Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
GHF is the product of the mind of Addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian. this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by Haya to fit the site's concept and needs. most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds. all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners. if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
Rolling her neck with an audible crack Morgan stretched in the pre-dawn gloom, watching as he peers shuffled around in the shadows preparing for yet another round of patrols along the boundary line and likely the final round for the night, Morgan could feel the weight of her sword against the small of her back where it rested within the padded sheath and her fingers brushed over the coiled whip resting against her hip, anxious to be away from the heat of the small watch fire and back into the night. Every other day she woke up a little before midnight ready to take a watch which would end just after marching drills when she would rejoin her Cohort and on her off days she took part in the same activities as her peers, though she often got to miss out on the menial labour. She watched as the other Legionnaires, and a centurion, shared the findings of their patrols before once more setting off into the dark. She rose from her crouch and nodded to the patrol leader before moving off into the gloom, her eyes adjusting quickly to the night away from the flames.
She picked her way through the undergrowth, soft thigh-high leather boots whispering against the earth with every step as she pushed aside yet another branch in her way. She could hear the birds beginning to stir and just beneath the songs trilling through the dawn she could hear the cracking of branches beneath the boots of her fellow Legionnaires. Nostrils flaring she hopped over yet another fallen tree and she heard the soft clattering of her sword within the scabbard yet she pushed on eyes constantly searching through the gloom, every step carrying her towards the next meet-up with one of the other guards on watch.
Morgan paused as she crossed a small stream, crouching to brush her hands through the water and savouring the icy bite closing her eyes. Listening. She could feel the clouds of her breath coiling through the air, the power surging through her skin as the icy water lapped against her hand and hear the footsteps approaching her growing hastier, shorter and faster. Reckless even. She brushed away the waves of red hair cascading down past her face and rose to her full height, nearly bang on six feet plus the extra height from her heels, and waited in the darkness. Waiting for whichever one of her peers, or whatever it was, to show itself with one hand resting upon the hilt of her blade, the other curling around the grip of the whip. Perhaps she was being paranoid or overly cautious but it didn’t matter, if they were not a threat fine and if they were better to be ready than to die.
Jax, as of late, had done his fair share of legionnaire duty. He had filled in on guard rotation when it was required. He had gracefully showed Graecus around Camp Jupiter, he had even behaved himself. At least, what could be called good behavior for Jax standards. He had been a picture of Roman perfection. As he always was. So he had taken it upon himself to sneak out of camp the night before. It wasn't that the mortal world called to him. He didn't honestly find it very interesting, they frowned upon carrying weapons for gods sakes, he couldn't fathom the reasoning behind that. But it did have something New Rome did not. A beautiful little thing called anonymity.
In New Rome, there wasn't much he could do without someone telling his mother about it almost immediately. Then he would have to hear her utter his full name aloud and pass along a list of punishments to his Centurion, who annoyingly enough, was always eager to dish them out. It was hard finding any sense of freedom in New Rome. At least when it came to things that he shouldn't be doing.
So out into the mortal world he had gone. He had snuck into a club, which had been boring. So he left that one, quickly finding another club that was also a bonus secret gambling hall. Jax had no desire to gamble but he did oblige a mortal who insisted on arm wrestling him. Jax had, of course, won. The man had then sucker-punched him and that had turned into an all-out brawl. He had gotten thrown out of the club, a giant grin on his face of course, but as he had begun to make his way back to Camp Jupiter, a hand had clamped down on his shoulder.
Jax had never been arrested before and found the whole ordeal hilarious. He gave them Espen Bekker's name and could only give them a shrug when they complained about him having no identification on himself. He had given them a mugshot that any child of Aphrodite would have been jealous of. To top it off, the mist had apparently turned his few weapons into a toothbrush and a comb, a fact that only made him erupt into fits of laughter when they asked him about it. They had detained him for just over twenty-four hours before finally letting him go. So off he went.
It was quite early as he made his way back to the border and Jax tried to stay in the shadows and woods as much as possible as he made his re-entry. The fewer the eyes, the better. He had almost made it entirely back with no issues before stepping out into a small clearing and finding none other than one of his cohort mates. She looked as if she was ready to skewer him and Jax laughed, "Relax Morgan. Don't want to kill your favorite son of Mars do you?" He gave a quick wink before walking over to where she was, swatting down to catch water in his hands before washing his face.
And even as Jax emerged from the shadows the whip came free with a loud crack, filling the night air as the leather tore the air. She let the weapon fall idle though as his voice cut through the gloom and one slender eyebrow arched in amusement, Morgan’s rich eyes following him to the water. The notion of having a favourite son of Mars, one of the barbaric war Gods, amused her but Jax was a handsome man and a fellow member of the First so he was not entirely wrong. She did rather like her fellow Legionnaire even if he was, at best, an acquired taste with some particular habits that drew the ire of many demigods. She let her hand peel free from the hilt of her sword and gathered her whip deftly, smiling“My favourite son of Mars? You mean the only son of that barbarian that I might tolerate,” but her tone was filled with mirth betraying the lack of seriousness in her tone. Her voice was playful and even light.
She took a step towards him as she fastened the whip at her thigh and twisted her hand in the air, reaching out to the flowing waters of the stream causing the water to cool rapidly even as he plunged his hands into it “But you’ve been a naughty boy Jaxy, you’ve been outside the boundary,” and she stepped across the stream behind him as she let the water return to its natural state in earnest just as icicles were beginning to form from the rapid cooling “My oh my what would the centurions think of this,” and she crouched on the other side of the stream looking him in the eye “You know I bet other interested parties would hear if it just happened to slip through my lips that you’ve passed through, there’d be quite a stir. So why by the Gods should I keep my mouth shut and risk being a party to your punishment for these games, hm?” yet she could barely hide the mirth in her tone or the light in her eyes as the torch flickered nearby. She ran her fingers through the waters, scooping it up and watching as it twirled around her fingers in three separate streamers “Did you bring me back any of their… chocolate? The good stuff I mean… or whiskey?”
The crack of Morgan's whip shot through the air and Jax involuntarily jumped, cursing silently in his head. That same head tilted to the side, waiting to see if she was going to actually give him more Hades for sneaking in or not. There were few thing he pressed his luck with and an angry daughter of Neptune with a whip in her hands was at the top. Thankfully, she smiled and he let loose a breath. It was entirely too early to have to fight for his life. He hadn’t even had coffee yet for god's sakes. She replied to his cheeky comment and he found himself grinning back at her in return. "Isn't that the same thing?"
Jax turned his attention back to the stream, lowering his hands to collect the water before rubbing it over his face and neck. He wasn't a child of any water-loving god but as soon as it made contact with his flush skin, it felt as good as any nectar or ambrosia. Morgan's voice brought him back to the precarious little situation he found himself in and Jax shook his head, a wide grin betraying any sense of seriousness that he was pretending to have. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just on patrol. I had to leave the barrier a little earlier to chase a monster." He had no delusion that she would believe him of course, but it was worth a shot. The water became colder and he splashed his face, noting her kindness and hoping that she would keep that good-natured feeling about her and not run and tell their centurion. He stood as she crossed the small stream, bringing up their centurion as if she was reading his mind.
"I told you, I had to fight a monster. It even hit me, see?" The smirk was still on his face as he pointed to the area where the man had punched him. It had grazed his cheek, barely missing his eye. He wasn't entirely sure that it was still there, but it was still slightly tender so he was hopeful it might be enough to corroborate his story. Morgan spoke again though and he realized that it was a losing fight.
Her eyes met his and he quickly realized that the game was up. Though she did seem open to bribery. "Because I'd owe you a favor and that's a rare thing Morgan. Think about it. How many other strikingly handsome, first cohort, son of mars legacies are running around in this place? None. And I'd be at your whim for anything you needed. Only once of course." He smirked. Sure this could potentially end up quite bad for the son of Mars, but it wasn't like he was swearing on the river Styx or anything. Even he wasn't that stupid.
She asked if he brought her back anything and he patted his pockets. "Sadly, I don't have anything to show for my efforts. Did you know they take everything from you when they arrest you in the mortal world? So strange." He figured the game was up anyway, she might as well know the details. "I mean, they don't even carry weapons. What's the point of taking away the random stuff in their pockets? I swear, it makes no sense." He shook his head slightly before crossing his arms across his chest and nodding to her. "So what are you doing up so early?"
And with a sigh Morgan listened to him even as he tried to lie to her, watching him in the gloom. The bare faced lying quickly faded, after all she knew he was not on patrol let alone hunting monsters, giving way to the trademark naivety of Demigods. Many of them lived sheltered lives with little to no exposure to the mortal world during their time with the Legion , some were even born basically separated from the real world. Morgan couldn’t help smiling as he admitted his transgression and the failure which he’d coupled with it, shaking her head briefly even as he tried to distract her. [break] Tucking her thumbs in behind her belt, legs planted firmly, she studied him still ”Glad you finally stopped trying to feed me bare faced lies Jax, I could smell the manure spilling out of your lips even before you told me the truth,” and she adjusted her weight, letting it fall back on her left hip. The fact that he had failed to keep his personal effects, and anything he’d acquired, was disappointing but not entirely unsprursing ”Well you already owed me before you decided to sneak past the barrier and well, you know full well that I am doing my patrols, so shall we add this debt to the list hm? Am I ever going to see a return on my mercy?” and she reached out brushing her fingers over his forearm. He was flirting, or being flirty as ever, and so she would return the favour to try and throw him off balance. They had their… balance point which usually involved flirting. [break][break] ”Seriously though, you just had to return during my patrol in my sector didn’t you?”
Morgan spoke, informing Jax just how quickly she had seen past his lies and he had guessed as much. He was honestly just thankful that she seemed to be in a forgiving mood. Had he tried to lie to one or two of his other cohort mates, they might have made him sweat it out more. That or resort to physical punishment. It wasn't too often that he snuck out. It was more common for him to be the one catching people sneaking back in. He usually didn't care, as long as they were from the first or second. Any other cohorts though and he tended to be less forgiving. They hadn't earned the right to be lax, at least not in his mind. Jax could only grin back at her comment, giving a shrug, "I had to try."
Jax wasn't sure what time it was, but his stomach growled and he could only hope Morgan wouldn't make him beg for too long until letting him leave. He'd kill for some bacon, and perhaps a waffle as well. Normally he wasn't big on eating a heavy meal before the start of his day, but the alcohol and skipping last night's dinner was demanding more than a granola bar.
She brought up the fact that he knew that she was on patrol and he shook his head. "Not true. I actually skipped out of here the night before. I honestly thought this was Sam's patrol." He knew that Sam would probably give him Hades too, but Sam would be easier to convince than Morgan was going to be. Alas, he was at her mercy, as she so sweetly pointed out. He knew that she had a point, it wasn't often that she'd need anyone's help. They were in the first cohort after all, but that didn't mean it wouldn't come in handy. "Just name a price Morgan and I'm all yours." He gave her a smirk, though he doubted she'd fall for his charms.
He had assumed she'd tell him to shove off or perhaps actually shove him, but instead she moved to him, touching his arm softly and he raised an eyebrow. His hunger immediately forgotten as his eyes fell to where her fingers traced on his arm and then back up to meet her eyes, pausing a moment on her lips. Her voice spoke up and he wasn't entirely certain, but the nature of their conversation felt like it had changed. She lamented over catching him again and he grinned, "Let's call it fate." He could only grin at the cheesy line before moving his hand forward and tentatively moving a strand of her fiery red hair away from her face.
Despite her competitive and nigh combative nature Morgan found day to day life in Camp Jupiter rather dull, the endless measuring contests between the campers and the wargames which rarely ended any differently. Each one a measure of a cohort's skill and tactical acumen, few could match the First but the First. Thus in her boredom she often flirted with the male campers of some repute, mostly the First and Second cohort. She enjoyed their attention in her own way and she enjoyed the reprieve from the pressures of the Camp, particularly the pressures she put on herself as a Daughter of the Sea. She levelled a withering, piercing gaze Jax’s way as he brushed the strand of hair away but she didn’t push him off or remove his hand. No, instead she placed her palm flat against his chest with a smirk “So, instead of coming to the merciful one you thought you would try your luck with Sam, Sam who has never been a good soul. Or gentle,” and she tapped her index finger against his shirt. Piercing eyes travelling over his face slowly, assessing him as if weighing his worth “I’m almost offended Jax. Almost,” and then she brought her hand up, drawing his hand down carefully.
“How about we start with a little faith next time, then we’ll call it even. You should be coming to me and not that idiot cause I’ve got your back even when we’re not having fun,” and she wrapped her knuckles up in his shirt, the withering gaze turning to a knowing smile “At least if you don’t lie to me, next time you lie to me I’ll make sure you wish the Centurions caught you. You won’t even see it coming but if you’re honest with me, well,” and she stepped into his space with a small smile “You know if you amuse me for a while I might even share my stash of food with you, after all if the mortals detained you for as long as you claim then… well, I’ve heard prison food is pretty crap and alcohol doesn’t exactly count,” and she tilted her head staring him dead in the eye “So, the question is what are you gonna do to make this worth it for me right here and now, after all I’m breaking even more rules right now,”
Jax shifted his weight softly while standing in front of the redheaded girl. Her attention seemed to be elsewhere and he could only hope that she wasn’t silently devising a strategy to get physical retaliation. He didn't sense anything from his powers, but that wasn't exactly uncommon in the first cohort. Unless he did something worth causing immense rage, they all tended to keep their emotions in check and guarded, at least until it was stabby-stabby time. Not to say that they were pacifists or less likely to stab anyone, that was probably the opposite, they were just too calculated for showing sloppy emotional responses. At least most of them.
Thankfully, when her eyes did move back to him, she simply put a palm on his chest before smirking. Jax gave a small chuckle when she said that she was the more merciful one between herself and Sam. He, of course, assuming that she was making a joke. When she continued on though, making the claim that Sam had never been a good soul, clear irritation came across his face. "Sam? Sam Darnay?" He crossed his arms across his chest. "What are you talking about? Sam is the nicest guy I know."
Jax continued to keep his hands now firmly to himself, the irritation only growing when she continued to berate Sam in front of him, calling the other boy an idiot. "Look, I don't know what’s gone down between you two, but he's like a brother to me so quit the poop talking alright?" Jax was as loyal as any Roman to the legion but there was something a bit deeper when it came to the few select handful of people who he considered his friends and Sam Darnay was on that list.
The two had gotten along immediately, though Jax hadn't met many people, if any, who didn't like Sam. He was genuinely a nice guy, almost to a fault and the blonde couldn't imagine what had gone on between him and Morgan to make her dislike him so much. "Did he stand you up on a date or something?"
Thankfully, Morgan moved on from the tense conversation, demanding that he not lie to her again and Jax was smirking before he responded. "I can't make that promise to my own mother, do you really think I'm going to make it to you?" He was grinning again, his easygoing nature returning as easily as the wind through the trees. "The best that I can offer you is an empty promise of an attempt. Will that work?" Morgan mentioned the promise of better food and Jax's senses were all engaged, from his apatite to less honorable intentions, when she stepped into his space asking him to amuse her.
"Amuse you?" The grin was on his lips again as he raised one eyebrow, his head tilting just a bit to the side, "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" He was more curious than anything at the moment. Jax wasn't a romance kind of guy and if she was expecting anything of the sort she was going to be disappointed. Not that her words were demanding things of a physical nature. He wasn't exactly sure what her words were demanding if he was being honest. "I don't see any probatios or Greeks around to play jokes on. I'm too tired to properly give you a sparring match so what exactly are you wanting from me Morgan?" The smirk was still clear on his face, unsure where exactly this conversation was going to lead.
The notion of continuing a conversation about their fellow legionnaires held no appeal for Morgan, quite the opposite in fact. She did not care. The other legionnaires had their place but she would forever put herself and her own above it, for they surely represented the best the Legion had to offer. Powerful, determined and ferocious. She would always stride through life with pride and grace, her chin held high marching ever onwards. Sam did not matter to her, not really, even if they did not get along and Jax only mattered because she happened to find him attractive. Fun but attractive. She liked to surround herself with people who she found attractive or fun, especially those that offered her attention and even affection.
She brushed her fingers down the length of her forearm, studying him carefully, as she considered her words. Mulling them over, twisting them and trying to decide upon what she really wanted from him. Was it attention? Banter? A fight?
“Hm, that’s the question isn’t it,” her voice softened, filling with rich warmth as she studied her fellow Legionnaire carefully with a rich yet piercing gaze “All I know is I am bored and you now owe me Jax, after all you know the trouble that comes with lying to the praetors especially about a legionnaire messing around in the mortal world,” not that she would really throw him to the wolves. Ever. She let her gaze wander over the forest around them, the looming shadows of trees which leaned in over them like a veil. Her hand resting upon the hilt of her whip watching him carefully, a subtle smirk taking hold of her features.
”Maybe you should just figure it out, I’m open to a lot of things cause this patrol is really dull,”
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GHF is the product of the mind of addi; inspired by the percy jackson and heroes of olympus series by rick riordian.
this is a work of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
several beautiful remodels (including mini profile, profile) were designed by deltra of gangnam style and edited by haya to fit the site's concept and needs.
most images and gifs used for the skin are taken from assassins creed, the percy jackson movies and various google finds.
all contents are copyright to their original owners. all characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. all images are copyright to their original owners.
if you see an image/gif which is yours and you would like us to specifically credit you or remove it please do not hesitate to let us know in the cbox with a link.
