The kid with the blue hair is hanging around the Hermes cabin. You can assume his cabin has probably not been built yet.
Violet is hanging around the library.
Valor is chilling in the arena.
*Mmmm... the desire to make a new character or at least bring in a n existing one so I can RP more is intensifying...*
*PLAY WITH ME*
*PLAY WITH ICE BOY OR VIOLET OR VALOR*
*NANNER I CAN'T FIVE IS TOO MCUH I CANT*
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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."
“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs.
"... Does anyone try and go out there to prevent the kids from dying?"
“Some do. They’re not approaching it right, is my opinion.”
"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!"
"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!"
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
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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!"
"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!"
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
*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.*
"Hi! I'm Lyssa. Who're you? I'm sorta new here... just got here yesterday."
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*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?"
“Some do. They’re not approaching it right, is my opinion.”
"Well... why don't we just like, make more safe bubbles like this one? It couldn't be too hard."
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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.*
"Hi! I'm Lyssa. Who're you? I'm sorta new here... just got here yesterday."
“Wow. I’m Felix. I’ve been going here for a couple years now. Have you been claimed yet?”
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!
"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!"
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
"But what would we do?"
"Take in other demigods and keep them safe!"
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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.
"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?"
"Dionysus, the god of wine, parties, and confused gender." She points to herself, "He created my father!"
*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.*
"Hi! I'm Lyssa. Who're you? I'm sorta new here... just got here yesterday."
“Wow. I’m Felix. I’ve been going here for a couple years now. Have you been claimed yet?”
"Nope! I haven't. I don't think my godly parent likes me very much." She chuckles.
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"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!"
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
"But what would we do?"
"Take in other demigods and keep them safe!"
"What you are saying is not living, it is surviving. Living is distinctly different than surviving."
*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.*
"Hi! I'm Lyssa. Who're you? I'm sorta new here... just got here yesterday."
“Wow. I’m Felix. I’ve been going here for a couple years now. Have you been claimed yet?”
"Nope! I haven't. I don't think my godly parent likes me very much." She chuckles.
“It usually takes a couple days, that’s not normal. How did you get here?”
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."
"Mr... D? What? Who... What?"
"Dionysus, the god of wine, parties, and confused gender." She points to herself, "He created my father!"
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!"
"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!"
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
"But what would we do?"
"Take in other demigods and keep them safe!"
"What you are saying is not living, it is surviving. Living is distinctly different than surviving."
"Well, the way I see it, the gods are evil and will tyr to kill us here, right? But, if we make a new place, we'd be safe from them."
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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.*
"Hi! I'm Lyssa. Who're you? I'm sorta new here... just got here yesterday."
“Wow. I’m Felix. I’ve been going here for a couple years now. Have you been claimed yet?”
"Nope! I haven't. I don't think my godly parent likes me very much." She chuckles.
“It usually takes a couple days, that’s not normal. How did you get here?”
"The voices guided me."
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"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!"
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
"But what would we do?"
"Take in other demigods and keep them safe!"
"What you are saying is not living, it is surviving. Living is distinctly different than surviving."
"Well, the way I see it, the gods are evil and will tyr to kill us here, right? But, if we make a new place, we'd be safe from them."
"Why are the gods evil? They don't kill you if you do the right thing."
"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!"
"Then we'd end up dying to the monsters."
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
"But what would we do?"
"Take in other demigods and keep them safe!"
"What you are saying is not living, it is surviving. Living is distinctly different than surviving."
"Well, the way I see it, the gods are evil and will tyr to kill us here, right? But, if we make a new place, we'd be safe from them."
"Why are the gods evil? They don't kill you if you do the right thing."
"From what I know about Greek mythology, they're kinda really just a bunch of incompotent (GP)'s who try and fail to be dictators over the world. That seems eveil, or at least morally ambiguous, yeah?"
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"He created the Teumessian fox. Enchanted to never be caught."
"Oh. You're not a child of a grape. Dissapointing."
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My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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*NANNER I CAN'T FIVE IS TOO MCUH I CANT*
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
“Some do. They’re not approaching it right, is my opinion.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
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.
"Not if we could find a way to recreate the shield around this place!"
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
"But what would we 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.
"Hi! I'm Lyssa. Who're you? I'm sorta new here... just got here yesterday."
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
"Well... why don't we just like, make more safe bubbles like this one? It couldn't be too hard."
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
“Wow. I’m Felix. I’ve been going here for a couple years now. Have you been claimed yet?”
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!"Take in other demigods and keep them safe!"
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
"Dionysus, the god of wine, parties, and confused gender." She points to herself, "He created my father!"
"Nope! I haven't. I don't think my godly parent likes me very much." She chuckles.
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 you are saying is not living, it is surviving. Living is distinctly different than surviving."
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.
“It usually takes a couple days, that’s not normal. How did you get here?”
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!"Dionysus... OH! Right. HEs like... trapped here. (GP). Uh. Wait- who's your father? Grapes?"
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
"Well, the way I see it, the gods are evil and will tyr to kill us here, right? But, if we make a new place, we'd be safe from them."
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
"The voices guided me."
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
"Why are the gods evil? They don't kill you if you do the right thing."
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.
"He created the Teumessian fox. Enchanted to never be caught."
"From what I know about Greek mythology, they're kinda really just a bunch of incompotent (GP)'s who try and fail to be dictators over the world. That seems eveil, or at least morally ambiguous, yeah?"
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
"Oh. You're not a child of a grape. Dissapointing."
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