Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
She walks closer, grinning.
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
She walks closer, grinning.
as soon as she steps within ten feet of Bob she feels her strength drain out of her
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A male figure with black hair and green eyes walks up the hill.
*YOU CANT BE PERCY!!!! ITS NOT ALLOWED!!!!*
*im not Percy.*
*sowwy :[*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
She walks closer, grinning.
as soon as she steps within ten feet of Bob she feels her strength drain out of her
She glares, drawing two daggers from their sheathes.
"... Now that wasn't very nice."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
She walks closer, grinning.
as soon as she steps within ten feet of Bob she feels her strength drain out of her
She glares, drawing two daggers from their sheathes.
"... Now that wasn't very nice."
*what's your constitution score btw? its kinda necessary for this.*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
A male figure with black hair and green eyes walks up the hill.
*YOU CANT BE PERCY!!!! ITS NOT ALLOWED!!!!*
*im not Percy.*
*sowwy :[*
*it’s fine. Want to rp off that?*
*would but I only have one character (I really need to make more....)*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
She walks closer, grinning.
as soon as she steps within ten feet of Bob she feels her strength drain out of her
She glares, drawing two daggers from their sheathes.
"... Now that wasn't very nice."
*what's your constitution score btw? its kinda necessary for this.*
*14, modifier of 2
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
She walks closer, grinning.
as soon as she steps within ten feet of Bob she feels her strength drain out of her
She glares, drawing two daggers from their sheathes.
"... Now that wasn't very nice."
*what's your constitution score btw? its kinda necessary for this.*
*14, modifier of 2
*shes basically stuck to the floor: her limbs feel like lead and she doesn't have the strength to draw her daggers*
Bob Jr. sees that she is trying to draw her daggers though and starts running for half blood hill
*I gotchu circle bouta loop you in*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
She walks closer, grinning.
as soon as she steps within ten feet of Bob she feels her strength drain out of her
She glares, drawing two daggers from their sheathes.
"... Now that wasn't very nice."
*what's your constitution score btw? its kinda necessary for this.*
*14, modifier of 2
*shes basically stuck to the floor: her limbs feel like lead and she doesn't have the strength to draw her daggers*
Bob Jr. sees that she is trying to draw her daggers though and starts running for half blood hill
*I gotchu circle bouta loop you in*
She growls, trying to get up.
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*cut with gonz gonna circle loop????? uhhhhhh loop circle???? into this....*
Bob Jr is sprinting for half blood hill and doesn't see the silhouette of the boy at the top
*circle just so you know Bob Jr is ten years old and seven feet tall half titan son of Iapetus the impaler*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
"Hmm... Yeah, you're definitely scared."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
despite the death caused by his nervousness Bob Jr. seems strangely calmed as more stuff dies. almost as if he's taking their life force.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
She walks closer, grinning.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
A male figure with black hair and green eyes walks up the hill.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
as soon as she steps within ten feet of Bob she feels her strength drain out of her
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*YOU CANT BE PERCY!!!! ITS NOT ALLOWED!!!!*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*im not Percy.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*sowwy :[*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*it’s fine. Want to rp off that?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She glares, drawing two daggers from their sheathes.
"... Now that wasn't very nice."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*what's your constitution score btw? its kinda necessary for this.*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*would but I only have one character (I really need to make more....)*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*just say they are at different times. I’ve done that before.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*14, modifier of 2
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*gonz want to rp?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*shes basically stuck to the floor: her limbs feel like lead and she doesn't have the strength to draw her daggers*
Bob Jr. sees that she is trying to draw her daggers though and starts running for half blood hill
*I gotchu circle bouta loop you in*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*that needs a cut.*
A 13 year old male with black hair and green eyes is standing at the top.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She growls, trying to get up.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*cut with gonz gonna circle loop????? uhhhhhh loop circle???? into this....*
Bob Jr is sprinting for half blood hill and doesn't see the silhouette of the boy at the top
*circle just so you know Bob Jr is ten years old and seven feet tall half titan son of Iapetus the impaler*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*Sure!*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.