Cressidia wakes up, stretching, and is briefly confused by her surroundings
There are toasted marshmallows and new pillows outside her door. Bill is downstairs having just woken up himself.
she's suprised at their appearance, but takes them inside, eating only one before setting up a strange array of crystals and glass by the window
An employee passes on rool service duty and tells her to be careful with those, as when the carriages go by the windows rattle and they might get knocked over. He also says that first stay breakfast is on the house with Bill.
she thanks the employee, saying she only needs them for a little bit. after a little while, she comes downstairs for breakfast
“Mornin’, madam.” Bill days from behind the bar.
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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.
The door to the Flightless Bird swings open and someone swings in. A tall, thin man wearing outlandish, scarlet rags strides in. Bright eyes flash across the room under sharp eyebrows and above a bird beak nose. He wears a floppy red jester hat with three points and the toes of his shoes curl upwards. This is Guillaume. The Guillaume that everyone knows and has seen. The Guillaume that spends his days filling the alleys with song or perched on a street corner juggling cloth balls or clubs. The Guillaume who has never said a word. Today, three small balls cascade from one hand to the other almost absentmindedly as he walks through the tavern towards his regular seat.
Cressidia wakes up, stretching, and is briefly confused by her surroundings
There are toasted marshmallows and new pillows outside her door. Bill is downstairs having just woken up himself.
she's suprised at their appearance, but takes them inside, eating only one before setting up a strange array of crystals and glass by the window
An employee passes on rool service duty and tells her to be careful with those, as when the carriages go by the windows rattle and they might get knocked over. He also says that first stay breakfast is on the house with Bill.
she thanks the employee, saying she only needs them for a little bit. after a little while, she comes downstairs for breakfast
“Mornin’, madam.” Bill days from behind the bar.
"....good morning, bill, is it?"
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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...!
The door to the Flightless Bird swings open and someone swings in. A tall, thin man wearing outlandish, scarlet rags strides in. Bright eyes flash across the room under sharp eyebrows and above a bird beak nose. He wears a floppy red jester hat with three points and the toes of his shoes curl upwards. This is Guillaume. The Guillaume that everyone knows and has seen. The Guillaume that spends his days filling the alleys with song or perched on a street corner juggling cloth balls or clubs. The Guillaume who has never said a word. Today, three small balls cascade from one hand to the other almost absentmindedly as he walks through the tavern towards his regular seat.
Bill nods at Guillaume. “Mornin, Guillaume. Ya need 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.
Cressidia wakes up, stretching, and is briefly confused by her surroundings
There are toasted marshmallows and new pillows outside her door. Bill is downstairs having just woken up himself.
she's suprised at their appearance, but takes them inside, eating only one before setting up a strange array of crystals and glass by the window
An employee passes on rool service duty and tells her to be careful with those, as when the carriages go by the windows rattle and they might get knocked over. He also says that first stay breakfast is on the house with Bill.
she thanks the employee, saying she only needs them for a little bit. after a little while, she comes downstairs for breakfast
“Mornin’, madam.” Bill days from behind the bar.
"....good morning, bill, is it?"
“Yeah. Bill, William, Buckethead. Whatever you like.”
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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.
Cressidia wakes up, stretching, and is briefly confused by her surroundings
There are toasted marshmallows and new pillows outside her door. Bill is downstairs having just woken up himself.
she's suprised at their appearance, but takes them inside, eating only one before setting up a strange array of crystals and glass by the window
An employee passes on rool service duty and tells her to be careful with those, as when the carriages go by the windows rattle and they might get knocked over. He also says that first stay breakfast is on the house with Bill.
she thanks the employee, saying she only needs them for a little bit. after a little while, she comes downstairs for breakfast
“Mornin’, madam.” Bill days from behind the bar.
"....good morning, bill, is it?"
“Yeah. Bill, William, Buckethead. Whatever you like.”
"..William, I think"
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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...!
The door to the Flightless Bird swings open and someone swings in. A tall, thin man wearing outlandish, scarlet rags strides in. Bright eyes flash across the room under sharp eyebrows and above a bird beak nose. He wears a floppy red jester hat with three points and the toes of his shoes curl upwards. This is Guillaume. The Guillaume that everyone knows and has seen. The Guillaume that spends his days filling the alleys with song or perched on a street corner juggling cloth balls or clubs. The Guillaume who has never said a word. Today, three small balls cascade from one hand to the other almost absentmindedly as he walks through the tavern towards his regular seat.
Bill nods at Guillaume. “Mornin, Guillaume. Ya need a drink?”
Guillaume smiles and winks. A coin appears among his long, slender fingers and he rolls it across his knuckles in a flash of silver.
Cressidia wakes up, stretching, and is briefly confused by her surroundings
There are toasted marshmallows and new pillows outside her door. Bill is downstairs having just woken up himself.
she's suprised at their appearance, but takes them inside, eating only one before setting up a strange array of crystals and glass by the window
An employee passes on rool service duty and tells her to be careful with those, as when the carriages go by the windows rattle and they might get knocked over. He also says that first stay breakfast is on the house with Bill.
she thanks the employee, saying she only needs them for a little bit. after a little while, she comes downstairs for breakfast
“Mornin’, madam.” Bill days from behind the bar.
"....good morning, bill, is it?"
“Yeah. Bill, William, Buckethead. Whatever you like.”
"..William, I think"
“Alright, then. You fancy some breakfast?”
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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.
The door to the Flightless Bird swings open and someone swings in. A tall, thin man wearing outlandish, scarlet rags strides in. Bright eyes flash across the room under sharp eyebrows and above a bird beak nose. He wears a floppy red jester hat with three points and the toes of his shoes curl upwards. This is Guillaume. The Guillaume that everyone knows and has seen. The Guillaume that spends his days filling the alleys with song or perched on a street corner juggling cloth balls or clubs. The Guillaume who has never said a word. Today, three small balls cascade from one hand to the other almost absentmindedly as he walks through the tavern towards his regular seat.
Bill nods at Guillaume. “Mornin, Guillaume. Ya need a drink?”
Guillaume smiles and winks. A coin appears among his long, slender fingers and he rolls it across his knuckles in a flash of silver.
He chuckles a little. “Yeah, yeah, get on with it ya joker. Whadyou fancy?”
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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.
Cressidia wakes up, stretching, and is briefly confused by her surroundings
There are toasted marshmallows and new pillows outside her door. Bill is downstairs having just woken up himself.
she's suprised at their appearance, but takes them inside, eating only one before setting up a strange array of crystals and glass by the window
An employee passes on rool service duty and tells her to be careful with those, as when the carriages go by the windows rattle and they might get knocked over. He also says that first stay breakfast is on the house with Bill.
she thanks the employee, saying she only needs them for a little bit. after a little while, she comes downstairs for breakfast
“Mornin’, madam.” Bill days from behind the bar.
"....good morning, bill, is it?"
“Yeah. Bill, William, Buckethead. Whatever you like.”
"..William, I think"
“Alright, then. You fancy some breakfast?”
"very mutch. err, what do you have?"
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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...!
The door to the Flightless Bird swings open and someone swings in. A tall, thin man wearing outlandish, scarlet rags strides in. Bright eyes flash across the room under sharp eyebrows and above a bird beak nose. He wears a floppy red jester hat with three points and the toes of his shoes curl upwards. This is Guillaume. The Guillaume that everyone knows and has seen. The Guillaume that spends his days filling the alleys with song or perched on a street corner juggling cloth balls or clubs. The Guillaume who has never said a word. Today, three small balls cascade from one hand to the other almost absentmindedly as he walks through the tavern towards his regular seat.
Bill nods at Guillaume. “Mornin, Guillaume. Ya need a drink?”
Guillaume smiles and winks. A coin appears among his long, slender fingers and he rolls it across his knuckles in a flash of silver.
He chuckles a little. “Yeah, yeah, get on with it ya joker. Whadyou fancy?”
He pats his belly and rubs his stomach, indicating that a meal would be appreciated. He then points to keg of beer behind you.
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Oak sits inside the tavern, sipping on a cup of hot tea. He wears a heavy coat, and despite it being warm, still looks cold.
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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!
*twould anyone like to rp with the not-so-evil general, or the cold blind cutie?*
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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!
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Guillaume strolls by. His eyes are closed and his fingers pull a lovely melody from the strings of a lute.
“You!” Grey barks. “Clean that up! It’s disgusting!”
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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!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
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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...!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
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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!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
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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
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“Mornin’, madam.” Bill days from behind the bar.
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
The door to the Flightless Bird swings open and someone swings in. A tall, thin man wearing outlandish, scarlet rags strides in. Bright eyes flash across the room under sharp eyebrows and above a bird beak nose. He wears a floppy red jester hat with three points and the toes of his shoes curl upwards. This is Guillaume. The Guillaume that everyone knows and has seen. The Guillaume that spends his days filling the alleys with song or perched on a street corner juggling cloth balls or clubs. The Guillaume who has never said a word. Today, three small balls cascade from one hand to the other almost absentmindedly as he walks through the tavern towards his regular seat.
"....good morning, bill, is it?"
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
Bill nods at Guillaume. “Mornin, Guillaume. Ya need 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
“Yeah. Bill, William, Buckethead. Whatever you like.”
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
"..William, I think"
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
Guillaume smiles and winks. A coin appears among his long, slender fingers and he rolls it across his knuckles in a flash of silver.
“Alright, then. You fancy some breakfast?”
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 chuckles a little. “Yeah, yeah, get on with it ya joker. Whadyou fancy?”
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
"very mutch. err, what do you have?"
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
He pats his belly and rubs his stomach, indicating that a meal would be appreciated. He then points to keg of beer behind you.
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Oak sits inside the tavern, sipping on a cup of hot tea. He wears a heavy coat, and despite it being warm, still looks cold.
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!
*My favorite class just got an update!*
*Time to switch out the Devil Child's stats...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Guillaume strolls by. His eyes are closed and his fingers pull a lovely melody from the strings of a lute.
*twould anyone like to rp with the not-so-evil general, or the cold blind cutie?*
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!
“You!” Grey barks. “Clean that up! It’s disgusting!”
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!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
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
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
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 stops opening his eyes. The sharp, blue orbs look at you, but they slowly drift to the corpse on the ground. He softly steps closer to it.
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
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