Four unlikely shall seal the rift that Titans tore
Three unlikely they will face again
Followed by the demigods ten
The first hero is the titan’s son
Who hears this quest until it is done
The second was a villain last
Who is an evil from the past
The final two shall be chosen by the first
But choose wisely, for the fates have in mind the worst
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
You're okay! Everyone's okay! Everything is okay! Nothing happened! Everything is fine, Ace- IT'S FINE!!! You're okay... you're... Ace leans to a tree and his fists tighten as he stops smiling, breathing heavily. Why are you worried? You're fine! You're totally mentally okay, and if you weren't, it would be fine; it wouldn't matter! You don't matter! just do as you're told and help people... You don't need to tell any- You are fine- Andrew's - EVERYTHING IS OKAY!!! JUST PERFECT!!! OKAY!?!?!? Ace stares to the tree he is propped up against, and stares to the ground, than back to the tree. Why are you worried? Why are you- what is- useless... useless- YOU USELESS LITTLE [GP]ING BRAT!? YOU ALWAYS MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE!?!? Why- How- What... I- AGHHHHHH!!!! WHY WERE YOU BORN!? Ace collapses to the ground, eyes dripping with tears as he blinks and stares to the tree. Everyone probably hates you, and that's fair. You deserve to be hated... you deserve to suffer! Ace pulls out an extra copy of the map, and tears it, the map wet with his tears as he screams into the sky. Why THE [GP1] WERE YOU BORN!??! WHY?!?! Ace pulls out the original copy of the map and tears a bit of it, the middle having a small notch in it, before stopping. Would Andrew or Asada or anyone want that?! STOP AND THINK YOU MISSERABLE WRETCH! Calm... calm... calm. You're okay... and if you aren't, you can just tell Asada... wait... no... Asada's away right now? Andre- no... no you can't! YOU CAN'T! YOU USELESS- his thoughts trail off as he continues to cry
A lone demigod sits in the forest at night, unscared of the dangers of Camp. Their pink har sways in the night winds obscuring their face, a soft glow emmiting from their skin. Suddenly… green mist wafts through the air. They stand alert, gazing through the forest. But… nothing’s there. Or… is there? Suddenly, a pale hand grasps them, its mummified claws firm and demanding. They quickly whirl around, to reveal the mummified Oracle of the Delphi waiting for them. They shudder, and the Oracle opens her mouth, and green mist wafts out, filling the air with the smell of rot and decay. The oracle speaks out in triplicate, harsh and gutterally, as if someone, or rather… something, is trying to prevent the prophecy from being spoken.
“Daughter of Flames…
Blessed by the sun…
Fighter of Fate…
Twice born…
Rose from the ashes…
Daughter of Flames…
Blessed by the sun…
Fighter of Fate…
Like a dying star…
She shall…”
With that the green mist abruptly cuts off, the prophecy unfinished, and the camper lying on the forest ground, unconscious as the oracle vanishes.
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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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Name: Caleb Age: 15 Godly Parent: Khione Claimed: No Beads: 1 Desc: WIP Level: CR 5 Misc: Caleb is near constantly surrounded by an aura of cold, chilling the air around him to just above freezing. During times of stress, the temperature drops considerably. When Caleb is particularly happy, the aura disappears. This usually only happens around Alex. Caleb himself is unaffected by the cold. Art by Cyno:
Name: Caleb Age: 15 Godly Parent: Khione Claimed: No Beads: 1 Desc: WIP Level: CR 5 Misc: Caleb is near constantly surrounded by an aura of cold, chilling the air around him to just above freezing. During times of stress, the temperature drops considerably. When Caleb is particularly happy, the aura disappears. This usually only happens around Alex. Caleb himself is unaffected by the cold. Art by Cyno:
*His head looks like a snowcone*
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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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Name: Caleb Age: 15 Godly Parent: Khione Claimed: No Beads: 1 Desc: WIP Level: CR 5 Misc: Caleb is near constantly surrounded by an aura of cold, chilling the air around him to just above freezing. During times of stress, the temperature drops considerably. When Caleb is particularly happy, the aura disappears. This usually only happens around Alex. Caleb himself is unaffected by the cold. Art by Cyno:
Name: Caleb Age: 15 Godly Parent: Khione Claimed: No Beads: 1 Desc: WIP Level: CR 5 Misc: Caleb is near constantly surrounded by an aura of cold, chilling the air around him to just above freezing. During times of stress, the temperature drops considerably. When Caleb is particularly happy, the aura disappears. This usually only happens around Alex. Caleb himself is unaffected by the cold. Art by Cyno:
*His head looks like a snowcone*
*what an interesting observation*
*Am I incorrect?*
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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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
NAME: Makana AGE: 2,789, appears 17-21 GODLY PARENT/CLAIMED: N/A, not a demigod BEADS: 0 beads, 34+ years at camp PHYSICAL DESC: As a naiad, Makana is completely made of water. She has curly hair which is almost always down, and 'wears' a simple dress, which is made of lily pads and seagrass floating on her water. LEVEL/CR: CR 5 OTHER MISC INFO: Makana was once a haliae, but was transformed into a naiad by some kind of curse from the other haliae. The curse causes salt to harm her, and prevents her going between 30 latitudinal degrees of the equator. Before being cursed, she spent multiple years in hawaii, and a camper from there gave her her name, which means 'gift' in hawaiian. Most campers who havent met her doesn't know she exists, and dont know the lost things they find were distributed and placed by her
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)
NAME: Simon Golye (Gamertag: Vin/Vindicator919) AGE: 14 GODLY PARENT: Hades OR Thanatos (Unknown which, and theyre really mad about it) CLAIMED: Yesish BEADS: 0 PHYSICAL DESC: Longer black hair and dark brown eyes. He constantly wears an ULTRAKILL tee shirt, with an open lab coat over it. Sometimes wears a plague doctor mask, and has recently started carrying a glaive LEVEL/CR: 11 (Oathbreaker 11) OTHER MISC INFO: Is followed by an entourage of up to 6 skeletons. Does not believe he has a god parent, and wants to go home to Canada. Avid gamer and speedrunner
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)
NAME: Jeremiah AGE: 16 GODLY PARENT: Coeus CLAIMED: Yes BEADS: 7 PHYSICAL DESC: Dark hair and eyes, usually wears grey. LEVEL/CR: Level 14 OTHER MISC INFO: Has a Modron companion. (Flavored as a constructed creature) Talks like he's British (he is).
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /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!!!!!!
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
IOLANI, NIGHT OF 4/5/24, RECIEVING LETTER FROM MAKANA AND HARVEY:
In her kajukenbo gym, ‘Tūtū’ sat in the quiet, eyes closed as she reflected over the day. Two new students in one day, only one of them knowing what she is… The other- the boy with the red eyes and dirty blonde hair and next to no skill in fighting yet- was obviously similar to her, as well. The satyr that recognized what she was made that exceptionally clear. She thought about sending them to the camp now.. But the boy clearly didn't know what he was yet. The danger wasn't fully there. So for now, all she would need to do is watch him. Be ready to defend him if needed. Still… It worried her. This was the first time she had something from that world so close again, and she had to be careful not to let on. Not yet. Knock-taptaptap Her thoughts on the matter were cut off by a swift rapping on her instruction club’s door, one hard then a moment later thrice lightly in succession. As she opened it, she saw an envelope sitting there, labelled with her home address. Odd, she thought. Why would a letter to her house somehow go to her club building? Confused, and slightly worried, she examined it closely, only realizing she was holding her breath as she released it, seeing the caduceus symbol in the corner. The Hermes Express. That's how it went here instead… Still odd, with how little contact she has with the greek world, but at least it was safe. She opened the letter reading..
Iolani, Ku`u Lei,
For the last 34 years, I've spent nearly every minute in deep thought about you. I'm sorry I was never able to talk to you, and that I suddenly had to disappear so soon after our engagement. The other haliae had laid a curse on me, and I can no longer touch the salty water of the beaches we loved so much, nor could I be on dry land that near to the equator. The hatred of those jealous monsters separated me from your embrace. I went to the camp we met at, waiting for you to find me, but the moment never came. Now I've come to fear you have forgotten me...
Your beautifully crafted apo has never left my finger all this time, and I still wish to call you my bride if that's what you still want to call me. I've tried every day to be as you would have wanted me. I've continued giving, living up to the name you bestowed upon me. I've continued singing, and practicing the beautiful hula you've taught me. Every sight and every action is in memory of you who I've lost. And the perfect home and people you showed to me.. I love you, Iolani. ʻOi aku ma mua o ke kai, nā hōkū, ka mahina, nā nalu a me nā pūpū a pau o nā kahakai
I still wait at the camp for you to this day. Longing. Regretting. Please come if you still wish to have me, or send me a letter if you can't. And if you don't care for me, and you'd rather forget our time together, I request just one paper of final words from you to hold. If this letter finds someone else, one of her loved ones, and something has become of her, please send something back to let me know. I cannot bear the weight of waiting and being unknowing any longer. No matter what response returns and becomes of this, know my love for you will always be what defined my two thousand years of life. The moments that mean everything to me, where I was the best person and the happiest I could ever be.
Dearly written from your gifts in the waves, heart calling out to you, ka Makana
Makana… She contacted her? How long had it been? To think that would be a lie, she knew it had been 34 years… Every day she questioned what she had done wrong. What made her leave? For a moment, she’s elated! After all these years, Makana loves her, despite- Despite what happened when she left… Right… This couldn’t be Makana. This must have be an imposter sending something after- After what she left. Her elation instantly faded, as Iolani walked home, rushing to her room. The box was there, under her bed, caked in the years of dust since she touched it last. She brushed it off, opening it gingerly, and moving each item aside. The accessories… The tee shirt.. Every memory. Till the bottom… Another envelope. The tear stains felt fresh as her hand slowly skimmed them, opening it for the first time in 23 years..
Dear Iolani,
I’m sorry. I know what I said last night. I know what I’ve said the past 10 years we’ve been together. I know I told you I loved you ʻoi aku ma mua o ke kai, nā hōkū, ka mahina, nā nalu a me nā pūpū a pau o nā kahakai, but that hasn’t been true for a long time. The waves and winds of the ocean have always been my only loves, and where my loyalty and devotion lie. When you first asked me out, I cared for you, and I didn’t want to hurt the demigod who’s been kind to me. I said yes, I led you on, and I said I felt the same because I didn’t want to hurt you. Last night, when you proposed, I did the same. I was wrong, and I said yes because I didn’t want to break your heart, but over the hours of tears and thought tonight, I knew I had to write this to you. While I care, I’ve never loved you in that way, and I was wrong to go along with your feelings to make you happy.
This charade has exhausted me, and slowly eaten away at all the love and care I've had. I’m too exhausted to keep this going, and seeing your face makes me feel too much guilt and shame to handle. It has made a part of me want to hate you. To blame you for how distraught and hurt I've felt losing control of my life. I’m sorry, but I’ve made the nearly impossible decision to leave while you were asleep. It’s better for both of us this way. You won’t have to hear this all in person, and can find someone new without feeling the conflicted feelings of me being there. Someone better for you. Someone human like you are… You don’t deserve someone cruel and lying like me.
Please, Iolani, don’t try to find me. I’ve taken the apo with me so you can’t use it to scry on me. You can make one that’s new and untainted for your aloha hou. I hope she gives you what I couldn’t. If you attempt to find me travelling, you won’t find my hiding places throughout the vast and powerful seas. I’ll go places you don’t know, depths you cannot travel to. Continue building your classes up. Teach the children you love to help. Live your life without me. You won’t find me before the end. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but it is for the best.
Na ke kai, ka lā, nā hōkū, nā kūpuna, a me nā akua e kiaʻi i kou ola hou. Hiki iā ʻoe ke ʻike i ka ʻoiaʻiʻo mai kahi mea aloha maoli iā ʻoe. May your divine tears lead you to new heights, with new joys.
One final apology from the waves your unrequited love went to,
- Ka Makana i nalowale
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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)
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
— 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
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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
The Unlikely Prophecy
The servants of Earth shall turn the tide
Near the new moon will monsters ride
The start of ages, the second war
Four unlikely shall seal the rift that Titans tore
Three unlikely they will face again
Followed by the demigods ten
The first hero is the titan’s son
Who hears this quest until it is done
The second was a villain last
Who is an evil from the past
The final two shall be chosen by the first
But choose wisely, for the fates have in mind the worst
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
Ace, The forest 25/03/24, cutscene:
You're okay! Everyone's okay! Everything is okay! Nothing happened! Everything is fine, Ace- IT'S FINE!!! You're okay... you're... Ace leans to a tree and his fists tighten as he stops smiling, breathing heavily. Why are you worried? You're fine! You're totally mentally okay, and if you weren't, it would be fine; it wouldn't matter! You don't matter! just do as you're told and help people... You don't need to tell any- You are fine- Andrew's - EVERYTHING IS OKAY!!! JUST PERFECT!!! OKAY!?!?!? Ace stares to the tree he is propped up against, and stares to the ground, than back to the tree. Why are you worried? Why are you- what is- useless... useless- YOU USELESS LITTLE [GP]ING BRAT!? YOU ALWAYS MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE!?!? Why- How- What... I- AGHHHHHH!!!! WHY WERE YOU BORN!? Ace collapses to the ground, eyes dripping with tears as he blinks and stares to the tree. Everyone probably hates you, and that's fair. You deserve to be hated... you deserve to suffer! Ace pulls out an extra copy of the map, and tears it, the map wet with his tears as he screams into the sky. Why THE [GP1] WERE YOU BORN!??! WHY?!?! Ace pulls out the original copy of the map and tears a bit of it, the middle having a small notch in it, before stopping. Would Andrew or Asada or anyone want that?! STOP AND THINK YOU MISSERABLE WRETCH! Calm... calm... calm. You're okay... and if you aren't, you can just tell Asada... wait... no... Asada's away right now? Andre- no... no you can't! YOU CAN'T! YOU USELESS- his thoughts trail off as he continues to cry
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*CUTSCENE/PROPHESY TIME!*
A lone demigod sits in the forest at night, unscared of the dangers of Camp. Their pink har sways in the night winds obscuring their face, a soft glow emmiting from their skin. Suddenly… green mist wafts through the air. They stand alert, gazing through the forest. But… nothing’s there. Or… is there? Suddenly, a pale hand grasps them, its mummified claws firm and demanding. They quickly whirl around, to reveal the mummified Oracle of the Delphi waiting for them. They shudder, and the Oracle opens her mouth, and green mist wafts out, filling the air with the smell of rot and decay. The oracle speaks out in triplicate, harsh and gutterally, as if someone, or rather… something, is trying to prevent the prophecy from being spoken.
“Daughter of Flames…
Blessed by the sun…
Fighter of Fate…
Twice born…
Rose from the ashes…
Daughter of Flames…
Blessed by the sun…
Fighter of Fate…
Like a dying star…
She shall…”
With that the green mist abruptly cuts off, the prophecy unfinished, and the camper lying on the forest ground, unconscious as the oracle vanishes.
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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Name: Caleb
Age: 15
Godly Parent: Khione
Claimed: No
Beads: 1
Desc: WIP
Level: CR 5
Misc: Caleb is near constantly surrounded by an aura of cold, chilling the air around him to just above freezing. During times of stress, the temperature drops considerably. When Caleb is particularly happy, the aura disappears. This usually only happens around Alex. Caleb himself is unaffected by the cold.
Art by Cyno:
*His head looks like a snowcone*
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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*what an interesting observation*
*Am I incorrect?*
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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Ace is cimanimanimanimanim*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
NAME: Makana
AGE: 2,789, appears 17-21
GODLY PARENT/CLAIMED: N/A, not a demigod
BEADS: 0 beads, 34+ years at camp
PHYSICAL DESC: As a naiad, Makana is completely made of water. She has curly hair which is almost always down, and 'wears' a simple dress, which is made of lily pads and seagrass floating on her water.
LEVEL/CR: CR 5
OTHER MISC INFO: Makana was once a haliae, but was transformed into a naiad by some kind of curse from the other haliae. The curse causes salt to harm her, and prevents her going between 30 latitudinal degrees of the equator. Before being cursed, she spent multiple years in hawaii, and a camper from there gave her her name, which means 'gift' in hawaiian. Most campers who havent met her doesn't know she exists, and dont know the lost things they find were distributed and placed by her
HEROFORGES:
Normal- https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=52508132/
Mortal vision- https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=52508917/
Fancy- https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=52518553/
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)
NAME: Simon Golye (Gamertag: Vin/Vindicator919)
AGE: 14
GODLY PARENT: Hades OR Thanatos (Unknown which, and theyre really mad about it)
CLAIMED: Yesish
BEADS: 0
PHYSICAL DESC: Longer black hair and dark brown eyes. He constantly wears an ULTRAKILL tee shirt, with an open lab coat over it. Sometimes wears a plague doctor mask, and has recently started carrying a glaive
LEVEL/CR: 11 (Oathbreaker 11)
OTHER MISC INFO: Is followed by an entourage of up to 6 skeletons. Does not believe he has a god parent, and wants to go home to Canada. Avid gamer and speedrunner
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)
*Just made some art in PIcrew for Maho and Neru (Shown in that order). The bee shirt is supposed to the camp shirt.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
NAME: Jeremiah
AGE: 16
GODLY PARENT: Coeus
CLAIMED: Yes
BEADS: 7
PHYSICAL DESC: Dark hair and eyes, usually wears grey.
LEVEL/CR: Level 14
OTHER MISC INFO: Has a Modron companion. (Flavored as a constructed creature) Talks like he's British (he is).
Case files:
The Mutilated Carcasses
The Scorched Crater
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
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
https://imgur.com/a/rMTrKAW Chase
https://imgur.com/a/u96Fwy2 Marcus
https://imgur.com/a/iKSaTi1 Kian
https://imgur.com/cdnDR12 Evan
(All my art.)
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
*you could link Omar if you wanted*
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /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!!!!!!
https://imgur.com/a/PgERNnA Omar, drew it for Capatin.
The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
PRAISE JEFF!
(That was a link. Click. Now.)
NAME:Lockland Danis
AGE:15
GODLY PARENT: Hades
CLAIMED:Y
BEADS:0
PHYSICAL DESC: A muscleish teen with black hair, a backpack, 2 swords and a pillow
LEVEL/CR: 13
OTHER MISC INFO: Lockland has a bunny stuffed animal in his backpack from his Irish mother.
Normal
https://www.heroforge.com/load_share=1122826/
Cabin/sleepwear
https://www.heroforge.com/load_share=1122935/
Dog
https://www.heroforge.com/load_share=1122995/
Elemental
https://www.heroforge.com/load_share=1122973/
Artise🖌️🎨
Totally not part Asian🍜
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IOLANI, NIGHT OF 4/5/24, RECIEVING LETTER FROM MAKANA AND HARVEY:
In her kajukenbo gym, ‘Tūtū’ sat in the quiet, eyes closed as she reflected over the day. Two new students in one day, only one of them knowing what she is… The other- the boy with the red eyes and dirty blonde hair and next to no skill in fighting yet- was obviously similar to her, as well. The satyr that recognized what she was made that exceptionally clear. She thought about sending them to the camp now.. But the boy clearly didn't know what he was yet. The danger wasn't fully there. So for now, all she would need to do is watch him. Be ready to defend him if needed. Still… It worried her. This was the first time she had something from that world so close again, and she had to be careful not to let on. Not yet. Knock-taptaptap Her thoughts on the matter were cut off by a swift rapping on her instruction club’s door, one hard then a moment later thrice lightly in succession. As she opened it, she saw an envelope sitting there, labelled with her home address. Odd, she thought. Why would a letter to her house somehow go to her club building? Confused, and slightly worried, she examined it closely, only realizing she was holding her breath as she released it, seeing the caduceus symbol in the corner. The Hermes Express. That's how it went here instead… Still odd, with how little contact she has with the greek world, but at least it was safe. She opened the letter reading..
Iolani, Ku`u Lei,
For the last 34 years, I've spent nearly every minute in deep thought about you. I'm sorry I was never able to talk to you, and that I suddenly had to disappear so soon after our engagement. The other haliae had laid a curse on me, and I can no longer touch the salty water of the beaches we loved so much, nor could I be on dry land that near to the equator. The hatred of those jealous monsters separated me from your embrace. I went to the camp we met at, waiting for you to find me, but the moment never came. Now I've come to fear you have forgotten me...
Your beautifully crafted apo has never left my finger all this time, and I still wish to call you my bride if that's what you still want to call me. I've tried every day to be as you would have wanted me. I've continued giving, living up to the name you bestowed upon me. I've continued singing, and practicing the beautiful hula you've taught me. Every sight and every action is in memory of you who I've lost. And the perfect home and people you showed to me.. I love you, Iolani. ʻOi aku ma mua o ke kai, nā hōkū, ka mahina, nā nalu a me nā pūpū a pau o nā kahakai
I still wait at the camp for you to this day. Longing. Regretting. Please come if you still wish to have me, or send me a letter if you can't. And if you don't care for me, and you'd rather forget our time together, I request just one paper of final words from you to hold. If this letter finds someone else, one of her loved ones, and something has become of her, please send something back to let me know. I cannot bear the weight of waiting and being unknowing any longer. No matter what response returns and becomes of this, know my love for you will always be what defined my two thousand years of life. The moments that mean everything to me, where I was the best person and the happiest I could ever be.
Dearly written from your gifts in the waves, heart calling out to you, ka Makana
Makana… She contacted her? How long had it been? To think that would be a lie, she knew it had been 34 years… Every day she questioned what she had done wrong. What made her leave? For a moment, she’s elated! After all these years, Makana loves her, despite- Despite what happened when she left… Right… This couldn’t be Makana. This must have be an imposter sending something after- After what she left. Her elation instantly faded, as Iolani walked home, rushing to her room. The box was there, under her bed, caked in the years of dust since she touched it last. She brushed it off, opening it gingerly, and moving each item aside. The accessories… The tee shirt.. Every memory. Till the bottom… Another envelope. The tear stains felt fresh as her hand slowly skimmed them, opening it for the first time in 23 years..
Dear Iolani,
I’m sorry. I know what I said last night. I know what I’ve said the past 10 years we’ve been together. I know I told you I loved you ʻoi aku ma mua o ke kai, nā hōkū, ka mahina, nā nalu a me nā pūpū a pau o nā kahakai, but that hasn’t been true for a long time. The waves and winds of the ocean have always been my only loves, and where my loyalty and devotion lie. When you first asked me out, I cared for you, and I didn’t want to hurt the demigod who’s been kind to me. I said yes, I led you on, and I said I felt the same because I didn’t want to hurt you. Last night, when you proposed, I did the same. I was wrong, and I said yes because I didn’t want to break your heart, but over the hours of tears and thought tonight, I knew I had to write this to you. While I care, I’ve never loved you in that way, and I was wrong to go along with your feelings to make you happy.
This charade has exhausted me, and slowly eaten away at all the love and care I've had. I’m too exhausted to keep this going, and seeing your face makes me feel too much guilt and shame to handle. It has made a part of me want to hate you. To blame you for how distraught and hurt I've felt losing control of my life. I’m sorry, but I’ve made the nearly impossible decision to leave while you were asleep. It’s better for both of us this way. You won’t have to hear this all in person, and can find someone new without feeling the conflicted feelings of me being there. Someone better for you. Someone human like you are… You don’t deserve someone cruel and lying like me.
Please, Iolani, don’t try to find me. I’ve taken the apo with me so you can’t use it to scry on me. You can make one that’s new and untainted for your aloha hou. I hope she gives you what I couldn’t. If you attempt to find me travelling, you won’t find my hiding places throughout the vast and powerful seas. I’ll go places you don’t know, depths you cannot travel to. Continue building your classes up. Teach the children you love to help. Live your life without me. You won’t find me before the end. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but it is for the best.
Na ke kai, ka lā, nā hōkū, nā kūpuna, a me nā akua e kiaʻi i kou ola hou. Hiki iā ʻoe ke ʻike i ka ʻoiaʻiʻo mai kahi mea aloha maoli iā ʻoe. May your divine tears lead you to new heights, with new joys.
One final apology from the waves your unrequited love went to,
- Ka Makana i nalowale
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The great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, Warlock of Cyno, and Cultist of Jeff. I have a lot of allegiances… I use He/They pronouns and you can usually find me on the Camp Half-Blood thread in Adohands Kitchen.
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The Olive Branch and the Pheonix
"The fallen queen who'll sacrifice her life,
The thrice born hero filled with all the light,
To be the sibling of one filled with strife,
Will vanquish Khaos in a mighty fight."
"The pheonix born from ashes that you knew,
The false hope, monster, terror made of flames,
Deciever, lyer, speaker of untruth,
Could set the law ablaze with fire untamed."
"But branch of Olive, star of guiding fire,
Shall right the wrong and keep the void away,
She'll fight and burn and slash her sibling dire,
Until Camp Half Blood wins the fight that day."
"The Olive branch, the hero clad by right,
Shall beat her sister, fighting fire with light."
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 twenty-two characters on, one of which is an eldritch goddess bent on spreading destruction and chaos. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
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