Cordon is expecting it this time, and quickly moves out of the way (uncanny dodge). He instead takes 15 damage.
”Damn! You’re kinda good at this. But not enough.”
Heattacks twice with his rapiers again.
18 damage: 11
11 damage: 10
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Chase has stopped swimming and is now relaxing on the beach.
Evan has returned to the Zeus cabin, his puppy hasn’t dissipated yet.
*uh oh not more Anti-god propaganda after this fight cordon is needed even morenooo*
*mhm*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
She does a few more, ending with a cut she's somewhat satisfied with, before beginning to walk over
She nods to her "how is training?"
"Meh, decently.. Realized my master cuts needed some attention, so Ive been repracticing them"
"you seemed pretty good at them"
She shakes her head "Those were pretty imprecise.. Especially if I would try to use it as a deflect "
"could practice against me if you want"
She thinks a moment "I could go for a spar, sure!"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A camper is watching Kryfos and Cordon duke it out, a two-handed war spear angled against them while they lean against it, like 2/3s of a teepee. Their camp shirt is partially covered by a short-sleeved, black jacket covered in badges and pins, and they have bronze greaves strapped on under their cargo shorts, just barely visible where they’ve hitched upward as they’ve sat down. A hoplite-esque helmet, minus the crest, rests on the ground in front of them, polished to a well-used shine, steel-toed combat boots planted around it, and their thoroughly scarred and well-muscled arms hug the spear like an old friend. Their hair is close-shorn, dark, standing out from their lighter, chocolate-toned skin, and they observe the fight through half-closed, sleepy eyes, more out of boredom than genuine interest.
A camper is watching Kryfos and Cordon duke it out, a two-handed war spear angled against them while they lean against it, like 2/3s of a teepee. Their camp shirt is partially covered by a short-sleeved, black jacket covered in badges and pins, and they have bronze greaves strapped on under their cargo shorts, just barely visible where they’ve hitched upward as they’ve sat down. A hoplite-esque helmet, minus the crest, rests on the ground in front of them, polished to a well-used shine, steel-toed combat boots planted around it, and their thoroughly scarred and well-muscled arms hug the spear like an old friend. Their hair is close-shorn, dark, standing out from their lighter, chocolate-toned skin, and they observe the fight through half-closed, sleepy eyes, more out of boredom than genuine interest.
Clover walks up to him.
”Hey. You’re also here to watch my dad beat up this random kid?”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
A camper is watching Kryfos and Cordon duke it out, a two-handed war spear angled against them while they lean against it, like 2/3s of a teepee. Their camp shirt is partially covered by a short-sleeved, black jacket covered in badges and pins, and they have bronze greaves strapped on under their cargo shorts, just barely visible where they’ve hitched upward as they’ve sat down. A hoplite-esque helmet, minus the crest, rests on the ground in front of them, polished to a well-used shine, steel-toed combat boots planted around it, and their thoroughly scarred and well-muscled arms hug the spear like an old friend. Their hair is close-shorn, dark, standing out from their lighter, chocolate-toned skin, and they observe the fight through half-closed, sleepy eyes, more out of boredom than genuine interest.
Clover walks up to him.
”Hey. You’re also here to watch my dad beat up this random kid?”
“Your.. dad?” They stand straight and take notice. “Huh. He doesn’t fight like an old guy. You are?” They hook one arm around their spear and let the other one hang loose. “I’m Vaughn.”
Chase has stopped swimming and is now relaxing on the beach.
Evan has returned to the Zeus cabin, his puppy hasn’t dissipated yet.
Celesti is listening to it, holding a bible
Ram-ses has lead them there. He sees Aeris still in her bed.
They’re saying something about how the gods have abandoned their children, and that demigods need to rise up like the cycle of children defeating parents in Greek Mythology.
Evan enters the cabin. “You okay?”
He stands up with a counter-argument. "How can you be sure we are children of gods, and not Children of God?"
"No..." she says flatly.
“How can we? It’s not like the gods have bothered to show themselves unless absolutely necessary. Ugh.”
“What’s up?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
“Well, mainly just right here, just to let you know.”
Cordon jumps out from behind the column he was hiding behind and slashes with his rapiers.
27 Damage: 10
11 Damage: 12
Plus sneak attack so if one of them hits, take 27 more damage.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
A camper is watching Kryfos and Cordon duke it out, a two-handed war spear angled against them while they lean against it, like 2/3s of a teepee. Their camp shirt is partially covered by a short-sleeved, black jacket covered in badges and pins, and they have bronze greaves strapped on under their cargo shorts, just barely visible where they’ve hitched upward as they’ve sat down. A hoplite-esque helmet, minus the crest, rests on the ground in front of them, polished to a well-used shine, steel-toed combat boots planted around it, and their thoroughly scarred and well-muscled arms hug the spear like an old friend. Their hair is close-shorn, dark, standing out from their lighter, chocolate-toned skin, and they observe the fight through half-closed, sleepy eyes, more out of boredom than genuine interest.
Clover walks up to him.
”Hey. You’re also here to watch my dad beat up this random kid?”
“Your.. dad?” They stand straight and take notice. “Huh. He doesn’t fight like an old guy. You are?” They hook one arm around their spear and let the other one hang loose. “I’m Vaughn.”
“I’m clover, daughter of Tyche. He’s not actually my dad, just adopted me.”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
She does a few more, ending with a cut she's somewhat satisfied with, before beginning to walk over
She nods to her "how is training?"
"Meh, decently.. Realized my master cuts needed some attention, so Ive been repracticing them"
"you seemed pretty good at them"
She shakes her head "Those were pretty imprecise.. Especially if I would try to use it as a deflect "
"could practice against me if you want"
She thinks a moment "I could go for a spar, sure!"
"you'll probably win but i'm down for still trying" she shrugs
"Dont worry! Im working on more directly defensive moves so Ill use less fear tactics this time"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*mhm*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
"I'd say the same, but the only way you've been hitting me is with that Invisibility trick of yours."
He returns the attacks:
21 11 plus CON save or 3
27 8 plus CON save or 1
27 10
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
"could practice against me if you want"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*what are those second numbers? The attacks don’t hit.*
Well, seeing as you can’t hit a blow to save your life, I’ll go away.”
He quickly dashes behind the her,es cabin, taking the hide action. Stealth: 17 *plus prof bonus so 28*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
She thinks a moment "I could go for a spar, sure!"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
A camper is watching Kryfos and Cordon duke it out, a two-handed war spear angled against them while they lean against it, like 2/3s of a teepee. Their camp shirt is partially covered by a short-sleeved, black jacket covered in badges and pins, and they have bronze greaves strapped on under their cargo shorts, just barely visible where they’ve hitched upward as they’ve sat down. A hoplite-esque helmet, minus the crest, rests on the ground in front of them, polished to a well-used shine, steel-toed combat boots planted around it, and their thoroughly scarred and well-muscled arms hug the spear like an old friend. Their hair is close-shorn, dark, standing out from their lighter, chocolate-toned skin, and they observe the fight through half-closed, sleepy eyes, more out of boredom than genuine interest.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
<they were poison damage if they did hit>
"Run, run, little rabbit."
Perception: 16
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
Clover walks up to him.
”Hey. You’re also here to watch my dad beat up this random kid?”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Now, where did you go..?"
He prepares (ready) to attack anyone that emerges from the shadows.
<It'll happen after you hit him>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
“Your.. dad?” They stand straight and take notice. “Huh. He doesn’t fight like an old guy. You are?” They hook one arm around their spear and let the other one hang loose. “I’m Vaughn.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“How can we? It’s not like the gods have bothered to show themselves unless absolutely necessary. Ugh.”
“What’s up?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
“Well, mainly just right here, just to let you know.”
Cordon jumps out from behind the column he was hiding behind and slashes with his rapiers.
27 Damage: 10
11 Damage: 12
Plus sneak attack so if one of them hits, take 27 more damage.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"you'll probably win but i'm down for still trying" she shrugs
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“I’m clover, daughter of Tyche. He’s not actually my dad, just adopted me.”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Dont worry! Im working on more directly defensive moves so Ill use less fear tactics this time"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"THERE YOU ARE!"
As his reaction from ready, he grabs Cordon on the wrist (2nd level Inflict wounds).
10
29
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
“I heard about that, though there isn’t much I can likely do to help, I would love a better place to stay.”