“Well, for the first one I just summon this armor from the ether,” she says, as some traditional Greek armor coalesces around her, “and the second one, well it’s a lot easier if I just show you.”
“You did just show me the first one. You called them spells? Do you need a special phrase or gesture to make it happen?” Sadbhbán leans forward, curious.
“For this second one yeah. Not so much the first. You ready?”
“I hope so. Don’t destroy anything. Or try to avoid it, I suppose.” Sadbhbán leans back again.
She raises her arms dramatically and whispers a single Greek word under her breath, too soft to hear. A spell comes over Sadbhbán, trying to paralyze their muscles. DC 14 Wis save
WIS: 25
“Dosen’t look like it worked, but I think you get the gist.”
“I felt it, for a moment. Paralysis is nasty stuff, though. Did you learn how to do it, or did it just.. happen? Fear response?”
“You’d be surprised. One morning, found it written on a slip of paper lying on my chest when I woke up. Both the word and the choreography. My mom, at least I think it was.”
*redpelt?*
*Apologies again - I have a few interactions going and it’s easy to miss things.*
“You think? Your divine parent, you assume? I never got anything like that. My set of things I can do has a little overlap with yours.. I’m a child of Hecate, though by no means are Hecate’s children the only ones able to pull off magic. That’s very interesting. Sending you a message but not claiming you is odd, though.. if it was your divine parent. Maybe you have some other kind of helper.”
"It woulda been fun, though." She laughs and stops to take a breather
He grins. “What’s your name?”
"Tessa" she throws a hand out to shake.
“Why is everyone here so damn obsessed with shaking hands? Is this an American thing?” Angelo sighs and shakes her hand. “Angelo. Byrne. I hate it here.”
"Hey, they do it in Canada, too." she smiles. "Sorry you hate it here, maybe that'll change."
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Liam catches them by the collar of their shirt with a hand, his voice less meek than usual, a little angry, “Learn to ask, Angelo.”
Angelo slips out of the grip with relative ease, smirking. “Will do. I was hoping the god of hit and runs would claim me.” He pops the can open with one hand and takes a sip.
He sighs, putting his hand back down to working on the harp, “You’re unclaimed? Looks like a lot of the new arrivals are.” He says, putting down the held finished harp.
“Maybe my secret parent is the god of throwing things at people and then running away. I should try that sometime.” He pushes some of his hair back. “That harp for decoration or are you a disney princess?”
“Practicing my whittling skills, but with all that hair you could be mistaken for one.” He replies, shaking his head and wondering where that came from, putting away his whittling tools as well as the mostly finished harp.
“Well, for the first one I just summon this armor from the ether,” she says, as some traditional Greek armor coalesces around her, “and the second one, well it’s a lot easier if I just show you.”
“You did just show me the first one. You called them spells? Do you need a special phrase or gesture to make it happen?” Sadbhbán leans forward, curious.
“For this second one yeah. Not so much the first. You ready?”
“I hope so. Don’t destroy anything. Or try to avoid it, I suppose.” Sadbhbán leans back again.
She raises her arms dramatically and whispers a single Greek word under her breath, too soft to hear. A spell comes over Sadbhbán, trying to paralyze their muscles. DC 14 Wis save
WIS: 25
“Dosen’t look like it worked, but I think you get the gist.”
“I felt it, for a moment. Paralysis is nasty stuff, though. Did you learn how to do it, or did it just.. happen? Fear response?”
“You’d be surprised. One morning, found it written on a slip of paper lying on my chest when I woke up. Both the word and the choreography. My mom, at least I think it was.”
*redpelt?*
*Apologies again - I have a few interactions going and it’s easy to miss things.*
“You think? Your divine parent, you assume? I never got anything like that. My set of things I can do has a little overlap with yours.. I’m a child of Hecate, though by no means are Hecate’s children the only ones able to pull off magic. That’s very interesting. Sending you a message but not claiming you is odd, though.. if it was your divine parent. Maybe you have some other kind of helper.”
“Could be. Is this it? Waiting in camp all summer, praying that you’ll be noticed?”
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Liam is sitting outside for the Artemis cabin, making a small harp out of string and scavenged wood, whittling the holes slowly and carefully. He’s sitting alone, an unopened pack of nonalcoholic beer sitting next to him.
The new arrival is the mess hall, eating alone with his eyes closed, humming to himself as he bites into the mundane but enjoyable food. His skin seems to glow with a little radiance, but that might just be skin lotion.
*Anybody?*
(Sure)
Luna sits down next to the new person “you just get here?”
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, his voice soft and charismatic “Yeah, totally, why?”
“Because I haven’t seen you around here before” she shrugs
“And I’d be right to assume you’ve been here longer than me? Nice to meet you, have a seat if you’ve got nothing better to do.”
She sits down “been here a couple years now”
“Really? I only learned about this place a little ago. Do you have a god parent?”
“If I do, they haven’t acknowledged my existence yet. How did you hear about this place?”
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*They, not he. Unsure about your second question at the moment, but I know quite a bit of the lore so potentially a veteran - 4 or 5 years?*
*Oh okay.*
A female camper, named Onyx, who has bee nhere for 5 years, walks up the hill behind them in a custom CHB t-shirt.
"Hey! Sadbhbán! You're late. Summer's already started. How are ya?"
*Sadbhán is pronounced like Si-ven, by the way. Don’t worry about the he thing.*
“I am late! It’s good to see you, Onyx.” They make a show of checking an imaginary watch. “What have I missed? Nothing drastic, I hope?”
"Well, first of all, there are a lot of newbies. The Hermes Cabin is... very full. I can't waid until they finish the Nyx cabin for me... So annoying! But, also, theres like, a lot of drama. All those kids trapped in one building... there's been a few fights."
*Doot*
*Thanks.*
“Not too many fights, I hope. You’re not going to mind being in a cabin all by yourself? I kind of like the Hermes bustle, myself. When I’m not being robbed and elbowed. Why are the newbies fighting?”
"Yeah. There's only been one so far. Hah! I hate it. So much noise. It's ironic, being the grandchild of Chaos, but I don't like Chaos. AS for why they were fighting? I have no idea."
“They probably had no idea, to be fair. It’s easy to forget we’re all still young and stupid. Except us, of course.” Sadbhbán pauses and considers. “Nyx is night, right? The night is peaceful. Kind of an absence of Chaos.”
"Eh. I guess. Um... there was something else I was gonna say... Oh! Yeah. There's this new kid, Angelo. He's kinda rude, but... somethigs off about him."
“What do you mean, off? He tries hard to be unlikeable, sure, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
"Well... you being a child of Hecate, *they are, right? If not, ignore this and put whatever their godly parent would be* I thought you might know something about this... Angelo can't see through the mist."
*Yes, they are*. “Not at all? That’s odd. And dangerous. He’s never actually seen a monster, then. He just thinks cops and homeless people want him dead on a regular basis. It also means he probably thinks we’re all crazy. Far as I know, that would need to be deliberate by somebody. The Mist isn’t alive, it doesn’t just decide to screw with people. But gods can decide to screw with people. I’ll keep an eye on him. It’s possible he’s being punished for something, or some god just thought it’d be funny.”
"Thanks... I almost killed myself last night from trying to do increasingly powerful cthonic magic, and it was just... like nothing. He started contradicting himself, doing weird stuff... It was strange. And, apparently, theres more to him. Leslie apparently knows more about him, but she refused to tell me... He's strange. I would try and see if magic weapons would work on him, but I doubt that'd go well..."
*Doot*
*Thanks again.*
”Onyx, for the love of the gods, do not try and just do magic to people. Especially not people that are predisposed to not be able to dodge. It’s dangerous. And he probably has a lot of resentment about it, even if he can’t remember what actually happened. We are not trying to hit him with magic weapons. And.. take a rest for a few days. Lots of magic in a short space really takes it out of you, and you said yourself you almost died. I do not want another funeral. OK?”
"First of all, I was like, 'Hey! Imma show you something neat!' and I shadow traveled behind him! He was confused, so then I shadow traveld with him to a spot behind the campfire! Then, I did my whole scary thing, it didn't work, then I made a spear of darkness, he was like, 'Oh! That's always been there!' and I made it disapear, and he was like, 'What spear? You've never had a spear!' and it was so fricken confusing and I think I might've passed out! I never actually hit him! But... you're right... I guess it was pretty dangerous..."
“If the Mist works in him completely, he’ll rationalise everything he’s seen. Teleportation becomes dragging someone quickly. A spear has always been there. If you’re going to break it you need to build up to it, by creating small things he can’t rationalise. Like… an illusion of a childhood possession, or something that had been destroyed. And you’d need to do that with him for a while. Like exposure therapy. It’s not something I’ve ever had to do. We all make mistakes. Just.. try not to overwhelm newbies with chthonic darkness, alright?”
"... Fine. But... it's weird. I mean... has this ever happened before? I wasn't aware that you could lose the ability to see through the mist..."
“Happened before? Not to my knowledge. I’ve heard of things like it. It’s not likely it happened spontaneously. More likely, someone or something is interfering with his ability to see through the Mist. We should be able to work to break it, if we’re careful. Very careful.”
"It hasn't let me down before, so I see no reason to change that now. Besides, there is something...beautifully unsettling about a man deciding to forgo giving you a quick end by a blade and instead deciding to bludgeon you slowly to death with a blunt piece of wood, ya know?" He says nonchalantly before going back to his food.
He raises an eyebrow. “Beautifully unsettling is certainly a way to describe it. That just seems like beating someone with a stick until they die. I think monkeys do that.”
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Liam is sitting outside for the Artemis cabin, making a small harp out of string and scavenged wood, whittling the holes slowly and carefully. He’s sitting alone, an unopened pack of nonalcoholic beer sitting next to him.
The new arrival is the mess hall, eating alone with his eyes closed, humming to himself as he bites into the mundane but enjoyable food. His skin seems to glow with a little radiance, but that might just be skin lotion.
*Anybody?*
(Sure)
Luna sits down next to the new person “you just get here?”
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, his voice soft and charismatic “Yeah, totally, why?”
“Because I haven’t seen you around here before” she shrugs
“And I’d be right to assume you’ve been here longer than me? Nice to meet you, have a seat if you’ve got nothing better to do.”
She sits down “been here a couple years now”
“Really? I only learned about this place a little ago. Do you have a god parent?”
“If I do, they haven’t acknowledged my existence yet. How did you hear about this place?”
“When I was being taken here, outside of that I had no clue this place existed, explains my absent father though.” He says with a shrug, “Are you hungry? I could get you something to eat.”
*They, not he. Unsure about your second question at the moment, but I know quite a bit of the lore so potentially a veteran - 4 or 5 years?*
*Oh okay.*
A female camper, named Onyx, who has bee nhere for 5 years, walks up the hill behind them in a custom CHB t-shirt.
"Hey! Sadbhbán! You're late. Summer's already started. How are ya?"
*Sadbhán is pronounced like Si-ven, by the way. Don’t worry about the he thing.*
“I am late! It’s good to see you, Onyx.” They make a show of checking an imaginary watch. “What have I missed? Nothing drastic, I hope?”
"Well, first of all, there are a lot of newbies. The Hermes Cabin is... very full. I can't waid until they finish the Nyx cabin for me... So annoying! But, also, theres like, a lot of drama. All those kids trapped in one building... there's been a few fights."
*Doot*
*Thanks.*
“Not too many fights, I hope. You’re not going to mind being in a cabin all by yourself? I kind of like the Hermes bustle, myself. When I’m not being robbed and elbowed. Why are the newbies fighting?”
"Yeah. There's only been one so far. Hah! I hate it. So much noise. It's ironic, being the grandchild of Chaos, but I don't like Chaos. AS for why they were fighting? I have no idea."
“They probably had no idea, to be fair. It’s easy to forget we’re all still young and stupid. Except us, of course.” Sadbhbán pauses and considers. “Nyx is night, right? The night is peaceful. Kind of an absence of Chaos.”
"Eh. I guess. Um... there was something else I was gonna say... Oh! Yeah. There's this new kid, Angelo. He's kinda rude, but... somethigs off about him."
“What do you mean, off? He tries hard to be unlikeable, sure, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
"Well... you being a child of Hecate, *they are, right? If not, ignore this and put whatever their godly parent would be* I thought you might know something about this... Angelo can't see through the mist."
*Yes, they are*. “Not at all? That’s odd. And dangerous. He’s never actually seen a monster, then. He just thinks cops and homeless people want him dead on a regular basis. It also means he probably thinks we’re all crazy. Far as I know, that would need to be deliberate by somebody. The Mist isn’t alive, it doesn’t just decide to screw with people. But gods can decide to screw with people. I’ll keep an eye on him. It’s possible he’s being punished for something, or some god just thought it’d be funny.”
"Thanks... I almost killed myself last night from trying to do increasingly powerful cthonic magic, and it was just... like nothing. He started contradicting himself, doing weird stuff... It was strange. And, apparently, theres more to him. Leslie apparently knows more about him, but she refused to tell me... He's strange. I would try and see if magic weapons would work on him, but I doubt that'd go well..."
*Doot*
*Thanks again.*
”Onyx, for the love of the gods, do not try and just do magic to people. Especially not people that are predisposed to not be able to dodge. It’s dangerous. And he probably has a lot of resentment about it, even if he can’t remember what actually happened. We are not trying to hit him with magic weapons. And.. take a rest for a few days. Lots of magic in a short space really takes it out of you, and you said yourself you almost died. I do not want another funeral. OK?”
"First of all, I was like, 'Hey! Imma show you something neat!' and I shadow traveled behind him! He was confused, so then I shadow traveld with him to a spot behind the campfire! Then, I did my whole scary thing, it didn't work, then I made a spear of darkness, he was like, 'Oh! That's always been there!' and I made it disapear, and he was like, 'What spear? You've never had a spear!' and it was so fricken confusing and I think I might've passed out! I never actually hit him! But... you're right... I guess it was pretty dangerous..."
“If the Mist works in him completely, he’ll rationalise everything he’s seen. Teleportation becomes dragging someone quickly. A spear has always been there. If you’re going to break it you need to build up to it, by creating small things he can’t rationalise. Like… an illusion of a childhood possession, or something that had been destroyed. And you’d need to do that with him for a while. Like exposure therapy. It’s not something I’ve ever had to do. We all make mistakes. Just.. try not to overwhelm newbies with chthonic darkness, alright?”
"... Fine. But... it's weird. I mean... has this ever happened before? I wasn't aware that you could lose the ability to see through the mist..."
“Happened before? Not to my knowledge. I’ve heard of things like it. It’s not likely it happened spontaneously. More likely, someone or something is interfering with his ability to see through the Mist. We should be able to work to break it, if we’re careful. Very careful.”
"Hmm... You do realize that if anyone would be able to do it, it'd either be an Olympian, or Hecate? Not many monsters or 'minor' gods have that much control of the mist. And if it is one of the Olympians... they probably won't be willing to lift their curse."
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"It woulda been fun, though." She laughs and stops to take a breather
He grins. “What’s your name?”
"Tessa" she throws a hand out to shake.
“Why is everyone here so damn obsessed with shaking hands? Is this an American thing?” Angelo sighs and shakes her hand. “Angelo. Byrne. I hate it here.”
"Hey, they do it in Canada, too." she smiles. "Sorry you hate it here, maybe that'll change."
“Doubt it. People here just can’t leave me the [gp] alone. I’m sick of it. I don’t even know anything about like… Greece.”
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"It woulda been fun, though." She laughs and stops to take a breather
He grins. “What’s your name?”
"Tessa" she throws a hand out to shake.
“Why is everyone here so damn obsessed with shaking hands? Is this an American thing?” Angelo sighs and shakes her hand. “Angelo. Byrne. I hate it here.”
"Hey, they do it in Canada, too." she smiles. "Sorry you hate it here, maybe that'll change."
“Doubt it. People here just can’t leave me the [gp] alone. I’m sick of it. I don’t even know anything about like… Greece.”
"That's okay. You wanna be alone, I can leave" she offers
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Liam catches them by the collar of their shirt with a hand, his voice less meek than usual, a little angry, “Learn to ask, Angelo.”
Angelo slips out of the grip with relative ease, smirking. “Will do. I was hoping the god of hit and runs would claim me.” He pops the can open with one hand and takes a sip.
He sighs, putting his hand back down to working on the harp, “You’re unclaimed? Looks like a lot of the new arrivals are.” He says, putting down the held finished harp.
“Maybe my secret parent is the god of throwing things at people and then running away. I should try that sometime.” He pushes some of his hair back. “That harp for decoration or are you a disney princess?”
“Practicing my whittling skills, but with all that hair you could be mistaken for one.” He replies, shaking his head and wondering where that came from, putting away his whittling tools as well as the mostly finished harp.
He runs a hand through his hair, smiling. “Aww I appreciate it. I know my beauty is unmatched. Does that make you the Beast?”
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*Apologies again - I have a few interactions going and it’s easy to miss things.*
“You think? Your divine parent, you assume? I never got anything like that. My set of things I can do has a little overlap with yours.. I’m a child of Hecate, though by no means are Hecate’s children the only ones able to pull off magic. That’s very interesting. Sending you a message but not claiming you is odd, though.. if it was your divine parent. Maybe you have some other kind of helper.”
“Could be. Is this it? Waiting in camp all summer, praying that you’ll be noticed?”
“What? No! We do other things. Campfires, capture the flag, sports, training, even singalongs if you’re up for it, plus whatever you want to spend your free time doing. We don’t just sit around and pray, that sounds dreadful. I’d never come back.”
Liam is sitting outside for the Artemis cabin, making a small harp out of string and scavenged wood, whittling the holes slowly and carefully. He’s sitting alone, an unopened pack of nonalcoholic beer sitting next to him.
The new arrival is the mess hall, eating alone with his eyes closed, humming to himself as he bites into the mundane but enjoyable food. His skin seems to glow with a little radiance, but that might just be skin lotion.
*Anybody?*
(Sure)
Luna sits down next to the new person “you just get here?”
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, his voice soft and charismatic “Yeah, totally, why?”
“Because I haven’t seen you around here before” she shrugs
“And I’d be right to assume you’ve been here longer than me? Nice to meet you, have a seat if you’ve got nothing better to do.”
She sits down “been here a couple years now”
“Really? I only learned about this place a little ago. Do you have a god parent?”
“If I do, they haven’t acknowledged my existence yet. How did you hear about this place?”
“When I was being taken here, outside of that I had no clue this place existed, explains my absent father though.” He says with a shrug, “Are you hungry? I could get you something to eat.”
“I could use a bite. What are they serving today?”
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"It hasn't let me down before, so I see no reason to change that now. Besides, there is something...beautifully unsettling about a man deciding to forgo giving you a quick end by a blade and instead deciding to bludgeon you slowly to death with a blunt piece of wood, ya know?" He says nonchalantly before going back to his food.
He raises an eyebrow. “Beautifully unsettling is certainly a way to describe it. That just seems like beating someone with a stick until they die. I think monkeys do that.”
"That's fair. I've been told I have a very...morbid was of seeing things, finding beauty and meaning in stuff that would upset or frighten most people. Either way, I like hitting things with my stick, so i'll keep doing that.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“That doesn’t sound a lot like magic. It sounds like someone trying to hit you. And I haven’t felt the urge to hit you at all, so it must be a them thing. You’ve been in a lot of fights since you got here? I’d probably avoid it. Even the most innocuous looking individual could be hiding some kind of back pocket power. “
“Hard to avoid fights. They usually just find me. Don’t really know why, I’ve been told I have a lovely and charming personality.”
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Flip is testing to see how far he can fall. Unfortunately, the highest spot he can find is only 40 feet high...
“Hey, forest boy.” Evan says, remembering him from their previous encounter in the forest.
"Hey there! How ya doin'?" Flip faintly remembers his encounter with Evan. "I decided to give up on the whole forest camp thing, thanks to getting jumped in the middle of the night by a scorpion."
“Oof. Normal sized, right?”
"Um, do you classify 'normal sized' as the size of a bear around here? Because if that's the case, then it was very, very normal sized. I still have the wound!"
He pulls up his shirt to reveal what looks like a golf ball sized welt.
"You should've seen it before. It was at least as big as a tennis ball."
Liam catches them by the collar of their shirt with a hand, his voice less meek than usual, a little angry, “Learn to ask, Angelo.”
Angelo slips out of the grip with relative ease, smirking. “Will do. I was hoping the god of hit and runs would claim me.” He pops the can open with one hand and takes a sip.
He sighs, putting his hand back down to working on the harp, “You’re unclaimed? Looks like a lot of the new arrivals are.” He says, putting down the held finished harp.
“Maybe my secret parent is the god of throwing things at people and then running away. I should try that sometime.” He pushes some of his hair back. “That harp for decoration or are you a disney princess?”
“Practicing my whittling skills, but with all that hair you could be mistaken for one.” He replies, shaking his head and wondering where that came from, putting away his whittling tools as well as the mostly finished harp.
He runs a hand through his hair, smiling. “Aww I appreciate it. I know my beauty is unmatched. Does that make you the Beast?”
“Yeah, you are a damsel in distress, aren’t you?” He smiles back at them, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, opening his own can of nonalcoholic beer.
"That's okay. You wanna be alone, I can leave" she offers
”If you want. I was talking more about how I get endless damn lectures on magic.”
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*Apologies again - I have a few interactions going and it’s easy to miss things.*
“You think? Your divine parent, you assume? I never got anything like that. My set of things I can do has a little overlap with yours.. I’m a child of Hecate, though by no means are Hecate’s children the only ones able to pull off magic. That’s very interesting. Sending you a message but not claiming you is odd, though.. if it was your divine parent. Maybe you have some other kind of helper.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Hey, they do it in Canada, too." she smiles. "Sorry you hate it here, maybe that'll change."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
“Practicing my whittling skills, but with all that hair you could be mistaken for one.” He replies, shaking his head and wondering where that came from, putting away his whittling tools as well as the mostly finished harp.
“Could be. Is this it? Waiting in camp all summer, praying that you’ll be noticed?”
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“If I do, they haven’t acknowledged my existence yet. How did you hear about this place?”
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
“Happened before? Not to my knowledge. I’ve heard of things like it. It’s not likely it happened spontaneously. More likely, someone or something is interfering with his ability to see through the Mist. We should be able to work to break it, if we’re careful. Very careful.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
He raises an eyebrow. “Beautifully unsettling is certainly a way to describe it. That just seems like beating someone with a stick until they die. I think monkeys do that.”
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“When I was being taken here, outside of that I had no clue this place existed, explains my absent father though.” He says with a shrug, “Are you hungry? I could get you something to eat.”
"Hmm... You do realize that if anyone would be able to do it, it'd either be an Olympian, or Hecate? Not many monsters or 'minor' gods have that much control of the mist. And if it is one of the Olympians... they probably won't be willing to lift their curse."
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
“Doubt it. People here just can’t leave me the [gp] alone. I’m sick of it. I don’t even know anything about like… Greece.”
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*😶🌫️*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"That's okay. You wanna be alone, I can leave" she offers
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
He runs a hand through his hair, smiling. “Aww I appreciate it. I know my beauty is unmatched. Does that make you the Beast?”
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“What? No! We do other things. Campfires, capture the flag, sports, training, even singalongs if you’re up for it, plus whatever you want to spend your free time doing. We don’t just sit around and pray, that sounds dreadful. I’d never come back.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“I could use a bite. What are they serving today?”
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
"That's fair. I've been told I have a very...morbid was of seeing things, finding beauty and meaning in stuff that would upset or frighten most people. Either way, I like hitting things with my stick, so i'll keep doing that.
"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
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“You should go to the Apollo cabin for healing.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Yeah, you are a damsel in distress, aren’t you?” He smiles back at them, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, opening his own can of nonalcoholic beer.
”If you want. I was talking more about how I get endless damn lectures on magic.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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