Dealdric

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Rune_Alchemist

Send one to Dirka after my next post

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

@soren

Son of Cronos(not the titan Cronus)

Name: William McIsonom

Age: 17

Godly parent: Cronos (again, not Cronus)

Appearance:


Background: A half-blood that's spent most of his time on his own, William, or Bill as he's normally called, has not had the easiest life. Monsters have terrorized he and his mother since he was seven, and it just got worst. His father was however very helpful during this time, and visited twice. Eventually, when he was 11, he got wind of camp half-blood from a satyr and went for it. His mom encouraged it out of fear for him. So, he went with the satyr, using a plane and taxi ride. Then, at camp, he spent the years breaking rules, training and learning, being a year round camper.

Power:
-Speed up self and others- can speed up time on himself for a short time.
-Slow others and self- slow the time around others

Weapon or gifts from godly parent:
- Icore- a magical gauntlet that can change the time of small parts of the environment. Helpful for getaways.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio

Is it bad that I laughed at the Plague Doctor god's first post?

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@thewizardguy

Dirka stepped out of a portal in a forest. She looked around and scratched her head. "Sommler! Where are you, my favorite brother? I have a way to ease your mind and a deal to make with you. Brother?" She continued to walk through the forest, which had a mysterious aura around it. Fog was thick, and the dusk sky made it worse. She thought about summoning something like a wisp, but decided not too, thinking it might scare Sommler off. "Sommler?"

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@Lord Zee
Deruga now entered Anu'Varr's territory. He had found tracks with a dark magic trace to them, so he knew he was still on track. He made sure to steer clear of Demons, even if he knew about Dirka's recent alliance with Anu. They had too much hate in them, not enough madness for a magician's liking. He followed the trails and the mimics turned into desert animals to assist. A coyote, a scorpion, a snake, and a lizard were with him. They trekked far, but they constantly hoped that Anu's servants of lust didn't notice him. That's one thing he truly had no desire to see in his life. "May the lady help us, or we're demon toys..." one of the mimics put so positively.
_{(that was sarcastic)}

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He had watched this village long. Very long. Two hours really sucked to Rescoreje. He lay on a tree branch, it was night where he was, and it was beautiful outside. There were many stars here, but only due to a god's taste in night skies. He watched the village, waiting for one more light to go out on it's own, before he made his move. He wasn't as strong as his mother by any means, and his father had experience, even if he thought he really didn't at the time. He remembered seeing his mother's hand have a cook burn on it, which surprised him, but after thinking, it was most likely Ragnagedon who caused it.
Poof, the last light was out. "And another one bites the rocks. He hah." and he jumped down and charged into the village. He went to the sage's hut, where the afflicted were held. Sages being magicians focused in healing herbs rather than spells, he had some leeway talking, but Sages answered more to Hayim than Dirka. He entered and the sage sat on a stool watching him. "I've been expecting you, boy. What do you want?" Rescoreje grinned his toothy smile. "My mother requests that man for something big. Will you comply?" The sage thought for a moment then sighed. "Why should I? I am a man of healing, not cheap tricks. Give me an honest answer, boy." The son of magic had little patience. He produced a minor aura of anger and madness. "I may not rhyme like my mother, but I'm just as much of a bother. Give him to me freely, or I'll take him by pocus!" The sage sighed. He bowed and got out of the way. "I will warn you, those of mortal flesh are likely afflicted by those with the unholy disease." Rescoreje smiled. "Anything made by a god is holy, and I have just enough god blood in me to be resistant to it. Plus, who said anything about touching him? Sorfesta Guhast!" and the afflicted man rose from the straps. A portal opened up, and the man went in. Rescoreje was sweating from the amount of energy he used, but he would be fine. He entered the portal and it closed.
The sage sat down with a huff. "Demigods, pfft."

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Terzotz flew around the Rift without a care. He had no worries of height, wind appeared when he needed it, and he never felt hungry. The sky was a blueish purple, as it always is this time of day. The ground below, covered in stone structures and glowing forests. Wisps flew here and there, delivering messages and scrolls, each for a ascended mage or a construct of the great lady. She made the place, and she made sure it would't burn out. It ran on both her divine energy and the energy the people used. Just how any madman would like it.
Terzotz saw the crystal sentries here or there, and he heard rumors of new floating mountains and isles would be added for energy focuses. Although he remembered being a fire dragon, it paled to the sheer peace alone being one of magic brought. He feared nothing, needed nothing, and cared little for the mortal plane. The only thing that lapsed was his sanity. His thoughts flicked here and there, to seem-ably unrelated things, yet he could tell you the ties they have in common, making them linked. He had issues speaking as he used to without making a pun or seem-able insult that's actually a complement. He started fidgeting, twitching and making weird noises. And every day it got worst. He could tell something was a miss with what little sanity remained, but it was like water rushing through a river. No matter what you put in it's path, the water will find a way, and no barrier could last forever.
It terrified him, yet he felt a comfort in it. He accepted the inevitable total loss. Things were funnier, more light hearted, and enjoyable. Dirka told him this when he asked her about her madness. And she ended with this:

"Besides...what's life without a little madness to light it ablaze?"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@King Tai@Blueflame

She looked at it. "Maybe, but I'd need some help and tools. Go get some from downstairs."

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

Basicly

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

Hence the hand and why after every battle or confrontation I have her go back to the Rift, a place of nothing but magic.

Basically her charge port since she's put some much energy into it.

EDIT: At least, that's How I think of it. More like capacitor than anything since a capacitor holds built up charge, not a power plant which makes it.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

My post was supposed to imply she used magic that originally. Dirka is not a physical god in any right when it comes to combat, but she does do things that make no sense. Magic is a chaotic and unpredictable force, and I wished to make Dirka reflect that, yet have some autonomy from her domain at the same time. I did change the post where she did get slightly burned on the hand, which she uses her hands when she uses magic most of the time to help focus it. And although I did make her throw him, he's still a dragon, there is no guaranteed he would land somewhere and get hurt. He could correct his flight path realistically, even with the gale to keep him at bay. And I only did it to end the conflict, because I have a plan that will hopefully keep people interested in the RP.

As for the dragons, I originally thought they were regular dragons not Arch-Dragons. But since they are arch dragons, I did change that part of the post.

Now I'm just waiting to see if legion is satisfied.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@ZekariVoblis

Dirka already left the house.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

<Snipped quote by Archangel89>

Certainly a good candidate for Light - if Hyperion didn’t get to it first.

Maybe try one of the seven virtues? It’s a start anyways.

@Lmpkio

What about harvest?