*Hey everyone. Sorry for popping in at out all day but I’m off work now. Just have to drive home and then I can RP*
*Hi coronet! awesome :]*
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“No, though I am a passable shot. I’m much more adept with the spear and similar weapons, even as hunting tools. You are a Hunter of Artemis? Pleased to make your acquaintance. I’m Vaughn; I am out today looking for a sparring partner. A hunter of Artemis would be a stiff challenge, I think.”
They laugh a little, covering their mouth politely. “You give me far too much credit. I had just lost my first match in… ten years, just yesterday. A man of your similar stature. He was kind enough to spare the final blow, and prepare fish with me afterwards.” They seem very excited by this, as if the concept of friendly interaction is new to them. Friendly being an overstatement.
“If it was your first bout in ten years, it can hardly be counted as fair fight; and if I have misunderstood you, and it was the first in ten years of fighting you have lost, it is even more inconsequential. I would be more than happy to fight a newly warmed up hunter of Artemis, as long as they spared the final blow. Though I cannot eat fish.”
“You cannot? I- why is that? An allergy? Has this always been an ailment of yours?” They seem very concerned by this. “And yes, I will fight you if you would wish, but I may… well.. my fight yesterday left me rather battered and bruised. I may not be a worthy opponent for you, Vaughn.” They sort of make an 😮 face. “I forgot to mention my name! I am Mykailo. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” They seem sheepish. “Though that may be too late to say.. I apologize, demigod…”
Vaughn waves away their concern. “I’m not allergic. I am vegetarian. We do not have to fight now. If I become desperate I will simply ambush a camper. But I would like to fight at some point.” They pause, tapping the butt of their spear on the ground. “Mykailo.” They pause again, as if memorising or internalising the name. “There is no need for apologies for forgetting. The whole world would never stop apologising, and nothing would ever get done.”
Angelo is rebranding his hair, sitting cross-legged by the stream. He looks deep in thought, staring at the water.
Across from him with his feet in the stream is Atticus, holding a piece of paper.
Angelo frowns, looking up, but continuing to finish his braid. “Didn’t know you were the letter writing type.”
"I'm not... It's the last letter my fiancee ever wrote me before he..." he trails off, a bit startled as he hadnt realized Angelo was there.
“I- oh. Sorry about that.” He says with a grimace, looking apologetic. “Social blunder. Tends to be happening to me more often now. I think I’m going insane.”
"You're not the only one from what I hear." he puts the letter away, and tilts his head a bit. "Gonna tell me what happened, or should I tell you what I already know?"
“What? About what? Is this about the bricks? I’m trying to rotate between buildings do they don’t all collapse from it..”
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*hi sorry about that on mobile now so no dice sorry*
<I see. We'll just say that Kryfo lost. I have an important plot point here>
After the finishing blow was delivered, Kryfo lay still. Then, his eyes pop open.
"What the- where am I?"
He doesn't seem like... Kryfo?
“… uh.”
"Wait, what happened? Don't tell me-"
*Gasps*
"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!"
“… You know what? Sure! Why not! Just throw it all in. Why shouldn’t I be fighting an amnesiac?!”
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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.
*I mean, do we really need another zero? Or Zero, Or Zero, Or Zero, Or Zero? Add ‘em all up, and you still get Zero! What ya really need is a (1GP)(1GP)ing hero!*
*descends iconically from the heavens*
*HI ARCH!!*
*heyo!*
*how art thou?*
*HI ARCH!*
*Cyno! The most awesome thing just happened!*
*so basically, in my theatre class, we’ve written a 20 page play (me and a couple of others are the authors) and now have the rest of the school year to work on producing it in that class. It’s going to be awesome. I’m the stage manager.*
*HUGE! dude your writing rocks, that play is going to be so awesome. what’s it about?*
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“Have you been fighting again? Who was it this time? Did you at least manage to avoid getting stabbed in the neck?” Sadbhbán moves to examine Angelo’s neck for new scars. “Also, those are my rules. Other rules I can take or leave. What did you think I wouldn’t approve of?”
“I’m always fighting! It’s fun. And it isn’t important.” Angelo gives them a bit of a frown look that resembles more of a pout. “Stop preening over me. You’re not my shrink. I mean, the only weird thing that happened yesterday was Aeris. She like… kissed me mid conversation and then I told her I don’t like girls, and then kicked me out! Rude. But I was thinking about.. the Underworld or whatever.”
“I don’t think you know what preening means. Aeris? Isn’t she the one that stabbed you and nearly killed you over a blanket? And now she’s randomly kissed you and then told you to get out when you didn’t reciprocate?” Sadbhbán exhales slowly. “Ugh. She needs.. an intervention. Or something. A night in a holding cell. Why were you thinking about the Underworld?”
“No, though I am a passable shot. I’m much more adept with the spear and similar weapons, even as hunting tools. You are a Hunter of Artemis? Pleased to make your acquaintance. I’m Vaughn; I am out today looking for a sparring partner. A hunter of Artemis would be a stiff challenge, I think.”
They laugh a little, covering their mouth politely. “You give me far too much credit. I had just lost my first match in… ten years, just yesterday. A man of your similar stature. He was kind enough to spare the final blow, and prepare fish with me afterwards.” They seem very excited by this, as if the concept of friendly interaction is new to them. Friendly being an overstatement.
“If it was your first bout in ten years, it can hardly be counted as fair fight; and if I have misunderstood you, and it was the first in ten years of fighting you have lost, it is even more inconsequential. I would be more than happy to fight a newly warmed up hunter of Artemis, as long as they spared the final blow. Though I cannot eat fish.”
“You cannot? I- why is that? An allergy? Has this always been an ailment of yours?” They seem very concerned by this. “And yes, I will fight you if you would wish, but I may… well.. my fight yesterday left me rather battered and bruised. I may not be a worthy opponent for you, Vaughn.” They sort of make an 😮 face. “I forgot to mention my name! I am Mykailo. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” They seem sheepish. “Though that may be too late to say.. I apologize, demigod…”
Vaughn waves away their concern. “I’m not allergic. I am vegetarian. We do not have to fight now. If I become desperate I will simply ambush a camper. But I would like to fight at some point.” They pause, tapping the butt of their spear on the ground. “Mykailo.” They pause again, as if memorising or internalising the name. “There is no need for apologies for forgetting. The whole world would never stop apologising, and nothing would ever get done.”
“I- ah- I find it to be a flaw of mine. I am actively fighting it right now. Oh dear. What am I supposed to say instead? Iishi would bite me if I did not apologize when I offend her.” They’re very expressive, physically drooping a bit. “And perhaps tomorrow then, when the bone is healed. I… find this demigod tradition rather strange, but it can be enjoyable!”
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*I mean, do we really need another zero? Or Zero, Or Zero, Or Zero, Or Zero? Add ‘em all up, and you still get Zero! What ya really need is a (1GP)(1GP)ing hero!*
*descends iconically from the heavens*
*HI ARCH!!*
*heyo!*
*how art thou?*
*HI ARCH!*
*Cyno! The most awesome thing just happened!*
*so basically, in my theatre class, we’ve written a 20 page play (me and a couple of others are the authors) and now have the rest of the school year to work on producing it in that class. It’s going to be awesome. I’m the stage manager.*
*HUGE! dude your writing rocks, that play is going to be so awesome. what’s it about?*
*it’s a comedy about a little kid who wholeheartedly believes himself to be a cop. It switches between the real world and his imagination constantly, where, instead of school, he believes he’s a police officer in 1950s Brooklyn. We haven’t cast it yet, but there will be two lead protagonists. One is the main character, and the other is what he thinks he is in his imagination.*
".. I suppose it would be, but itd be uh... Difficult. Like... Really frikin difficult" She stops, debating whether to continue for a moment "Are you thinking about... Your dad?"
He’s quiet for a minute. “Yea. Him and.. maybe Caellah too.”
"... Id.." She sighs "Youve read all the myths around those heroes, right? How they all end?"
‘Yes. In… stupid, easily avoidable ways. You know me Regina. I’m careful. And… none of them had much help. So maybe this time could be different.”
*Oh wow I missed this* ".. Maybe. But we'll need to prepare a lot. And we need to find a third member who we can actually fully trust."
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*because Caleb is about to ride an emotional rollercoaster, I may have to balance the chaos with wholesome Caleb moments for safety.*
*Oh? What roller coaster will Caleb be on?*
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"Not the bricks, Angelo." he sighs, cracking his neck. "What happened with Zappy."
He frowns. “Not much. Nothing to really concern yourself over. Why do you ask?”
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*hi sorry about that on mobile now so no dice sorry*
<I see. We'll just say that Kryfo lost. I have an important plot point here>
After the finishing blow was delivered, Kryfo lay still. Then, his eyes pop open.
"What the- where am I?"
He doesn't seem like... Kryfo?
“… uh.”
"Wait, what happened? Don't tell me-"
*Gasps*
"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!"
“… You know what? Sure! Why not! Just throw it all in. Why shouldn’t I be fighting an amnesiac?!”
"What do you mean, amnesiac? Did I black out again? DId- oh no. Frykos took over, didn't he? Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot."
He starts pacing back and forth, mumbling.
"At least it wasn't Fryos. This poor guy'd be dead then. I wish it was Kryos, he's so nice. Probably wouldn't hurt a soul. But the other one..."
"… oh no. You’re crazy. Of course you’re crazy! And everyone thinks I’m crazy?! Nah. This guy is crazy, not me!”
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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.
“No, though I am a passable shot. I’m much more adept with the spear and similar weapons, even as hunting tools. You are a Hunter of Artemis? Pleased to make your acquaintance. I’m Vaughn; I am out today looking for a sparring partner. A hunter of Artemis would be a stiff challenge, I think.”
They laugh a little, covering their mouth politely. “You give me far too much credit. I had just lost my first match in… ten years, just yesterday. A man of your similar stature. He was kind enough to spare the final blow, and prepare fish with me afterwards.” They seem very excited by this, as if the concept of friendly interaction is new to them. Friendly being an overstatement.
“If it was your first bout in ten years, it can hardly be counted as fair fight; and if I have misunderstood you, and it was the first in ten years of fighting you have lost, it is even more inconsequential. I would be more than happy to fight a newly warmed up hunter of Artemis, as long as they spared the final blow. Though I cannot eat fish.”
“You cannot? I- why is that? An allergy? Has this always been an ailment of yours?” They seem very concerned by this. “And yes, I will fight you if you would wish, but I may… well.. my fight yesterday left me rather battered and bruised. I may not be a worthy opponent for you, Vaughn.” They sort of make an 😮 face. “I forgot to mention my name! I am Mykailo. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” They seem sheepish. “Though that may be too late to say.. I apologize, demigod…”
Vaughn waves away their concern. “I’m not allergic. I am vegetarian. We do not have to fight now. If I become desperate I will simply ambush a camper. But I would like to fight at some point.” They pause, tapping the butt of their spear on the ground. “Mykailo.” They pause again, as if memorising or internalising the name. “There is no need for apologies for forgetting. The whole world would never stop apologising, and nothing would ever get done.”
“I- ah- I find it to be a flaw of mine. I am actively fighting it right now. Oh dear. What am I supposed to say instead? Iishi would bite me if I did not apologize when I offend her.” They’re very expressive, physically drooping a bit. “And perhaps tomorrow then, when the bone is healed. I… find this demigod tradition rather strange, but it can be enjoyable!”
“Iishi?” Vaughn frowns. “A.. cat? I presume?” They draw their thoughts together. “You can heal bones in just a couple of days? That is.. remarkable. It takes me much longer. Weeks. Though I rarely break my own, and as such don’t have much occasion to test the timings. What brings you to the camp, Mykailo?”
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*Hi coronet! awesome :]*
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Vaughn waves away their concern. “I’m not allergic. I am vegetarian. We do not have to fight now. If I become desperate I will simply ambush a camper. But I would like to fight at some point.” They pause, tapping the butt of their spear on the ground. “Mykailo.” They pause again, as if memorising or internalising the name. “There is no need for apologies for forgetting. The whole world would never stop apologising, and nothing would ever get done.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“What? About what? Is this about the bricks? I’m trying to rotate between buildings do they don’t all collapse from it..”
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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
"Wait, what happened? Don't tell me-"
*Gasps*
"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“… You know what? Sure! Why not! Just throw it all in. Why shouldn’t I be fighting an amnesiac?!”
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
*HUGE! dude your writing rocks, that play is going to be so awesome. what’s it about?*
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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
“I don’t think you know what preening means. Aeris? Isn’t she the one that stabbed you and nearly killed you over a blanket? And now she’s randomly kissed you and then told you to get out when you didn’t reciprocate?” Sadbhbán exhales slowly. “Ugh. She needs.. an intervention. Or something. A night in a holding cell. Why were you thinking about the Underworld?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“I- ah- I find it to be a flaw of mine. I am actively fighting it right now. Oh dear. What am I supposed to say instead? Iishi would bite me if I did not apologize when I offend her.” They’re very expressive, physically drooping a bit. “And perhaps tomorrow then, when the bone is healed. I… find this demigod tradition rather strange, but it can be enjoyable!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*it’s a comedy about a little kid who wholeheartedly believes himself to be a cop. It switches between the real world and his imagination constantly, where, instead of school, he believes he’s a police officer in 1950s Brooklyn. We haven’t cast it yet, but there will be two lead protagonists. One is the main character, and the other is what he thinks he is in his imagination.*
"What do you mean, amnesiac? Did I black out again? DId- oh no. Frykos took over, didn't he? Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot."
He starts pacing back and forth, mumbling.
"At least it wasn't Fryos. This poor guy'd be dead then. I wish it was Kryos, he's so nice. Probably wouldn't hurt a soul. But the other one..."
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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*Hey everybody, I’m back, does anyone want to rp? It’s cool if not, I’ll still be here I suppose.*
*because Elijah is about to ride an emotional rollercoaster, I may have to balance the chaos with wholesome Caleb moments for safety.*
*Oh wow I missed this* ".. Maybe. But we'll need to prepare a lot. And we need to find a third member who we can actually fully trust."
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)
*Oh? What roller coaster will Caleb be on?*
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 frowns. “Not much. Nothing to really concern yourself over. Why do you ask?”
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*sorry, typo, meant Elijah for the first part*
*BAH I have World Burn stuck in my head*
"… oh no. You’re crazy. Of course you’re crazy! And everyone thinks I’m crazy?! Nah. This guy is crazy, not me!”
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
“Iishi?” Vaughn frowns. “A.. cat? I presume?” They draw their thoughts together. “You can heal bones in just a couple of days? That is.. remarkable. It takes me much longer. Weeks. Though I rarely break my own, and as such don’t have much occasion to test the timings. What brings you to the camp, Mykailo?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.