Lemon limps out from the mist- covered in blood and scratches, their eyes flashing wildly back and forth, lanky limbs full of wounds...
“Lemon, are you okay?”
"H-help... It's almost here... run... Evan... run..."
He holds his hands out, crackling with lightning. “I can fight.”
A buzzing sound eminates from the forest, like a swarm of angry insects...
"No... no no no... RUN!"
“You go first.” Evan grabs Lemon’s shoulder and starts pulling him along.
"No... NO!"
Lemon starts to convulse, insectile limbs growing from them, a myriad of eyes blinking open...
“WHAT THE- (GP) (GP) (GP)!”
The creature rises from the ground, mandibles hissing, eyes glowing an eerie blank white, as the buzzing gets louder, surrounding Evan's ears, digging into his brain, tearing at his thoughts, preventing him to focus, all there is is the buzzing, the buzzing is all.
“Help-me.” He gasps.
"There is no help... ther is only the end... the eternal sleep..."
The creature walks closer, all siz arms growing sharp and pointy.
“Please…”
"Sleep... sleep... sleep... Sleep."
Quickly, three arms strike out, stabbing Evan.
21 Damage: 7
6 Damage: 13
9 Damage: 7
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
"To be honest that's what it sounds like are you sure your not going crazy?"
"Yes, I am sure I am not going crazy. I just want a fireproof bag to house a sentimental stick. I can pay you, if you want."
Deception: 21
*NICE!*
Insight: 11
"No thanks, I think i might have something that I can use to give it a resistance but only for a few minutes"
"Ugh... better than nothing... What do you have?"
*just thought of something*
You see as the many potions on his waist belt begin to rotate and spins around. It seems that the potions go through his bag and out the other side and repeats. However, it seems like more potions are going through and it takes longer for it to come out the other side in proportion to the bag itself. Maybe its just larger on the inside. He takes a orange potion and gives it to Iris
"This should protect it for about 5-6 minutes"
*BAG OF HOLDING*
"I- ... Thanks."
"Who are you Iris?"
"... That's the same question I've been asking myself for the past two years..."
"You never seem to make any sense"
"I think it's the lack of brain cells on your part."
"What are you doing right now just kind of waiting here?"
"Waiting for my maybe half brother, Evan."
Runt starts dramatically acting distressed in a joking way "oh no is he anything like you?!?"
"Well, he has comited multiple murders."
"Oh my... and you want him to come here?"
"He is here. I am waiting for him to get back to the Zeus cabin."
"Why don't we do something while we wait how about explore the forest I'm bored lets go!"
"Hey- Wait up!"
Runt is already barreling into the woods not a care in the world and clueless what possibly could be in there.
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Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
Lemon limps out from the mist- covered in blood and scratches, their eyes flashing wildly back and forth, lanky limbs full of wounds...
“Lemon, are you okay?”
"H-help... It's almost here... run... Evan... run..."
He holds his hands out, crackling with lightning. “I can fight.”
A buzzing sound eminates from the forest, like a swarm of angry insects...
"No... no no no... RUN!"
“You go first.” Evan grabs Lemon’s shoulder and starts pulling him along.
"No... NO!"
Lemon starts to convulse, insectile limbs growing from them, a myriad of eyes blinking open...
“WHAT THE- (GP) (GP) (GP)!”
The creature rises from the ground, mandibles hissing, eyes glowing an eerie blank white, as the buzzing gets louder, surrounding Evan's ears, digging into his brain, tearing at his thoughts, preventing him to focus, all there is is the buzzing, the buzzing is all.
“Help-me.” He gasps.
"There is no help... ther is only the end... the eternal sleep..."
The creature walks closer, all siz arms growing sharp and pointy.
“Please…”
"Sleep... sleep... sleep... Sleep."
Quickly, three arms strike out, stabbing Evan.
21 Damage: 7
6 Damage: 13
9 Damage: 7
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
The insectile horror screams out, but... as far as Evan goes... the accursed buzzing continues to assult his ears... there is no escape.
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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.
"To be honest that's what it sounds like are you sure your not going crazy?"
"Yes, I am sure I am not going crazy. I just want a fireproof bag to house a sentimental stick. I can pay you, if you want."
Deception: 21
*NICE!*
Insight: 11
"No thanks, I think i might have something that I can use to give it a resistance but only for a few minutes"
"Ugh... better than nothing... What do you have?"
*just thought of something*
You see as the many potions on his waist belt begin to rotate and spins around. It seems that the potions go through his bag and out the other side and repeats. However, it seems like more potions are going through and it takes longer for it to come out the other side in proportion to the bag itself. Maybe its just larger on the inside. He takes a orange potion and gives it to Iris
"This should protect it for about 5-6 minutes"
*BAG OF HOLDING*
"I- ... Thanks."
"Who are you Iris?"
"... That's the same question I've been asking myself for the past two years..."
"You never seem to make any sense"
"I think it's the lack of brain cells on your part."
"What are you doing right now just kind of waiting here?"
"Waiting for my maybe half brother, Evan."
Runt starts dramatically acting distressed in a joking way "oh no is he anything like you?!?"
"Well, he has comited multiple murders."
"Oh my... and you want him to come here?"
"He is here. I am waiting for him to get back to the Zeus cabin."
"Why don't we do something while we wait how about explore the forest I'm bored lets go!"
"Hey- Wait up!"
Runt is already barreling into the woods not a care in the world and clueless what possibly could be in there.
"Hey- HEY! GET BACK- Ah. Why do I even bother..."
She steps into a tree, and pops out of another tree infront of him.
"Hey! Stop!"
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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.
Lemon limps out from the mist- covered in blood and scratches, their eyes flashing wildly back and forth, lanky limbs full of wounds...
“Lemon, are you okay?”
"H-help... It's almost here... run... Evan... run..."
He holds his hands out, crackling with lightning. “I can fight.”
A buzzing sound eminates from the forest, like a swarm of angry insects...
"No... no no no... RUN!"
“You go first.” Evan grabs Lemon’s shoulder and starts pulling him along.
"No... NO!"
Lemon starts to convulse, insectile limbs growing from them, a myriad of eyes blinking open...
“WHAT THE- (GP) (GP) (GP)!”
The creature rises from the ground, mandibles hissing, eyes glowing an eerie blank white, as the buzzing gets louder, surrounding Evan's ears, digging into his brain, tearing at his thoughts, preventing him to focus, all there is is the buzzing, the buzzing is all.
“Help-me.” He gasps.
"There is no help... ther is only the end... the eternal sleep..."
The creature walks closer, all siz arms growing sharp and pointy.
“Please…”
"Sleep... sleep... sleep... Sleep."
Quickly, three arms strike out, stabbing Evan.
21 Damage: 7
6 Damage: 13
9 Damage: 7
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
The insectile horror screams out, but... as far as Evan goes... the accursed buzzing continues to assult his ears... there is no escape.
His face is turning green, and he starts to dry heave. The pain of flying is distracting him.
Lemon limps out from the mist- covered in blood and scratches, their eyes flashing wildly back and forth, lanky limbs full of wounds...
“Lemon, are you okay?”
"H-help... It's almost here... run... Evan... run..."
He holds his hands out, crackling with lightning. “I can fight.”
A buzzing sound eminates from the forest, like a swarm of angry insects...
"No... no no no... RUN!"
“You go first.” Evan grabs Lemon’s shoulder and starts pulling him along.
"No... NO!"
Lemon starts to convulse, insectile limbs growing from them, a myriad of eyes blinking open...
“WHAT THE- (GP) (GP) (GP)!”
The creature rises from the ground, mandibles hissing, eyes glowing an eerie blank white, as the buzzing gets louder, surrounding Evan's ears, digging into his brain, tearing at his thoughts, preventing him to focus, all there is is the buzzing, the buzzing is all.
“Help-me.” He gasps.
"There is no help... ther is only the end... the eternal sleep..."
The creature walks closer, all siz arms growing sharp and pointy.
“Please…”
"Sleep... sleep... sleep... Sleep."
Quickly, three arms strike out, stabbing Evan.
21 Damage: 7
6 Damage: 13
9 Damage: 7
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
The insectile horror screams out, but... as far as Evan goes... the accursed buzzing continues to assult his ears... there is no escape.
His face is turning green, and he starts to dry heave. The pain of flying is distracting him.
The noise continues...
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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.
Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
Lemon limps out from the mist- covered in blood and scratches, their eyes flashing wildly back and forth, lanky limbs full of wounds...
“Lemon, are you okay?”
"H-help... It's almost here... run... Evan... run..."
He holds his hands out, crackling with lightning. “I can fight.”
A buzzing sound eminates from the forest, like a swarm of angry insects...
"No... no no no... RUN!"
“You go first.” Evan grabs Lemon’s shoulder and starts pulling him along.
"No... NO!"
Lemon starts to convulse, insectile limbs growing from them, a myriad of eyes blinking open...
“WHAT THE- (GP) (GP) (GP)!”
The creature rises from the ground, mandibles hissing, eyes glowing an eerie blank white, as the buzzing gets louder, surrounding Evan's ears, digging into his brain, tearing at his thoughts, preventing him to focus, all there is is the buzzing, the buzzing is all.
“Help-me.” He gasps.
"There is no help... ther is only the end... the eternal sleep..."
The creature walks closer, all siz arms growing sharp and pointy.
“Please…”
"Sleep... sleep... sleep... Sleep."
Quickly, three arms strike out, stabbing Evan.
21 Damage: 7
6 Damage: 13
9 Damage: 7
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
The insectile horror screams out, but... as far as Evan goes... the accursed buzzing continues to assult his ears... there is no escape.
His face is turning green, and he starts to dry heave. The pain of flying is distracting him.
"Listen. The woods are dangerous. REALLY dangerous."
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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.
Lemon limps out from the mist- covered in blood and scratches, their eyes flashing wildly back and forth, lanky limbs full of wounds...
“Lemon, are you okay?”
"H-help... It's almost here... run... Evan... run..."
He holds his hands out, crackling with lightning. “I can fight.”
A buzzing sound eminates from the forest, like a swarm of angry insects...
"No... no no no... RUN!"
“You go first.” Evan grabs Lemon’s shoulder and starts pulling him along.
"No... NO!"
Lemon starts to convulse, insectile limbs growing from them, a myriad of eyes blinking open...
“WHAT THE- (GP) (GP) (GP)!”
The creature rises from the ground, mandibles hissing, eyes glowing an eerie blank white, as the buzzing gets louder, surrounding Evan's ears, digging into his brain, tearing at his thoughts, preventing him to focus, all there is is the buzzing, the buzzing is all.
“Help-me.” He gasps.
"There is no help... ther is only the end... the eternal sleep..."
The creature walks closer, all siz arms growing sharp and pointy.
“Please…”
"Sleep... sleep... sleep... Sleep."
Quickly, three arms strike out, stabbing Evan.
21 Damage: 7
6 Damage: 13
9 Damage: 7
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
The insectile horror screams out, but... as far as Evan goes... the accursed buzzing continues to assult his ears... there is no escape.
His face is turning green, and he starts to dry heave. The pain of flying is distracting him.
The noise continues...
The wings carry him away, but he keeps heaving.
The noise still floods his ears, clinging to them like glue.
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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.
Lemon limps out from the mist- covered in blood and scratches, their eyes flashing wildly back and forth, lanky limbs full of wounds...
“Lemon, are you okay?”
"H-help... It's almost here... run... Evan... run..."
He holds his hands out, crackling with lightning. “I can fight.”
A buzzing sound eminates from the forest, like a swarm of angry insects...
"No... no no no... RUN!"
“You go first.” Evan grabs Lemon’s shoulder and starts pulling him along.
"No... NO!"
Lemon starts to convulse, insectile limbs growing from them, a myriad of eyes blinking open...
“WHAT THE- (GP) (GP) (GP)!”
The creature rises from the ground, mandibles hissing, eyes glowing an eerie blank white, as the buzzing gets louder, surrounding Evan's ears, digging into his brain, tearing at his thoughts, preventing him to focus, all there is is the buzzing, the buzzing is all.
“Help-me.” He gasps.
"There is no help... ther is only the end... the eternal sleep..."
The creature walks closer, all siz arms growing sharp and pointy.
“Please…”
"Sleep... sleep... sleep... Sleep."
Quickly, three arms strike out, stabbing Evan.
21 Damage: 7
6 Damage: 13
9 Damage: 7
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
The insectile horror screams out, but... as far as Evan goes... the accursed buzzing continues to assult his ears... there is no escape.
His face is turning green, and he starts to dry heave. The pain of flying is distracting him.
The noise continues...
The wings carry him away, but he keeps heaving.
The noise still floods his ears, clinging to them like glue.
He cries out, landing to the ground, and finally noticing the noise.
He mumbles something in Irish then picks up Max.
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Evan closes his eyes, and a pair of dove wings sprout on his back, crackling with electricity. The wings, moving of their own accord, fly into the sky. Evan looks nauseated, but he can’t control the wings. He floats into the sky.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Thank you.” He sighs.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Runt is already barreling into the woods not a care in the world and clueless what possibly could be in there.
Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
idk what a extended signature is
The insectile horror screams out, but... as far as Evan goes... the accursed buzzing continues to assult his ears... there is no escape.
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
"Hey- HEY! GET BACK- Ah. Why do I even bother..."
She steps into a tree, and pops out of another tree infront of him.
"Hey! Stop!"
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
His face is turning green, and he starts to dry heave. The pain of flying is distracting him.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*He definitely didn't call Murphy a (GP)hole in Irish*
"Maybe he is a kid of a titan." Whispers Lockland walking away with Max.
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“I’m not a Titan child!”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
The noise continues...
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
*Good end?*
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*cut with gonz*
He skids to a stop "what come on!"
Greetings! greetings! if i post on forum you can refer to me as AG.
I do a lot of character building and love dnd bc of story telling （*＾-＾*）
i love building characters and I underprepare for sessions I'm dming as. theater is pretty cool. coding is pretty cool. Ravnica is the best plane ever created.
looking to just hang out and have a good time around this place. (￣y▽,￣)╭
idk what a extended signature is
*Sure! New RP or do you have to go?*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
The wings carry him away, but he keeps heaving.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Listen. The woods are dangerous. REALLY dangerous."
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
The noise still floods his ears, clinging to them like glue.
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
He cries out, landing to the ground, and finally noticing the noise.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*I'mma make a new character in archives*
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*Oh cool.*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Okay guys, I’m ready for Murphy to get claimed. Anyone want to RP that?*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!