*Why are there so many prophesies in the Archives?*
Neru has snuck out of the temporary area for Hypnos half-bloods last night and is now asleep at the base of the entrance to the Oracle’s old attic.
Maho is in the infirmary but is definitely not resting, moving his bandaged hands unnaturally, trying to cast a spell on himself.
*I have an explanation for that in an upcoming quest!!!*
Jacob, an apollo cabin healer, just sighs.
"You need to rest. You're hurt."
*Cant wait to see it* “If I do this, I won’t be hurt. It’s a matter of time. More pain, faster progress. Less pain, way too (beep) long.”
"... AS a medical profesional, you need rest. MAgic will just exert you more."
“From my understanding as a true child of Hecate, THE goddess of magic, that fact is true, BUT you are twisting it. It will exert my mind, not my body, the latter of which is what I’m healing. You aren’t in charge of my mental health. I AM!”
"Fine. Indeed, I am not in charge of your mental health, as I am not a part of the Camp Half-Blood Psychology Aid. But, there are people here who are, and I havn't taken the Hypocratic oath, so I am still allowed to break every bone in your body if you don't rest."
“Go ahead and try. I’ll turn us both into trees, or blow us up, before you get the chance to.” He pulls a small stone with runes carved in it out of one of his belt’s pockets.
"... Just, don't use your magic. You do indeed need rest."
“I know what it’s like to have powers you can’t control. Please try and come with me. I can get you somewhere safe.”
"... you don't get it. Nowhere is safe. As long as I live... nowhere is safe!"
“Please. You’ll die. I don’t want anyone dying.”
*I might disappear for the rest of today soon.*
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
*Why are there so many prophesies in the Archives?*
Neru has snuck out of the temporary area for Hypnos half-bloods last night and is now asleep at the base of the entrance to the Oracle’s old attic.
Maho is in the infirmary but is definitely not resting, moving his bandaged hands unnaturally, trying to cast a spell on himself.
*I’m waiting to do mine until after all the rest of them are done.*
Kian stumbles upon Neru. Literally.
*Honestly same, but I feel Neru should make deeper links before than* ”OUCH!” She wakes with a startle, standing up and hitting her head on a shelf. “OUCH! What keeps hitting me?”
“Sorry!” He yelps. “I didn’t see you. It’s really dark.”
“It is? I swear I left the lights on when I… What exactly are you doing here? Campers aren’t allowed here without Chiron or Mr. D’s permission.”
“I could ask you the same thing. And who said they didn’t give me permission.”
“Don’t turn my questions on me. If you had permission, it would not be at the crack of dawn.” She gestures outside a window towards the setting sun, but seems to mistake it for the rising one.
“The sun is setting…”
“Seriously? Gods, how long was I asleep for? Why did I turn down the coffee? I’m late to feed Peleus! I’m late to help build the cabins! I’ve missed an entire day thanks to that glorified sloth!”
“Who?”
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
*Why are there so many prophesies in the Archives?*
Neru has snuck out of the temporary area for Hypnos half-bloods last night and is now asleep at the base of the entrance to the Oracle’s old attic.
Maho is in the infirmary but is definitely not resting, moving his bandaged hands unnaturally, trying to cast a spell on himself.
*I have an explanation for that in an upcoming quest!!!*
Jacob, an apollo cabin healer, just sighs.
"You need to rest. You're hurt."
*Cant wait to see it* “If I do this, I won’t be hurt. It’s a matter of time. More pain, faster progress. Less pain, way too (beep) long.”
"... AS a medical profesional, you need rest. MAgic will just exert you more."
“From my understanding as a true child of Hecate, THE goddess of magic, that fact is true, BUT you are twisting it. It will exert my mind, not my body, the latter of which is what I’m healing. You aren’t in charge of my mental health. I AM!”
"Fine. Indeed, I am not in charge of your mental health, as I am not a part of the Camp Half-Blood Psychology Aid. But, there are people here who are, and I havn't taken the Hypocratic oath, so I am still allowed to break every bone in your body if you don't rest."
“Go ahead and try. I’ll turn us both into trees, or blow us up, before you get the chance to.” He pulls a small stone with runes carved in it out of one of his belt’s pockets.
"... Just, don't use your magic. You do indeed need rest."
He simply responds with a hmph before crossing his arms. He still holds onto the stone in case of any funny business.
*Why are there so many prophesies in the Archives?*
Neru has snuck out of the temporary area for Hypnos half-bloods last night and is now asleep at the base of the entrance to the Oracle’s old attic.
Maho is in the infirmary but is definitely not resting, moving his bandaged hands unnaturally, trying to cast a spell on himself.
*I’m waiting to do mine until after all the rest of them are done.*
Kian stumbles upon Neru. Literally.
*Honestly same, but I feel Neru should make deeper links before than* ”OUCH!” She wakes with a startle, standing up and hitting her head on a shelf. “OUCH! What keeps hitting me?”
“Sorry!” He yelps. “I didn’t see you. It’s really dark.”
“It is? I swear I left the lights on when I… What exactly are you doing here? Campers aren’t allowed here without Chiron or Mr. D’s permission.”
“I could ask you the same thing. And who said they didn’t give me permission.”
“Don’t turn my questions on me. If you had permission, it would not be at the crack of dawn.” She gestures outside a window towards the setting sun, but seems to mistake it for the rising one.
“The sun is setting…”
“Seriously? Gods, how long was I asleep for? Why did I turn down the coffee? I’m late to feed Peleus! I’m late to help build the cabins! I’ve missed an entire day thanks to that glorified sloth!”
“Who?”
She laughs in a slightly unhinged manner. “The god of sleep himself, the thief of the night, he who steals a third of life from all, Hypnos! Gods, I sound like a priest.”
Clara is standing outside of Aphrodite, backpack in one hand, dagger in the other.
Hope is in the arena, getting used to their new prosthetic arm.
*please?*
"Are you going to fight the whole Aphrodite cabin with that dagger. Careful, they will fight back with perfectly manicured nails and powder puffs." Andrew says as he walks by.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Clara is standing outside of Aphrodite, backpack in one hand, dagger in the other.
Hope is in the arena, getting used to their new prosthetic arm.
*please?*
*okie*
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
Clara is standing outside of Aphrodite, backpack in one hand, dagger in the other.
Hope is in the arena, getting used to their new prosthetic arm.
*please?*
"Are you going to fight the whole Aphrodite cabin with that dagger. Careful, they will fight back with perfectly manicured nails and powder puffs." Andrew says as he walks by.
“I’m hoping to avoid a fight, considering how well the last one went for me. I have comfort in knowing that I if get too hurt, my boyfriend will crush their skulls.”
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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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Clara is standing outside of Aphrodite, backpack in one hand, dagger in the other.
Hope is in the arena, getting used to their new prosthetic arm.
*please?*
*okie*
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
“Hephaestus? Looks to aggressive to be Hestia.” They say as they get a drink of water. Their shirt is off, showing the still healing wound at their shoulder and the prosthetic and vines that make up a new arm after the last one was torn off.
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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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Clara is standing outside of Aphrodite, backpack in one hand, dagger in the other.
Hope is in the arena, getting used to their new prosthetic arm.
*please?*
"Are you going to fight the whole Aphrodite cabin with that dagger. Careful, they will fight back with perfectly manicured nails and powder puffs." Andrew says as he walks by.
“I’m hoping to avoid a fight, considering how well the last one went for me. I have comfort in knowing that I if get too hurt, my boyfriend will crush their skulls.”
"Ah, that's good to hear, though its sad that it might even come to that..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
You know I talk too much,Honey, come put your lips on mine And shut me up, We could blame it all on human nature! Stay cool, it's just a kiss, Oh, why you gotta be so talkative? I talk too much, we talk too much-*
You know I talk too much,Honey, come put your lips on mine And shut me up, We could blame it all on human nature! Stay cool, it's just a kiss, Oh, why you gotta be so talkative? I talk too much, we talk too much-*
*hello, my lovelies!*
*Hi Arch!!*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Clara is standing outside of Aphrodite, backpack in one hand, dagger in the other.
Hope is in the arena, getting used to their new prosthetic arm.
*please?*
*okie*
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
“Hephaestus? Looks to aggressive to be Hestia.” They say as they get a drink of water. Their shirt is off, showing the still healing wound at their shoulder and the prosthetic and vines that make up a new arm after the last one was torn off.
"No... Helios..." She speaks carefully, making sure the flames stay small.
You know I talk too much,Honey, come put your lips on mine And shut me up, We could blame it all on human nature! Stay cool, it's just a kiss, Oh, why you gotta be so talkative? I talk too much, we talk too much-*
*hello, my lovelies!*
*Hi Arch!!*
*ello! How are you, my dear Chris?*
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"... Just, don't use your magic. You do indeed need rest."
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of CAMP HALF-BLOOD!
“Please. You’ll die. I don’t want anyone dying.”
*I might disappear for the rest of today soon.*
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
“Who?”
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
He simply responds with a hmph before crossing his arms. He still holds onto the stone in case of any funny business.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*please?*
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
She laughs in a slightly unhinged manner. “The god of sleep himself, the thief of the night, he who steals a third of life from all, Hypnos! Gods, I sound like a priest.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
<I'd do it, but I have to go in about 15 minutes. I could maybe rp a little in the meantime, though.>
Gerdeen Island: a Pokemon themed tavern, meant to simulate the mundane parts of real life.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*okie*
"Hah. Don't you think that I would die if I could?!"
The flames in her eyes become more intence, burning brighter.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of CAMP HALF-BLOOD!
"Are you going to fight the whole Aphrodite cabin with that dagger. Careful, they will fight back with perfectly manicured nails and powder puffs." Andrew says as he walks by.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
My Greater Will Google Doc
Proud member of the DragonClub! cult.
"Only if you're sure." he kisses them again. "Thanks, Bleu."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*okie*
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of CAMP HALF-BLOOD!
"Yeah. I'm sure."
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of CAMP HALF-BLOOD!
“I’m hoping to avoid a fight, considering how well the last one went for me. I have comfort in knowing that I if get too hurt, my boyfriend will crush their skulls.”
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“Hephaestus? Looks to aggressive to be Hestia.” They say as they get a drink of water. Their shirt is off, showing the still healing wound at their shoulder and the prosthetic and vines that make up a new arm after the last one was torn off.
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Ah, that's good to hear, though its sad that it might even come to that..."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
My Greater Will Google Doc
Proud member of the DragonClub! cult.
You know I talk too much,Honey, come put your lips on mine And shut me up, We could blame it all on human nature! Stay cool, it's just a kiss, Oh, why you gotta be so talkative? I talk too much, we talk too much-*
*hello, my lovelies!*
"So, whaddya wanna do now?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*Hi Arch!!*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"No... Helios..." She speaks carefully, making sure the flames stay small.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of CAMP HALF-BLOOD!
*ello! How are you, my dear Chris?*