Asada would soon enter the mess hall to make some lunch for himself.
Not long after, Andrew enters the mess hall carrying a dead deer over his shoulder.
“What are you doing with that deer?” Evan yelps.
"Uh, I'm going to cook it obviously," Andrew says in a monotone voice.
"I can help with that," Asada says.
"Sweet," the white haired boy says as he sets the deer down on one of the tables.
“There’s plenty of food here, you don’t need to hunt and kill an innocent animal! Asada, why are you helping him?” *Everyone else is making second or third or eighth characters, I probably should too.*
*I'm just sticking with Omar. I have plans for them*
*There are at most four gods I want my chars to be the children of.*
“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
“Sense? I suppose sight is a sense, if you quibble a little.” They pause. “Yourself? This isn’t a roundabout way of asking for a tour, is it?”
“Nope, been here two days, basically know everything.” *im on a bus so if I disappear it’s probably WiFi jsyk*
*Confused that acronym for a Scandinavian furniture store initially.* “Really? That’s fast. It took me at least a few weeks to find everything. Did you intend to ask me anything other than a vaguely foreboding question about my provenance?”
“It’s sarcasm, grandpa. I found out there was an armory this morning for Gods’ sakes!”
“I’m glad you think I look so wise. Yes, the armory is certainly.. well stocked. Seen the climbing wall yet?” They flash a wicked grin.
“Yep. About twice as fast as the other people, but Hunter of Artemis Liam blew me out of the water.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Arpo continues to look through the passage. "Yeah... Food Bringer, that's what this is about!"
"Perfect! Thank you so much for your help, Arpo"
"I thank you, Food Bringer! Arpo so lonely... But Food Bringer Arpo's friend now!"
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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.
Asada would soon enter the mess hall to make some lunch for himself.
Not long after, Andrew enters the mess hall carrying a dead deer over his shoulder.
Angelo looks at Andrew approvingly. "Nice catch. No bullets either? Respect."
*Congrats, Cyno, for the 5002 reply!*
*awesome! when do I get my 500 dollar cash prize*
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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
Asada would soon enter the mess hall to make some lunch for himself.
Not long after, Andrew enters the mess hall carrying a dead deer over his shoulder.
“What are you doing with that deer?” Evan yelps.
"Uh, I'm going to cook it obviously," Andrew says in a monotone voice.
"I can help with that," Asada says.
"Sweet," the white haired boy says as he sets the deer down on one of the tables.
“There’s plenty of food here, you don’t need to hunt and kill an innocent animal! Asada, why are you helping him?” *Everyone else is making second or third or eighth characters, I probably should too.*
"Because I like to cook...and venison is tasty?" Asada says awkwardly, wondering what he did to upset Evan by offering to help.
"I was told to hunt if I wanted to eat, so I did. Blame the other campers for instructing me to do so. Its already dead anyways. Might as well not waste the body." Andrew says unbothered as he begins to skin the deer.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Asada would soon enter the mess hall to make some lunch for himself.
Not long after, Andrew enters the mess hall carrying a dead deer over his shoulder.
Angelo looks at Andrew approvingly. "Nice catch. No bullets either? Respect."
*Congrats, Cyno, for the 5002 reply!*
*awesome! when do I get my 500 dollar cash prize*
*whoopsies meant 5000, and you will get your 500 dollar prize the second I regain access to the Inside of Drizzt's house!*
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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.
“Ah! Irish. Didn’t hear it the first time.” They stand and offer their hand to shake. “I’m Irish myself. County Laois. So no, not from here but I have been here a few times. What about you? Frequent visitor?” They appear to have completely lost the earlier conversation.
He sort of awkwardly shakes their hand. "Nope. I got here three days ago, where I was then told that bloody Greek gods were real and secretly my real parents, and that if I don't stay in this camp full of kids with two adults for supervision, I was going to get attacked and die. Oh, and that I have to live with a bunch of pickpockets. And that I need to fight other kids with museum style weapons. Oh, and the real kicker, apparently if I prove I'm really [gp]ing great enough, my magical absentee parent will come down and tell me they love me once before disappearing forever back into the sky." He takes a breath. "Belfast. I'm from bloody Belfast."
“Oh. My condolences, for Belfast and the rest. Hermes Cabin aren’t all pickpockets, but it’s an above-average distribution. And yes, you will get attacked and die if you leave. I’ve been where you are, and it doesn’t get much better if I’m honest. If you’re lucky enough to get claimed by a major god, you get moved to another cabin, which could be better or much, much worse. Belfast.. Catholic family? You have the twang. Also, Chiron and Mr D are kind of a step above adults. They’re a centaur and a god, respectively, and theoretically well equipped to handle whatever goes on here. What’s your name? I’m Sadbhbán. Sadbhbán Devoy.”
Arpo continues to look through the passage. "Yeah... Food Bringer, that's what this is about!"
"Perfect! Thank you so much for your help, Arpo"
"I thank you, Food Bringer! Arpo so lonely... But Food Bringer Arpo's friend now!"
"Do you want me to try bringing more friends around sometime?"
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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)
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
"I just haven't seen you around before. you new?"
“Far from it, though I just got here for the summer, if that’s what you’re asking. What about yourself?”
"I'm here year-round. I assume you've been claimed?"
“Little bit of a rude question, buddy. Claiming is pretty rare. I’ll let it go. Yes, I have been claimed.” They frown a little bit at them. “It took a long time.”
"sorry about that. good for you, getting claimed though!"
“Hardly. I think it was meant to happen earlier, but they forgot. Happened apparently at random. Don’t put too much stock in it. You don’t need your divine parent to validate whatever you feel like doing.”
Arpo continues to look through the passage. "Yeah... Food Bringer, that's what this is about!"
"Perfect! Thank you so much for your help, Arpo"
"I thank you, Food Bringer! Arpo so lonely... But Food Bringer Arpo's friend now!"
"Do you want me to try bringing more friends around sometime?"
"Huh? What Food Bringer means?"
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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.
“Oh. My condolences, for Belfast and the rest. Hermes Cabin aren’t all pickpockets, but it’s an above-average distribution. And yes, you will get attacked and die if you leave. I’ve been where you are, and it doesn’t get much better if I’m honest. If you’re lucky enough to get claimed by a major god, you get moved to another cabin, which could be better or much, much worse. Belfast.. Catholic family? You have the twang. Also, Chiron and Mr D are kind of a step above adults. They’re a centaur and a god, respectively, and theoretically well equipped to handle whatever goes on here. What’s your name? I’m Sadbhbán. Sadbhbán Devoy.”
"Centaur and a god. Right." He folds his arms. "My father was Catholic. Didn't take after him in that regard. And my name's Angelo. Angelo O' Beirne." He says his last name almost as if a little self conscious about it. Arcana check.
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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
“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
“Sense? I suppose sight is a sense, if you quibble a little.” They pause. “Yourself? This isn’t a roundabout way of asking for a tour, is it?”
“Nope, been here two days, basically know everything.” *im on a bus so if I disappear it’s probably WiFi jsyk*
*Confused that acronym for a Scandinavian furniture store initially.* “Really? That’s fast. It took me at least a few weeks to find everything. Did you intend to ask me anything other than a vaguely foreboding question about my provenance?”
“It’s sarcasm, grandpa. I found out there was an armory this morning for Gods’ sakes!”
“I’m glad you think I look so wise. Yes, the armory is certainly.. well stocked. Seen the climbing wall yet?” They flash a wicked grin.
“Yep. About twice as fast as the other people, but Hunter of Artemis Liam blew me out of the water.”
“Hmm. I was hoping to terrify you with the lava. Put in a shift in the strawberry fields yet?”
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
"I just haven't seen you around before. you new?"
“Far from it, though I just got here for the summer, if that’s what you’re asking. What about yourself?”
"I'm here year-round. I assume you've been claimed?"
“Little bit of a rude question, buddy. Claiming is pretty rare. I’ll let it go. Yes, I have been claimed.” They frown a little bit at them. “It took a long time.”
"sorry about that. good for you, getting claimed though!"
“Hardly. I think it was meant to happen earlier, but they forgot. Happened apparently at random. Don’t put too much stock in it. You don’t need your divine parent to validate whatever you feel like doing.”
they visibly brighten up "thanks. I tell that to other people a lot, but its nice to have someone tell me. I can tell you probably want me out of your hair, so imma leave. thanks for the talk!"
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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!!!!!!
Asada would soon enter the mess hall to make some lunch for himself.
Not long after, Andrew enters the mess hall carrying a dead deer over his shoulder.
“What are you doing with that deer?” Evan yelps.
"Uh, I'm going to cook it obviously," Andrew says in a monotone voice.
"I can help with that," Asada says.
"Sweet," the white haired boy says as he sets the deer down on one of the tables.
“There’s plenty of food here, you don’t need to hunt and kill an innocent animal! Asada, why are you helping him?” *Everyone else is making second or third or eighth characters, I probably should too.*
"Because I like to cook...and venison is tasty?" Asada says awkwardly, wondering what he did to upset Evan by offering to help.
"I was told to hunt if I wanted to eat, so I did. Blame the other campers for instructing me to do so. Its already dead anyways. Might as well not waste the body." Andrew says unbothered as he begins to skin the deer.
“The nymphs can give you food. You don’t have to hunt your own.”
"Thanks, I can be pretty stealthy when I want to be." he says as he skins the deer.
"You keeping the antlers? I'll take them if you're not." He says, walking over and leaning against the table.
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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
“Oh. My condolences, for Belfast and the rest. Hermes Cabin aren’t all pickpockets, but it’s an above-average distribution. And yes, you will get attacked and die if you leave. I’ve been where you are, and it doesn’t get much better if I’m honest. If you’re lucky enough to get claimed by a major god, you get moved to another cabin, which could be better or much, much worse. Belfast.. Catholic family? You have the twang. Also, Chiron and Mr D are kind of a step above adults. They’re a centaur and a god, respectively, and theoretically well equipped to handle whatever goes on here. What’s your name? I’m Sadbhbán. Sadbhbán Devoy.”
"Centaur and a god. Right." He folds his arms. "My father was Catholic. Didn't take after him in that regard. And my name's Angelo. Angelo O' Beirne." He says his last name almost as if a little self conscious about it. Arcana check.
“What do you mean by ‘right?’ They are. It’s kind of hard to miss the horse half, you know. O’Beirne. Angelo is little unusual. Italian mother?” Arcana: 10
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
"I just haven't seen you around before. you new?"
“Far from it, though I just got here for the summer, if that’s what you’re asking. What about yourself?”
"I'm here year-round. I assume you've been claimed?"
“Little bit of a rude question, buddy. Claiming is pretty rare. I’ll let it go. Yes, I have been claimed.” They frown a little bit at them. “It took a long time.”
"sorry about that. good for you, getting claimed though!"
“Hardly. I think it was meant to happen earlier, but they forgot. Happened apparently at random. Don’t put too much stock in it. You don’t need your divine parent to validate whatever you feel like doing.”
they visibly brighten up "thanks. I tell that to other people a lot, but its nice to have someone tell me. I can tell you probably want me out of your hair, so imma leave. thanks for the talk!"
“See you around, buddy. You’re welcome. I dispense wisdom once a week from this spot.”
“The nymphs can give you food. You don’t have to hunt your own.”
"Well, that would have been nice to know before I went through the trouble. Besides, I thought this was a training and survival camp?" Andrew says a bit annoyed.
"But...I've seen several other students hunt and fish here..." Asada says confused as he grabs some items to season the deer meat with.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Thanks, I can be pretty stealthy when I want to be." he says as he skins the deer.
"You keeping the antlers? I'll take them if you're not." He says, walking over and leaning against the table.
"Knock yourself out with them, I'm mostly interested in the meat, though I suppose I can see what I can make with some of the bones later." Andrew says.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*There are at most four gods I want my chars to be the children of.*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Yep. About twice as fast as the other people, but Hunter of Artemis Liam blew me out of the water.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"I thank you, Food Bringer! Arpo so lonely... But Food Bringer Arpo's friend now!"
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
*awesome! when do I get my 500 dollar cash prize*
— 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
"Because I like to cook...and venison is tasty?" Asada says awkwardly, wondering what he did to upset Evan by offering to help.
"I was told to hunt if I wanted to eat, so I did. Blame the other campers for instructing me to do so. Its already dead anyways. Might as well not waste the body." Andrew says unbothered as he begins to skin the deer.
"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
*whoopsies meant 5000, and you will get your 500 dollar prize the second I regain access to the Inside of Drizzt's house!*
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
“Oh. My condolences, for Belfast and the rest. Hermes Cabin aren’t all pickpockets, but it’s an above-average distribution. And yes, you will get attacked and die if you leave. I’ve been where you are, and it doesn’t get much better if I’m honest. If you’re lucky enough to get claimed by a major god, you get moved to another cabin, which could be better or much, much worse. Belfast.. Catholic family? You have the twang. Also, Chiron and Mr D are kind of a step above adults. They’re a centaur and a god, respectively, and theoretically well equipped to handle whatever goes on here. What’s your name? I’m Sadbhbán. Sadbhbán Devoy.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Thanks, I can be pretty stealthy when I want to be." he says as he skins the deer.
"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
"Do you want me to try bringing more friends around sometime?"
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)
“Hardly. I think it was meant to happen earlier, but they forgot. Happened apparently at random. Don’t put too much stock in it. You don’t need your divine parent to validate whatever you feel like doing.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Huh? What Food Bringer means?"
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
"Centaur and a god. Right." He folds his arms. "My father was Catholic. Didn't take after him in that regard. And my name's Angelo. Angelo O' Beirne." He says his last name almost as if a little self conscious about it. Arcana check.
— 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
“Hmm. I was hoping to terrify you with the lava. Put in a shift in the strawberry fields yet?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
they visibly brighten up "thanks. I tell that to other people a lot, but its nice to have someone tell me. I can tell you probably want me out of your hair, so imma leave. thanks for the talk!"
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!!!!!!
“The nymphs can give you food. You don’t have to hunt your own.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"You keeping the antlers? I'll take them if you're not." He says, walking over and leaning against the table.
— 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 do you mean by ‘right?’ They are. It’s kind of hard to miss the horse half, you know. O’Beirne. Angelo is little unusual. Italian mother?”
Arcana: 10
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“See you around, buddy. You’re welcome. I dispense wisdom once a week from this spot.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Well, that would have been nice to know before I went through the trouble. Besides, I thought this was a training and survival camp?" Andrew says a bit annoyed.
"But...I've seen several other students hunt and fish here..." Asada says confused as he grabs some items to season the deer meat with.
"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
"Knock yourself out with them, I'm mostly interested in the meat, though I suppose I can see what I can make with some of the bones later." Andrew says.
"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