"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
"Cool! Why'd you come to camp?"
"Because it's supposed to be safe here. IT is, right?"
Yuki shrugs, ears swaying a bit, "Mostly, but not safe from the gods, titans, primordial beings, and the like."
"I- God's are here? like, here here?" She looks around, panicked.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
"Yeah. Just got here. Do people usually arrive like this?"
“No they usually arrive dying. Consider yourself lucky.”
"I- oh... that's... that kind of sucks."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
*I loved the original CHB, although I don't think I have stable enough access to DDB to join this right now. Hopefully in the future!*
*Hopefully!*
*Haii!*
*Hello!*
*Do you have a char?*
*Yep! I got two, actually,*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sher!*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
Could I join?
*Ehh, three person rp's get kinda messy, but I do have two characters. One could be with yours!*
*Yay*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
*I can intro!*
Felix has finished his meal and has wandered outside.
*Okie!*
A teenager, perhaps 14 or so years old with large black wings and a tattered white blindfold over her eyes is sitting on the grass, calmly sipping a cup of coffee.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
"But... why?"
"Because otherwise they'll kill us."
"Then- why do we live here? Why not make a safe space where the gods won't kill us?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
"But... why?"
"Because otherwise they'll kill us."
"Then- why do we live here? Why not make a safe space where the gods won't kill us?"
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
"But... why?"
"Because otherwise they'll kill us."
"Then- why do we live here? Why not make a safe space where the gods won't kill us?"
"Because they are also our parents. So I mean?"
"So? Just because they're our parents doesn't mean anything!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
"But... why?"
"Because otherwise they'll kill us."
"Then- why do we live here? Why not make a safe space where the gods won't kill us?"
"Because they are also our parents. So I mean?"
"So? Just because they're our parents doesn't mean anything!"
*I loved the original CHB, although I don't think I have stable enough access to DDB to join this right now. Hopefully in the future!*
*Hopefully!*
*Haii!*
*Hello!*
*Do you have a char?*
*Yep! I got two, actually,*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sher!*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
Could I join?
*Ehh, three person rp's get kinda messy, but I do have two characters. One could be with yours!*
*Yay*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
*I can intro!*
Felix has finished his meal and has wandered outside.
*Okie!*
A teenager, perhaps 14 or so years old with large black wings and a tattered white blindfold over her eyes is sitting on the grass, calmly sipping a cup of coffee.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
"Cool! Why'd you come to camp?"
"Because it's supposed to be safe here. IT is, right?"
Yuki shrugs, ears swaying a bit, "Mostly, but not safe from the gods, titans, primordial beings, and the like."
"I- God's are here? like, here here?" She looks around, panicked.
"Just one right now, Mr. D. He's the camp director, i think. Or is he the activity director? Nevermind, he's the local god."
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
"But... why?"
"Because otherwise they'll kill us."
"Then- why do we live here? Why not make a safe space where the gods won't kill us?"
"Because they are also our parents. So I mean?"
"So? Just because they're our parents doesn't mean anything!"
"What would you rather do?"
"Run away! I know this place is safe, but there has to be others. We can make a safer area, one without these gods!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
"Yeah. Just got here. Do people usually arrive like this?"
“No they usually arrive dying. Consider yourself lucky.”
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
"But... why?"
"Because otherwise they'll kill us."
"Then- why do we live here? Why not make a safe space where the gods won't kill us?"
"Because they are also our parents. So I mean?"
"So? Just because they're our parents doesn't mean anything!"
"What would you rather do?"
"Run away! I know this place is safe, but there has to be others. We can make a safer area, one without these gods!"
"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
"Cool! Why'd you come to camp?"
"Because it's supposed to be safe here. IT is, right?"
Yuki shrugs, ears swaying a bit, "Mostly, but not safe from the gods, titans, primordial beings, and the like."
"I- God's are here? like, here here?" She looks around, panicked.
"Just one right now, Mr. D. He's the camp director, i think. Or is he the activity director? Nevermind, he's the local god."
"Mr... D? What? Who... What?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
*I loved the original CHB, although I don't think I have stable enough access to DDB to join this right now. Hopefully in the future!*
*Hopefully!*
*Haii!*
*Hello!*
*Do you have a char?*
*Yep! I got two, actually,*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sher!*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
Could I join?
*Ehh, three person rp's get kinda messy, but I do have two characters. One could be with yours!*
*Yay*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
*I can intro!*
Felix has finished his meal and has wandered outside.
*Okie!*
A teenager, perhaps 14 or so years old with large black wings and a tattered white blindfold over her eyes is sitting on the grass, calmly sipping a cup of coffee.
Felix raises a hand. “Hey!”
She cocks her head, before looking over at him with a n energetic smile, and lifts a hand, the fingers outstretched, as if pulling on unseen strings. "Hey!"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*I loved the original CHB, although I don't think I have stable enough access to DDB to join this right now. Hopefully in the future!*
*Hopefully!*
*Haii!*
*Hello!*
*Do you have a char?*
*Yep! I got two, actually,*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sher!*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
Could I join?
*Ehh, three person rp's get kinda messy, but I do have two characters. One could be with yours!*
*Yay*
*Do you wanna intro or should I?*
*I can intro!*
Felix has finished his meal and has wandered outside.
*Okie!*
A teenager, perhaps 14 or so years old with large black wings and a tattered white blindfold over her eyes is sitting on the grass, calmly sipping a cup of coffee.
Felix raises a hand. “Hey!”
She cocks her head, before looking over at him with a n energetic smile, and lifts a hand, the fingers outstretched, as if pulling on unseen strings. "Hey!"
“Who’re you?” *Felix can be a bit… to the point and blunt sometimes.*
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
"Yeah. Just got here. Do people usually arrive like this?"
“No they usually arrive dying. Consider yourself lucky.”
"I- oh... that's... that kind of sucks."
“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs.
"... Does anyone try and go out there to prevent the kids from dying?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"I- God's are here? like, here here?" She looks around, panicked.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"I- oh... that's... that kind of sucks."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!*Okie!*
A teenager, perhaps 14 or so years old with large black wings and a tattered white blindfold over her eyes is sitting on the grass, calmly sipping a cup of coffee.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Then- why do we live here? Why not make a safe space where the gods won't kill us?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Because they are also our parents. So I mean?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"So? Just because they're our parents doesn't mean anything!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"What would you rather do?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Felix raises a hand. “Hey!”
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!"Just one right now, Mr. D. He's the camp director, i think. Or is he the activity director? Nevermind, he's the local god."
"Run away! I know this place is safe, but there has to be others. We can make a safer area, one without these gods!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"Mr... D? What? Who... What?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*PLAY WITH ME*
*PLAY WITH ICE BOY OR VIOLET OR VALOR*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*Ice boy is crazy*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!She cocks her head, before looking over at him with a n energetic smile, and lifts a hand, the fingers outstretched, as if pulling on unseen strings. "Hey!"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Who’re you?”
*Felix can be a bit… to the point and blunt sometimes.*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!"... Does anyone try and go out there to prevent the kids from dying?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*maybe I should give him a v name…*
*how about Vic…*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.