Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
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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.
"Sorry... I just- I'm having trouble telling a boy how I feel about him, and every time I find a good time... He starts talking about something different. Last time it was his dad..."
"I... I don't think I'm the most qualified to talk about this- I- Uh-"
"Don't worry about talking about it... sometimes it's just nice to get my thoughts out into the air. Sorry, again."
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"Sorry... I just- I'm having trouble telling a boy how I feel about him, and every time I find a good time... He starts talking about something different. Last time it was his dad..."
"I... I don't think I'm the most qualified to talk about this- I- Uh-"
"Don't worry about talking about it... sometimes it's just nice to get my thoughts out into the air. Sorry, again."
"No... It's fine... Sometimes I feel like I just need to burst something out as well... but sometimes I just..."
She trails off, looking out at the horizon.
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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.
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Duan is sitting in the amphitheater, singing a mournful tune.
Evan is inside the Zeus cabin, doing a puzzle.
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
*Oh God clover is way out of her league*
*Is what I'd be saying if that one little thing I added to her Statblock didn't exist lol ALSO TWO NAT ONES ON DAMAGE HAH*
The first attack misses, and a dust particle gets into his eye, throwing his aim off, causing his second strike to miss.
"Oh... that's disappointing. Usually, this is much more exciting."
Clover pulls another dagger out of her bag, sighing.
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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.
Duan is sitting in the amphitheater, singing a mournful tune.
Evan is inside the Zeus cabin, doing a puzzle.
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
Duan pauses and grins. “Wings! Cool!” He’s a young boy, about ten, with hair tied into a braid. Right now he’s wearing a green hoodie with a shamrock on it, a pair of faded jeans, and he has green eyes.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
Duan is sitting in the amphitheater, singing a mournful tune.
Evan is inside the Zeus cabin, doing a puzzle.
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
*ATTICUS WHOO HOOO!!*
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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.
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
"Ello."
“Did ya know my mom is a goddess? Pretty cool, right?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
He walks over
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
"Ello."
“Did ya know my mom is a goddess? Pretty cool, right?”
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 14
*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
*Oh God clover is way out of her league*
*Is what I'd be saying if that one little thing I added to her Statblock didn't exist lol ALSO TWO NAT ONES ON DAMAGE HAH*
The first attack misses, and a dust particle gets into his eye, throwing his aim off, causing his second strike to miss.
"Oh... that's disappointing. Usually, this is much more exciting."
Clover pulls another dagger out of her bag, sighing.
*Yeah, sorry, level 12*
Two more attacks, both this time from the hand crossbow
Attack: 16 Damage: 11 + 3 force damage
Attack: 22 Damage: 9 + 3 force damage
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
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*You rolled a 3,2,1, ow*
"Yeah, you're that creepy"
Initiative 21
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
A new camper hesitantly walks into the cabin.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*YEah for the daughter of Tyche, she isn't doing so well*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"Don't worry about talking about it... sometimes it's just nice to get my thoughts out into the air. Sorry, again."
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
He walks over
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Two attacks, they seem to be holding back
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Attack: 30 Damage: 8
And they fly thirty feet in the air and cast hunters mark
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"No... It's fine... Sometimes I feel like I just need to burst something out as well... but sometimes I just..."
She trails off, looking out at the horizon.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“I thought I’d live to my oldest days
At least that’s what everybody says-
Oh! Hi!” He grins, running a hand through his black hair.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Guitar accompienent music starts to join in with Duan, coming from the speakers on stage. Atticus is in the center of the amphitheater, flapping his wings to stay afloat as he plays along
Aeris is hanging from the bunk above Evan, staring at him. "Oh, look. A ghost.
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
Evan looks up from his puzzle. “Uh… you okay?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Oh God clover is way out of her league*
*Is what I'd be saying if that one little thing I added to her Statblock didn't exist lol ALSO TWO NAT ONES ON DAMAGE HAH*
The first attack misses, and a dust particle gets into his eye, throwing his aim off, causing his second strike to miss.
"Oh... that's disappointing. Usually, this is much more exciting."
Clover pulls another dagger out of her bag, sighing.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Duan pauses and grins. “Wings! Cool!” He’s a young boy, about ten, with hair tied into a braid. Right now he’s wearing a green hoodie with a shamrock on it, a pair of faded jeans, and he has green eyes.
“H-huh?” Evan asks, looking around. “Oh hey Aeris.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Ello."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*ATTICUS WHOO HOOO!!*
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"... Is this the Zeus cabin...?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"Don't know how people will react.. Right?"
They sigh, laying down in the leaf covered grass
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
“Did ya know my mom is a goddess? Pretty cool, right?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Goddess, eh?"
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"Yeah... and some secrets are too dangerous to tell..."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*Yeah, sorry, level 12*
Two more attacks, both this time from the hand crossbow
Attack: 16 Damage: 11 + 3 force damage
Attack: 22 Damage: 9 + 3 force damage
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]