Fandom Disparate Seekers of Hallownest, a Hollow Knight RP

[Thanny]

Dragonborn1

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Setting: The areas in and around Hallownest, including the outer reaches leading to the kingdom. The kingdom is in the process of sealing away the affliction of the land, but such comes at a terrible price. The atrocities that occupy the present game Hollow Knight are taking a primal form.

Plot: Wayward adventurers from distant lands find themselves in perplexing company as they travel to Hallownest, lured in by the request of The Pale King who had occupied the land for some time. Along the way, things are not as the invitation seemed. Danger will loom in almost every quarter as the Weavers, the feral, the Kingdom residents, and others still go through the stages of fear and distrust as an unknown sickness destroys the land. Yours may not be a role of the land's savior, but you may yet save some, or perhaps your only aim is an establishment as a great and renowned warrior.

Characters outside of game:

Ravio, a firefly. Slight of build , short-limbed, and capped with a white chitin mask and woven wide-brimmed hat, Ravio has little ability to hold a nail effectively, but knows a few helpful things that kept him alive when his glowing "lightning" fluid does not slay a beast. Key personality and traits are the following: timid, playful, eloquent, artistic, loyal.

Brick, a goliath beetle. Tall and not very smart, Brick has a boisterous nature that often either lands him in trouble or quiets a room. Strong of body he can make massive sweeps with his spear, and even if he does not strike with the blade the damage can be lethal. He has a softer side, like most his size, and loves figuring out things once it enters his slow brain. Key personality and traits are dense, powerful, unrefined, and curious.

Pine, a wizened old bug who practices some of the more refined natures of spiritbending. He can fire powerful beams from his soul, conjure flame, teleport, and fly without need for his wings, but is not much use in terms of a bigger fight. Key personality and traits are secretive, knowledgeable, not physically gifted, and somewhat senile.

The world is rife with danger, but still there are those who are willing to brave it. But why, adventurer, would you go to Hallownest? Their king is a tyrant. I know of the unspeakable things that had occurred during the latest crisis. I had suffered under the glow of eyes and the directed cruelties there and fled, scarred as I am, for my life to this very city not even a week ago. So why, warrior, would you go to the east across that bald desertscape? Fame? Power? Glory? Respect? Or perhaps a sort of vengeance for those who died? Whatever you go there for, I hope you receive it. Before you leave, this old bug implores a request: save my countrymen, whether it be from themselves or powers beyond them. They do not deserve their fate.

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Huddled over a knobby heartwood cane, a wizened master looked down the desert path where so many pinholes of steps marked the ground. The cold desert did not take the footfalls with its wind, as there was an unearthly calm in the air. His face was grimmer than usual. Refugees fled the kingdom before the trains of people just stopped. Some tales had circulated that the kingdom shut in its citizens, but was this desperation from the king because the situation was too small or because the situation was too great?

"Just looking at it doesn't make you any closer, Pine," came from close by, the voice cheerful and jocular.

It came from a figure on an outcropped rock above, and when the sage turned his aged head he saw the lean figure of Ravio, the firefly that had decided to join him to cross the perilous desert. Safety in numbers was not a new concept, but it was odd to find one so small journey across the sands.

They were stark comparisons. Pine was bulky and rounded, bearded, cloaked in simple travelling clothes, and had dangerous features that changed faster than his other movements. The one above, Ravio, was thin and a featherweight, and his ostentatious clothing consisting of a mothwing cloak and colourful dyed red and green coat shocked most people.

Pine analysed his companion with a slow look that showed little, but the other seemed to retract. His was a look of hidden power, and his gaze had a simple but effective message: "Careful."

"Right, fair enough." Ravio fell from his perch gracefully, his wings taking the air in beneath him and ensuring a safe fall. "But I am sure that the others would agree we should continue."

They both looked over to the others in the group, a goliath beetle who towered over the entire company with a look of uncertainty. He did not want to cause any issue with the group, so he remained quiet and looked toward the fourth and last of the group -- Lancelot -- hoping to hear his answer before saying anything himself. He did not want to have violence between his first companions in a while.

 

[Dragonborn1]

Dragonborn1

Spoiler

Setting: The areas in and around Hallownest, including the outer reaches leading to the kingdom. The kingdom is in the process of sealing away the affliction of the land, but such comes at a terrible price. The atrocities that occupy the present game Hollow Knight are taking a primal form.

Plot: Wayward adventurers from distant lands find themselves in perplexing company as they travel to Hallownest, lured in by the request of The Pale King who had occupied the land for some time. Along the way, things are not as the invitation seemed. Danger will loom in almost every quarter as the Weavers, the feral, the Kingdom residents, and others still go through the stages of fear and distrust as an unknown sickness destroys the land. Yours may not be a role of the land's savior, but you may yet save some, or perhaps your only aim is an establishment as a great and renowned warrior.

Characters outside of game:

Ravio, a firefly. Slight of build , short-limbed, and capped with a white chitin mask and woven wide-brimmed hat, Ravio has little ability to hold a nail effectively, but knows a few helpful things that kept him alive when his glowing "lightning" fluid does not slay a beast. Key personality and traits are the following: timid, playful, eloquent, artistic, loyal.

Brick, a goliath beetle. Tall and not very smart, Brick has a boisterous nature that often either lands him in trouble or quiets a room. Strong of body he can make massive sweeps with his spear, and even if he does not strike with the blade the damage can be lethal. He has a softer side, like most his size, and loves figuring out things once it enters his slow brain. Key personality and traits are dense, powerful, unrefined, and curious.

Pine, a wizened old bug who practices some of the more refined natures of spiritbending. He can fire powerful beams from his soul, conjure flame, teleport, and fly without need for his wings, but is not much use in terms of a bigger fight. Key personality and traits are secretive, knowledgeable, not physically gifted, and somewhat senile.

The world is rife with danger, but still there are those who are willing to brave it. But why, adventurer, would you go to Hallownest? Their king is a tyrant. I know of the unspeakable things that had occurred during the latest crisis. I had suffered under the glow of eyes and the directed cruelties there and fled, scarred as I am, for my life to this very city not even a week ago. So why, warrior, would you go to the east across that bald desertscape? Fame? Power? Glory? Respect? Or perhaps a sort of vengeance for those who died? Whatever you go there for, I hope you receive it. Before you leave, this old bug implores a request: save my countrymen, whether it be from themselves or powers beyond them. They do not deserve their fate.

~~ xx ~~ xx ~~ xx ~~

Huddled over a knobby heartwood cane, a wizened master looked down the desert path where so many pinholes of steps marked the ground. The cold desert did not take the footfalls with its wind, as there was an unearthly calm in the air. His face was grimmer than usual. Refugees fled the kingdom before the trains of people just stopped. Some tales had circulated that the kingdom shut in its citizens, but was this desperation from the king because the situation was too small or because the situation was too great?

"Just looking at it doesn't make you any closer, Pine," came from close by, the voice cheerful and jocular.

It came from a figure on an outcropped rock above, and when the sage turned his aged head he saw the lean figure of Ravio, the firefly that had decided to join him to cross the perilous desert. Safety in numbers was not a new concept, but it was odd to find one so small journey across the sands.

They were stark comparisons. Pine was bulky and rounded, bearded, cloaked in simple travelling clothes, and had dangerous features that changed faster than his other movements. The one above, Ravio, was thin and a featherweight, and his ostentatious clothing consisting of a mothwing cloak and colourful dyed red and green coat shocked most people.

Pine analysed his companion with a slow look that showed little, but the other seemed to retract. His was a look of hidden power, and his gaze had a simple but effective message: "Careful."

"Right, fair enough." Ravio fell from his perch gracefully, his wings taking the air in beneath him and ensuring a safe fall. "But I am sure that the others would agree we should continue."

They both looked over to the others in the group, a goliath beetle who towered over the entire company with a look of uncertainty. He did not want to cause any issue with the group, so he remained quiet and looked toward the fourth and last of the group -- Lancelot -- hoping to hear his answer before saying anything himself. He did not want to have violence between his first companions in a while.

The cockroach sat on top of a rock, head low. The wide brimmed hat upon their head hid their features. As the group continued its conformation, the cockroach raised his hand for them to stop.
His body lifted from the seat waddling over.
“Now, now, no need to fight. I agree, we should keep moving. We’re almost there no need to bicker about it.”

The cane in his hand clacked along the ground. The cloak covering his body swayed slightly. Moving ahead of the group, not waiting for any of them.

 

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The two younger individuals, Ravio and the tall goliath, glanced at each other with a sense of droll amusement, Ravio tittering to himself and walking on with a skip in his step. The wind finally picked up, filling the holes with its presence and, in the end, caving the holes in with parched sand.

"Come on, Brick. You heard Lancelot. The faster we move on, the more we can figure out what is happening and perhaps do something about it."

The tall beetle nodded in assent and swaggered bulkily over the form of rocks, dunes, and more. It was a marvel that he was able to move this far on three lunches' worth considering his size. Nearly two days had passed and Brick had not complained. Perhaps it was his single-mindedness that provided this tenacity, or perhaps it was because he was used to long lengths between meals. Ravio looked toward the large bug, paused, and pulled something out of his pack before lobbing it his direction.

"For the road," Ravio continued, smiling as Brick looked down at the small morsel that was wrapped in a layer of leaves. It was not much, but he hoped that would help.

More time had passed, and the cold of the desert gave way to dawn's promise of warmth. Shivering became replaced with sweating. The road ahead slithered left and right, barely identified by wind-shorn white cloth that flapped errantly in the desert gusts from multiple rocks. It had not been morning for very long before the cliffs could be observed, and the group continued on this way for a bit longer. The towering cliffs could only be considered the exit of this great desert. However, the elder paused, reaching out his taloned hand and sharply giving out a sibilance.

"Hold. Something approaches. Do you see it to the left, above the cliff? That dark cloud?" asked Pine.

Ravio looked on, raising a hand to block out the sand from his eyes. He squinted at a dark wisp that travelled south toward them. The building light of a hazy sky did not at all make it any more distinguishable from the blue-white backdrop, but it was barely observable.

"A desert cloud? There's nothing too shocking about that. They are usually that small and usually that scarce in quantity."

"Not that," hissed Pine again. "That cloud is moving wrongly."

Brick was quiet and watched the cloud with interest. Pine looked with worry. Ravio felt uncertain about his companion's words, but still looked at it as if it were a fantasy made up by the old bug. And then they saw the flash of red-orange, and the grinding whir of buzzing wings. Ravio panicked first.

"Oh, World Mothers. Aspids! And lots of them! We need to find cover!" he whispered to the group, looking about for anything to shelter them. Barring a few lone rocky outcroppings, there was nothing . . . well, nothing that would hide Brick anyways. He cursed under his breath. "Lancelot, what should we do? Hide or continue? The cliffs might provide more cover for us, but we'll be chased and harassed."

((I'll let you choose your route here. The group can stand and fight, giving the aspids a good bloody nose if they decide to come down, or we can try to skirt the issue by running for dear life. If you have played Breath of the Wild, I consider them like the bat-like Keese swarms that roam over the world map: relatively harmless, but can really do a ton of damage to the unprepared.))

 

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The two younger individuals, Ravio and the tall goliath, glanced at each other with a sense of droll amusement, Ravio tittering to himself and walking on with a skip in his step. The wind finally picked up, filling the holes with its presence and, in the end, caving the holes in with parched sand.

"Come on, Brick. You heard Lancelot. The faster we move on, the more we can figure out what is happening and perhaps do something about it."

The tall beetle nodded in assent and swaggered bulkily over the form of rocks, dunes, and more. It was a marvel that he was able to move this far on three lunches' worth considering his size. Nearly two days had passed and Brick had not complained. Perhaps it was his single-mindedness that provided this tenacity, or perhaps it was because he was used to long lengths between meals. Ravio looked toward the large bug, paused, and pulled something out of his pack before lobbing it his direction.

"For the road," Ravio continued, smiling as Brick looked down at the small morsel that was wrapped in a layer of leaves. It was not much, but he hoped that would help.

More time had passed, and the cold of the desert gave way to dawn's promise of warmth. Shivering became replaced with sweating. The road ahead slithered left and right, barely identified by wind-shorn white cloth that flapped errantly in the desert gusts from multiple rocks. It had not been morning for very long before the cliffs could be observed, and the group continued on this way for a bit longer. The towering cliffs could only be considered the exit of this great desert. However, the elder paused, reaching out his taloned hand and sharply giving out a sibilance.

"Hold. Something approaches. Do you see it to the left, above the cliff? That dark cloud?" asked Pine.

Ravio looked on, raising a hand to block out the sand from his eyes. He squinted at a dark wisp that travelled south toward them. The building light of a hazy sky did not at all make it any more distinguishable from the blue-white backdrop, but it was barely observable.

"A desert cloud? There's nothing too shocking about that. They are usually that small and usually that scarce in quantity."

"Not that," hissed Pine again. "That cloud is moving wrongly."

Brick was quiet and watched the cloud with interest. Pine looked with worry. Ravio felt uncertain about his companion's words, but still looked at it as if it were a fantasy made up by the old bug. And then they saw the flash of red-orange, and the grinding whir of buzzing wings. Ravio panicked first.

"Oh, World Mothers. Aspids! And lots of them! We need to find cover!" he whispered to the group, looking about for anything to shelter them. Barring a few lone rocky outcroppings, there was nothing . . . well, nothing that would hide Brick anyways. He cursed under his breath. "Lancelot, what should we do? Hide or continue? The cliffs might provide more cover for us, but we'll be chased and harassed."

((I'll let you choose your route here. The group can stand and fight, giving the aspids a good bloody nose if they decide to come down, or we can try to skirt the issue by running for dear life. If you have played Breath of the Wild, I consider them like the bat-like Keese swarms that roam over the world map: relatively harmless, but can really do a ton of damage to the unprepared.))

Lancelot squinted his eyes from the blowing sand. The old bug lead the group forward possibly because he was the oldest. The warmth that washed over the group was a refreshing change to the chilly atmosphere.
He stopped, joining the rest of the group in their stillness, the soft buzzing was heard over the wind slowly growing in intensity.
“We stay…”

The cockroach unsheathed the blade from his cane. The thin silver blade was like a pin from how narrow it was, however it was sharp.
“We came this far. Why stop now?”