurd." She smiles, turning her attention back to the innkeep. "I apologize for the smell."
"Bah, don't mind it a bit lass. Better than burnt fur and rotting flesh." She waved a hand
With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a blade, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
Tha tabaxi grins and sniffs the air "Motor oil perhaps? hm... Anywhoozle, yes actually. Someone already got you a key love!" She cackles and fetches a key on an iron ring.
The girl, with a nod, gently thrusts her arm upwards as one of her "companions" floats over to gently grab the key. It's a wonder of machination, truly, a children's toy with enough dexterity to pick up and hold a key... along with its legendary "sword"... a shaving knife. It's strangely cute. "Yes, and copious amounts of it. The dolls need it to keep their joints slick." She nods, the toy propulsing itself back in her direction and halting in the hair. "Thank you, Sigurd." She smiles, turning her attention back to the innkeep. "I apologize for the smell."
"Bah, don't mind it a bit lass. Better than burnt fur and rotting flesh." She waved a hand
The girl shrugs her shoulders, slipping the key into her pocket. "Wonderful. I wonder, may I slot in three more guests? I wish to have friends for the holiday, and they need their own beds, no? If you can, put their names under "Alice Guignol", unless you wish for me to explicitly give you their titles."
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a blade, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
Tha tabaxi grins and sniffs the air "Motor oil perhaps? hm... Anywhoozle, yes actually. Someone already got you a key love!" She cackles and fetches a key on an iron ring.
The girl, with a nod, gently thrusts her arm upwards as one of her "companions" floats over to gently grab the key. It's a wonder of machination, truly, a children's toy with enough dexterity to pick up and hold a key... along with its legendary "sword"... a shaving knife. It's strangely cute. "Yes, and copious amounts of it. The dolls need it to keep their joints slick." She nods, the toy propulsing itself back in her direction and halting in the hair. "Thank you, Sigurd." She smiles, turning her attention back to the innkeep. "I apologize for the smell."
"Bah, don't mind it a bit lass. Better than burnt fur and rotting flesh." She waved a hand
The girl shrugs her shoulders, slipping the key into her pocket. "Wonderful. I wonder, may I slot in three more guests? I wish to have friends for the holiday, and they need their own beds, no? If you can, put their names under "Alice Guignol", unless you wish for me to explicitly give you their titles."
She nods "Tis alright lass, someone already paid for those as well." She throws her the keys. "Careful upstairs however, Samaritan don't like being disturbed."
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.
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
She grins madly and shakes his hand with him not even prompting to hold it out. "Ye came just in time lad!" She says and tilts her head "Me name is Agatha, pleasure to meet ye Donny."
He looks simply overwhelmed and nods nervously when she shakes his hand. His bronze gauntlets are frigid to the touch. “Er…In time for what?”
"Some welpish mate just bought you a room!" She laughs and hands him a key
“Oh.” He takes the key. “Make sure to thank them for me.” He cautiously enters the tavern and removes his gauntlets, revealing his hands to be made completely of razor sharp metal scraps. All in all, he looks almost like an unfinished sketch.
(Hmm, Soft Spoken...Unfinished Sketch...Sharp Metal Scraps for Hands...Where have I seen this...)
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*Hallows eve. I'm not much of a halloween person but I'll still RP here if I can*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
A man enters the tavern. He wears a fancy black robe, carries a brutal-looking dark-steel staff and generally looks evil.His greyish skin is covered with strange, arcane marks and a metal pendant wrought in the shape of a broken skull grasped by a claw hangs from his neck. He looks around, mutters something, and walks toward the counter.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The Tabaxi snaps her head around and grins "I smells a new feller!" She sings
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
*Eeeeee :D*
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
The Tabaxi sniffs the air and grins madly, turning her head to meet him "Why hello!"
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
The young man cocks his head and slowly scans the tavern. When he is within earshot, he speaks in a very soft and gentle voice. “Yes. I am…Donny.” He hesitated before stating his name, his voice sounds innocent and a little scared.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
She grins madly and shakes his hand with him not even prompting to hold it out. "Ye came just in time lad!" She says and tilts her head "Me name is Agatha, pleasure to meet ye Donny."
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
He looks simply overwhelmed and nods nervously when she shakes his hand. His bronze gauntlets are frigid to the touch. “Er…In time for what?”
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
"Some welpish mate just bought you a room!" She laughs and hands him a key
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
“Oh.” He takes the key. “Make sure to thank them for me.” He cautiously enters the tavern and removes his gauntlets, revealing his hands to be made completely of razor sharp metal scraps. All in all, he looks almost like an unfinished sketch.
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 understand that someone has already booked my accommodation?" he says, his voice uninterested.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
What a lovely Halloween!
With the grace of a sloth, a relatively short figure pushes her way into the tavern. A lithe, eerily pale young woman carrying a small book to her side and a small sack of wood and materials at her other. Her outfit is quite peculiar; a long, navy blue dress with the most marvelous of frills and buttons; it brings a very "aristocratic" and elegant look, despite the black oil and look of exhaustion splotched on her clothing and smeared across her face. Surprisingly, the most interesting part about her isn't her, frankly, her ridiculous attire. It's what trails behind her, in the midst of her dress' curtains follows three short, wooden creatures of similar appearance to her own. Navy dresses, bonnet, and... each one of them is armed with some crude variety of tool. One carrying a hammer, another with a saw, and the last with a knife, all three waddle behind her in a mechanical, unnatural fashion. They're most certainly not alive. Looking about the building, she sets her bag down and wipes an arm along her brow.
"Are there rooms available?"
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Senior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
She chuckles "Careful upstairs lad, Samaritan is up there an he is right mean to those who disturb 'im." She says.
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
She nods and fishes around in a cabinet for a key, handing it to him.
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
Tha tabaxi grins and sniffs the air "Motor oil perhaps? hm... Anywhoozle, yes actually. Someone already got you a key love!" She cackles and fetches a key on an iron ring.
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
The girl, with a nod, gently thrusts her arm upwards as one of her "companions" floats over to gently grab the key. It's a wonder of machination, truly, a children's toy with enough dexterity to pick up and hold a key... along with its legendary "sword"... a shaving knife. It's strangely cute. "Yes, and copious amounts of it. The dolls need it to keep their joints slick." She nods, the toy propulsing itself back in her direction and halting in the hair. "Thank you, Sigurd." She smiles, turning her attention back to the innkeep. "I apologize for the smell."
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Senior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
"Bah, don't mind it a bit lass. Better than burnt fur and rotting flesh." She waved a hand
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
The girl shrugs her shoulders, slipping the key into her pocket. "Wonderful. I wonder, may I slot in three more guests? I wish to have friends for the holiday, and they need their own beds, no? If you can, put their names under "Alice Guignol", unless you wish for me to explicitly give you their titles."
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Senior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
She nods "Tis alright lass, someone already paid for those as well." She throws her the keys. "Careful upstairs however, Samaritan don't like being disturbed."
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
(Hmm, Soft Spoken...Unfinished Sketch...Sharp Metal Scraps for Hands...Where have I seen this...)
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