Tired hero's dweel

The 'hero's' of the hamlet rest, ask them of their adventure be it of more hopeful moments..or of darker times.

[thedarkesthome]

For all of the heroes, who is the hardest enemy to battle you have ever encounter?

All of the hero's would talk amongst one another all discussing varies options before the holy knight himself would go and write down the answer for the writer. "The stress of it all. The knowledge of the horrors that wait for us below and knowing....we must go deal with them or die trying," -From the hero's of the hamlet.

[thedarkesthome]

To Damian, how is you're relationship with other heroes?

The martyr of pain would go and rub his chin at this point as to think of what this writer had meant. "Well....I must say they keep things very busy~! Some of them followers of the light like myself and some GODLESS HEATHENS-" He says slamming his fist onto the table....before gaining back his composure with a small grin. "Though even so....they make sure I can take what they don'r need to. They give me the pain that I ＰＲＡＹ ＦＯＲ everyday! To get closer to ＴＨＥ ＬＩＧＨＴ AND SPREAD IT'S MESSAGE OF ＶＥＧＥＮＣＥ ＡＮＤ ＰＵＲＩＴＹ THROUGH MY PAIN ONTO THOSE WHOLE HIDE IN THE DARKNESS!! HA, HA! AH HA AH HA AH HA AH!!!" He began to cackle within the building holding his face and his weapon in hand. with him slowly calming down and going back to the letter. "But for the rest of the time....I get along with them just fine my dear writer~."

[thedarkesthome]

Hey. Bigby, buddy! I have a question for you bud, did anyone treat you nicely? If they don't, I'll be your friend. Okay!

Bigby would go and see this letter with the man giving a small smile at this point. "I....thank you stranger. For even though they fear me and well....what I can become they don't treat me to harshly. I cannot say they all well....are the closest to me but if you wish to become my friend I-....Would not mind another." he say replying back to the letter and sending it off to this stranger.

[thedarkesthome]

It’s been a while huh?

It’s been a while since I’ve done something with the account, so let’s change that So come on! Send in questions for me so I can answer them!

[celestialcreativity]

MMM’s (Meliodas Mommy Milkies)

If you wanna see the I cropped version please check out my Twitter @createcelestial

[thedarkesthome]

Alhazred:

Will your patron claim your life when the candle on the skull runs out? Is it consumed with time or by using its power? Are there ways to prolong your agreement?

Alhazred was doing another ritual to contact the powers from those beyond as he would suddenly get this letter and read it to himself as he gives himself a small breath of tiredness and weary like stamina. "I must say you are not the first to ask me of this question of my....'deal' with the one I have attained power from." He says walking over to the skull itself. The ever burning candle now lit a flame with the burning essence as he slowly took it within hand. "The candle is that a sign of my contract yes, no there is no time of how it will burn out though....I guess if anything is to be called a 'time limit' per say...." The man would go and looked down upon his own body as he gives a small sigh. "It would be that of my oldling age....and nothing can prolong to that end goal for any human."

[thedarkesthome]

My vote for that double-stun attacking, wonder-wagon tugging, whip lashing Omen Seeker

Mun: Ah I see a good man of taste, I've seen others vote for snake charmer!

[thedarkesthome]

A new power?!

The jester would be walking around the estate, just happily playing his guitar without a real care in the world until he stopped to notice something, something was shinning behind the church as this peaked the jester interest. He slowly walked behind and peeked around to where it was and saw...Baldwin? Now what was he doing he wonders? “Oh sir baldwin what do you here all alone by yourself? Surely you can come with the rest of us and enjoy yourself a little company!” Cheers out the jester happily. Balowin slowly turns toward the jester, the joking young man slowly went wide eyed as he saw it...Baldwin had obtained the ultimate power.

“Fear me not  Sarmenti for I have obtained the most powerful stance.” Belows out the leaper holding his now sacred form a gift from the very light itself to fight against the darkness, The.....T-Pose. 

[thedarkesthome]

Have you seen the runaway yet? im super excited to see her in your lineup

Mun here!: Yes! Dude I'm so excited for DD 2! Man I can't wait to see all the new gameplay and how the story has changed/moved on from the first game!

[thedarkesthome]

Alright so thinking of who to add next

I got four choices at the moment, but want you guy’s thought for who you want to learn more of more. I’ve got  The thrall  The omen seeker The snake charmer  and finally The slayer What are you guys wanting to learn more bout?

[thedarkesthome]

Josephine:

What is the Two of Three? Why do you seek its final piece? What do you think will happen when you find it?

The trinket seeker looks upon this letter as she slowly stares at it as she gives a small sigh. "I....am not ready to answer this. I'm sorry writer." She says writing back to this she just...she can't say right now.

[thedarkesthome]

The monk focuses our spirits for battle.

Name: Fang Chao Gang Age: 35 Likes: A quiet place, A nice morning tea, training with allies, focusing his inner spirit, his allies Dislikes: “The horrors disturbing the realm of the living” Noisy people, necromancy, alcohol, rude people. Story: Fang’s past much like the bounty hunters is not known to his enemies or allies alike. He says it’s not important no any real exciting origins to it but some of his allies doubt that statement of his. Though what was learned from him was the many troubles his home country was facing within the world. Creatures of darkness and abominations of the very earth were rising up and attacking the many small villages of his home. His own personal village was one of the attacked one’s. Being a rather young man at the time all he could really do was fight with a pitch fork and just pray he had a strong enough swing. Though lucky a stranger that had came by the village had come to it’s defense using his many skills of hand to hand to take the creatures down with even the smallest of blades. Fang was beyond shocked by this and by the time the attack was done the young man had come to the stranger and begged him to teach him the ways of the fighting style, his thought was if he could learn this style and become skilled enough with it, he could protect his whole village from an attack like this once more. It took the stranger some time to decide but he would take fang under his wing and over the many years train him in the ways of his ancient style. “Breath, focus, strike. Step forward, spin and kick. Focus your inner self and let it burst out to those monsters around you. This is how I handle with these creatures everyday, my training has made me a solid iron body ready to vanquish these evils with this very body. So worry not your head for me going ‘weaponless’ as this body is my weapon.”- Fang to one his team mates seeing him bare handed. Mod creator:  Hellintz on steam

[thedarkesthome]

Asks?

Hey there guys you can always send more ask questions my way, I’m getting back up to speed! Also yes more characters shall be added to the list later on don’t worry 

[thedarkesthome]

For Reynauld, Dismas, or anyone else who wants to answer this one, what is the most amusing thing that ever happened in the Hamlet during this terrifying crusade of yours?

Dismas would read the letter as he goes and rubs his chin a little bit. Thinking a little back to all his moments with his fellows allies in those god forsaken places near the estate as he gives a small chuckle. He then began to write down his memory.... It was dismas the highway man, junia the vestal, alhazred the local cultist and user of the dark arts. To where the final member was of course the ever laughing jester Sarmenti as they were all sent to the warrens to clear our some of the overflowing pig men like monsters all crawling around there. It was within the end of the mission the four mighty hero's had been cornered by a rather large hunting group of these squealing abominations. Dismas was running low on bullets and his blade can only make so many of them bleed before more came to take their place. Junia could shine the flame and light upon them to smite these creatures, blasting them with holy light and healing her allies for any wounds they took. But her healing took time and at time she needed to heal her own wounds before she could get to the others. Alhazred was using his dark arts to hold back many of them, the tentacles around his body swirling in a blender like motion ether swatting or squeezing the life out of these hunters. But as much as his mind was strong his body was another thing, using so much of the dark arts was taking a toll upon his older body. He could get out his blade but he was no dismas who's an expect in the blade so he used that as a last resort. He could also heal wounds like Junia but his healing was not nearly as reliable as hers and sometimes makes the wounds the hero's had even worse. All that was left was the jester, his constant playing of his mighty lute kept the stress of this onslaught down but even his intense playing was causing him to see the direness of this battle. So whilst dancing around these brutes, slashing away with his sharpened sickle a small idea came to him. He would go and land upon a piece of a totem they had constructed to their dark gods as he whistles heavily. The many enemies of these brutish pig men go to look at him. A smirk underneath hat mask of his he goes to make a loud sound with his mouth. "FOOLISH BARBARINS! DO YOU DARE CHALLENGE MY MIGHTY POWER?!" Exclaims the mighty jester as some of them looked confused, some pissed as jester slams his fists together....and did a simply finger trick, the one where you hide the finger inside your fist and the other popping out of your other hand between your fingers. The highway man, the priestess and the cultist just looked at him....flabbergasted. What the hell was this fool doing, this a trick any child could learn.... But you see the pig men of the warrens were not that wise or smart as humans, they were a very superstitious set of creatures. So seeing a mere HUMAN they're prey just dislocate a finger was shocking to them....then he put his hands back together and his thumb was back. This got a squeal fear out of this mighty reveal. Samenti gave a small snicker then a big laugh as he suddenly began to do it with his other fingers now CHASING the pig men around whilst doing this. They feared this now new mighty user of the dark arts! The jester gave out mad cackles and laughing the entire way as he chased them down the halls. The other three of the party just stood there in complete stunted silence....before dismas began to break down in pure laughter holding his gut.... "And that's one of the funniest things I seen in a while in this accursed place." Writes down the highway man as he sends the reply off to the mailing raven.

[thedarkesthome]

“It has been some time...has it not?”

The tired crusader slowly came onto his desk, his beard mostly unkept and his eyes tired from the many, many days of the deviling into the ruins and wields below the manor’s enstatite, he would take a very tired and heavy ‘thump’ onto the chair for his desk. Slowly grabbing the feather from the ink well he would look upon the piece of paper in front of him. Giving a small breath in and out of his lungs he would nod to himself and began to write. “Hello to all out there within the wider world, I know you must be wondering were me and my companions have gone to after such a long time? I assure you most of us are safe if some just well...a little different then others. But in terms of mental and physical health we are all fine. We’ve gained so many more allies within this last year I must admit which you all shall come to learn of soon. So please if you wish to send us any questions come and send them our way. It’s been quite lovely answering those burning questions upon your wondering minds”.- Signed Reynauld  He gave another small sigh of relief, he’s managed to survive for so long here it seems like forever ago since he first came here. But he get’s up and gives it to a raven as it caws and flies off into the skies of the outer worlds, seeing who or were would get the message. 

Artist: Unknown but found it here https://www.reddit.com/r/darkestdungeon/comments/6pxk0c/started_up_a_fanart_set_of_the_hero_classes_first/

[thedarkesthome]

Ah so hey there guys, it’s me again.

I know it’s been some time since I’ve been here but I’m back through and ready to answer questions for my hero’s and all the such. If anyone is still interested 

[rotten-phantasm]

She's jus markin her territory