NAME: Andrew Moros AGE: 17 GODLY PARENT: Phobos CLAIMED: Y BEADS: 0 PHYSICAL DESC: Andrew stands tall at 6' 2", sporting short and wild white hair, pale skin, and piercing and unsettlingly clear blue eyes. He typically wears a worn black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, fade blue jeans, and black boots. He has several scars he has gotten over the years, many from monsters and animals and some much older ones looking like knife wounds. He is always seen carrying a large gnarled stick roughly the size and length of a quarterstaff, only thicker. LEVEL: 8 Fear Warlock (reflavored Undead Warlock) OTHER MISC INFO: Andrew looks intimidating and unsettling, though he is typically a very chill person. However, he has a bit of a morbid sense of humor and is rather unbothered by violence and his own suffering.
NAME: Maho AGE: 15 GODLY PARENT: Hecate CLAIMED: Yes BEADS: 2 PHYSICAL DESC: A thin white boy with dyed purple hair and orange roots. He has customized a tool belt from the Hephaestus cabin to carry spell supplies and items with runes on them for combat. In one of these slots is a bronze dagger in the scenario of close combat. LEVEL/CR: CR 6 OTHER MISC INFO: Fought in the Second Titan War, likes to collect trophies from fights with monsters, uses these trophies as focuses for custom spells, has trust issues regarding Hermes kids
NAME: Neru AGE: 17 GODLY PARENT: Hypnos CLAIMED: Yes BEADS: 4 PHYSICAL DESC: An extremely pale girl with black hair and blue highlights. She wears an oversized camp shirt that goes down to her knees, and is typically seen with a cup of coffee in her off hand. LEVEL/CR: CR 8 OTHER MISC INFO: Fought in the Second Titan War, lost a younger sister to this war, has a minor addiction to caffeine, addiction started as a minor protest against Hypnos, can create shadowy creatures of enemy’s nightmares, physical contact causes her and the person she’s touching to get drowsy, prolonged causes both to fall asleep unless Neru has had caffeine recently
I've only had Arpo for a day, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself!
......quick kill arpo before Gonzalo notices time is of the essence hurry!!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET
*you're too late! I already gave arpo an anxiety attack!*
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
that night, under the cover of darkness, while everyone is asleep, someone slips out of Hermes cabin. their appearance keeps shifting. anyone who sees them sees someone tied with a negative memory of theirs. they slowly slink over to the ever-burning fires of the hestia cabin, and remove a piece of paper from their pocket. Nyx, children of. they whisper something, tear up the paper, drop the peices into the flames, watch to make sure they burn complete, and sneak back to Hermes cabin
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Sorta cutscene: LETTER FROM IRIS, TO REGINA, READ BY TESSA:
Parts seem to obscure themselves at first, but are quickly revealed under her gaze. All things in curly braces are english
'{Regina,}
Daughter of [Nike/Victory], *Nike's name is the exact same as the word victory* this letter greets you in the form of a challenge, as your mother has asked. You and all those who read this shall be cursed, for telling others what it says will remove the challenge. When asked, the curse forces anyone to state they lack surety who your mother is, and nothing of the trials in these paragraphs can be mentioned.
{You have taken the first steps to claiming.} The cabin of Hephaestus has revealed one of your three tests to you. {The gift your mother allowed you to find years ago}. When the {Blade of Nike} becomes {Victory's Edge}, you will have claimed one objective.
Your laurel crown was an interesting concept, and as thus, your mother has allowed it to become an option for the second. If you claim 40 victories, and are crowned in full gold, this will count as a flag. Alternatively, you may choose to complete {a quest}. If you come back in glory from one before being crowned, this will be 40 victories in one.
Finally, the last step is yours to take. Your mother is not an easy one to impress. She would like you to find something once in a lifetime. Something to make you remembered. This is your third and final key. When all three are claimed, so shall you be.
This decree is made by {Nike} in similar words to these, and sent with her permission by me, through my daughter. May the fates help you.'
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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)
Sorta cutscene: LETTER FROM IRIS, TO REGINA, READ BY TESSA:
Parts seem to obscure themselves at first, but are quickly revealed under her gaze. All things in curly braces are english
'{Regina,}
Daughter of [Nike/Victory], *Nike's name is the exact same as the word victory* this letter greets you in the form of a challenge, as your mother has asked. You and all those who read this shall be cursed, for telling others what it says will remove the challenge. When asked, the curse forces anyone to state they lack surety who your mother is, and nothing of the trials in these paragraphs can be mentioned.
{You have taken the first steps to claiming.} The cabin of Hephaestus has revealed one of your three tests to you. {The gift your mother allowed you to find years ago}. When the {Blade of Nike} becomes {Victory's Edge}, you will have claimed one objective.
Your laurel crown was an interesting concept, and as thus, your mother has allowed it to become an option for the second. If you claim 40 victories, and are crowned in full gold, this will count as a flag. Alternatively, you may choose to complete {a quest}. If you come back in glory from one before being crowned, this will be 40 victories in one.
Finally, the last step is yours to take. Your mother is not an easy one to impress. She would like you to find something once in a lifetime. Something to make you remembered. This is your third and final key. When all three are claimed, so shall you be.
This decree is made by {Nike} in similar words to these, and sent with her permission by me, through my daughter. May the fates help you.'
this is awesome! but also she is such a terrible mother
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— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ — “sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.” ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
CUTSCENE- Dr. Templeton and Omar, day of I'm bad at dates
there is a house in the middle of the forest. the forest is very old. the house is built of white concrete and hardwood. the house is not just a house, but Dr. templeton's office. the house has two permanent residents. Dr. Templeton, and his child, Omar.
"hey dad?"
"yep?"
"can- can you tell me about mom?"
Dr. Templeton sighs, and sits down in his armchair.
"your mom" he begins, in a somber tone "was a very special woman. she came to me one day, asked for my help. I helped her. she came back next week. I helped her again. we talked a lot, shared stories. her family wasn't the best. and one day, she came to me for help, and we ended up with you. I thought she would stay, but she didn't. she went back to her family, and left you with me"
Omar has heard this story a thousand times, but never gets tired of it
"why don't you have any pictures?"
"because" he stands up, moving to the window "it hurts too much. now lets do something about these noisy birds"
there is a flash of bronze in the trees
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in- Breathe out-breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out- God Damn it, Elijah-… what are you doing? You’ve ruined things with Angelo- Regina must be fed up with you- And Leslie.
Elijah is in the woods. He needed to be alone. Studying his crucifix with teary eyes, clutching a discarded bracelet in the other hand. Leslie. She likes me.
Why don’t I like her back?
Why am I like this? Why can’t I just be (1GP)ing normal for one damn second and like her back? She’s funny. She’s smart. She likes me! So why… Why, lord, am I not enamored with her?Elijah sits down against a tree, face in his hands. His thoughts are barely even coherent, so much has happened in the last six hours. He’s overwhelmed. And then there’s the quest. What the Hell am I supposed to do? Why the Hell is it me? Oh God- I’m going to have to go on a quest with Angelo. He looks down, shaky and confused and angry and scared-… Oh God, Angelo. Why was he ever friends with Angelo? Angelo isn’t the type of person he should be friends with. That’s what my parents would say.
So, again, why? Why did I ever get close to him-… was it- no, stop being stupid, Elijah, it’s not that. But what- No, Elijah, you aren’t that kind of person.
Elijah looks to the sky, holding his crucifix in his hands.
God, if you’re up there-… If you… do exist along with all of this Greek… nonsense… am I a sinner? Will my parents think that?
He waits a few seconds. No answer. No brilliant flash of light. No miracle, no Angel sent to guide him towards goodness.
Elijah screams, throwing Angelo’s bracelet across the woods. One second, two second. Elijah isn’t breathing. Then, he snaps out of it.
(1GP)… he thinks, sprinting after it, tears running down his face.
As Elijah once again touches the oracle, green smoke pours from the carcass’s mouth, nose, and eyes, filling the entire attic in a sickening mist. The room around the entire group seems to swirl and shift, becoming a nausea-inducing void. Carefully, it slows, things coming back into place, though different looking than before. The strange attic has become the interior of a highly expensive looking sedan. Leather seats with what look to be charging ports, detailed climate control buttons and knobs, and speakers that are built into the headrests themselves. At least, that’s where the sound of ‘Jesus Take the Wheel’ seems to be coming from. Based on all this, and the ‘RR’ symbol on the wheel.. This car likely costs as much as a median home. Elijah is in the passenger seat, while the rest are squished into the backseat. In place of the rotting, decomposing corpse, there is a tall man in his early 40s, with glasses and blue eyes, graying blonde hair, and an aging face sitting in the driver’s seat. He has an expensive watch on his right wrist, which compliments the expensive suit he wears. The man looks to Elijah, with a disappointed looking scowl, before beginning to speak
“You will choose two here, and travel to tropical shores With a split in this quest, you, the sun’s power, shall restore. Between the land of flowers, the city of John, and the islands of the devil, And between hungering hounds and maelstroms you will find the kevel Then, back north you will head, to the waters of distinction A hero to the belly of the beast shall unwillingly go Lost in the battle of the serpent, the others must follow Using what was found, they will open the crown, As two emerge from the lake, with half the cure for the affliction. And with that prize, and without the third, they will leave the loch of renown…”
The man pauses for a moment, watching Elijah’s expression, still with the same scowl, before turning his eyes back to the road ahead “Two prophecies are still to come today. Now.. Choose your two companions. And from among the unchosen, one of you will step forward, and receive the second prophecy from me.” The room begins spinning again, returning to the form of the attic…
Part 2:
Regina slowly reaches her hand to touch the oracle. As she makes contact, the room begins blurring again, as the corpse grabs her arm with a tight grip, pulling up her hoodie sleeve to fully show her scar covered arm. The room seems to settle in as the bedroom of a small child, with NY Giants pennants and merchandise decorating the walls. Sitting on the bed is a terrified looking Regina and a woman who looks to be in her late 20s, with most of her face in the expression of a disappointed mother. She has long black hair, slightly wavy and clearly often styled and cared for. She wears a purple tank top, and predistressed jeans. In many ways she's stunningly beautiful at first, but her green eyes give them each an unsettling feeling as they stare maliciously at Regina… Her grip so tight on her arm, that her veins are bulging. In her other hand, she holds a knife, slightly dripping fresh blood. As she speaks, her voice is soft, bit drips with manipulative intentions, and thinly veiled wrath…
“You will choose two of your own, any demigods you know Instead of south, south and west you shall go At the ranch of a son of Ares, you will cure his dog’s madness And to the theater of the bull’s brother, he will help gain access Survive the new maze, win the bull’s prizes First enchantments and gifts, to each victor of his exercises Then, a single key to a door, in a place people look to the night sky Through a panic you head, to find that door One hero unlocking, being cursed forevermore There you will find the other half- Restoring power of the moon And running quickly, from a fate worse than death, too sure and soon”
There's another pause, as they stop, seeming to allow you all a moment to process, before speaking “Your choice of final partner is not to be made now. But after the third prophecy is spoken. Which will come forth when the hands of both leaders are ready to receive it” It goes still again, waiting for them to be ready..
Finale:
For a final time, the room shifts, settling on the appearance of the shore of a lake, as large as a sea, with the oracle standing in front of it in the form of Chiron
“Your quest is to stop the one sequestering the powers of the sun and moon. And to stop the death of one of them.. Here is the prophecy for the final piece of your mission..
Here is where the two groups must reunite
A lake near the end of the first group’s quest
Here, by the 4th largest, under the coming blocked light
Two halves brought together, a final foe to best.
The one who took the moon and sun’s power In his most powerful state, the group must confront him One chance to stop him, or the shards of her corpse he will shower
Disaster for all, at the end of the old hymn
Should the corona fade, failure fully sets in. Take your instructions, and heed them well, And up to four shall return, the moonslayer felled.” The room slowly fades to normal, the green smoke dissipating, leaving the attic in a still silence for the next few moments… Three prophecies, two groups, and one quest announced unto them
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)
Far to the north, in a land beyond the sea, You shall join the hunt, in a land still yet to be free. Three sent to the golden glade, to catch and save the creature falsely made. A semblance of the infamous, clever vixen of old, The goddess’s wrath, the torment of a soul too bold. The brave, the wise, and the relentless hunt together to catch the honorable thief, Called to outmatch a soldier’s wit downtrodden by grief, A creature untouchable, its end near, A herald of the god even war must fear, A forbidden key it will bring, And to the house of death it will sing. Only with an open mind and an open heart, you will succeed, Lest the three be slain by the oathbearers and left to bleed. Cursed shall one be, as the light of the moon reaches its peak, The king’s folly, bestowed on the violent and the merciless - the one most weak.
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— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ — “sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.” ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
NAME: Ace Amyson AGE: 17 GODLY PARENT: Khione CLAIMED: N BEADS: 0 PHYSICAL DESC: Ace is a rather short and slim figure for their age, standing at about 5'4, with hair that always seems to have the slightest bit of frost in it and blueish eyes. They are typically found wearing their leather boots and gloves, a sweater, and one of those sweater tied into a skirt things that typically late middle schoolers and early high schoolers wear. He has of a bit of blueish white tint on his skin, and is nearly always carrying his map LEVEL/CR: Level 8 OTHER MISC INFO: He is typically found mapping or looking for Andrew, and will usually go out of his way to help others, even if it is likely going to harm him. (I don't think he has a life outside maps and Andrew)
NAME: Andrew Moros
AGE: 17
GODLY PARENT: Phobos
CLAIMED: Y
BEADS: 0
PHYSICAL DESC: Andrew stands tall at 6' 2", sporting short and wild white hair, pale skin, and piercing and unsettlingly clear blue eyes. He typically wears a worn black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, fade blue jeans, and black boots. He has several scars he has gotten over the years, many from monsters and animals and some much older ones looking like knife wounds. He is always seen carrying a large gnarled stick roughly the size and length of a quarterstaff, only thicker.
LEVEL: 8 Fear Warlock (reflavored Undead Warlock)
OTHER MISC INFO: Andrew looks intimidating and unsettling, though he is typically a very chill person. However, he has a bit of a morbid sense of humor and is rather unbothered by violence and his own suffering.
"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.
......quick kill arpo before Gonzalo notices time is of the essence hurry!!!!!!!
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of Camp Half-Blood!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Arpo’s guide to Arpospeak: In Progress!
Regina- Bringer of Food
Elijah- Pink Trauma Cannibal
Neru- Coffee Girl
Angelo- Italian Wall Lizard
Leslie- Arrow Girl
Caleb- Cold Cold
Even- Bug Zapper
Flip- Flop
Asada- Whizz Bang
Maho- Rainbow Head
Asher- Plant Jar
Adam- Yoinky
Omar- Trauma Maker
Ace- Mappy
Clio- Tin Can
Joseph- Hammer Boy
Onyx- Shadow Lady
Jacob- Yoda Doctor
Clover- Gambler
Cody- Sun Boy
Zeus- Sky Guy
Posiedon- Fish Guy
Hades- Dead Guy
Apollo- Sun Dude
Ares- Dumb War God
Dionysus- Big Drunk
Hermes- Delivery Man
Hera- Peacock
Hestia- Fire Fire
Demeter- Plant Mom
Athena- Smart War God
Artemis- Moon Arrow Girl
Tyche- Saint Patrick
Nike- Adidas
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of Camp Half-Blood!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
NAME: Maho
AGE: 15
GODLY PARENT: Hecate
CLAIMED: Yes
BEADS: 2
PHYSICAL DESC: A thin white boy with dyed purple hair and orange roots. He has customized a tool belt from the Hephaestus cabin to carry spell supplies and items with runes on them for combat. In one of these slots is a bronze dagger in the scenario of close combat.
LEVEL/CR: CR 6
OTHER MISC INFO: Fought in the Second Titan War, likes to collect trophies from fights with monsters, uses these trophies as focuses for custom spells, has trust issues regarding Hermes kids
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
NAME: Neru
AGE: 17
GODLY PARENT: Hypnos
CLAIMED: Yes
BEADS: 4
PHYSICAL DESC: An extremely pale girl with black hair and blue highlights. She wears an oversized camp shirt that goes down to her knees, and is typically seen with a cup of coffee in her off hand.
LEVEL/CR: CR 8
OTHER MISC INFO: Fought in the Second Titan War, lost a younger sister to this war, has a minor addiction to caffeine, addiction started as a minor protest against Hypnos, can create shadowy creatures of enemy’s nightmares, physical contact causes her and the person she’s touching to get drowsy, prolonged causes both to fall asleep unless Neru has had caffeine recently
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*you're too late! I already gave arpo an anxiety attack!*
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*WHY*
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of Camp Half-Blood!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
<Wdym, Arpo?>
<Like Kingdoms and Crowns Arpo?>
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)
CUTSCENE- REDACTED, NIGHT OF 3/13/25
that night, under the cover of darkness, while everyone is asleep, someone slips out of Hermes cabin. their appearance keeps shifting. anyone who sees them sees someone tied with a negative memory of theirs. they slowly slink over to the ever-burning fires of the hestia cabin, and remove a piece of paper from their pocket. Nyx, children of. they whisper something, tear up the paper, drop the peices into the flames, watch to make sure they burn complete, and sneak back to Hermes cabin
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
No the Harpy. I actually forgot Kingdoms and Crowns Arpo was named that.
Praise Jeff the Evil Roomba!
Clay Scavenger!
I'm one of the moderators of Camp Half-Blood!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Sorta cutscene: LETTER FROM IRIS, TO REGINA, READ BY TESSA:
Parts seem to obscure themselves at first, but are quickly revealed under her gaze. All things in curly braces are english
'{Regina,}
Daughter of [Nike/Victory], *Nike's name is the exact same as the word victory* this letter greets you in the form of a challenge, as your mother has asked. You and all those who read this shall be cursed, for telling others what it says will remove the challenge. When asked, the curse forces anyone to state they lack surety who your mother is, and nothing of the trials in these paragraphs can be mentioned.
{You have taken the first steps to claiming.} The cabin of Hephaestus has revealed one of your three tests to you. {The gift your mother allowed you to find years ago}. When the {Blade of Nike} becomes {Victory's Edge}, you will have claimed one objective.
Your laurel crown was an interesting concept, and as thus, your mother has allowed it to become an option for the second. If you claim 40 victories, and are crowned in full gold, this will count as a flag. Alternatively, you may choose to complete {a quest}. If you come back in glory from one before being crowned, this will be 40 victories in one.
Finally, the last step is yours to take. Your mother is not an easy one to impress. She would like you to find something once in a lifetime. Something to make you remembered. This is your third and final key. When all three are claimed, so shall you be.
This decree is made by {Nike} in similar words to these, and sent with her permission by me, through my daughter. May the fates help you.'
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)
this is awesome! but also she is such a terrible mother
— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
CUTSCENE- Dr. Templeton and Omar, day of I'm bad at dates
there is a house in the middle of the forest. the forest is very old. the house is built of white concrete and hardwood. the house is not just a house, but Dr. templeton's office. the house has two permanent residents. Dr. Templeton, and his child, Omar.
"hey dad?"
"yep?"
"can- can you tell me about mom?"
Dr. Templeton sighs, and sits down in his armchair.
"your mom" he begins, in a somber tone "was a very special woman. she came to me one day, asked for my help. I helped her. she came back next week. I helped her again. we talked a lot, shared stories. her family wasn't the best. and one day, she came to me for help, and we ended up with you. I thought she would stay, but she didn't. she went back to her family, and left you with me"
Omar has heard this story a thousand times, but never gets tired of it
"why don't you have any pictures?"
"because" he stands up, moving to the window "it hurts too much. now lets do something about these noisy birds"
there is a flash of bronze in the trees
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
CUTSCENE- Elijah, Night of 3/18/25- Why, God?
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in- Breathe out-breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out- God Damn it, Elijah-… what are you doing? You’ve ruined things with Angelo- Regina must be fed up with you- And Leslie.
Elijah is in the woods. He needed to be alone. Studying his crucifix with teary eyes, clutching a discarded bracelet in the other hand. Leslie. She likes me.
Why don’t I like her back?
Why am I like this? Why can’t I just be (1GP)ing normal for one damn second and like her back? She’s funny. She’s smart. She likes me! So why… Why, lord, am I not enamored with her?Elijah sits down against a tree, face in his hands. His thoughts are barely even coherent, so much has happened in the last six hours. He’s overwhelmed. And then there’s the quest. What the Hell am I supposed to do? Why the Hell is it me? Oh God- I’m going to have to go on a quest with Angelo. He looks down, shaky and confused and angry and scared-… Oh God, Angelo. Why was he ever friends with Angelo? Angelo isn’t the type of person he should be friends with. That’s what my parents would say.
So, again, why? Why did I ever get close to him-… was it- no, stop being stupid, Elijah, it’s not that. But what- No, Elijah, you aren’t that kind of person.
Elijah looks to the sky, holding his crucifix in his hands.
God, if you’re up there-… If you… do exist along with all of this Greek… nonsense… am I a sinner? Will my parents think that?
He waits a few seconds. No answer. No brilliant flash of light. No miracle, no Angel sent to guide him towards goodness.
Elijah screams, throwing Angelo’s bracelet across the woods. One second, two second. Elijah isn’t breathing. Then, he snaps out of it.
(1GP)… he thinks, sprinting after it, tears running down his face.
Prophesy part 1:
As Elijah once again touches the oracle, green smoke pours from the carcass’s mouth, nose, and eyes, filling the entire attic in a sickening mist. The room around the entire group seems to swirl and shift, becoming a nausea-inducing void. Carefully, it slows, things coming back into place, though different looking than before. The strange attic has become the interior of a highly expensive looking sedan. Leather seats with what look to be charging ports, detailed climate control buttons and knobs, and speakers that are built into the headrests themselves. At least, that’s where the sound of ‘Jesus Take the Wheel’ seems to be coming from. Based on all this, and the ‘RR’ symbol on the wheel.. This car likely costs as much as a median home. Elijah is in the passenger seat, while the rest are squished into the backseat. In place of the rotting, decomposing corpse, there is a tall man in his early 40s, with glasses and blue eyes, graying blonde hair, and an aging face sitting in the driver’s seat. He has an expensive watch on his right wrist, which compliments the expensive suit he wears. The man looks to Elijah, with a disappointed looking scowl, before beginning to speak
“You will choose two here, and travel to tropical shores
With a split in this quest, you, the sun’s power, shall restore.
Between the land of flowers, the city of John, and the islands of the devil,
And between hungering hounds and maelstroms you will find the kevel
Then, back north you will head, to the waters of distinction
A hero to the belly of the beast shall unwillingly go
Lost in the battle of the serpent, the others must follow
Using what was found, they will open the crown,
As two emerge from the lake, with half the cure for the affliction.
And with that prize, and without the third, they will leave the loch of renown…”
The man pauses for a moment, watching Elijah’s expression, still with the same scowl, before turning his eyes back to the road ahead “Two prophecies are still to come today. Now.. Choose your two companions. And from among the unchosen, one of you will step forward, and receive the second prophecy from me.”
The room begins spinning again, returning to the form of the attic…
Part 2:
Regina slowly reaches her hand to touch the oracle. As she makes contact, the room begins blurring again, as the corpse grabs her arm with a tight grip, pulling up her hoodie sleeve to fully show her scar covered arm. The room seems to settle in as the bedroom of a small child, with NY Giants pennants and merchandise decorating the walls. Sitting on the bed is a terrified looking Regina and a woman who looks to be in her late 20s, with most of her face in the expression of a disappointed mother. She has long black hair, slightly wavy and clearly often styled and cared for. She wears a purple tank top, and predistressed jeans. In many ways she's stunningly beautiful at first, but her green eyes give them each an unsettling feeling as they stare maliciously at Regina… Her grip so tight on her arm, that her veins are bulging. In her other hand, she holds a knife, slightly dripping fresh blood. As she speaks, her voice is soft, bit drips with manipulative intentions, and thinly veiled wrath…
“You will choose two of your own, any demigods you know
Instead of south, south and west you shall go
At the ranch of a son of Ares, you will cure his dog’s madness
And to the theater of the bull’s brother, he will help gain access
Survive the new maze, win the bull’s prizes
First enchantments and gifts, to each victor of his exercises
Then, a single key to a door, in a place people look to the night sky
Through a panic you head, to find that door
One hero unlocking, being cursed forevermore
There you will find the other half- Restoring power of the moon
And running quickly, from a fate worse than death, too sure and soon”
There's another pause, as they stop, seeming to allow you all a moment to process, before speaking “Your choice of final partner is not to be made now. But after the third prophecy is spoken. Which will come forth when the hands of both leaders are ready to receive it” It goes still again, waiting for them to be ready..
Finale:
For a final time, the room shifts, settling on the appearance of the shore of a lake, as large as a sea, with the oracle standing in front of it in the form of Chiron
“Your quest is to stop the one sequestering the powers of the sun and moon. And to stop the death of one of them.. Here is the prophecy for the final piece of your mission..
Here is where the two groups must reunite
A lake near the end of the first group’s quest
Here, by the 4th largest, under the coming blocked light
Two halves brought together, a final foe to best.
The one who took the moon and sun’s power
In his most powerful state, the group must confront him
One chance to stop him, or the shards of her corpse he will shower
Disaster for all, at the end of the old hymn
Should the corona fade, failure fully sets in.
Take your instructions, and heed them well,
And up to four shall return, the moonslayer felled.”
The room slowly fades to normal, the green smoke dissipating, leaving the attic in a still silence for the next few moments… Three prophecies, two groups, and one quest announced unto them
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
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Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
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The Prophecy: Fox Hunt
Far to the north, in a land beyond the sea,
You shall join the hunt, in a land still yet to be free.
Three sent to the golden glade,
to catch and save the creature falsely made.
A semblance of the infamous, clever vixen of old,
The goddess’s wrath, the torment of a soul too bold.
The brave, the wise, and the relentless hunt together to catch the honorable thief,
Called to outmatch a soldier’s wit downtrodden by grief, A creature untouchable, its end near,
A herald of the god even war must fear,
A forbidden key it will bring,
And to the house of death it will sing.
Only with an open mind and an open heart, you will succeed,
Lest the three be slain by the oathbearers and left to bleed.
Cursed shall one be, as the light of the moon reaches its peak,
The king’s folly, bestowed on the violent and the merciless - the one most weak.
— δ ψινο • the croc master • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
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Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
NAME: Ace Amyson
AGE: 17
GODLY PARENT: Khione
CLAIMED: N
BEADS: 0
PHYSICAL DESC: Ace is a rather short and slim figure for their age, standing at about 5'4, with hair that always seems to have the slightest bit of frost in it and blueish eyes. They are typically found wearing their leather boots and gloves, a sweater, and one of those sweater tied into a skirt things that typically late middle schoolers and early high schoolers wear. He has of a bit of blueish white tint on his skin, and is nearly always carrying his map
LEVEL/CR: Level 8
OTHER MISC INFO: He is typically found mapping or looking for Andrew, and will usually go out of his way to help others, even if it is likely going to harm him. (I don't think he has a life outside maps and Andrew)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*Can I get Ace Arpoed apon?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread