”I’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
”I’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
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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.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
a female dragonborn, sparkling blue in the light and dressed in a fine dress walks in, fanning herself
Buckethead Bill, a former knight dressed in a faded royal surcoat and Greathelm glances up at the woman. His helmet hides his expression completely from her, but she can guess that he’s surprised to see someone so well dressed besides the general in his tavern. “Er, welcome madam. Can I help ye?”
she looks him up and down critically. "...yes, I would like a table."
“Uh huh. Take yer pick. I’ve got food and drinks. Rooms are upstairs, living quarter’s to ter left.”
"err.... thank you, at least something's reasonable in the world"
*those of yall who knows me, know I love making villains. this is no different*
“Yeah, yeah. I hope ye know that this bar is crowded with commoners and untouchables. Wealthy folk don’t fit in here, all are equal though.”
"an...... interesting business model, certainly" she sits down gingerly, unsure of herself
He huffs. “What can I get ye, miss?”
"...do you have any wine?"
“I do. Fine stuff, it’s been aging a while.”
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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’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
”I’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
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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’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A bright red and rather muscular dragonborn with a large cloak and and a sheathed greatsword wanders. They look as if they where once respected, but have fallen to a class beyond low in society. His left eye socket scarred and torn, seemingly having some sort of magical scar. Their face is tired and bored, with a strong sense of worry in it.
A bright red and rather muscular dragonborn with a large cloak and and a sheathed greatsword wanders. They look as if they where once respected, but have fallen to a class beyond low in society. His left eye socket scarred and torn, seemingly having some sort of magical scar. Their face is tired and bored, with a strong sense of worry in it.
Grey turns around to look at them, inspecting them calmly.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
”I’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
“Not particularly. Eat yer food.” He strolls back behind the bar and starts making himself a drink.
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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’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
“Not particularly. Eat yer food.” He strolls back behind the bar and starts making himself a drink.
“Ugh. Fine.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A bright red and rather muscular dragonborn with a large cloak and and a sheathed greatsword wanders. They look as if they where once respected, but have fallen to a class beyond low in society. His left eye socket scarred and torn, seemingly having some sort of magical scar. Their face is tired and bored, with a strong sense of worry in it.
Grey turns around to look at them, inspecting them calmly.
He waves to Grey, their wave pained. "Hello. What is your name?"
”I’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
“Not particularly. Eat yer food.” He strolls back behind the bar and starts making himself a drink.
“Ugh. Fine.”
The chicken is quite good for the standards of this village. “Can you use magic, general?”
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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 bright red and rather muscular dragonborn with a large cloak and and a sheathed greatsword wanders. They look as if they where once respected, but have fallen to a class beyond low in society. His left eye socket scarred and torn, seemingly having some sort of magical scar. Their face is tired and bored, with a strong sense of worry in it.
Grey turns around to look at them, inspecting them calmly.
He waves to Grey, their wave pained. "Hello. What is your name?"
“Grey the Just. You should know me. I’m a general.” He says haughtily.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
”I’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
“Not particularly. Eat yer food.” He strolls back behind the bar and starts making himself a drink.
“Ugh. Fine.”
The chicken is quite good for the standards of this village. “Can you use magic, general?”
“A little bit. One of the Messiah’s mages taught me.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A bright red and rather muscular dragonborn with a large cloak and and a sheathed greatsword wanders. They look as if they where once respected, but have fallen to a class beyond low in society. His left eye socket scarred and torn, seemingly having some sort of magical scar. Their face is tired and bored, with a strong sense of worry in it.
Bill calls out to the stranger. “Oi, wanderer. Curfew’s about to set in. I’d be careful where ye go ‘round here. I can give ye a place to stay.”
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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’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
“Not particularly. Eat yer food.” He strolls back behind the bar and starts making himself a drink.
“Ugh. Fine.”
The chicken is quite good for the standards of this village. “Can you use magic, general?”
“A little bit. One of the Messiah’s mages taught me.”
“Hm. Interesting.” He nods and takes Grey’s plate once he’s finished.
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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 bright red and rather muscular dragonborn with a large cloak and and a sheathed greatsword wanders. They look as if they where once respected, but have fallen to a class beyond low in society. His left eye socket scarred and torn, seemingly having some sort of magical scar. Their face is tired and bored, with a strong sense of worry in it.
Grey turns around to look at them, inspecting them calmly.
He waves to Grey, their wave pained. "Hello. What is your name?"
“Grey the Just. You should know me. I’m a general.” He says haughtily.
He blinks "Oh my... sorry! I just... forgot..." The dragonborn looks to Grey
”I’m not sure how those two things relate, but I’ll get you some.” It takes about an hour to prepare and roast a chicken, but once it’s finished Bill brings Grey a large, crispy-skinned roast bird with olives and an orange hint sauce. Two eggs on the side.
“Didn’t ask for the eggs, but alright.”
“Had to do away with them before I closed up.”
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
“Not particularly. Eat yer food.” He strolls back behind the bar and starts making himself a drink.
“Ugh. Fine.”
The chicken is quite good for the standards of this village. “Can you use magic, general?”
“A little bit. One of the Messiah’s mages taught me.”
“Hm. Interesting.” He nods and takes Grey’s plate once he’s finished.
“Can you? And why do you ask?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
“Not a very good excuse if you ask me. Use them tomorrow! Oh wait-they’ll go bad.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
“I’m sure you’d love rotten eggs but the rest of my customers wouldn’t. I have the farm fer a reason.”
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
*gtg*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“I do. Fine stuff, it’s been aging a while.”
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
“You have a farm? Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
“Nobody knows much of anything about me.”
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
“Care to share?” He seems interested.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Okie I've come up with a char*
A bright red and rather muscular dragonborn with a large cloak and and a sheathed greatsword wanders. They look as if they where once respected, but have fallen to a class beyond low in society. His left eye socket scarred and torn, seemingly having some sort of magical scar. Their face is tired and bored, with a strong sense of worry in it.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Grey turns around to look at them, inspecting them calmly.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
“Not particularly. Eat yer food.” He strolls back behind the bar and starts making himself a drink.
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
“Ugh. Fine.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
He waves to Grey, their wave pained. "Hello. What is your name?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The chicken is quite good for the standards of this village. “Can you use magic, general?”
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
“Grey the Just. You should know me. I’m a general.” He says haughtily.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
“A little bit. One of the Messiah’s mages taught me.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Bill calls out to the stranger. “Oi, wanderer. Curfew’s about to set in. I’d be careful where ye go ‘round here. I can give ye a place to stay.”
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 am back now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“Hm. Interesting.” He nods and takes Grey’s plate once he’s finished.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He blinks "Oh my... sorry! I just... forgot..." The dragonborn looks to Grey
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Can you? And why do you ask?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!