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.”
“The luck goddess? How’s that working out for you? He doesn’t look old enough to do that. Legally, I mean. Not that he looks like a kid, or anything, though he does. I mean. [1gp].”. Vaughn stares into the middle distance for a moment. “I don’t know what I mean.”
“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.
29 Damage: 13
22 Damage: 8
Plus sneak attack so if one of them hits, take 24 more damage.
"THERE YOU ARE!"
As his reaction from ready, he grabs Cordon on the wrist (2nd level Inflict wounds).
11
16
“… stop trying to grab me. It’s weird.”
cordon once again darts away to hide in the shadows of the Hermes cabin. Stealth; 35
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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.
Cordon once again slips out of the way, instead taking eight damage before darting off.
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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.”
“The luck goddess? How’s that working out for you? He doesn’t look old enough to do that. Legally, I mean. Not that he looks like a kid, or anything, though he does. I mean. [1gp].”. Vaughn stares into the middle distance for a moment. “I don’t know what I mean.”
“He’s twenty six or something. He’s kinda old.”
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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.
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?”
"Indeed!" he goes on about how the aspects people think the gods have could be miracles of God.
"Angelo's hot, stupid, a [GP], and gay.. Atlas cant spend more than 10 minutes with me before wanting to leave..."
“I would not believe in them myself had I not fought the gods in a great battle. I regret hurting demigods and siding with evil itself. I do not regret the harm I did to the gods.”
“What… oh. Oh. I’m really sorry, Aeris.”
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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.
29 Damage: 13
22 Damage: 8
Plus sneak attack so if one of them hits, take 24 more damage.
"THERE YOU ARE!"
As his reaction from ready, he grabs Cordon on the wrist (2nd level Inflict wounds).
11
16
“… stop trying to grab me. It’s weird.”
cordon once again darts away to hide in the shadows of the Hermes cabin. Stealth; 35
(See above post)
<Actually, since I used 'See Invisibility,' I can see you. Because now the Hide Action makes you Invisible. It's weird, but still>
He launches a menacing, ghostly hand at your position. A bell sounds. Make a Wisdom saving throw.
*uh oh*
wisdom save: 14
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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.”
“The luck goddess? How’s that working out for you? He doesn’t look old enough to do that. Legally, I mean. Not that he looks like a kid, or anything, though he does. I mean. [1gp].”. Vaughn stares into the middle distance for a moment. “I don’t know what I mean.”
“He’s twenty six or something. He’s kinda old.”
“Why’s he fighting the kid? Doesn’t he have better things to do? A job?” Vaughn frowns. “Two rapiers is a bizarre way to fight. A rapier is more effective with a parrying dagger, or with an empty off hand.”
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.”
“The luck goddess? How’s that working out for you? He doesn’t look old enough to do that. Legally, I mean. Not that he looks like a kid, or anything, though he does. I mean. [1gp].”. Vaughn stares into the middle distance for a moment. “I don’t know what I mean.”
“He’s twenty six or something. He’s kinda old.”
“Why’s he fighting the kid? Doesn’t he have better things to do? A job?” Vaughn frowns. “Two rapiers is a bizarre way to fight. A rapier is more effective with a parrying dagger, or with an empty off hand.”
*I gave him dual wielder:))*
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“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.
29 Damage: 13
22 Damage: 8
Plus sneak attack so if one of them hits, take 24 more damage.
"THERE YOU ARE!"
As his reaction from ready, he grabs Cordon on the wrist (2nd level Inflict wounds).
11
16
“… stop trying to grab me. It’s weird.”
cordon once again darts away to hide in the shadows of the Hermes cabin. Stealth; 35
(See above post)
<Actually, since I used 'See Invisibility,' I can see you. Because now the Hide Action makes you Invisible. It's weird, but still>
He launches a menacing, ghostly hand at your position. A bell sounds. Make a Wisdom saving throw.
*uh oh*
wisdom save: 14
You take 8 necrotic damage.
Cordon grunts in pain.
“(GP), you’re better than I thought. Need trick, seeing me there. But sadly, I’m still just better.”
25 Damage: 6
25 Damage: 12
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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.”
“The luck goddess? How’s that working out for you? He doesn’t look old enough to do that. Legally, I mean. Not that he looks like a kid, or anything, though he does. I mean. [1gp].”. Vaughn stares into the middle distance for a moment. “I don’t know what I mean.”
“He’s twenty six or something. He’s kinda old.”
“Why’s he fighting the kid? Doesn’t he have better things to do? A job?” Vaughn frowns. “Two rapiers is a bizarre way to fight. A rapier is more effective with a parrying dagger, or with an empty off hand.”
“Well, that kid was bullying another kid, and was also on the titans side during… y’know. Dad has a lot of resentment for people like him. Also, currently he’s on he run from the fbi.”
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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.
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?”
"Indeed!" he goes on about how the aspects people think the gods have could be miracles of God.
"Angelo's hot, stupid, a [GP], and gay.. Atlas cant spend more than 10 minutes with me before wanting to leave..."
“I would not believe in them myself had I not fought the gods in a great battle. I regret hurting demigods and siding with evil itself. I do not regret the harm I did to the gods.”
“What… oh. Oh. I’m really sorry, Aeris.”
"So, they're real, huh?" he seems shattered.
She shrugs, wiping tears from her eyes. "I hate myself, too. I just wanna go home.. or maybe i'll challenge Angelo again, see if he'll kill me.."
“They are. But hey, maybe yours is, too. Maybe they exist in the same universe.”
“Don’t hurt yourself. I want to go home too. But we can’t, and we just have to learn to live with that.”
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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.
“The luck goddess? How’s that working out for you? He doesn’t look old enough to do that. Legally, I mean. Not that he looks like a kid, or anything, though he does. I mean. [1gp].”. Vaughn stares into the middle distance for a moment. “I don’t know what I mean.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
He then attacks again for his turn.
20
16
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“… stop trying to grab me. It’s weird.”
cordon once again darts away to hide in the shadows of the Hermes cabin. Stealth; 35
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
Cordon once again slips out of the way, instead taking eight damage before darting off.
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
(See above post)
<Actually, since I used 'See Invisibility,' I can see you. Because now the Hide Action makes you Invisible. It's weird, but still>
He launches a menacing, ghostly hand at your position. A bell sounds. Make a Wisdom saving throw.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“He’s twenty six or something. He’s kinda old.”
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
“I would not believe in them myself had I not fought the gods in a great battle. I regret hurting demigods and siding with evil itself. I do not regret the harm I did to the gods.”
“What… oh. Oh. I’m really sorry, Aeris.”
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!
*uh oh*
wisdom save: 14
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 take 8 necrotic damage.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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“Why’s he fighting the kid? Doesn’t he have better things to do? A job?” Vaughn frowns. “Two rapiers is a bizarre way to fight. A rapier is more effective with a parrying dagger, or with an empty off hand.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*I gave him dual wielder:))*
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)
Cordon grunts in pain.
“(GP), you’re better than I thought. Need trick, seeing me there. But sadly, I’m still just better.”
25 Damage: 6
25 Damage: 12
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
“I make stuff explode.” He says casually, lying on the ground, “And I paint and sculpt.”
“On second thought, maybe another time. Sorry”
(have to move over to mobile)
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
“Well, that kid was bullying another kid, and was also on the titans side during… y’know. Dad has a lot of resentment for people like him. Also, currently he’s on he run from the fbi.”
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
“They are. But hey, maybe yours is, too. Maybe they exist in the same universe.”
“Don’t hurt yourself. I want to go home too. But we can’t, and we just have to learn to live with that.”
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!
He attacks you, then backs away (mobile)
24 7 damage
15 11 damage
Then he dissolves into shadow (Hide bonus action)
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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