*how many quests are going on currently? I’m not going to stop any of them right now, but no more quests for now. I’m also establishing a rule for after all of these quests end: One quest at a time.*
*Thank you.. My 'two' would count as one right?*
*sorry, i got hasty 😔*
*No worries. Youll prolly will overshadow mine easily tho lol*
*i hope not, mine is supposed to be small and short*
*how many quests are going on currently? I’m not going to stop any of them right now, but no more quests for now. I’m also establishing a rule for after all of these quests end: One quest at a time.*
*Thank you.. My 'two' would count as one right?*
*sorry, i got hasty 😔*
*No worries. Youll prolly will overshadow mine easily tho lol*
*i hope not, mine is supposed to be small and short*
*Yes but Chris write mid, Cyno write good*
*shush*
*Chris write Great, Cyno write Great*
*Chris write bad, Cyno write amazing*
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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 Characters (Outdated)
“Sorry, sorry. I always ask what names are after I introduce myself. It was instinctive, I guess.”
“Heh, I get that. Uh, what are ya doing in the woods?”
“I was curious. I haven’t been out here yet.”
“Oh, well alright! It’s fun, you Just need to be careful not to get lost.”
“I’m pretty good at not getting lost. One of my many talents.”
“Huh, well alright then! I’m… uh, not very good at that. But I’ve mostly memorized the layout of the forest.”
They whistle. “Impressive. You must have a good memory. Unlike me.”
“Well, I’ve been here a couple of months, and it isn’t perfect. But I spent a lot of time in the woods with my- uh… friends when I was younger. I still have terrible direction, though.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah… friends. What about it?” He shifts uncomfortably.
“Hey, it’s okay to tell me. My friends aren’t exactly liked around here either.”
“They-… uh, aren’t the best people to associate with… I haven’t seen them in a couple of months, though. I, uh, used to live in Alaska.”
“I assumed you wouldn’t be referencing the future, you must be strong if you killed something that did this much damage, stronger than me. I’ll talk to whoever I can about this.”
“Thank you, kind sir. It’s, uh, my specialty. I’m a whaler, for the most part. Artemis calls upon me when a sea beast must be caught, and I am blessed by Britomartis, lady of nets. I’m a bit rusty when it comes to land combat…”
*how many quests are going on currently? I’m not going to stop any of them right now, but no more quests for now. I’m also establishing a rule for after all of these quests end: One quest at a time.*
*Thank you.. My 'two' would count as one right?*
*sorry, i got hasty 😔*
*No worries. Youll prolly will overshadow mine easily tho lol*
*i hope not, mine is supposed to be small and short*
Mykailo is sat near the edge of the central campground, where the woodlands meet the clearing. Without the heavy layering of their typical clothes, they appear slimmer, with toned arms covered in a few scattered scars of indeterminate origin. Brown and black beads hand from their wrists, where their hands work to sharpen a few rather wickedly curved arrows - made to not only kill, but to ensnare their target and maim. Their hair is fully down, curly and a deep coffee brown, layered against their more caramel toned skin. They work silently, quickly, and with a soft frown as if displeased, their brow creased slightly. Mykailo’s bow lies within arms reach, the silver glinting off of it.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Sorry, sorry. I always ask what names are after I introduce myself. It was instinctive, I guess.”
“Heh, I get that. Uh, what are ya doing in the woods?”
“I was curious. I haven’t been out here yet.”
“Oh, well alright! It’s fun, you Just need to be careful not to get lost.”
“I’m pretty good at not getting lost. One of my many talents.”
“Huh, well alright then! I’m… uh, not very good at that. But I’ve mostly memorized the layout of the forest.”
They whistle. “Impressive. You must have a good memory. Unlike me.”
“Well, I’ve been here a couple of months, and it isn’t perfect. But I spent a lot of time in the woods with my- uh… friends when I was younger. I still have terrible direction, though.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah… friends. What about it?” He shifts uncomfortably.
“Hey, it’s okay to tell me. My friends aren’t exactly liked around here either.”
“They-… uh, aren’t the best people to associate with… I haven’t seen them in a couple of months, though. I, uh, used to live in Alaska.”
“Hyperboreans?”
“What? No, they weren’t monsters. Just, uh, troublemakers…”
*how many quests are going on currently? I’m not going to stop any of them right now, but no more quests for now. I’m also establishing a rule for after all of these quests end: One quest at a time.*
*Thank you.. My 'two' would count as one right?*
*sorry, i got hasty 😔*
*No worries. Youll prolly will overshadow mine easily tho lol*
*i hope not, mine is supposed to be small and short*
Mykailo is sat near the edge of the central campground, where the woodlands meet the clearing. Without the heavy layering of their typical clothes, they appear slimmer, with toned arms covered in a few scattered scars of indeterminate origin. Brown and black beads hand from their wrists, where their hands work to sharpen a few rather wickedly curved arrows - made to not only kill, but to ensnare their target and maim. Their hair is fully down, curly and a deep coffee brown, layered against their more caramel toned skin. They work silently, quickly, and with a soft frown as if displeased, their brow creased slightly. Mykailo’s bow lies within arms reach, the silver glinting off of it.
Mykailo hears someone approaching, from the direction of the beach. A twig snaps, and the footsteps stop getting closer. Mykailo sees Elizabeth Cromwell, a rather well known hunter of Artemis, specializing in hunting sea beasts. (I don’t have the energy to describe her but she’s pirate-ey)
“Sorry, sorry. I always ask what names are after I introduce myself. It was instinctive, I guess.”
“Heh, I get that. Uh, what are ya doing in the woods?”
“I was curious. I haven’t been out here yet.”
“Oh, well alright! It’s fun, you Just need to be careful not to get lost.”
“I’m pretty good at not getting lost. One of my many talents.”
“Huh, well alright then! I’m… uh, not very good at that. But I’ve mostly memorized the layout of the forest.”
They whistle. “Impressive. You must have a good memory. Unlike me.”
“Well, I’ve been here a couple of months, and it isn’t perfect. But I spent a lot of time in the woods with my- uh… friends when I was younger. I still have terrible direction, though.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah… friends. What about it?” He shifts uncomfortably.
“Hey, it’s okay to tell me. My friends aren’t exactly liked around here either.”
“They-… uh, aren’t the best people to associate with… I haven’t seen them in a couple of months, though. I, uh, used to live in Alaska.”
“Hyperboreans?”
“What? No, they weren’t monsters. Just, uh, troublemakers…”
“I don’t mind monsters. Not all of them are bad. They have a grudge against the gods, but they can be convinced not to hate demigods.”
“I assumed you wouldn’t be referencing the future, you must be strong if you killed something that did this much damage, stronger than me. I’ll talk to whoever I can about this.”
“Thank you, kind sir. It’s, uh, my specialty. I’m a whaler, for the most part. Artemis calls upon me when a sea beast must be caught, and I am blessed by Britomartis, lady of nets. I’m a bit rusty when it comes to land combat…”
“You are still very powerful, daughter of a god and blessed by two others, I bet you’d put up a solid fight against anyone we’ve got at camp, on land or sea.” He says, laughing a little, “Is that all you do? Do you have hobbies outside of whaling?”
“Sorry, sorry. I always ask what names are after I introduce myself. It was instinctive, I guess.”
“Heh, I get that. Uh, what are ya doing in the woods?”
“I was curious. I haven’t been out here yet.”
“Oh, well alright! It’s fun, you Just need to be careful not to get lost.”
“I’m pretty good at not getting lost. One of my many talents.”
“Huh, well alright then! I’m… uh, not very good at that. But I’ve mostly memorized the layout of the forest.”
They whistle. “Impressive. You must have a good memory. Unlike me.”
“Well, I’ve been here a couple of months, and it isn’t perfect. But I spent a lot of time in the woods with my- uh… friends when I was younger. I still have terrible direction, though.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah… friends. What about it?” He shifts uncomfortably.
“Hey, it’s okay to tell me. My friends aren’t exactly liked around here either.”
“They-… uh, aren’t the best people to associate with… I haven’t seen them in a couple of months, though. I, uh, used to live in Alaska.”
“Hyperboreans?”
“What? No, they weren’t monsters. Just, uh, troublemakers…”
“I don’t mind monsters. Not all of them are bad. They have a grudge against the gods, but they can be convinced not to hate demigods.”
“Seriously, they weren’t monsters.” Kian is pretty sure he isn’t lying, but he’s not saying everything. “They were just other kids, who- uh, commited crimes. Occasionally.”
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*shush*
*Chris write Great, Cyno write Great*
*Chris write bad, Cyno write amazing*
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)
“Hyperboreans?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Thank you, kind sir. It’s, uh, my specialty. I’m a whaler, for the most part. Artemis calls upon me when a sea beast must be caught, and I am blessed by Britomartis, lady of nets. I’m a bit rusty when it comes to land combat…”
“I… I love you too Aeris… you mean everything to me…”
"Kinda a quick pull and rattle to break the elbow. Favorite flavor of iceream?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Chris write Amazing, Cyno write Amazing.*
*now shush or I shall feed you to the hounds*
"Kinda a quick pull and rattle to break the elbow. Favorite flavor of iceream?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Mykailo is sat near the edge of the central campground, where the woodlands meet the clearing. Without the heavy layering of their typical clothes, they appear slimmer, with toned arms covered in a few scattered scars of indeterminate origin. Brown and black beads hand from their wrists, where their hands work to sharpen a few rather wickedly curved arrows - made to not only kill, but to ensnare their target and maim. Their hair is fully down, curly and a deep coffee brown, layered against their more caramel toned skin. They work silently, quickly, and with a soft frown as if displeased, their brow creased slightly. Mykailo’s bow lies within arms reach, the silver glinting off of it.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“What? No, they weren’t monsters. Just, uh, troublemakers…”
*Both write something worthy of toast*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Strawberry. Or if I can find it, mango. Yours?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Creamsicle, or maple syrup"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Mykailo hears someone approaching, from the direction of the beach. A twig snaps, and the footsteps stop getting closer. Mykailo sees Elizabeth Cromwell, a rather well known hunter of Artemis, specializing in hunting sea beasts. (I don’t have the energy to describe her but she’s pirate-ey)
“I don’t mind monsters. Not all of them are bad. They have a grudge against the gods, but they can be convinced not to hate demigods.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“You are still very powerful, daughter of a god and blessed by two others, I bet you’d put up a solid fight against anyone we’ve got at camp, on land or sea.” He says, laughing a little, “Is that all you do? Do you have hobbies outside of whaling?”
He silently cries, wiping the tears before she can notice them.
*cut with Tar*
“Ooh. That sounds good. Maybe we can go out of camp and maybe get some ice cream some time.” He blushes. “Or not. Your choice.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Seriously, they weren’t monsters.” Kian is pretty sure he isn’t lying, but he’s not saying everything. “They were just other kids, who- uh, commited crimes. Occasionally.”