Elizabeth is constructing fish traps at Arts and crafts.
Caleb is making an ice sculpture right outside Hermes cabin.
Kota is near Elizabeth, knitting a sweater.
Elizabeth looks to Kota, a bit confused. “…why are you knitting new clothes? Is winter coming soon? I thought it was Summer…”
“Oh. I just like knitting for myself and my friends. It’s fun! What are you doing?”
“Making traps… me, Makana, and a few others are going to capture and reintroduce fish to the lake.”
“Oh! I’m helping with that! Need any help with making the nets?”
“You are very kind for offering, but netmaking is a specialty of mine. I am blessed by Britomartis.”
“I’ve never heard of her. Um, but is there anything I can help you with?”
“Well, I suppose it would be faster if I had an extra pair of hands… Britomartis is the lady of nets, goddess of fishing.”
“I’m pretty good at knitting and sewing, and that’s sort of like nets.”
“Yes, sort of! You can help then, we’ll need quite a few of them…”
He nods and starts work on a net. “What’s your name? I’m Kota.”
“I am Elizabeth Cromwell, hunter of Lady Artemis, child of Brizo, goddess of sailors.” She says, looking down to focus on weaving the fish trap.
“Oh. My mom is Eleos, goddess of kindness. I’m just a regular demigod.”
“Ah, a child of Kindness, I see. How long have you been at camp?”
“A week. It’s been nice. I have friends.”
“I see… you seem to have adjusted nicely. How long before camp did you know about the mythical world? Or at least, had experiences with monsters, if any?”
Elizabeth is constructing fish traps at Arts and crafts.
Caleb is making an ice sculpture right outside Hermes cabin.
Kota is near Elizabeth, knitting a sweater.
Elizabeth looks to Kota, a bit confused. “…why are you knitting new clothes? Is winter coming soon? I thought it was Summer…”
“Oh. I just like knitting for myself and my friends. It’s fun! What are you doing?”
“Making traps… me, Makana, and a few others are going to capture and reintroduce fish to the lake.”
“Oh! I’m helping with that! Need any help with making the nets?”
“You are very kind for offering, but netmaking is a specialty of mine. I am blessed by Britomartis.”
“I’ve never heard of her. Um, but is there anything I can help you with?”
“Well, I suppose it would be faster if I had an extra pair of hands… Britomartis is the lady of nets, goddess of fishing.”
“I’m pretty good at knitting and sewing, and that’s sort of like nets.”
“Yes, sort of! You can help then, we’ll need quite a few of them…”
He nods and starts work on a net. “What’s your name? I’m Kota.”
“I am Elizabeth Cromwell, hunter of Lady Artemis, child of Brizo, goddess of sailors.” She says, looking down to focus on weaving the fish trap.
“Oh. My mom is Eleos, goddess of kindness. I’m just a regular demigod.”
“Ah, a child of Kindness, I see. How long have you been at camp?”
“A week. It’s been nice. I have friends.”
“I see… you seem to have adjusted nicely. How long before camp did you know about the mythical world? Or at least, had experiences with monsters, if any?”
“I was only attacked by a Hellhound when I came to camp. My brother Menda saved me. But it did scar me.” He lifts up his sleeve to show a bite mark, and she can notice a few other scars surrounding it.
Elizabeth is constructing fish traps at Arts and crafts.
Caleb is making an ice sculpture right outside Hermes cabin.
Kota is near Elizabeth, knitting a sweater.
Elizabeth looks to Kota, a bit confused. “…why are you knitting new clothes? Is winter coming soon? I thought it was Summer…”
“Oh. I just like knitting for myself and my friends. It’s fun! What are you doing?”
“Making traps… me, Makana, and a few others are going to capture and reintroduce fish to the lake.”
“Oh! I’m helping with that! Need any help with making the nets?”
“You are very kind for offering, but netmaking is a specialty of mine. I am blessed by Britomartis.”
“I’ve never heard of her. Um, but is there anything I can help you with?”
“Well, I suppose it would be faster if I had an extra pair of hands… Britomartis is the lady of nets, goddess of fishing.”
“I’m pretty good at knitting and sewing, and that’s sort of like nets.”
“Yes, sort of! You can help then, we’ll need quite a few of them…”
He nods and starts work on a net. “What’s your name? I’m Kota.”
“I am Elizabeth Cromwell, hunter of Lady Artemis, child of Brizo, goddess of sailors.” She says, looking down to focus on weaving the fish trap.
“Oh. My mom is Eleos, goddess of kindness. I’m just a regular demigod.”
“Ah, a child of Kindness, I see. How long have you been at camp?”
“A week. It’s been nice. I have friends.”
“I see… you seem to have adjusted nicely. How long before camp did you know about the mythical world? Or at least, had experiences with monsters, if any?”
“I was only attacked by a Hellhound when I came to camp. My brother Menda saved me. But it did scar me.” He lifts up his sleeve to show a bite mark, and she can notice a few other scars surrounding it.
“How nasty… hate Hellhounds, they’re a nuisance to hunt.”
Elizabeth is constructing fish traps at Arts and crafts.
Caleb is making an ice sculpture right outside Hermes cabin.
Kota is near Elizabeth, knitting a sweater.
Elizabeth looks to Kota, a bit confused. “…why are you knitting new clothes? Is winter coming soon? I thought it was Summer…”
“Oh. I just like knitting for myself and my friends. It’s fun! What are you doing?”
“Making traps… me, Makana, and a few others are going to capture and reintroduce fish to the lake.”
“Oh! I’m helping with that! Need any help with making the nets?”
“You are very kind for offering, but netmaking is a specialty of mine. I am blessed by Britomartis.”
“I’ve never heard of her. Um, but is there anything I can help you with?”
“Well, I suppose it would be faster if I had an extra pair of hands… Britomartis is the lady of nets, goddess of fishing.”
“I’m pretty good at knitting and sewing, and that’s sort of like nets.”
“Yes, sort of! You can help then, we’ll need quite a few of them…”
He nods and starts work on a net. “What’s your name? I’m Kota.”
“I am Elizabeth Cromwell, hunter of Lady Artemis, child of Brizo, goddess of sailors.” She says, looking down to focus on weaving the fish trap.
“Oh. My mom is Eleos, goddess of kindness. I’m just a regular demigod.”
“Ah, a child of Kindness, I see. How long have you been at camp?”
“A week. It’s been nice. I have friends.”
“I see… you seem to have adjusted nicely. How long before camp did you know about the mythical world? Or at least, had experiences with monsters, if any?”
“I was only attacked by a Hellhound when I came to camp. My brother Menda saved me. But it did scar me.” He lifts up his sleeve to show a bite mark, and she can notice a few other scars surrounding it.
“How nasty… hate Hellhounds, they’re a nuisance to hunt.”
“What’s the hardest creature you’ve ever hunted down?”
Elizabeth is constructing fish traps at Arts and crafts.
Caleb is making an ice sculpture right outside Hermes cabin.
Kota is near Elizabeth, knitting a sweater.
Elizabeth looks to Kota, a bit confused. “…why are you knitting new clothes? Is winter coming soon? I thought it was Summer…”
“Oh. I just like knitting for myself and my friends. It’s fun! What are you doing?”
“Making traps… me, Makana, and a few others are going to capture and reintroduce fish to the lake.”
“Oh! I’m helping with that! Need any help with making the nets?”
“You are very kind for offering, but netmaking is a specialty of mine. I am blessed by Britomartis.”
“I’ve never heard of her. Um, but is there anything I can help you with?”
“Well, I suppose it would be faster if I had an extra pair of hands… Britomartis is the lady of nets, goddess of fishing.”
“I’m pretty good at knitting and sewing, and that’s sort of like nets.”
“Yes, sort of! You can help then, we’ll need quite a few of them…”
He nods and starts work on a net. “What’s your name? I’m Kota.”
“I am Elizabeth Cromwell, hunter of Lady Artemis, child of Brizo, goddess of sailors.” She says, looking down to focus on weaving the fish trap.
“Oh. My mom is Eleos, goddess of kindness. I’m just a regular demigod.”
“Ah, a child of Kindness, I see. How long have you been at camp?”
“A week. It’s been nice. I have friends.”
“I see… you seem to have adjusted nicely. How long before camp did you know about the mythical world? Or at least, had experiences with monsters, if any?”
“I was only attacked by a Hellhound when I came to camp. My brother Menda saved me. But it did scar me.” He lifts up his sleeve to show a bite mark, and she can notice a few other scars surrounding it.
“How nasty… hate Hellhounds, they’re a nuisance to hunt.”
“What’s the hardest creature you’ve ever hunted down?”
“Hmm… well, I’ve had the pleasure of never having to participate in a fox hunt for that damned Teumessian fox… so i’d say… possibly Cetus, though there was also a pesky Telkhine some forty-five years back that just. Wouldn’t. Die. Had a whole band of warriors under its command, was just a nightmare to assassinate.”
“This one was smart. Kept getting away, setting up decoys… gah… Empusai are also quite dangerous to deal with, specifically the older ones.”
“You’re all hunters. Aren’t you immune to their powers?”
“The charming powers of the Empusai? Yes, but they are skilled combatants and are adequate mist manipulators, and some of them can escape death by exploding into flame and disappearing.”
“This one was smart. Kept getting away, setting up decoys… gah… Empusai are also quite dangerous to deal with, specifically the older ones.”
“You’re all hunters. Aren’t you immune to their powers?”
“The charming powers of the Empusai? Yes, but they are skilled combatants and are adequate mist manipulators, and some of them can escape death by exploding into flame and disappearing.”
“Oh. That must be hard to fight off. How long have you been a Hunter?”
“I’m pretty good at knitting and sewing, and that’s sort of like nets.”
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“Yes, sort of! You can help then, we’ll need quite a few of them…”
He nods and starts work on a net. “What’s your name? I’m Kota.”
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“I am Elizabeth Cromwell, hunter of Lady Artemis, child of Brizo, goddess of sailors.” She says, looking down to focus on weaving the fish trap.
Maho’s block is epic
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“Oh. My mom is Eleos, goddess of kindness. I’m just a regular demigod.”
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“Ah, a child of Kindness, I see. How long have you been at camp?”
“A week. It’s been nice. I have friends.”
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“I see… you seem to have adjusted nicely. How long before camp did you know about the mythical world? Or at least, had experiences with monsters, if any?”
“I was only attacked by a Hellhound when I came to camp. My brother Menda saved me. But it did scar me.” He lifts up his sleeve to show a bite mark, and she can notice a few other scars surrounding it.
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“How nasty… hate Hellhounds, they’re a nuisance to hunt.”
“What’s the hardest creature you’ve ever hunted down?”
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“Hmm… well, I’ve had the pleasure of never having to participate in a fox hunt for that damned Teumessian fox… so i’d say… possibly Cetus, though there was also a pesky Telkhine some forty-five years back that just. Wouldn’t. Die. Had a whole band of warriors under its command, was just a nightmare to assassinate.”
*Cut with Arch.*
“Telkhines? Aren’t they fairly easy?”
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“This one was smart. Kept getting away, setting up decoys… gah… Empusai are also quite dangerous to deal with, specifically the older ones.”
“You’re all hunters. Aren’t you immune to their powers?”
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*anyone want to do a combat? My brain craves that rn. If yes, do you prefer Hope or Cyrre?*
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
“The charming powers of the Empusai? Yes, but they are skilled combatants and are adequate mist manipulators, and some of them can escape death by exploding into flame and disappearing.”
*I cannnnnnn*
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“Oh. That must be hard to fight off. How long have you been a Hunter?”
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