Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Evan is flying around in the woods. He notices Caleb.
Chase is in the arena, watching him.
Caleb notices Evan, and quickly pockets the phone. He waves, a nervous smile on his face.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword. He notices Chase is watching him and waves awkwardly, pausing.
“What’s up, ice man? Did I see something glowing? Do you have glow powers too?”
“Nice!” Chase says. “Keep moving. Don’t get caught standing still. A still man is a dead man.”
“Heh, what?… nope, you must’ve been imagining things.”
he smiles. “Thanks.” Harvey and the other kid begin sparring again. Harvey still loses, but he does a bit better this time.
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
“Yeah, Caleb. You’re, uh… Evan?”
he chuckles lightly. “I think I’m better with my fists.”
“Yeah!”
“Well then, what’s stopping you? Try it with your fists. Maybe you can ask the Hephaestus cabin to get you some gloves with spikes or something to do more damage.”
“So, uhm… why are you out in the woods?…”
”good point…” (he doesn’t even need gloves :> he’s a Mercy Monk) he says something to the person he’s sparring with, and begrudgingly, he drops his sword. Harvey does as well.
*Yup!!* "But do you want one? If you do, then itd be well worth it"
"I've got a spare, just... no one can surf with me without a spare. If you want to get me one, I wont tell you not to, I guess."
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
"Doesn't matter, I'd love it either way, you should smile more confidently, your smile is pretty." He feels his scar, sighing.
"Thats.. Very kind of you to say.. Even if I think youre just being flattering to a friend.. Thank you. Ill try to get something I think youll like. And... Hopefully the scar should heal in a few days"
He takes the ring of regeneration off of his finger, "I don't want the scar to heal, and I want you to know I'm being honest." He hands them the ring back, "You should take this back, I don't need it anymore."
"Alright.. Then Ill keep it for if you or anyone else ever needs it again. I tend to try to get the magical items back eventually... Itd be unfair just to permanently give them away, I feel"
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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)
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Evan is flying around in the woods. He notices Caleb.
Chase is in the arena, watching him.
Caleb notices Evan, and quickly pockets the phone. He waves, a nervous smile on his face.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword. He notices Chase is watching him and waves awkwardly, pausing.
“What’s up, ice man? Did I see something glowing? Do you have glow powers too?”
“Nice!” Chase says. “Keep moving. Don’t get caught standing still. A still man is a dead man.”
“Heh, what?… nope, you must’ve been imagining things.”
he smiles. “Thanks.” Harvey and the other kid begin sparring again. Harvey still loses, but he does a bit better this time.
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
“Yeah, Caleb. You’re, uh… Evan?”
he chuckles lightly. “I think I’m better with my fists.”
“Yeah!”
“Well then, what’s stopping you? Try it with your fists. Maybe you can ask the Hephaestus cabin to get you some gloves with spikes or something to do more damage.”
“So, uhm… why are you out in the woods?…”
”good point…” (he doesn’t even need gloves :> he’s a Mercy Monk) he says something to the person he’s sparring with, and begrudgingly, he drops his sword. Harvey does as well.
“Taking a fly around. How ‘bout you?”
Chase watches him attentively.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
*Yup!!* "But do you want one? If you do, then itd be well worth it"
"I've got a spare, just... no one can surf with me without a spare. If you want to get me one, I wont tell you not to, I guess."
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
"Doesn't matter, I'd love it either way, you should smile more confidently, your smile is pretty." He feels his scar, sighing.
"Thats.. Very kind of you to say.. Even if I think youre just being flattering to a friend.. Thank you. Ill try to get something I think youll like. And... Hopefully the scar should heal in a few days"
He takes the ring of regeneration off of his finger, "I don't want the scar to heal, and I want you to know I'm being honest." He hands them the ring back, "You should take this back, I don't need it anymore."
"Alright.. Then Ill keep it for if you or anyone else ever needs it again. I tend to try to get the magical items back eventually... Itd be unfair just to permanently give them away, I feel"
"Good, someone else will need it more than I do, and I didn't deserve it in the first place. You know... I like talking to you, it feels good. Did you write your letter yet?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Makana watches from hiding for now 22, waiting
That’d beat his passive perception.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword and starting again.
She tries to get a good look at the other person, more worried about them than him
It’s someone she doesn’t know. A Hermes kid, probably.
She will just wait for now, watching quietly the whole time
After a bit more practice, the Hermes kid takes a break and leaves the arena, leaving Harvey alone, taking a break and drinking some water.
She waits until the Hermes kid is out of sight before walking over carefully "E-Evening.."
Harvey looks up at her. “Oh, hi. How are you?…”
"Im... Better than last night, I think... Im ready i hope"
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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)
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Fitte is also wandering through the woods. He sees Caleb, and yells over to him.
"Yo! Dude! I remember you! You welcomed me to camp!"
He pockets the phone immediately.
”oh, hi!… how-uh… how have you been?”
"Pretty good. I'm apparently the son of Athena. My half-siblings don't really like me, though... I feel more at home with the Hephaestus cabin anyways, I suppose. Hey, what's your number?"
“I-uh… well… we aren’t really supposed to have phones…”
"Wait, we're not? But you just had a phone, yo!" He points to the bulge in Caleb's pocket. "What about walkie-talkies?"
“Mm… don’t tell anyone that. About my phone. And I don’t think we can have those either…”
"But... it's against the rules, yo! You could get in trouble! And why not?"
A young woman sat by Thalia's tree, flipping through a worn leather book silently. Her long silver hair drooped over her shoulders as she absentmindedly flipped through the stiff, wrinkled pages. This wouldn't have been an odd sight at camp half-blood, except for the fact that this particular half-blood was blind. A silky black blindfold covered her eyes as she stared ahead, tracing the wordings on the crinkled pages, slowly "reading" the pages of the book. Apathy was born without sight, something she was often made fun of for, but somehow she could still see. Her eyes were faded, yes, but she could sense those around her, somehow. It wasn't until she was claimed, however, that she learned that it was a gift from her father Apollo, the god of the sun, healing, and prophecies. Then she was brought to this place. This peaceful place where all of her worries faded away...
She begins to sence a presence nearby, walking closer. But... something's off. This presence is... more than one. Like... theres another mind inhabiting the body of one person, one that was not always there.
Apathy looked up from her book. "Is somebody there?"
"Hm? Oh. Yeah. Did I startle you..?"
"Yes, but... it's quite alright... um... may I have your names?"
"... What do you mean, 'names'...?"
Her voice is tight and panicked.
"I sense something about you... like... your soul..." Apathy slowly reaches out towards the other person, curiosity in written on her face "...It's not like other souls... it's almost..." She hesitates for a second, then says "...split."
"... Oh no."
*HEHE ALL MY CHARACTERS ARE GETTING THEIR REVEAL*
Seeing as nobody's stopping her, Apathy places a hand on the other person's chest. "...It's strange... I've never felt anything like this..."
She pushes you away.
"Don't do that!"
For the split second she's in contact, a torrent of thoughts enters her mind. A chaotic flow of thoughts, panic, incomprehensible madness.
Apathy stumbles back, fear flickering across her face. "What... what is...? I-I'm sorry... I-I just..." She backs away
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
*Yup!!* "But do you want one? If you do, then itd be well worth it"
"I've got a spare, just... no one can surf with me without a spare. If you want to get me one, I wont tell you not to, I guess."
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
"Doesn't matter, I'd love it either way, you should smile more confidently, your smile is pretty." He feels his scar, sighing.
"Thats.. Very kind of you to say.. Even if I think youre just being flattering to a friend.. Thank you. Ill try to get something I think youll like. And... Hopefully the scar should heal in a few days"
He takes the ring of regeneration off of his finger, "I don't want the scar to heal, and I want you to know I'm being honest." He hands them the ring back, "You should take this back, I don't need it anymore."
"Alright.. Then Ill keep it for if you or anyone else ever needs it again. I tend to try to get the magical items back eventually... Itd be unfair just to permanently give them away, I feel"
"Good, someone else will need it more than I do, and I didn't deserve it in the first place. You know... I like talking to you, it feels good. Did you write your letter yet?"
She shakes her head "I like talking to you, too, and you do deserve it.. But Im going to find the kid soon for the letter..." *Archfey interaction :)*
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)
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Evan is flying around in the woods. He notices Caleb.
Chase is in the arena, watching him.
Caleb notices Evan, and quickly pockets the phone. He waves, a nervous smile on his face.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword. He notices Chase is watching him and waves awkwardly, pausing.
“What’s up, ice man? Did I see something glowing? Do you have glow powers too?”
“Nice!” Chase says. “Keep moving. Don’t get caught standing still. A still man is a dead man.”
“Heh, what?… nope, you must’ve been imagining things.”
he smiles. “Thanks.” Harvey and the other kid begin sparring again. Harvey still loses, but he does a bit better this time.
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
“Yeah, Caleb. You’re, uh… Evan?”
he chuckles lightly. “I think I’m better with my fists.”
“Yeah!”
“Well then, what’s stopping you? Try it with your fists. Maybe you can ask the Hephaestus cabin to get you some gloves with spikes or something to do more damage.”
“So, uhm… why are you out in the woods?…”
”good point…” (he doesn’t even need gloves :> he’s a Mercy Monk) he says something to the person he’s sparring with, and begrudgingly, he drops his sword. Harvey does as well.
“Taking a fly around. How ‘bout you?”
Chase watches him attentively.
“Oh-… uh, I was just out here… uh- waiting for someone. Alex.” Deception: 16!
this time, it is a very different fight. Without a sword, Harvey is light on his feet, and the other kid barely lands a blow. Harvey practically dances around him, dodging and weaving and then- he delivers a punch right to his chest. The other kid stumbled backwards, falling.
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Fitte is also wandering through the woods. He sees Caleb, and yells over to him.
"Yo! Dude! I remember you! You welcomed me to camp!"
He pockets the phone immediately.
”oh, hi!… how-uh… how have you been?”
"Pretty good. I'm apparently the son of Athena. My half-siblings don't really like me, though... I feel more at home with the Hephaestus cabin anyways, I suppose. Hey, what's your number?"
“I-uh… well… we aren’t really supposed to have phones…”
"Wait, we're not? But you just had a phone, yo!" He points to the bulge in Caleb's pocket. "What about walkie-talkies?"
“Mm… don’t tell anyone that. About my phone. And I don’t think we can have those either…”
"But... it's against the rules, yo! You could get in trouble! And why not?"
“That’s why you shouldn’t tell anyone-… it… it can attract monsters, using devices like this.”
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Evan is flying around in the woods. He notices Caleb.
Chase is in the arena, watching him.
Caleb notices Evan, and quickly pockets the phone. He waves, a nervous smile on his face.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword. He notices Chase is watching him and waves awkwardly, pausing.
“What’s up, ice man? Did I see something glowing? Do you have glow powers too?”
“Nice!” Chase says. “Keep moving. Don’t get caught standing still. A still man is a dead man.”
“Heh, what?… nope, you must’ve been imagining things.”
he smiles. “Thanks.” Harvey and the other kid begin sparring again. Harvey still loses, but he does a bit better this time.
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
“Yeah, Caleb. You’re, uh… Evan?”
he chuckles lightly. “I think I’m better with my fists.”
“Yeah!”
“Well then, what’s stopping you? Try it with your fists. Maybe you can ask the Hephaestus cabin to get you some gloves with spikes or something to do more damage.”
“So, uhm… why are you out in the woods?…”
”good point…” (he doesn’t even need gloves :> he’s a Mercy Monk) he says something to the person he’s sparring with, and begrudgingly, he drops his sword. Harvey does as well.
“Taking a fly around. How ‘bout you?”
Chase watches him attentively.
“Oh-… uh, I was just out here… uh- waiting for someone. Alex.” Deception: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.!
this time, it is a very different fight. Without a sword, Harvey is light on his feet, and the other kid barely lands a blow. Harvey practically dances around him, dodging and weaving and then- he delivers a punch right to his chest. The other kid stumbled backwards, falling.
*Yup!!* "But do you want one? If you do, then itd be well worth it"
"I've got a spare, just... no one can surf with me without a spare. If you want to get me one, I wont tell you not to, I guess."
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
"Doesn't matter, I'd love it either way, you should smile more confidently, your smile is pretty." He feels his scar, sighing.
"Thats.. Very kind of you to say.. Even if I think youre just being flattering to a friend.. Thank you. Ill try to get something I think youll like. And... Hopefully the scar should heal in a few days"
He takes the ring of regeneration off of his finger, "I don't want the scar to heal, and I want you to know I'm being honest." He hands them the ring back, "You should take this back, I don't need it anymore."
"Alright.. Then Ill keep it for if you or anyone else ever needs it again. I tend to try to get the magical items back eventually... Itd be unfair just to permanently give them away, I feel"
"Good, someone else will need it more than I do, and I didn't deserve it in the first place. You know... I like talking to you, it feels good. Did you write your letter yet?"
She shakes her head "I like talking to you, too, and you do deserve it.. But Im going to find the kid soon for the letter..." *Archfey interaction :)*
“Do that whenever you like, I’ll be here for you when you ever feel like talking again, I’ll probably be polishing my other board.”
“So, uhm… why are you out in the woods?…”
”good point…” (he doesn’t even need gloves :> he’s a Mercy Monk) he says something to the person he’s sparring with, and begrudgingly, he drops his sword. Harvey does as well.
"Alright.. Then Ill keep it for if you or anyone else ever needs it again. I tend to try to get the magical items back eventually... Itd be unfair just to permanently give them away, I feel"
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!
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Harvey looks up at her. “Oh, hi. How are you?…”
“Taking a fly around. How ‘bout you?”
Chase watches him attentively.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"I see. This is it, then. Ready?"
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*don’t mind me, plotting future events to make Elijah’s life miserable*
"Good, someone else will need it more than I do, and I didn't deserve it in the first place. You know... I like talking to you, it feels good. Did you write your letter yet?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Im... Better than last night, I think... Im ready i hope"
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)
"Where is the entrance, exactly?"
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
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"But... it's against the rules, yo! You could get in trouble! And why not?"
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
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Apathy stumbles back, fear flickering across her face. "What... what is...? I-I'm sorry... I-I just..." She backs away
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
She shakes her head "I like talking to you, too, and you do deserve it.. But Im going to find the kid soon for the letter..." *Archfey interaction :)*
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)
“Oh-… uh, I was just out here… uh- waiting for someone. Alex.” Deception: 16!
this time, it is a very different fight. Without a sword, Harvey is light on his feet, and the other kid barely lands a blow. Harvey practically dances around him, dodging and weaving and then- he delivers a punch right to his chest. The other kid stumbled backwards, falling.
“That’s why you shouldn’t tell anyone-… it… it can attract monsters, using devices like this.”
Caleb’s deception: 15
<And I am planning future case files. For Jeremiah, who is surprisingly popular...>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“Alright! I have some paper.”
“Do that whenever you like, I’ll be here for you when you ever feel like talking again, I’ll probably be polishing my other board.”
*ooh, what’s Jeremiah’s deal?*
"But... if it attracts monsters, why are you using it?"
<Poor Fitte. I'm not sure he can take this much rulebreaking.>
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
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