No matter who you are, no matter where you are, those rusty iron gates always lead to the same place. The Graveyard of Lost Souls.
The gates swing open, the creaking of the hinges echo throughout the graveyard and cold fog hits your face. A couple flakes of rust fall on your shoulders while you cross into the eerily silent cemetery. Graves to the left and graves to the right, a dusty dirt road leads up the gentle slope and a chilling wind floats by you. On top of the hill, where the graveyard peaks in height, there lies a large wooden cabin estate. You’re not quite sure what an estate is doing here, but it’s just about the only thing in the cemetery that looks even a little inviting. The windows give off a warm glow through the fog, and the chimney is emitting a small stream of smoke. Somebody’s lit a fire inside. You can faintly make out some clutter from inside, but as soon as you make it within 20 feet of the front door, all the noise ceases. The chipped and slightly off-center door swings open slowly for you to enter through. You turn around to look behind you, and you no longer see the gate you entered through, as if the fog had swallowed it whole. You are now a permanent guest at the Graveyard of Lost Souls.
There are several reasons you could be in this place of haunting spirits and laughing winds.
You’re a Soul.
You’re a Soul Hunter.
You’re a Mourner.
There are two “staff” in The Graveyard: An old man called the Keeper, and a young Black woman named Fanny. The Keeper is in charge of everything related to the graveyard. Ghosts, Soul Hunters, Mourners. He makes sure the whole process is running smoothly, even assisting spirits to their next destination through various trials. Fanny is a very welcoming young woman who helps the Keeper and keeps visitors and Mourners comfortable, baking treats often.
Souls: You have lost your life and remained past death for some reason. Perhaps you have unfinished business, perhaps there was a failed necromancy tethering you here, or perhaps you just couldn’t move on. Whatever the reason, you’re in The Graveyard now. You are visible to some mortals with the sight, and all Mourners. Additionally, souls can appear in a variety of forms. Some appear how they did in life, while others take their ideal appearance, and yet more appear in the shape of their soul.
Soul Hunters: Whether you’ve been hired or because of personal interest, you have joined the guild of Soul Hunters. Dedicated to digging up *lol im such funny y’all* the truth behind Souls, and what makes them linger beyond death. Additionally, they have the goal of ridding the world of Souls and abolishing The Graveyard. The Keeper puts up with them only because of laws and being polite, but doesn’t particularly like, or trust, them. Additionally, Soul Hunters are capable of exiting The Graveyard, unlike Souls or Mourners, although they generally prefer to stay close to keep an eye on things.
Mourners: Only the most desperate become Mourners. You once entered The Graveyard to mourn those you lost, many moons ago. You can’t remember how long it’s been, as the years start to blur. Few things remain constant: Fanny, the Keeper, the Souls, and the pain from losing your loved ones. Some Mourners find their lost ones with the Souls, but most are just trapped, forever stuck in an endless cycle of pain. All Mourners can see the Souls, adding to their torment of not being able to find the one they loved.
Landscape: There is a large wooden cabin at the top of the hill, filled with warmth and light. Fanny and the Keeper reside inside, and that is where meals are provided for the Mourners and Soul Hunters. There are several dying trees scattered about, and the entire place looks drained of life, save the area surrounding the cabin. Dead leaves swirl around in the wind, and the movement of Souls make it seem as if the wind is talking to you. You’re one of us now.
Lore:
The Graveyard has been around for a very long time. It was supposedly created by some lost god of the Somewhere, but they’re long gone. If you look closely, you can find a gravestone hidden at the farthest reaches of the Graveyard, covered in vines, with an inscription of a moth and a moon. It has been run by the Keeper and Fanny for as long as anyone can remember, and they both help around with upkeep and welcoming new Souls, though the Keeper isn’t the friendliest. The Graveyard is for Souls and Mourners alike, and while Soulhunters are allowed in for legal reasons, they are not particularly liked. Ghosts and Souls are distinctly different, Souls being sentient souls left behind after death, whereas ghosts are weepy bits left on accident, and they only have one emotion and constantly complain about anything and everything.
Rules:
Be kind and respectful to others
Keep it PG, we don’t know who’s on here
Listen to mods
Respect the wishes of others, if someone tells you to stop, stop
Take arguments to PMs
No PvP without agreement from both parties
Put the name of your favorite (dead) thread in your first post to show you’ve read these
Cut quote chains, it gets annoying on mobile and not
I hate that I have to add this one because you’d think it would fall in the same category as the FIRST RULE but, no homophobia or transphobia or racism or anything of that sort or we don’t want you here.
I will add more as necessary
Characters:
I’m not going to put a limit, but just please reasonable about it
You can play as a character from dead threads, dead from living threads, or just create new characters
If you play as a canon dead character, please play as Soul for clarity
*Note: Probably should’ve specified this earlier, but this tavern is not just for old timers, even if you’re new you can play as a Soul Hunter or Mourner and whatnot
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
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!
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
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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.
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
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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!
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
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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.
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
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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!
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
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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.
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
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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!
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
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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.
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
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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!
*Anyone want to rp? Got Devin, Trynx, Tide, Ripple, and an unnamed soul hunter.*
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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!
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
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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.
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
“I died… thirty or so years ago? Died young. Tragic accident.”
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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!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Devin is sitting in the corner of the graveyard, his ghostly chains weighing him down.
In another corner, two boys sit, talking to each other. They have silver hair, blue eyes, and wear a school uniform. They look like twins.
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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!
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
“I died… thirty or so years ago? Died young. Tragic accident.”
"Huh, guess I just haven't seen ya around then." Buttons points to his chest. "I lost a duel. Six shots in my chest. I guess ya can't be top dog forever." He chuckles lowly.
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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.
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
“I died… thirty or so years ago? Died young. Tragic accident.”
"Huh, guess I just haven't seen ya around then." Buttons points to his chest. "I lost a duel. Six shots in my chest. I guess ya can't be top dog forever." He chuckles lowly.
“And you’re a cowboy? What time period?”
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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!
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
“I died… thirty or so years ago? Died young. Tragic accident.”
"Huh, guess I just haven't seen ya around then." Buttons points to his chest. "I lost a duel. Six shots in my chest. I guess ya can't be top dog forever." He chuckles lowly.
“And you’re a cowboy? What time period?”
"Hard to tell fer certain, I don't think I even come from the same yu-nee-verse as you."
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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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No matter who you are, no matter where you are, those rusty iron gates always lead to the same place. The Graveyard of Lost Souls.
The gates swing open, the creaking of the hinges echo throughout the graveyard and cold fog hits your face. A couple flakes of rust fall on your shoulders while you cross into the eerily silent cemetery. Graves to the left and graves to the right, a dusty dirt road leads up the gentle slope and a chilling wind floats by you. On top of the hill, where the graveyard peaks in height, there lies a large wooden cabin estate. You’re not quite sure what an estate is doing here, but it’s just about the only thing in the cemetery that looks even a little inviting. The windows give off a warm glow through the fog, and the chimney is emitting a small stream of smoke. Somebody’s lit a fire inside. You can faintly make out some clutter from inside, but as soon as you make it within 20 feet of the front door, all the noise ceases. The chipped and slightly off-center door swings open slowly for you to enter through. You turn around to look behind you, and you no longer see the gate you entered through, as if the fog had swallowed it whole. You are now a permanent guest at the Graveyard of Lost Souls.
There are several reasons you could be in this place of haunting spirits and laughing winds.
There are two “staff” in The Graveyard: An old man called the Keeper, and a young Black woman named Fanny. The Keeper is in charge of everything related to the graveyard. Ghosts, Soul Hunters, Mourners. He makes sure the whole process is running smoothly, even assisting spirits to their next destination through various trials. Fanny is a very welcoming young woman who helps the Keeper and keeps visitors and Mourners comfortable, baking treats often.
Souls: You have lost your life and remained past death for some reason. Perhaps you have unfinished business, perhaps there was a failed necromancy tethering you here, or perhaps you just couldn’t move on. Whatever the reason, you’re in The Graveyard now. You are visible to some mortals with the sight, and all Mourners. Additionally, souls can appear in a variety of forms. Some appear how they did in life, while others take their ideal appearance, and yet more appear in the shape of their soul.
Soul Hunters: Whether you’ve been hired or because of personal interest, you have joined the guild of Soul Hunters. Dedicated to digging up *lol im such funny y’all* the truth behind Souls, and what makes them linger beyond death. Additionally, they have the goal of ridding the world of Souls and abolishing The Graveyard. The Keeper puts up with them only because of laws and being polite, but doesn’t particularly like, or trust, them. Additionally, Soul Hunters are capable of exiting The Graveyard, unlike Souls or Mourners, although they generally prefer to stay close to keep an eye on things.
Mourners: Only the most desperate become Mourners. You once entered The Graveyard to mourn those you lost, many moons ago. You can’t remember how long it’s been, as the years start to blur. Few things remain constant: Fanny, the Keeper, the Souls, and the pain from losing your loved ones. Some Mourners find their lost ones with the Souls, but most are just trapped, forever stuck in an endless cycle of pain. All Mourners can see the Souls, adding to their torment of not being able to find the one they loved.
Landscape: There is a large wooden cabin at the top of the hill, filled with warmth and light. Fanny and the Keeper reside inside, and that is where meals are provided for the Mourners and Soul Hunters. There are several dying trees scattered about, and the entire place looks drained of life, save the area surrounding the cabin. Dead leaves swirl around in the wind, and the movement of Souls make it seem as if the wind is talking to you. You’re one of us now.
Lore:
The Graveyard has been around for a very long time. It was supposedly created by some lost god of the Somewhere, but they’re long gone. If you look closely, you can find a gravestone hidden at the farthest reaches of the Graveyard, covered in vines, with an inscription of a moth and a moon. It has been run by the Keeper and Fanny for as long as anyone can remember, and they both help around with upkeep and welcoming new Souls, though the Keeper isn’t the friendliest. The Graveyard is for Souls and Mourners alike, and while Soulhunters are allowed in for legal reasons, they are not particularly liked. Ghosts and Souls are distinctly different, Souls being sentient souls left behind after death, whereas ghosts are weepy bits left on accident, and they only have one emotion and constantly complain about anything and everything.
Rules:
Characters:
*Note: Probably should’ve specified this earlier, but this tavern is not just for old timers, even if you’re new you can play as a Soul Hunter or Mourner and whatnot
Mods: Sel, Grad, Arch
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
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*The DAO! It’s here!*
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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*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
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 should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
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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The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
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
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
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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"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
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 sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
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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"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
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
*Like most of my taverns, it didn't last long, but Vermios: the Gay Turnip.*
*I'll try and join this one*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
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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The great bracket of D&D beyond.
*Anyone want to rp? Got Devin, Trynx, Tide, Ripple, and an unnamed soul hunter.*
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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"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
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 died… thirty or so years ago? Died young. Tragic accident.”
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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*don’t know dead threads. Might join!*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Devin is sitting in the corner of the graveyard, his ghostly chains weighing him down.
In another corner, two boys sit, talking to each other. They have silver hair, blue eyes, and wear a school uniform. They look like twins.
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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"Huh, guess I just haven't seen ya around then." Buttons points to his chest. "I lost a duel. Six shots in my chest. I guess ya can't be top dog forever." He chuckles lowly.
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
“And you’re a cowboy? What time period?”
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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"Hard to tell fer certain, I don't think I even come from the same yu-nee-verse as you."
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