On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
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A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
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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.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
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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.
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Loud footsteps approach the stout man as Lieutenant Orson approaches him. An almost 7 foot tall Russian soldier with a long, scraggly beard and a pot belly that stretches his Fatigues. His right arm is covered in scars from the forearm down, and one scar runs down his left eye. He wears a blue beanie. Orson speaks bluntly to the man at the fire pit. "I recognize your armor. Russian. You look like strong man." His accent is thick, and his voice sounds like a foghorn.
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.
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“Thank you. Hope you don’t die.”
“Haha! Same here.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“Thank you. Hope you don’t die.”
“Haha! Same here.”
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
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"That's the Maverick mindset, and don't forget it."
“I apologize in advance for when I do inevitably forget it.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
"Rich boy, huh?" He chuckles. "No rich boys go to the military, what're you here for?"
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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.
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“Thank you. Hope you don’t die.”
“Haha! Same here.”
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
“Nah. It’s not scary or funny really. But ‘hope you don’t die’ just sounds so alien, Y’know? Well I guess you wouldn’t know. Most people don’t think like I do.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
On a success, Thompson uses Will's momentum to pull him behind himself and then moves to where Will was standing previously, turning around to face him.
“Ugh! I can’t do this!”
"Yes you can, that was only your second try. Give it one more shot."
“Fine.” 5
Thompson attempts to weave around Will, but his boot catches on a rock in the dirt, stunting his movement for just enough long for Will to make the grabs he needed to and throw Thompson to the ground.
“You let me do that.” He accuses.
"Well, I tripped. Things like that can happen on a mission. It's progress."
“True… maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe I should go back.”
"Back home? Where's your patriotism? You said yourself that you're a good shot. I'll bet Lieutenant Max could make a proper soldier outta you."
He sighs. “Maybe.”
*Do you have an idea for how Will discovers his druid powers? If not, I think I do*
"Well dinner's about to roll around, some food'll probably cheer you up." As Thompson says this, Will sees Johnny about 20 feet to their left slam his sparring partner into the ground one final time before whistling and dismissing the trainees for supper.
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
He follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
"Rich boy, huh?" He chuckles. "No rich boys go to the military, what're you here for?"
“My older brother was in the military. He chose to do it. My parents wanted me to go to the military because my brother was in the military before me and they want me to be more like him.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
"Mmm..." He shakes his head. "Everyone needs a knife. Here." He picks up a paring knife from his neat, sharpened pile, and holds it out so the handle is facing Will.
"Won't cut heavier armor, but it's better than nothing, I'd think. In the event a fight gets close n' cuddly enough, like if you're climbing into an Axis encampment, the man with the knife wins almost every time... unless the other person has martial arts training. But we're far from the Pacific right now."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You never know until you meet him for yourself. Or until you don’t.”
“Well, if what I believe is true, you don’t think after you die. So you’ll never know.”
“That sounds boring. I’d take almost anything over an endless void for eternity.”
“I take it you get bored easily?”
He nodded his head “Mhm. I struggle with sitting still. And paying attention. And doing work.”
“That sounds hard. I don’t really have issues with those, but sometimes I do and when it does happen, it gets bad.”
“I think that might be worse than having it constantly. Like if it happens when you really need to focus.”
“Yeah. You must be used to it.”
“I guess. Not sure if it makes it easier though. Sometimes when I’m sitting down, a sound like radio static plays in the back of my head. Then I come to half an hour later somewhere completely different.”
“I don’t get how that would work, but I’ll roll with it.”
He laughs “Story of my life. Just gotta go with the flow.”
“Go with the flow. That’s a good motto. I’ll follow it.”
“It works well for me, so it’ll probably go just fine for you.”
“Thank you. Hope you don’t die.”
“Haha! Same here.”
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
“Nah. It’s not scary or funny really. But ‘hope you don’t die’ just sounds so alien, Y’know? Well I guess you wouldn’t know. Most people don’t think like I do.”
“Your way of thinking is odd. But who knows? It might just be the right way of thinking.”
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The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
"Mmm..." He shakes his head. "Everyone needs a knife. Here." He picks up a paring knife from his neat, sharpened pile, and holds it out so the handle is facing Will.
"Won't cut heavier armor, but it's better than nothing, I'd think. In the event a fight gets close n' cuddly enough, like if you're climbing into an Axis encampment, the man with the knife wins almost every time... unless the other person has martial arts training. But we're far from the Pacific right now."
“Th-thanks sir.” He smiles. “I’m Will, by the way.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*What’s your idea?*
“I knew it was a good idea not to go against him.”
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A short, chubby stoat man, dressed in what looks like a cross between medieval plate armor and the 'Steel Bib' body armor common in Russia around this time, sits in front of the fire pit. He's sharpening a variety of blades, ranging from bayonets to another custom implement of war: an enormous butchering knife made of strange metal, probably sharp and heavy enough to cleave through the outer armor of a tank. It's about the size of him, but he doesn't seem bothered by that fact.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"yeah, and his aviators didn't even fall off." He starts off to the mess hall before Johnny changes his mind about dismissing them.
*I'm thinking like wolves or a bear or something attack the camp at night near Will's tent, and it triggers his instincts to transform to be able to scare off the wild animals.*
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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 follows. “Is the food here any good?”
*That would be cool! Plus, fight!*
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Will comes in from standing guard, shivering. He sits next to the man next to the fire, eyeing his knife warily.
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"They give us a choice of fish or meat, with some kind of dessert and drink. Plus bread. The details change from day to day."
*Alright, sounds good*
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
“Fish is good. I guess that sounds good. I was worried about the food here. My family has a whole lot of money, so I’m used to eating good.” He blushes in embarrassment.
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The stoat looks up at Will after a moment. "You want your knife sharpened too?" He carefully sets the veritable slab of red-black steel to his side. "I'll do it for a penny."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Sorry, sir.” He says nervously. “I don’t have any pennies. And I don’t have a knife.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Loud footsteps approach the stout man as Lieutenant Orson approaches him. An almost 7 foot tall Russian soldier with a long, scraggly beard and a pot belly that stretches his Fatigues. His right arm is covered in scars from the forearm down, and one scar runs down his left eye. He wears a blue beanie. Orson speaks bluntly to the man at the fire pit. "I recognize your armor. Russian. You look like strong man." His accent is thick, and his voice sounds like a foghorn.
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
“Haha! Same here.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Why’re you laughing? Death isn’t funny…”
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“I apologize in advance for when I do inevitably forget it.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Rich boy, huh?" He chuckles. "No rich boys go to the military, what're you here for?"
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
“Nah. It’s not scary or funny really. But ‘hope you don’t die’ just sounds so alien, Y’know? Well I guess you wouldn’t know. Most people don’t think like I do.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“My older brother was in the military. He chose to do it. My parents wanted me to go to the military because my brother was in the military before me and they want me to be more like him.”
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"Mmm..." He shakes his head. "Everyone needs a knife. Here." He picks up a paring knife from his neat, sharpened pile, and holds it out so the handle is facing Will.
"Won't cut heavier armor, but it's better than nothing, I'd think. In the event a fight gets close n' cuddly enough, like if you're climbing into an Axis encampment, the man with the knife wins almost every time... unless the other person has martial arts training. But we're far from the Pacific right now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Your way of thinking is odd. But who knows? It might just be the right way of thinking.”
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“Th-thanks sir.” He smiles. “I’m Will, by the way.”
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It would be fun to have a practice pinball fight. With high tech weapons obviously.