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Elrond is standing in his counseling chambers.

With a swish of a cloak, a figure appears at the door. He wears a brambled, roughened gray, the wizened hairs of his beard draping long over it. "How fares the valley?" he asks, twirling his fingers to reveal a small, wooden pipe. 

*Note: Since it's one of his trademark things, I'm going to use the pipe, but if it makes anyone uncomfortable, feel free to tell me.* 

 Upon seeing Gandalf, Elrond visibly relaxes, saying "Ah, the normal, nothing really out of the ordinary, out of the valley... is another story."

"Out of the valley, what? Elrond, tell me if bad tidings come!"  

 "I don't know if any of it is true, rumors upon rumors."

“Rumors are the greatest and worst form of truth. Before I might share mine with you, what is the issue?”

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

*I'm not really sure how to interact with this, to be completely honest.* 

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

*I'm not really sure how to interact with this, to be completely honest.* 

 *Fair.*

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

*I'm not really sure how to interact with this, to be completely honest.* 

 *Fair.*

 *Wes!*

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

*I'm not really sure how to interact with this, to be completely honest.* 

 *Fair.*

 *Wes!*

*Let's chat somewhere else. I've been trying to not clog this place up with chatting and quote chains, to help our people on mobile.* 

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

*I'm not really sure how to interact with this, to be completely honest.* 

 *Fair.*

 *Wes!*

*Let's chat somewhere else. I've been trying to not clog this place up with chatting and quote chains, to help our people on mobile.* 

 *Good idea.*

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

 "so i was correct. and i do not need council directly, i was told to come here, and what i was told is that it is a place to ask advice and assistance. my sibling is harmed you see, and i was told you might be able to assist, or know someone who could"

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

 "so i was correct. and i do not need council directly, i was told to come here, and what i was told is that it is a place to ask advice and assistance. my sibling is harmed you see, and i was told you might be able to assist, or know someone who could"

 "Harmed? A curse or a blow from battle, tch tch, I would say it is your sibling's fault for engaging in such dastardly matters, but, I feel, I should help you. What happened to your sibling?"

*logging off*

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

 "so i was correct. and i do not need council directly, i was told to come here, and what i was told is that it is a place to ask advice and assistance. my sibling is harmed you see, and i was told you might be able to assist, or know someone who could"

 "Harmed? A curse or a blow from battle, tch tch, I would say it is your sibling's fault for engaging in such dastardly matters, but, I feel, I should help you. What happened to your sibling?"

*logging off*

 It's no... traditional wound. you see, my sibling, he was made to hold a being, and as was I, though i failed to remain hollow enough to do so. But this being was vanquished and... my brother still holds the scars, physically and mentally, because you see this being was held within his mind

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

 "so i was correct. and i do not need council directly, i was told to come here, and what i was told is that it is a place to ask advice and assistance. my sibling is harmed you see, and i was told you might be able to assist, or know someone who could"

 "Harmed? A curse or a blow from battle, tch tch, I would say it is your sibling's fault for engaging in such dastardly matters, but, I feel, I should help you. What happened to your sibling?"

*logging off*

 It's no... traditional wound. you see, my sibling, he was made to hold a being, and as was I, though i failed to remain hollow enough to do so. But this being was vanquished and... my brother still holds the scars, physically and mentally, because you see this being was held within his mind

 The old man looks up from a medicinal textbook "A curse? Why, that's much harder to ward than a disease" The old man throws away the textbook and start consulting an arcane text

*wait, is Hollow Knight saved from the infection?*

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

 "so i was correct. and i do not need council directly, i was told to come here, and what i was told is that it is a place to ask advice and assistance. my sibling is harmed you see, and i was told you might be able to assist, or know someone who could"

 "Harmed? A curse or a blow from battle, tch tch, I would say it is your sibling's fault for engaging in such dastardly matters, but, I feel, I should help you. What happened to your sibling?"

*logging off*

 It's no... traditional wound. you see, my sibling, he was made to hold a being, and as was I, though i failed to remain hollow enough to do so. But this being was vanquished and... my brother still holds the scars, physically and mentally, because you see this being was held within his mind

 The old man looks up from a medicinal textbook "A curse? Why, that's much harder to ward than a disease" The old man throws away the textbook and start consulting an arcane text

*wait, is Hollow Knight saved from the infection?*

 *depending on the end, yes. the one im doing is closest to the delecate flower ending*

"luckily as i mentioned, said being was vanquised, but he still is... not right"

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

 "so i was correct. and i do not need council directly, i was told to come here, and what i was told is that it is a place to ask advice and assistance. my sibling is harmed you see, and i was told you might be able to assist, or know someone who could"

 "Harmed? A curse or a blow from battle, tch tch, I would say it is your sibling's fault for engaging in such dastardly matters, but, I feel, I should help you. What happened to your sibling?"

*logging off*

 It's no... traditional wound. you see, my sibling, he was made to hold a being, and as was I, though i failed to remain hollow enough to do so. But this being was vanquished and... my brother still holds the scars, physically and mentally, because you see this being was held within his mind

 The old man looks up from a medicinal textbook "A curse? Why, that's much harder to ward than a disease" The old man throws away the textbook and start consulting an arcane text

*wait, is Hollow Knight saved from the infection?*

 *depending on the end, yes. the one im doing is closest to the delecate flower ending*

"luckily as i mentioned, said being was vanquised, but he still is... not right"

 The old man looks up thinking "You're not being very clear, lad, is the current condition aftermath of the curse or a result of trauma from the curse."

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a small creature walked into the town, his white mask-like head glinting slightly, two pincer-like horns protruding from the top, his body a pure, voidic black, the eyeholes in the mask being the only blemish and revealing only darkness. he was in a leaflike cloak, a odd weapon sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and triangular blade, a few inches wider than the handle. the air around him whispered of darkness

 the creature walks through the town (presumably) drawing attention as it wanders through

 

 

 The creature walked into the counseling chambers (unaware of the other in the room at first) and looked around, as a voice echoed in their minds, the voice young, yet ageless at the same time, toneless and emotionless "Am I correct that this is a place to ask for advice and assistance?"

 An pile stirs and sits upright to reveal an old man

"What a strange creature! What is it you need counseling for?"

 "so i was correct. and i do not need council directly, i was told to come here, and what i was told is that it is a place to ask advice and assistance. my sibling is harmed you see, and i was told you might be able to assist, or know someone who could"

 "Harmed? A curse or a blow from battle, tch tch, I would say it is your sibling's fault for engaging in such dastardly matters, but, I feel, I should help you. What happened to your sibling?"

*logging off*

 It's no... traditional wound. you see, my sibling, he was made to hold a being, and as was I, though i failed to remain hollow enough to do so. But this being was vanquished and... my brother still holds the scars, physically and mentally, because you see this being was held within his mind

 The old man looks up from a medicinal textbook "A curse? Why, that's much harder to ward than a disease" The old man throws away the textbook and start consulting an arcane text

*wait, is Hollow Knight saved from the infection?*

 *depending on the end, yes. the one im doing is closest to the delecate flower ending*

"luckily as i mentioned, said being was vanquised, but he still is... not right"

 The old man looks up thinking "You're not being very clear, lad, is the current condition aftermath of the curse or a result of trauma from the curse."

 "from what limited knowlege i have? seems to be both. the 'curse' is lifted, but his mind is still broken somewhat, as well as" his voice shuddered "the mask."

The orc walks into the council chambers. “My name is Drigdar. I come from the grey mountains and I have come to speak to Elrond about an alliance between my tribe and Rivendell.”

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The orc walks into the council chambers. “My name is Drigdar. I come from the grey mountains and I have come to speak to Elrond about an alliance between my tribe and Rivendell.”

  the small creature (resdescribing: white, bug-like mask encasing his head, with two pincer-like horns protruding from the top of his head, and two eyeholes carved into the mask, only revealing darkness. his body is a pure void black, wrapped in a leaf-like cloak, with a odd blade strapped to his back, comprised of a handle, and triangular blade, the base a bit thicker than the handle) turned towards the orc, and a voice echoed in their mind, young, yet ageless, as well as emotionless "hasnt anyone told you it is rude to interupt?"

An elf walks into Rivendell from the valley, his clothes marked with dirt. He wears all green, and has golden-blond hair and fair skin. He has a bow and quiver slung over his back, and is heading towards the river.

The orc looks over at the creature and replies. “No.”