“The one I fought certainly did. It was a youngster and rather weak. Thought it was doing good.”
she fans herself, the fan displaying a large sapphire dragon using ambush tactics against a group of andventurers. "but unfortunately, it got in our way"
“No, no. We killed it. But an interesting trick!”
she raises her eyebrow questioningly
“What?”
"what trick?"
*oopsies I thought the fan was able to cast magic and that was an illusion. Bren not workin.*
“Your fan is interesting.”
*it can do magic, but that's just the design*
"thank you general. an heirloom"
“From whom?”
"my familiy's draconic ancestor. she wanted us to have something to remember her by"
“Oh. Is she dead?”
"a few generations back. she was distant for a long time before then, keeping to herself underground"
“How did your family become lords?”
"the fan wasn't the only thing she gave us. a hoard of ancient weapons and a family full of draconic magic goes a long way"
“Ah. Care to show 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!
“The one I fought certainly did. It was a youngster and rather weak. Thought it was doing good.”
she fans herself, the fan displaying a large sapphire dragon using ambush tactics against a group of andventurers. "but unfortunately, it got in our way"
“No, no. We killed it. But an interesting trick!”
she raises her eyebrow questioningly
“What?”
"what trick?"
*oopsies I thought the fan was able to cast magic and that was an illusion. Bren not workin.*
“Your fan is interesting.”
*it can do magic, but that's just the design*
"thank you general. an heirloom"
“From whom?”
"my familiy's draconic ancestor. she wanted us to have something to remember her by"
“Oh. Is she dead?”
"a few generations back. she was distant for a long time before then, keeping to herself underground"
“How did your family become lords?”
"the fan wasn't the only thing she gave us. a hoard of ancient weapons and a family full of draconic magic goes a long way"
“Ah. Care to show me?”
smiling, she snaps her clawed fingers, creating a small statuette of you killing a young gold dragon in dramatic fashion
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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...!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
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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 one I fought certainly did. It was a youngster and rather weak. Thought it was doing good.”
she fans herself, the fan displaying a large sapphire dragon using ambush tactics against a group of andventurers. "but unfortunately, it got in our way"
“No, no. We killed it. But an interesting trick!”
she raises her eyebrow questioningly
“What?”
"what trick?"
*oopsies I thought the fan was able to cast magic and that was an illusion. Bren not workin.*
“Your fan is interesting.”
*it can do magic, but that's just the design*
"thank you general. an heirloom"
“From whom?”
"my familiy's draconic ancestor. she wanted us to have something to remember her by"
“Oh. Is she dead?”
"a few generations back. she was distant for a long time before then, keeping to herself underground"
“How did your family become lords?”
"the fan wasn't the only thing she gave us. a hoard of ancient weapons and a family full of draconic magic goes a long way"
“Ah. Care to show me?”
smiling, she snaps her clawed fingers, creating a small statuette of you killing a young gold dragon in dramatic fashion
“It wasn’t exactly like that… but close enough.”
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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!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
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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!
“The one I fought certainly did. It was a youngster and rather weak. Thought it was doing good.”
she fans herself, the fan displaying a large sapphire dragon using ambush tactics against a group of andventurers. "but unfortunately, it got in our way"
“No, no. We killed it. But an interesting trick!”
she raises her eyebrow questioningly
“What?”
"what trick?"
*oopsies I thought the fan was able to cast magic and that was an illusion. Bren not workin.*
“Your fan is interesting.”
*it can do magic, but that's just the design*
"thank you general. an heirloom"
“From whom?”
"my familiy's draconic ancestor. she wanted us to have something to remember her by"
“Oh. Is she dead?”
"a few generations back. she was distant for a long time before then, keeping to herself underground"
“How did your family become lords?”
"the fan wasn't the only thing she gave us. a hoard of ancient weapons and a family full of draconic magic goes a long way"
“Ah. Care to show me?”
smiling, she snaps her clawed fingers, creating a small statuette of you killing a young gold dragon in dramatic fashion
“It wasn’t exactly like that… but close enough.”
"it doesn't last. just a Cantrip, but an excellent party trick"
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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...!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
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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 one I fought certainly did. It was a youngster and rather weak. Thought it was doing good.”
she fans herself, the fan displaying a large sapphire dragon using ambush tactics against a group of andventurers. "but unfortunately, it got in our way"
“No, no. We killed it. But an interesting trick!”
she raises her eyebrow questioningly
“What?”
"what trick?"
*oopsies I thought the fan was able to cast magic and that was an illusion. Bren not workin.*
“Your fan is interesting.”
*it can do magic, but that's just the design*
"thank you general. an heirloom"
“From whom?”
"my familiy's draconic ancestor. she wanted us to have something to remember her by"
“Oh. Is she dead?”
"a few generations back. she was distant for a long time before then, keeping to herself underground"
“How did your family become lords?”
"the fan wasn't the only thing she gave us. a hoard of ancient weapons and a family full of draconic magic goes a long way"
“Ah. Care to show me?”
smiling, she snaps her clawed fingers, creating a small statuette of you killing a young gold dragon in dramatic fashion
“It wasn’t exactly like that… but close enough.”
"it doesn't last. just a Cantrip, but an excellent party trick"
“Care to join me at a party in one of the nobles’s palaces in a few days?”
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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!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
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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!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
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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 one I fought certainly did. It was a youngster and rather weak. Thought it was doing good.”
she fans herself, the fan displaying a large sapphire dragon using ambush tactics against a group of andventurers. "but unfortunately, it got in our way"
“No, no. We killed it. But an interesting trick!”
she raises her eyebrow questioningly
“What?”
"what trick?"
*oopsies I thought the fan was able to cast magic and that was an illusion. Bren not workin.*
“Your fan is interesting.”
*it can do magic, but that's just the design*
"thank you general. an heirloom"
“From whom?”
"my familiy's draconic ancestor. she wanted us to have something to remember her by"
“Oh. Is she dead?”
"a few generations back. she was distant for a long time before then, keeping to herself underground"
“How did your family become lords?”
"the fan wasn't the only thing she gave us. a hoard of ancient weapons and a family full of draconic magic goes a long way"
“Ah. Care to show me?”
smiling, she snaps her clawed fingers, creating a small statuette of you killing a young gold dragon in dramatic fashion
“It wasn’t exactly like that… but close enough.”
"it doesn't last. just a Cantrip, but an excellent party trick"
“Care to join me at a party in one of the nobles’s palaces in a few days?”
"I would be delighted to join you general"
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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...!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
“That guy he killed? He was my brother. We’re rebels…”
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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!
“The one I fought certainly did. It was a youngster and rather weak. Thought it was doing good.”
she fans herself, the fan displaying a large sapphire dragon using ambush tactics against a group of andventurers. "but unfortunately, it got in our way"
“No, no. We killed it. But an interesting trick!”
she raises her eyebrow questioningly
“What?”
"what trick?"
*oopsies I thought the fan was able to cast magic and that was an illusion. Bren not workin.*
“Your fan is interesting.”
*it can do magic, but that's just the design*
"thank you general. an heirloom"
“From whom?”
"my familiy's draconic ancestor. she wanted us to have something to remember her by"
“Oh. Is she dead?”
"a few generations back. she was distant for a long time before then, keeping to herself underground"
“How did your family become lords?”
"the fan wasn't the only thing she gave us. a hoard of ancient weapons and a family full of draconic magic goes a long way"
“Ah. Care to show me?”
smiling, she snaps her clawed fingers, creating a small statuette of you killing a young gold dragon in dramatic fashion
“It wasn’t exactly like that… but close enough.”
"it doesn't last. just a Cantrip, but an excellent party trick"
“Care to join me at a party in one of the nobles’s palaces in a few days?”
"I would be delighted to join you general"
“Good. Have some good tricks prepared.”
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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!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
“That guy he killed? He was my brother. We’re rebels…”
Bill quickly slaps his hand over Oak’s mouth to cover it. “What are you thinking, mate??” He subtly points his head at Grey. “He’s standing right there, ain’t he??”
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.
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
“That guy he killed? He was my brother. We’re rebels…”
Bill quickly slaps his hand over Oak’s mouth. “What are you thinking, mate??” He subtly pints his head at Grey. “He’s standing right there, ain’t he??”
*I sent you a PM*
“I thought I said it quietly.” He whispers. “Can you take me somewhere we can talk in safety?”
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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!
The Devil Child is holding a ritual dance in the woods. At least thirty children and teenagers, from all different classes and races, dance and feast around his fire pit while wearing home-made masks.
The monster himself laughs joyously as he brings out more meats and sweets.
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
“That guy he killed? He was my brother. We’re rebels…”
Bill quickly slaps his hand over Oak’s mouth. “What are you thinking, mate??” He subtly pints his head at Grey. “He’s standing right there, ain’t he??”
*I sent you a PM*
“I thought I said it quietly.” He whispers. “Can you take me somewhere we can talk in safety?”
Bill pauses. “…Yeah, downstairs. Go. 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.
The Devil Child is holding a ritual dance in the woods. At least thirty children and teenagers, from all different classes and races, dance and feast around his fire pit while wearing home-made masks.
The monster himself laughs joyously as he brings out more meats and sweets.
(I kinda feel like sending one of the knights in here to encounter the devil child but if you wanna steer clear of combat then I’ll send in a regular character)
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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.
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
“That guy he killed? He was my brother. We’re rebels…”
Bill quickly slaps his hand over Oak’s mouth. “What are you thinking, mate??” He subtly pints his head at Grey. “He’s standing right there, ain’t he??”
*I sent you a PM*
“I thought I said it quietly.” He whispers. “Can you take me somewhere we can talk in safety?”
Bill pauses. “…Yeah, downstairs. Go. Now.”
He furtively goes downstairs.
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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!
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
Oak nods to Bill.
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
“That guy he killed? He was my brother. We’re rebels…”
Bill quickly slaps his hand over Oak’s mouth. “What are you thinking, mate??” He subtly pints his head at Grey. “He’s standing right there, ain’t he??”
*I sent you a PM*
“I thought I said it quietly.” He whispers. “Can you take me somewhere we can talk in safety?”
Bill pauses. “…Yeah, downstairs. Go. Now.”
He furtively goes downstairs.
Bill tells Grey that he’s going downstairs to stock up. The large basement is mostly filled with pickling produce and freshly acquired meat/alcohol. However, there is a door to the north that leads to a large room filled with weapons and maps of the various districts of the colony.
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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.
TRON LIVES
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“Ah. Care to show 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!
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smiling, she snaps her clawed fingers, creating a small statuette of you killing a young gold dragon in dramatic fashion
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
After Bill is finished sharpening his old sword, he pots back up on the wall behind the bar. Nearby, a mug sitting on a table seemingly falls off the edge all on its own. Strange, there was no carriages passing by to rattle the tables.
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
“It wasn’t exactly like that… but close enough.”
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!
Oak nods to Bill.
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!
"it doesn't last. just a Cantrip, but an excellent party trick"
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
“Mornin’, Oak. How are you today?”
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 join me at a party in one of the nobles’s palaces in a few days?”
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!
“Cold. As usual. That guy over there? He scares me.” He points to Grey.
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!
“Yeah, he’s not a guy you’d wanna mess with.”
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 would be delighted to join you general"
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
“That guy he killed? He was my brother. We’re rebels…”
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!
“Good. Have some good tricks prepared.”
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 quickly slaps his hand over Oak’s mouth to cover it. “What are you thinking, mate??” He subtly points his head at Grey. “He’s standing right there, ain’t he??”
*I sent you a PM*
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 thought I said it quietly.” He whispers. “Can you take me somewhere we can talk in safety?”
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!
The Devil Child is holding a ritual dance in the woods. At least thirty children and teenagers, from all different classes and races, dance and feast around his fire pit while wearing home-made masks.
The monster himself laughs joyously as he brings out more meats and sweets.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Bill pauses. “…Yeah, downstairs. Go. 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.
TRON LIVES
(I kinda feel like sending one of the knights in here to encounter the devil child but if you wanna steer clear of combat then I’ll send in a regular character)
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 furtively goes downstairs.
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 tells Grey that he’s going downstairs to stock up. The large basement is mostly filled with pickling produce and freshly acquired meat/alcohol. However, there is a door to the north that leads to a large room filled with weapons and maps of the various districts of the colony.
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