“They are not automatons… they are flesh and blood Pegasi, which are real.”
"So you glued fake wings to real horses...?"
“they are real horses, with real, functioning wings that they are biologically born with-“
"... Hate to break how insane you are, but thats not how things work.. OH WAIT!! Did I fall asleep with the VR goggles on again? And now Ive woken up already in an online rp game... Impressive graphics!."
*he is hilarious, Elizabeth is resisting the urge to punch him*
“They are not automatons… they are flesh and blood Pegasi, which are real.”
"So you glued fake wings to real horses...?"
“they are real horses, with real, functioning wings that they are biologically born with-“
"... Hate to break how insane you are, but thats not how things work.. OH WAIT!! Did I fall asleep with the VR goggles on again? And now Ive woken up already in an online rp game... Impressive graphics!."
*he is hilarious, Elizabeth is resisting the urge to punch him*
”I-… what is a, ‘VR Goggles,’?”
"Sorry, right, in character.." He takes a deep breath "Okay, for background, what tech level is the game world in..?"
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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 Characters (Outdated)
At the top of the nearby hill, a taller young man watches the ruckus with an almost curious expression. He looks to be around 17-18, broad and with scarred hands and forearms that lie pale against his more sepia-toned skin. Around his neck is a thin rope necklace holding four beads, decorated with a few extra smaller carved wood shapes. His shorter dreads are loosely decorated with silver cuffs, framing his face. The demigod’s eyes are a deep hazel, almost greenish in the light, a scarf semi-obscuring the lower half of his face and part of his neck, though a sword tattoo is visible spanning from behind his left ear. He has a few piercings, mostly spikes and small cuffs.
Slung over his shoulder is a well worn cavalry spear, hooked on the edge and glinting with celestial bronze. The demigod’s clothes are some mix of a CHB shirt overlayed with more loose attire, sleeveless and exposing his arms. His pants are loose, with silver chain-like decorations, and he wears thick combat boats with an iron sole.
The boy glances over every few seconds, seeming wary of the person just watching as he puts his plague doctor mask back on. One of the skeletons waves excitedly
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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)
At the top of the nearby hill, a taller young man watches the ruckus with an almost curious expression. He looks to be around 17-18, broad and with scarred hands and forearms that lie pale against his more sepia-toned skin. Around his neck is a thin rope necklace holding four beads, decorated with a few extra smaller carved wood shapes. His shorter dreads are loosely decorated with silver cuffs, framing his face. The demigod’s eyes are a deep hazel, almost greenish in the light, a scarf semi-obscuring the lower half of his face and part of his neck, though a sword tattoo is visible spanning from behind his left ear. He has a few piercings, mostly spikes and small cuffs.
Slung over his shoulder is a well worn cavalry spear, hooked on the edge and glinting with celestial bronze. The demigod’s clothes are some mix of a CHB shirt overlayed with more loose attire, sleeveless and exposing his arms. His pants are loose, with silver chain-like decorations, and he wears thick combat boats with an iron sole.
From the shadows, two glowing red lights flicker as if watching the young man approach, staying hidden.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
At the top of the nearby hill, a taller young man watches the ruckus with an almost curious expression. He looks to be around 17-18, broad and with scarred hands and forearms that lie pale against his more sepia-toned skin. Around his neck is a thin rope necklace holding four beads, decorated with a few extra smaller carved wood shapes. His shorter dreads are loosely decorated with silver cuffs, framing his face. The demigod’s eyes are a deep hazel, almost greenish in the light, a scarf semi-obscuring the lower half of his face and part of his neck, though a sword tattoo is visible spanning from behind his left ear. He has a few piercings, mostly spikes and small cuffs.
Slung over his shoulder is a well worn cavalry spear, hooked on the edge and glinting with celestial bronze. The demigod’s clothes are some mix of a CHB shirt overlayed with more loose attire, sleeveless and exposing his arms. His pants are loose, with silver chain-like decorations, and he wears thick combat boats with an iron sole.
The boy glances over every few seconds, seeming wary of the person just watching as he puts his plague doctor mask back on. One of the skeletons waves excitedly
He pulls his scarf down, glancing between the skeletons with a deep frown as he makes his way over. “New here? Welcome to camp, demigod.” His voice is a deeper monotone, with a traceable accent - likely North African, somewhere in the Western Sahara. “Your skeletons are friendly, I hope?”
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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
At the top of the nearby hill, a taller young man watches the ruckus with an almost curious expression. He looks to be around 17-18, broad and with scarred hands and forearms that lie pale against his more sepia-toned skin. Around his neck is a thin rope necklace holding four beads, decorated with a few extra smaller carved wood shapes. His shorter dreads are loosely decorated with silver cuffs, framing his face. The demigod’s eyes are a deep hazel, almost greenish in the light, a scarf semi-obscuring the lower half of his face and part of his neck, though a sword tattoo is visible spanning from behind his left ear. He has a few piercings, mostly spikes and small cuffs.
Slung over his shoulder is a well worn cavalry spear, hooked on the edge and glinting with celestial bronze. The demigod’s clothes are some mix of a CHB shirt overlayed with more loose attire, sleeveless and exposing his arms. His pants are loose, with silver chain-like decorations, and he wears thick combat boats with an iron sole.
From the shadows, two glowing red lights flicker as if watching the young man approach, staying hidden.
“Reveal yourself, shade.” They say, shrugging their spear off of their shoulder into their left hand.
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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
At the top of the nearby hill, a taller young man watches the ruckus with an almost curious expression. He looks to be around 17-18, broad and with scarred hands and forearms that lie pale against his more sepia-toned skin. Around his neck is a thin rope necklace holding four beads, decorated with a few extra smaller carved wood shapes. His shorter dreads are loosely decorated with silver cuffs, framing his face. The demigod’s eyes are a deep hazel, almost greenish in the light, a scarf semi-obscuring the lower half of his face and part of his neck, though a sword tattoo is visible spanning from behind his left ear. He has a few piercings, mostly spikes and small cuffs.
Slung over his shoulder is a well worn cavalry spear, hooked on the edge and glinting with celestial bronze. The demigod’s clothes are some mix of a CHB shirt overlayed with more loose attire, sleeveless and exposing his arms. His pants are loose, with silver chain-like decorations, and he wears thick combat boats with an iron sole.
The boy glances over every few seconds, seeming wary of the person just watching as he puts his plague doctor mask back on. One of the skeletons waves excitedly
He pulls his scarf down, glancing between the skeletons with a deep frown as he makes his way over. “New here? Welcome to camp, demigod.” His voice is a deeper monotone, with a traceable accent - likely North African, somewhere in the Western Sahara. “Your skeletons are friendly, I hope?”
"Demigod?? Is that what this game is supposed to be? And the skeletons arent mine!! They just started following me earlier.."
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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)
"Demigod?? Is that what this game is supposed to be? And the skeletons arent mine!! They just started following me earlier.."
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll let the others fill you in then. How did you acquire skeleton companions?”
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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
As the sun fully sets, it leaves the world blanketed under an a gentle night, stars shining softly, the moon a growing gibbous the sky. Near the barrier to the camp, a small shadowy blob darts swiftly along the grass, occasionally darting into the shadow of a nearby tree, only to reappear out of a shadow on another tree a good distance away. The sounds of snarls and howls hot on the shadow’s heels. Eventually, the shadow crosses the barrier, continuing to dart on until it has reached a good hundred feet away from the barriers edge, turning back to face the direction of its pursuers. A pack of hellhounds run up, stoping around the edge of the barrier, sniffing the air even as smoke drifts from their nostrils. Confused, the fiery beasts search for where their prey has possibly gone, before they take off in a different direction, away from the camp.
The shadowy blob seems to almost sigh in relief, before it darts further into the camp, hidden amidst the shadows of the trees and the embrace of the night.
Soon, the shadowy blob reaches the cabin, rises from one of the shadows near the grand bonfire. The little blob looks around abit curiously, noticing some new faces that are heading to their cabins to settle down or converse by the bonefire. Two glowing red lights appear near the top of the shadowy blow, flickering in and out as if the blob is blinking.
"...What the hell are you?" Atticus asks, crouching down.
The shadowy blob jumps a bit, turning its red light-like eyes up at Atticus. The lights flicker as if to mimic blinking as he takes the boy in, before the blob begins to grow and morph to reveal a teen roughy 5'10'. He wears a black hoodie and a black face mask that looking like an open toothy maw with a red inner mouth, black jeans, black boots and thick black gloves, fully covering his body from head to toe. Atticus can not see the boy's upper face, except for two glowing red eyes staring out at him. Around his neck is a CBH necklace with eight beads. "I'm a camper...same as you." a voice comes out, a bit scratchy and eerie sounding. "Hello"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Demigod?? Is that what this game is supposed to be? And the skeletons arent mine!! They just started following me earlier.."
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll let the others fill you in then. How did you acquire skeleton companions?”
"They are not my companions!! Theyre just... Ugh, creepy! They popped out and started following me when the frikin cyclops game enemy started chasing me"
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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)
"Demigod?? Is that what this game is supposed to be? And the skeletons arent mine!! They just started following me earlier.."
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll let the others fill you in then. How did you acquire skeleton companions?”
"They are not my companions!! Theyre just... Ugh, creepy! They popped out and started following me when the frikin cyclops game enemy started chasing me"
“And they… helped you? Where are you from?” He frowns.
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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
At the top of the nearby hill, a taller young man watches the ruckus with an almost curious expression. He looks to be around 17-18, broad and with scarred hands and forearms that lie pale against his more sepia-toned skin. Around his neck is a thin rope necklace holding four beads, decorated with a few extra smaller carved wood shapes. His shorter dreads are loosely decorated with silver cuffs, framing his face. The demigod’s eyes are a deep hazel, almost greenish in the light, a scarf semi-obscuring the lower half of his face and part of his neck, though a sword tattoo is visible spanning from behind his left ear. He has a few piercings, mostly spikes and small cuffs.
Slung over his shoulder is a well worn cavalry spear, hooked on the edge and glinting with celestial bronze. The demigod’s clothes are some mix of a CHB shirt overlayed with more loose attire, sleeveless and exposing his arms. His pants are loose, with silver chain-like decorations, and he wears thick combat boats with an iron sole.
From the shadows, two glowing red lights flicker as if watching the young man approach, staying hidden.
“Reveal yourself, shade.” They say, shrugging their spear off of their shoulder into their left hand.
The lights flicker again, before disappearing. After a moment, a teen covered from head to toe in all black steps out of the shadows, his hood and face makes obscuring his face save for his glowing red eyes. A Camp necklace containing 8 beads adorning his neck. "Impressive....most don't spot me...or don't care to notice..." the boys speaks in an unnatural tone, scratchy and ghostly.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
As the sun fully sets, it leaves the world blanketed under an a gentle night, stars shining softly, the moon a growing gibbous the sky. Near the barrier to the camp, a small shadowy blob darts swiftly along the grass, occasionally darting into the shadow of a nearby tree, only to reappear out of a shadow on another tree a good distance away. The sounds of snarls and howls hot on the shadow’s heels. Eventually, the shadow crosses the barrier, continuing to dart on until it has reached a good hundred feet away from the barriers edge, turning back to face the direction of its pursuers. A pack of hellhounds run up, stoping around the edge of the barrier, sniffing the air even as smoke drifts from their nostrils. Confused, the fiery beasts search for where their prey has possibly gone, before they take off in a different direction, away from the camp.
The shadowy blob seems to almost sigh in relief, before it darts further into the camp, hidden amidst the shadows of the trees and the embrace of the night.
Soon, the shadowy blob reaches the cabin, rises from one of the shadows near the grand bonfire. The little blob looks around abit curiously, noticing some new faces that are heading to their cabins to settle down or converse by the bonefire. Two glowing red lights appear near the top of the shadowy blow, flickering in and out as if the blob is blinking.
"...What the hell are you?" Atticus asks, crouching down.
The shadowy blob jumps a bit, turning its red light-like eyes up at Atticus. The lights flicker as if to mimic blinking as he takes the boy in, before the blob begins to grow and morph to reveal a teen roughy 5'10'. He wears a black hoodie and a black face mask that looking like an open toothy maw with a red inner mouth, black jeans, black boots and thick black gloves, fully covering his body from head to toe. Atticus can not see the boy's upper face, except for two glowing red eyes staring out at him. Around his neck is a CBH necklace with eight beads. "I'm a camper...same as you." a voice comes out, a bit scratchy and eerie sounding. "Hello"
He stands up and ently grab's their chin, inspecting them. "You don't look like a normal demi-god, my new friend.. But there is.. A certain appeal to your look."
He lets them go, "Nice to meet you, my name is Atticus."
He looks down at the hand, seemingly not use to such a gesture, before slowly taking it. His hands are cool to the touch, the a crisp evening breeze.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*he is hilarious, Elizabeth is resisting the urge to punch him*
”I-… what is a, ‘VR Goggles,’?”
"Sorry, right, in character.." He takes a deep breath "Okay, for background, what tech level is the game world in..?"
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)
“No… strange occurrences or anything?”
The boy glances over every few seconds, seeming wary of the person just watching as he puts his plague doctor mask back on. One of the skeletons waves excitedly
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)
From the shadows, two glowing red lights flicker as if watching the young man approach, staying hidden.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
omar is taking a walk. they look tired
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He pulls his scarf down, glancing between the skeletons with a deep frown as he makes his way over. “New here? Welcome to camp, demigod.” His voice is a deeper monotone, with a traceable accent - likely North African, somewhere in the Western Sahara. “Your skeletons are friendly, I hope?”
— 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
“Reveal yourself, shade.” They say, shrugging their spear off of their shoulder into their left hand.
— 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
"Demigod?? Is that what this game is supposed to be? And the skeletons arent mine!! They just started following me earlier.."
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)
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll let the others fill you in then. How did you acquire skeleton companions?”
— 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
The shadowy blob jumps a bit, turning its red light-like eyes up at Atticus. The lights flicker as if to mimic blinking as he takes the boy in, before the blob begins to grow and morph to reveal a teen roughy 5'10'. He wears a black hoodie and a black face mask that looking like an open toothy maw with a red inner mouth, black jeans, black boots and thick black gloves, fully covering his body from head to toe. Atticus can not see the boy's upper face, except for two glowing red eyes staring out at him. Around his neck is a CBH necklace with eight beads. "I'm a camper...same as you." a voice comes out, a bit scratchy and eerie sounding. "Hello"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"They are not my companions!! Theyre just... Ugh, creepy! They popped out and started following me when the frikin cyclops game enemy started chasing me"
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)
“And they… helped you? Where are you from?” He frowns.
— 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
The lights flicker again, before disappearing. After a moment, a teen covered from head to toe in all black steps out of the shadows, his hood and face makes obscuring his face save for his glowing red eyes. A Camp necklace containing 8 beads adorning his neck. "Impressive....most don't spot me...or don't care to notice..." the boys speaks in an unnatural tone, scratchy and ghostly.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He looks down at the hand, seemingly not use to such a gesture, before slowly taking it. His hands are cool to the touch, the a crisp evening breeze.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills