“*gasp* no she wouldn’t! My mom is a lovely, kind Christian woman and would never do that!”
He shrugs. “No hate quite like christian love my friend. Check the nearby confessional. Why are you dressed like it’s Wednesday and Regina George is lying in wait for you?”
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"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
"it's fine" they take a piece of paper that is stained dark red in places and puts it in the book "i was getting to a stopping place anyway"
"... What book is it? Anything exciting?"
"Their book is called Abaddon's Gate. Part of a good series but I wouldn't really recommend it"
"Im not really a reader, anyways. Theres nothing really to win with books.." She pauses "Though, I suppose I should probably ask what its about"
"The series is about an alien virus and human power struggles. As for winning, not everything revolves around that you know"
"... Does if you ever want to be claimed. But I guess thats not everyones main concern."
She sighs "why does it matter anyways?" her tone is slightly resentful
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
".. Then Im improving for me. My own competitiveness" Deception: 20 "And besides... Great isnt winning. Amazing isn't winning. Im not going to slow down until Im the best. At uh... Something"
*Meet a daughter of Nike! With imposter syndrome!!*
"Hmph. Regina. Don't lie to me. I know when you're lying."
*Mee a daughter of Tyche with ungodly guessing skills.*
"Eh, doesn't much matter if I lie about it or not.. Youre not going to dissuade me from trying. Although.." She gets an impish smirk "You could try to help me get better at something, instead? Itd definitely stop me from choking out Ms. Structure and Posture over there" she motions to the Ares kid that she abandoned training with
"... Oh Oh no. No no no. I don't do fighting. Thats more of a other people thing. I help people get through their trauma. I don't want any trauma. No."
"Doesn't gotta be fighting!! Any hobby you know that I can learn how to win at!" She smiles "Trust me, Clover, I know youre one of the last people here deserving of a thrashing"
"... Thanks, Regina...? Um. REally, my only hobbies include games of chance or luck... Nothing you can really get better at... Unless you count being a therapist! I'm also good at that!"
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
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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)
Sitting on the roof of the hermes cabin is a lounging boy with a big smile, his dirty blonde hair cut shorter and messy with hazel eyes to match. He wears the classic tacky orange shirt of Camp Halfblood, as well as carries a razor sharp but light-looking spear. He’s got his eyes closed, humming quietly to himself as he sips on orange juice. The boy is almost unnaturally lanky - his legs are long and toned, exposed by a beaten up pair of cargo shorts and black-and-white running shoes.
He hears a familiar ‘whoosh,’ sound as the temperature around him drops. Then a couple of footsteps on the roof of the cabin near him, and suddenly a snowball hits his back. He can hear the one who threw it chuckling to himself a few feet away.
He yelps. “AH!!! COLD!” Alex promptly falls off the roof, though lands on his feet like a cat. “Caleb..” Alex says, trying to suppress a smile. “I’m the trickster guy here. Not you.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
"it's fine" they take a piece of paper that is stained dark red in places and puts it in the book "i was getting to a stopping place anyway"
"... What book is it? Anything exciting?"
"Their book is called Abaddon's Gate. Part of a good series but I wouldn't really recommend it"
"Im not really a reader, anyways. Theres nothing really to win with books.." She pauses "Though, I suppose I should probably ask what its about"
"The series is about an alien virus and human power struggles. As for winning, not everything revolves around that you know"
"... Does if you ever want to be claimed. But I guess thats not everyones main concern."
She sighs "why does it matter anyways?" her tone is slightly resentful
She shrugs "I... No reason, I guess. Doesn't make me want it less."
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"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
".. Then Im improving for me. My own competitiveness" Deception: 20 "And besides... Great isnt winning. Amazing isn't winning. Im not going to slow down until Im the best. At uh... Something"
*Meet a daughter of Nike! With imposter syndrome!!*
"Hmph. Regina. Don't lie to me. I know when you're lying."
*Mee a daughter of Tyche with ungodly guessing skills.*
"Eh, doesn't much matter if I lie about it or not.. Youre not going to dissuade me from trying. Although.." She gets an impish smirk "You could try to help me get better at something, instead? Itd definitely stop me from choking out Ms. Structure and Posture over there" she motions to the Ares kid that she abandoned training with
"... Oh Oh no. No no no. I don't do fighting. Thats more of a other people thing. I help people get through their trauma. I don't want any trauma. No."
"Doesn't gotta be fighting!! Any hobby you know that I can learn how to win at!" She smiles "Trust me, Clover, I know youre one of the last people here deserving of a thrashing"
"... Thanks, Regina...? Um. REally, my only hobbies include games of chance or luck... Nothing you can really get better at... Unless you count being a therapist! I'm also good at that!"
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
Clover gasps. "What?! No! I never cheat! why would I ever cheat?! What?!"
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"Phones and other technologies atract monsters! Don't use them! Very dangerous! Easy way to get killed! No thanks!"
“Oh my goodness… are you serious?! You’re saying monsters are real?!…” he pauses, blankly staring at the ground, thinking. “What kind of monsters?”
"The mean ones. The greek ones. The ones that will eat you. Like I said, the greek myths are real, blah blah blah. Have any questions, head tothe Big House and ask Dionysus to see the rientation film."
“I don’t know much about Greek monsters… are any of them… like… demons? Or like… vampires… sort of?”
"Yup! There certaintly are demons and monsters! In fact, a bunch of campers recently died in a big war against a the Titan lord of Time who wanted to destroy the world!"
“Alright… So you’re saying that this place is… like, a safe haven from those monsters? And I’m… like, half…” he begins to realize something. “No… that’s silly, you can’t be right… what. Is. Happening?!…” they say, mostly to himself.
"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
".. Then Im improving for me. My own competitiveness" Deception: 20 "And besides... Great isnt winning. Amazing isn't winning. Im not going to slow down until Im the best. At uh... Something"
*Meet a daughter of Nike! With imposter syndrome!!*
"Hmph. Regina. Don't lie to me. I know when you're lying."
*Mee a daughter of Tyche with ungodly guessing skills.*
"Eh, doesn't much matter if I lie about it or not.. Youre not going to dissuade me from trying. Although.." She gets an impish smirk "You could try to help me get better at something, instead? Itd definitely stop me from choking out Ms. Structure and Posture over there" she motions to the Ares kid that she abandoned training with
"... Oh Oh no. No no no. I don't do fighting. Thats more of a other people thing. I help people get through their trauma. I don't want any trauma. No."
"Doesn't gotta be fighting!! Any hobby you know that I can learn how to win at!" She smiles "Trust me, Clover, I know youre one of the last people here deserving of a thrashing"
"... Thanks, Regina...? Um. REally, my only hobbies include games of chance or luck... Nothing you can really get better at... Unless you count being a therapist! I'm also good at that!"
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
Clover gasps. "What?! No! I never cheat! why would I ever cheat?! What?!"
"Its certainly a way to get better at games of chance, aint it? Victory whatever it takes and all?"
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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)
"Psh! No secret place!" She points towards the big house "Right there. And I live in a cabin full of pickpockets.. I know how to not carry cash around. Though I admire the boldness"
“Hey, I’m easily bribable.” He says, folding his arms. “Do they have smoothies or something in that giant building that looks like it’s committing multiple building safety violations?”
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*Shouldn't this be called like The Big House- a Percy Jackson tavern or something since The Big House is actually kinda taverny because it's a buiding?*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“*gasp* no she wouldn’t! My mom is a lovely, kind Christian woman and would never do that!”
He shrugs. “No hate quite like christian love my friend. Check the nearby confessional. Why are you dressed like it’s Wednesday and Regina George is lying in wait for you?”
He looks confused. “…what? I don’t… know a Regina George.”
“I haven’t done drugs yet. Those birds were definitely real, considering the cuts on my arms, and the fact that my favorite hoodie is no longer existent.”
“Did you cover yourself in birdseed? That tends to do the trick.” He looks them up and down. “Actually that is a pretty cool hoodie. Sorry for your loss.”
“No. I don’t think I did. Maybe I accidentally took some. But I don’t think owls eat birdseed.” He jumps to his feet takes off whats left of his hoodie and slings his bag over his shoulder “Do you know where we are. And I don’t mean New York.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Phones and other technologies atract monsters! Don't use them! Very dangerous! Easy way to get killed! No thanks!"
“Oh my goodness… are you serious?! You’re saying monsters are real?!…” he pauses, blankly staring at the ground, thinking. “What kind of monsters?”
"The mean ones. The greek ones. The ones that will eat you. Like I said, the greek myths are real, blah blah blah. Have any questions, head tothe Big House and ask Dionysus to see the rientation film."
“I don’t know much about Greek monsters… are any of them… like… demons? Or like… vampires… sort of?”
"Yup! There certaintly are demons and monsters! In fact, a bunch of campers recently died in a big war against a the Titan lord of Time who wanted to destroy the world!"
“Alright… So you’re saying that this place is… like, a safe haven from those monsters? And I’m… like, half…” he begins to realize something. “No… that’s silly, you can’t be right… what. Is. Happening?!…” they say, mostly to himself.
"No. This place is not safe. Nowhere is completely safe. But it is safer. And, yes, you are half god. And as to what is happening? A lot of things."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Sitting on the roof of the hermes cabin is a lounging boy with a big smile, his dirty blonde hair cut shorter and messy with hazel eyes to match. He wears the classic tacky orange shirt of Camp Halfblood, as well as carries a razor sharp but light-looking spear. He’s got his eyes closed, humming quietly to himself as he sips on orange juice. The boy is almost unnaturally lanky - his legs are long and toned, exposed by a beaten up pair of cargo shorts and black-and-white running shoes.
He hears a familiar ‘whoosh,’ sound as the temperature around him drops. Then a couple of footsteps on the roof of the cabin near him, and suddenly a snowball hits his back. He can hear the one who threw it chuckling to himself a few feet away.
He yelps. “AH!!! COLD!” Alex promptly falls off the roof, though lands on his feet like a cat. “Caleb..” Alex says, trying to suppress a smile. “I’m the trickster guy here. Not you.”
He laughs, checking over the edge to look at Alex. “I can’t let you have all the fun, can I?” The temperature is around 45-50 degrees, so warmer than it usually is around Caleb.
“*gasp* no she wouldn’t! My mom is a lovely, kind Christian woman and would never do that!”
He shrugs. “No hate quite like christian love my friend. Check the nearby confessional. Why are you dressed like it’s Wednesday and Regina George is lying in wait for you?”
He looks confused. “…what? I don’t… know a Regina George.”
“Really!l? You’re all pink. One trip in the mud and that sweater is done for. Do you have a name or should I call you Moneybags?”
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"Psh! No secret place!" She points towards the big house "Right there. And I live in a cabin full of pickpockets.. I know how to not carry cash around. Though I admire the boldness"
“Hey, I’m easily bribable.” He says, folding his arms. “Do they have smoothies or something in that giant building that looks like it’s committing multiple building safety violations?”
"Well, one of the counsellors really like those uh... Aged grape smoothies, if you catch the metaphor? But we can see if you can get a less problematic one"
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*Shouldn't this be called like The Big House- a Percy Jackson tavern or something since The Big House is actually kinda taverny because it's a buiding?*
*at this point in time in the forums, a Tavern isn’t specifically referring to a building, it’s just another word for roleplay thread.*
"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
".. Then Im improving for me. My own competitiveness" Deception: 20 "And besides... Great isnt winning. Amazing isn't winning. Im not going to slow down until Im the best. At uh... Something"
*Meet a daughter of Nike! With imposter syndrome!!*
"Hmph. Regina. Don't lie to me. I know when you're lying."
*Mee a daughter of Tyche with ungodly guessing skills.*
"Eh, doesn't much matter if I lie about it or not.. Youre not going to dissuade me from trying. Although.." She gets an impish smirk "You could try to help me get better at something, instead? Itd definitely stop me from choking out Ms. Structure and Posture over there" she motions to the Ares kid that she abandoned training with
"... Oh Oh no. No no no. I don't do fighting. Thats more of a other people thing. I help people get through their trauma. I don't want any trauma. No."
"Doesn't gotta be fighting!! Any hobby you know that I can learn how to win at!" She smiles "Trust me, Clover, I know youre one of the last people here deserving of a thrashing"
"... Thanks, Regina...? Um. REally, my only hobbies include games of chance or luck... Nothing you can really get better at... Unless you count being a therapist! I'm also good at that!"
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
Clover gasps. "What?! No! I never cheat! why would I ever cheat?! What?!"
"Its certainly a way to get better at games of chance, aint it? Victory whatever it takes and all?"
Clover sounds aghast at what Regina is implying. "No! It's a game of chance! Fair odds! Equal chance of winning!"
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
"it's fine" they take a piece of paper that is stained dark red in places and puts it in the book "i was getting to a stopping place anyway"
"... What book is it? Anything exciting?"
"Their book is called Abaddon's Gate. Part of a good series but I wouldn't really recommend it"
"Im not really a reader, anyways. Theres nothing really to win with books.." She pauses "Though, I suppose I should probably ask what its about"
"The series is about an alien virus and human power struggles. As for winning, not everything revolves around that you know"
"... Does if you ever want to be claimed. But I guess thats not everyones main concern."
She sighs "why does it matter anyways?" her tone is slightly resentful
She shrugs "I... No reason, I guess. Doesn't make me want it less."
"Do you have any..." she goes into a fit of coughing, taking a red rag out of her pocket and putting it over her mouth
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
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He shrugs. “No hate quite like christian love my friend. Check the nearby confessional. Why are you dressed like it’s Wednesday and Regina George is lying in wait for you?”
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She sighs "why does it matter anyways?" her tone is slightly resentful
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
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)
He yelps. “AH!!! COLD!” Alex promptly falls off the roof, though lands on his feet like a cat. “Caleb..” Alex says, trying to suppress a smile. “I’m the trickster guy here. Not you.”
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*thank you, thank you*
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She shrugs "I... No reason, I guess. Doesn't make me want it less."
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)
Clover gasps. "What?! No! I never cheat! why would I ever cheat?! What?!"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“Alright… So you’re saying that this place is… like, a safe haven from those monsters? And I’m… like, half…” he begins to realize something. “No… that’s silly, you can’t be right… what. Is. Happening?!…” they say, mostly to himself.
"Its certainly a way to get better at games of chance, aint it? Victory whatever it takes and all?"
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)
“Hey, I’m easily bribable.” He says, folding his arms. “Do they have smoothies or something in that giant building that looks like it’s committing multiple building safety violations?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Shouldn't this be called like The Big House- a Percy Jackson tavern or something since The Big House is actually kinda taverny because it's a buiding?*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He looks confused. “…what? I don’t… know a Regina George.”
“No. I don’t think I did. Maybe I accidentally took some. But I don’t think owls eat birdseed.” He jumps to his feet takes off whats left of his hoodie and slings his bag over his shoulder “Do you know where we are. And I don’t mean New York.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"No. This place is not safe. Nowhere is completely safe. But it is safer. And, yes, you are half god. And as to what is happening? A lot of things."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He laughs, checking over the edge to look at Alex. “I can’t let you have all the fun, can I?” The temperature is around 45-50 degrees, so warmer than it usually is around Caleb.
“Really!l? You’re all pink. One trip in the mud and that sweater is done for. Do you have a name or should I call you Moneybags?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Well, one of the counsellors really like those uh... Aged grape smoothies, if you catch the metaphor? But we can see if you can get a less problematic one"
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)
*at this point in time in the forums, a Tavern isn’t specifically referring to a building, it’s just another word for roleplay thread.*
Clover sounds aghast at what Regina is implying. "No! It's a game of chance! Fair odds! Equal chance of winning!"
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Do you have any..." she goes into a fit of coughing, taking a red rag out of her pocket and putting it over her mouth
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire