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.
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 13 year old male with black hair and green eyes is standing at the top.
*tree, I’m not gonna do a three way interaction.*
*that's fine he's just running*
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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 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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.
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 13 year old male with black hair and green eyes is standing at the top.
*tree, I’m not gonna do a three way interaction.*
*that's fine he's just running*
*ok. Can we start RPing?*
*wdym*
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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 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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 13 year old male with black hair and green eyes is standing at the top.
*tree, I’m not gonna do a three way interaction.*
*that's fine he's just running*
*ok. Can we start RPing?*
*wdym*
*you are only speaking OoC. I introed.*
*ooop sry*
Bob Jr. comes running full tilt up the hill holding his pet bunny, carved stone armour clinking, he nearly runs over the boy
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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.
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 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
A 13 year old male with black hair and green eyes is standing at the top.
*tree, I’m not gonna do a three way interaction.*
*that's fine he's just running*
*ok. Can we start RPing?*
*wdym*
*you are only speaking OoC. I introed.*
*ooop sry*
Bob Jr. comes running full tilt up the hill holding his pet bunny, carved stone armour clinking, he nearly runs over the boy
He sees him but doesn’t speak.
he mutters a hasty "sorry" and starts running towards the forge by way of the strawberry fields
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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.
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 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes up the hill.
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
"... Are you good...?"
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
"... Alright, bud..."
“Don’t call me bud.”
"Well then, what should I call you?"
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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.
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*tree, I’m not gonna do a three way interaction.*
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.
*ok. Your choice of a character.*
A 13 year old male with green eyes, and black hair comes 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.
*that's fine he's just running*
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
Jacob Heart has left the Infirmiry, finally donw with his long shift, and is walking towards Half-Blood Hill, as he sees the newcomer.
"Helo, there!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Hello.” His tone cold and lifeless.
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.
"... Are you good...?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*ok. Can we start RPing?*
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.
“Yes.” His tone still being maintained,
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.
*wdym*
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
"... Alright, bud..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*you are only speaking OoC. I introed.*
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.
*ooop sry*
Bob Jr. comes running full tilt up the hill holding his pet bunny, carved stone armour clinking, he nearly runs over the boy
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
“Don’t call me bud.”
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.
He sees him but doesn’t speak.
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.
"Well then, what should I call you?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
he mutters a hasty "sorry" and starts running towards the forge by way of the strawberry fields
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
“Sortops.” *you do get his tone is always going to be the lifeless one. Right?*
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.
“For what?” His tone is cold and lifeless.
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.
*Yup*
"Well, hello there, Sortops! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“What may I call you?”
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.