Fael has installed security measures around her fort
Masha's poking around the fort, with a bag that's rustling suspiciously, and a bottle of super glue.
*How close?*
*In front of the fort.*
*How far in feet?*
*Two.*
As they approach, the ground drops out from under them
Dex save
26
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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.
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Axel jumps in surprise, before running up the hill.
The blaze doesn't spread very far, the flames burning an enticing blue. A male figure stands in the flames, details obscured
Axel waves hello.
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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.
*very sorry, my wifi decided to explode* she’s a young african American teen, probably <14, with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a black tank top and athletic shorts. Her forearms are lined with solid gold bracelets and she wears a blindfold over her eyes
*You gud*
The blue streaked haired teenage guy waves
She turns, despite the blindfold. “Hey dude, I have some questions. Do you have answers?”
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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! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Aspen watches the bolt, frowning and covering her ears. She heads towards the hill and starts to stomp on the flames.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*RP pretty please? Responses may be slow (crazy slow) but they’ll be faster later.*
*Alright! Who want?*
*Jasper?*
*Okie!*
Said witch-boy is hiking through deeper parts of the forest at Camp Half-Blood, using a two-pronged stygian iron staff as a walking stick.
Kian jumps out from the shadows, grinning. "Hey Jasper." They say. You can tell that there are others with Kian.
He instinctively twists his staff and is about to hit Kian with it, but stops.
"Kian! What- Don't- Don't do that! Imagine if I was preparing spells, and accidentally eviscerated you!"
"I've gotten a little stronger, but yeah, probably wouldn't be able to survive you." They shrug. "Nice seeing ya. I've found some allies."
"REally? Who?"
"Murphy, of course, he's trained now and very... vengeful. New kid named Oliver who fought on our side of the Titan War... Aspen... Menda. Doesn't want to be called that any more, though."
"Interesting... Even with these allies, we won't be able to strike at the seat of the Olympians power... we'll need to use a more indirect route to cripple them... With Chaos remaerging at camp, I have some interesting hypotheses on how to do that."
"What are your ideas?"
"WEll, with the lingering bits of Chaos that are in camp, it's bound to attract certain goddesses. And, have you noticed how there's a bunch more fights breaking out in camp?"
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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.
Aspen is hanging around in the forest. Seeing Hope, she sneaks up behind them.
They stomp their foot and a gnarled root wraps around her ankle
"Hey!" She cries.
“Hi.”
"What was that for?"
“I don’t like it when things sneak up behind me. Last time that happened I lost my leg.”
"Ohhhhhh... Alright. Sorry, then."
They shrug. “Why were you sneaking up behind me anyways?” The root releases her foot
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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! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
*RP pretty please? Responses may be slow (crazy slow) but they’ll be faster later.*
*Alright! Who want?*
*Jasper?*
*Okie!*
Said witch-boy is hiking through deeper parts of the forest at Camp Half-Blood, using a two-pronged stygian iron staff as a walking stick.
Kian jumps out from the shadows, grinning. "Hey Jasper." They say. You can tell that there are others with Kian.
He instinctively twists his staff and is about to hit Kian with it, but stops.
"Kian! What- Don't- Don't do that! Imagine if I was preparing spells, and accidentally eviscerated you!"
"I've gotten a little stronger, but yeah, probably wouldn't be able to survive you." They shrug. "Nice seeing ya. I've found some allies."
"REally? Who?"
"Murphy, of course, he's trained now and very... vengeful. New kid named Oliver who fought on our side of the Titan War... Aspen... Menda. Doesn't want to be called that any more, though."
"Interesting... Even with these allies, we won't be able to strike at the seat of the Olympians power... we'll need to use a more indirect route to cripple them... With Chaos remaerging at camp, I have some interesting hypotheses on how to do that."
"What are your ideas?"
"WEll, with the lingering bits of Chaos that are in camp, it's bound to attract certain goddesses. And, have you noticed how there's a bunch more fights breaking out in camp?"
"I've noticed... It's a bit wild. Certain... goddesses?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Axel jumps in surprise, before running up the hill.
The blaze doesn't spread very far, the flames burning an enticing blue. A male figure stands in the flames, details obscured
Axel waves hello.
The flames dissipate, leaving charred grass and the smell of sweat. The man in the flames is fully visible now, and he's panting.
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
Aspen is hanging around in the forest. Seeing Hope, she sneaks up behind them.
They stomp their foot and a gnarled root wraps around her ankle
"Hey!" She cries.
“Hi.”
"What was that for?"
“I don’t like it when things sneak up behind me. Last time that happened I lost my leg.”
"Ohhhhhh... Alright. Sorry, then."
They shrug. “Why were you sneaking up behind me anyways?” The root releases her foot
"I was just watching ya. Making sure you weren't a threat. Maybe trying to scare you."
“I’m definitely a threat. Just not to most demigods.”
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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! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
*RP pretty please? Responses may be slow (crazy slow) but they’ll be faster later.*
*Alright! Who want?*
*Jasper?*
*Okie!*
Said witch-boy is hiking through deeper parts of the forest at Camp Half-Blood, using a two-pronged stygian iron staff as a walking stick.
Kian jumps out from the shadows, grinning. "Hey Jasper." They say. You can tell that there are others with Kian.
He instinctively twists his staff and is about to hit Kian with it, but stops.
"Kian! What- Don't- Don't do that! Imagine if I was preparing spells, and accidentally eviscerated you!"
"I've gotten a little stronger, but yeah, probably wouldn't be able to survive you." They shrug. "Nice seeing ya. I've found some allies."
"REally? Who?"
"Murphy, of course, he's trained now and very... vengeful. New kid named Oliver who fought on our side of the Titan War... Aspen... Menda. Doesn't want to be called that any more, though."
"Interesting... Even with these allies, we won't be able to strike at the seat of the Olympians power... we'll need to use a more indirect route to cripple them... With Chaos remaerging at camp, I have some interesting hypotheses on how to do that."
"What are your ideas?"
"WEll, with the lingering bits of Chaos that are in camp, it's bound to attract certain goddesses. And, have you noticed how there's a bunch more fights breaking out in camp?"
"I've noticed... It's a bit wild. Certain... goddesses?"
"Yes. Eris. The goddess of Strife and Discord. She's bound to be attracted by the chaotic energy, and with her presence here, fights will happen more regularly. But her influence shouldn't have been so powerful as to start fights right away... She must have helpers. And these helpers will help us. Think about it. If there's a civil war at camp, the gods will become distracted. They'll fight each other, letting us sneak in and destroy them. Eris can cause this civil war."
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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.
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Aspen watches the bolt, frowning and covering her ears. She heads towards the hill and starts to stomp on the flames.
Before she can stomp out the entirety of the flames, they dissipate on their own, leaving a male figure in the center of them all
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Axel jumps in surprise, before running up the hill.
The blaze doesn't spread very far, the flames burning an enticing blue. A male figure stands in the flames, details obscured
Axel waves hello.
The flames dissipate, leaving charred grass and the smell of sweat. The man in the flames is fully visible now, and he's panting.
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
"Hey. Who're 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.
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Aspen watches the bolt, frowning and covering her ears. She heads towards the hill and starts to stomp on the flames.
Before she can stomp out the entirety of the flames, they dissipate on their own, leaving a male figure in the center of them all
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
Aspen glares. "That was quite the entrance. Thought camp was gonna burn down and I was gonna die of heavy metal."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Axel jumps in surprise, before running up the hill.
The blaze doesn't spread very far, the flames burning an enticing blue. A male figure stands in the flames, details obscured
Axel waves hello.
The flames dissipate, leaving charred grass and the smell of sweat. The man in the flames is fully visible now, and he's panting.
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
"Hey. Who're you?"
"They call me Leo!" He laughs and looks round, wiping his face with his hand.
"You know, they say 'ride the lightning', but they never said how FRICKIN' awesome it is!"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
*RP pretty please? Responses may be slow (crazy slow) but they’ll be faster later.*
*Alright! Who want?*
*Jasper?*
*Okie!*
Said witch-boy is hiking through deeper parts of the forest at Camp Half-Blood, using a two-pronged stygian iron staff as a walking stick.
Kian jumps out from the shadows, grinning. "Hey Jasper." They say. You can tell that there are others with Kian.
He instinctively twists his staff and is about to hit Kian with it, but stops.
"Kian! What- Don't- Don't do that! Imagine if I was preparing spells, and accidentally eviscerated you!"
"I've gotten a little stronger, but yeah, probably wouldn't be able to survive you." They shrug. "Nice seeing ya. I've found some allies."
"REally? Who?"
"Murphy, of course, he's trained now and very... vengeful. New kid named Oliver who fought on our side of the Titan War... Aspen... Menda. Doesn't want to be called that any more, though."
"Interesting... Even with these allies, we won't be able to strike at the seat of the Olympians power... we'll need to use a more indirect route to cripple them... With Chaos remaerging at camp, I have some interesting hypotheses on how to do that."
"What are your ideas?"
"WEll, with the lingering bits of Chaos that are in camp, it's bound to attract certain goddesses. And, have you noticed how there's a bunch more fights breaking out in camp?"
"I've noticed... It's a bit wild. Certain... goddesses?"
"Yes. Eris. The goddess of Strife and Discord. She's bound to be attracted by the chaotic energy, and with her presence here, fights will happen more regularly. But her influence shouldn't have been so powerful as to start fights right away... She must have helpers. And these helpers will help us. Think about it. If there's a civil war at camp, the gods will become distracted. They'll fight each other, letting us sneak in and destroy them. Eris can cause this civil war."
"One of my allies has told me about some... people. Possible Eris helpers, maybe?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
From the very heavens themselves, a lightning bolt centered on Half-Blood Hill pierces the skies, trailing like an electric comet into the atmosphere. As it gets closer, and closer, a heavy metal song seems to ring out from the sky, heard throughout the entirety of camp. The music plays until the lightning strikes, setting the grass on the hill ablaze
Axel jumps in surprise, before running up the hill.
The blaze doesn't spread very far, the flames burning an enticing blue. A male figure stands in the flames, details obscured
Axel waves hello.
The flames dissipate, leaving charred grass and the smell of sweat. The man in the flames is fully visible now, and he's panting.
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
"Hey. Who're you?"
"They call me Leo!" He laughs and looks round, wiping his face with his hand.
"You know, they say 'ride the lightning', but they never said how FRICKIN' awesome it is!"
"They do? Who says that?"
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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.
Axel waves hello.
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.
She turns, despite the blindfold. “Hey dude, I have some questions. Do you have answers?”
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!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Aspen watches the bolt, frowning and covering her ears. She heads towards the hill and starts to stomp on the flames.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"WEll, with the lingering bits of Chaos that are in camp, it's bound to attract certain goddesses. And, have you noticed how there's a bunch more fights breaking out in camp?"
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.
They shrug. “Why were you sneaking up behind me anyways?” The root releases her foot
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!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"I've noticed... It's a bit wild. Certain... goddesses?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"I was just watching ya. Making sure you weren't a threat. Maybe trying to scare you."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
The flames dissipate, leaving charred grass and the smell of sweat. The man in the flames is fully visible now, and he's panting.
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
“I’m definitely a threat. Just not to most demigods.”
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!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Yes. Eris. The goddess of Strife and Discord. She's bound to be attracted by the chaotic energy, and with her presence here, fights will happen more regularly. But her influence shouldn't have been so powerful as to start fights right away... She must have helpers. And these helpers will help us. Think about it. If there's a civil war at camp, the gods will become distracted. They'll fight each other, letting us sneak in and destroy them. Eris can cause this civil war."
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.
Before she can stomp out the entirety of the flames, they dissipate on their own, leaving a male figure in the center of them all
His hair is short and bouncy, in loose curls, a sandy brown dyed black and grown out. His face is sharp, observational, and he's a bit toned, bearing a jean jacket turned into a vest over a bleach-painted rock band shirt. The jacket he wears is covered in patches, from bands and other sources of cloth. His skin, slightly toned, bears freckles and scars. At his wrists are several bracelets, one matching a chain necklace around his neck. His fingernails are painted black and trimmed pristinely, and his jeans and converse look older than him
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
*gtg*
*Low battery 🪫*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"Hey. Who're 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.
"Hmmmmm... okay. Based on those powers, I would not disagree. Who even is your godly parent? Demeter or something?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Aspen glares. "That was quite the entrance. Thought camp was gonna burn down and I was gonna die of heavy metal."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"They call me Leo!" He laughs and looks round, wiping his face with his hand.
"You know, they say 'ride the lightning', but they never said how FRICKIN' awesome it is!"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"One of my allies has told me about some... people. Possible Eris helpers, maybe?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"They do? Who says that?"
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.