”Those heretics are slippery fellas. I’ve caught a couple trying to sneak into Lord territory, since it’s tighter guarded. You’d never be allowed in there, though.” You can either make an insight check to tell if Bill is lying, or a perception check to notice any strange activity in the tavern.
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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.
*New mod character added! Curtesy of mister Baalzeboop*
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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.
*Heya I’m here. Prolly gonna make a Heretic character.*
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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!
*Heya I’m here. Prolly gonna make a Heretic character.*
*Right on. I’m happy to rp whenever*
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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.
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!
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.
”Those heretics are slippery fellas. I’ve caught a couple trying to sneak into Lord territory, since it’s tighter guarded. You’d never be allowed in there, though.” You can either make an insight check to tell if Bill is lying, or a perception check to notice any strange activity in the tavern.
Percep: 25
”Then I’ll go in the way he did.”
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I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, MisaStay Paranoid!!!
Bill looks cautiously at the general. “Is there a problem, general?” He pauses a little between “problem” and “general”.
“He got away. Nobody gets away from 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!
"We're been spurned by light! Holy burning fire! Whisper dirty lies! Cast observers blind! I can't work that line, Now they know that I'm...
Will you mourn for me? What was sworn of me? Is it torture to see? Are you too torn up to grieve? How much more 'till you believe I was born to be..."
The rhythmic clonking of clogs fills the air as the Devil Child dances through the streets, his fluffy tail swishing behind him as he sings in his high-pitched, melodic voice. Through his mask, it sounds almost like birdsong, echoing off the rotting buildings and dying trees. Human blood drips from his leather gloves, and he holds a large, lidded clay jug.
He seemingly glides across the ground, spinning and twirling frequently, until he reaches the Flightless Bird. He laughs and skips inside, splattering blood on the floors before jumping up on a barstool and plonking down the jug on the bar. It sloshes as though filled with liquid.
”Those heretics are slippery fellas. I’ve caught a couple trying to sneak into Lord territory, since it’s tighter guarded. You’d never be allowed in there, though.” You can either make an insight check to tell if Bill is lying, or a perception check to notice any strange activity in the tavern.
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”Then I’ll go in the way he did.”
“Making it into the place isn’t as easy as it sounds. I dunnae even know if he’s there.”
He hears a light click from underneath Bill’s foot, 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.
Bill looks cautiously at the general. “Is there a problem, general?” He pauses a little between “problem” and “general”.
“He got away. Nobody gets away from me!”
“Who? The fella from yesterday?”
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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.
Bill looks cautiously at the general. “Is there a problem, general?” He pauses a little between “problem” and “general”.
“He got away. Nobody gets away from me!”
“Who? The fella from yesterday?”
“Yep. Tell me if you see him around. Short. Brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Blue eyes.”
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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!
"We're been spurned by light! Holy burning fire! Whisper dirty lies! Cast observers blind! I can't work that line, Now they know that I'm...
Will you mourn for me? What was sworn of me? Is it torture to see? Are you too torn up to grieve? How much more 'till you believe I was born to be..."
The rhythmic clonking of clogs fills the air as the Devil Child dances through the streets, his fluffy tail swishing behind him as he sings in his high-pitched, melodic voice. Through his mask, it sounds almost like birdsong, echoing off the rotting buildings and dying trees. Human blood drips from his leather gloves, and he holds a large, lidded clay jug.
He seemingly glides across the ground, spinning and twirling frequently, until he reaches the Flightless Bird. He laughs and skips inside, splattering blood on the floors before jumping up on a barstool and plonking down the jug on the bar. It sloshes as though filled with liquid.
A middle aged man sits next to him, with long brown hair, wearing a blindfold.
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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!
"We're been spurned by light! Holy burning fire! Whisper dirty lies! Cast observers blind! I can't work that line, Now they know that I'm...
Will you mourn for me? What was sworn of me? Is it torture to see? Are you too torn up to grieve? How much more 'till you believe I was born to be..."
The rhythmic clonking of clogs fills the air as the Devil Child dances through the streets, his fluffy tail swishing behind him as he sings in his high-pitched, melodic voice. Through his mask, it sounds almost like birdsong, echoing off the rotting buildings and dying trees. Human blood drips from his leather gloves, and he holds a large, lidded clay jug.
He seemingly glides across the ground, spinning and twirling frequently, until he reaches the Flightless Bird. He laughs and skips inside, splattering blood on the floors before jumping up on a barstool and plonking down the jug on the bar. It sloshes as though filled with liquid.
“Hey, HEY!” Bill frantically points at the blood and the ground. “Whaddya think yer doing?? I’ve given you curtesy enough just to loiter around my business, but now you’re spilling blood on my floors??” (I’m assuming that this isn’t the first time The Devil Child has come around these parts)
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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 rhythmic clonking of clogs fills the air as the Devil Child dances through the streets, his fluffy tail swishing behind him as he sings in his high-pitched, melodic voice. Through his mask, it sounds almost like birdsong, echoing off the rotting buildings and dying trees. Human blood drips from his leather gloves, and he holds a large, lidded clay jug.
He seemingly glides across the ground, spinning and twirling frequently, until he reaches the Flightless Bird. He laughs and skips inside, splattering blood on the floors before jumping up on a barstool and plonking down the jug on the bar. It sloshes as though filled with liquid.
A middle aged man sits next to him, with long brown hair, wearing a blindfold.
The tiny creature slowly turns his masked head. "Hey there, man. What's up?"
The rhythmic clonking of clogs fills the air as the Devil Child dances through the streets, his fluffy tail swishing behind him as he sings in his high-pitched, melodic voice. Through his mask, it sounds almost like birdsong, echoing off the rotting buildings and dying trees. Human blood drips from his leather gloves, and he holds a large, lidded clay jug.
He seemingly glides across the ground, spinning and twirling frequently, until he reaches the Flightless Bird. He laughs and skips inside, splattering blood on the floors before jumping up on a barstool and plonking down the jug on the bar. It sloshes as though filled with liquid.
A middle aged man sits next to him, with long brown hair, wearing a blindfold.
The tiny creature slowly turns his masked head. "Hey there, man. What's up?"
“The cruelty of the Messiah is up. Rising every day. His dirty little assassins are killing all the Heretics.”
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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!
Bill looks cautiously at the general. “Is there a problem, general?” He pauses a little between “problem” and “general”.
“He got away. Nobody gets away from me!”
“Who? The fella from yesterday?”
“Yep. Tell me if you see him around. Short. Brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Blue eyes.”
“I reckon I saw him hitching a carriage ride out of town. I believe it was an alcohol shipment going out.”
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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 rhythmic clonking of clogs fills the air as the Devil Child dances through the streets, his fluffy tail swishing behind him as he sings in his high-pitched, melodic voice. Through his mask, it sounds almost like birdsong, echoing off the rotting buildings and dying trees. Human blood drips from his leather gloves, and he holds a large, lidded clay jug.
He seemingly glides across the ground, spinning and twirling frequently, until he reaches the Flightless Bird. He laughs and skips inside, splattering blood on the floors before jumping up on a barstool and plonking down the jug on the bar. It sloshes as though filled with liquid.
“Hey, HEY!” Bill frantically points at the blood and the ground. “Whaddya think yer doing?? I’ve given you curtesy enough just to loiter around my business, but now you’re spilling blood on my floors??” (I’m assuming that this isn’t the first time The Devil Child has come around these parts)
(Probably not)
The critter looks at his gloves, then at the mess. He waves a hand, and the droplets of gore disappear. "Just thought you might want a little distraction from all the stuff going on outside these days."
Bill looks cautiously at the general. “Is there a problem, general?” He pauses a little between “problem” and “general”.
“He got away. Nobody gets away from me!”
“Who? The fella from yesterday?”
“Yep. Tell me if you see him around. Short. Brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Blue eyes.”
“I reckon I saw him hitching a carriage ride out of town. I believe it was an alcohol shipment going out.”
“He wouldn’t be seen so easily. Probably someone else. You’re just trying to get me away from your tavern.”
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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!
*heads up in like 10 minutes i’ll have to go since my math class has no internet*
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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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*cut*
”Those heretics are slippery fellas. I’ve caught a couple trying to sneak into Lord territory, since it’s tighter guarded. You’d never be allowed in there, though.” You can either make an insight check to tell if Bill is lying, or a perception check to notice any strange activity in the tavern.
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
*New mod character added! Curtesy of mister Baalzeboop*
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
*Heya I’m here. Prolly gonna make a Heretic character.*
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!
*Right on. I’m happy to rp whenever*
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 storms into the tavern, looking angry.
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 looks cautiously at the general. “Is there a problem, general?” He pauses a little between “problem” and “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
Percep: 25
”Then I’ll go in the way he did.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“He got away. Nobody gets away from 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!
*And with that out of the way:*
"We're been spurned by light!
Holy burning fire!
Whisper dirty lies!
Cast observers blind!
I can't work that line,
Now they know that I'm...
Will you mourn for me?
What was sworn of me?
Is it torture to see?
Are you too torn up to grieve?
How much more 'till you believe
I was born to be..."
The rhythmic clonking of clogs fills the air as the Devil Child dances through the streets, his fluffy tail swishing behind him as he sings in his high-pitched, melodic voice. Through his mask, it sounds almost like birdsong, echoing off the rotting buildings and dying trees. Human blood drips from his leather gloves, and he holds a large, lidded clay jug.
He seemingly glides across the ground, spinning and twirling frequently, until he reaches the Flightless Bird. He laughs and skips inside, splattering blood on the floors before jumping up on a barstool and plonking down the jug on the bar. It sloshes as though filled with liquid.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“Making it into the place isn’t as easy as it sounds. I dunnae even know if he’s there.”
He hears a light click from underneath Bill’s foot, 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
“Who? The fella from yesterday?”
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
“Yep. Tell me if you see him around. Short. Brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Blue eyes.”
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 middle aged man sits next to him, with long brown hair, wearing a blindfold.
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!
“Hey, HEY!” Bill frantically points at the blood and the ground. “Whaddya think yer doing?? I’ve given you curtesy enough just to loiter around my business, but now you’re spilling blood on my floors??” (I’m assuming that this isn’t the first time The Devil Child has come around these parts)
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 tiny creature slowly turns his masked head. "Hey there, man. What's up?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“The cruelty of the Messiah is up. Rising every day. His dirty little assassins are killing all the Heretics.”
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 reckon I saw him hitching a carriage ride out of town. I believe it was an alcohol shipment going out.”
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
(Probably not)
The critter looks at his gloves, then at the mess. He waves a hand, and the droplets of gore disappear. "Just thought you might want a little distraction from all the stuff going on outside these days."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“He wouldn’t be seen so easily. Probably someone else. You’re just trying to get me away from your tavern.”
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!
*heads up in like 10 minutes i’ll have to go since my math class has no internet*
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