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.
The cold water lapped against Morgan’s hand as she crouched at the lake side in the morning light, the brush of pink caressing the clouds above as the dawn banished shadows from the night. Bare skin responding to the cool breeze with pimples as she closed her eyes and considered the day before her. In just an hour the marching drills would begin in earnest, a day of labour which would be split in twain by the need for patrols as Morgan and her kin looked to protect their own. Every morning, at least when she was not assigned to guard duty, Morgan made her way to the water’s edge in her bathing suit and dived into the icy depths. She revelled in the touch of her father’s domain even if it lacked the true rage and passion of the oceans but the darkness, the cold. It spoke to her in ways that she could not describe, perhaps it was the only time she could honestly hear the voice of her father.
She rose to her feet feeling the fabric move with her, stretching with her arms above her head and then she climbed the tree leaning out over the water. She stood at the apex of its trunk, not quite parallel with the water, breathing deeply and then she sprang into action tumbling through the air and into the water below. Her body cut through the glass-like surface as she plunged into the darkness. Where others might feel the shock of the cold Morgan felt alive for the first time since she last touched water. She slipped through the water gracefully as a siren and the water filled her lungs, filling her with the raw might of her father even as she touched the bottom where she came to rest for a moment. Standing, arms spread. Seh called upon the power rushing through her veins and felt the water respond, twisting and surging despite the depth and the pressure until nearly twenty minutes later she broke the surface of the water. Rising upon a pillar of rushing, icy water until she broke the lake’s surface and landed deftly upon the shores, willing the water from her skin despite how wrong it felt.
She plucked her towel from the shore, next to which her blades rested, and she pushed her hair back out of her face. Smiling, as radiant as the sun and fierce as the raging oceans.
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[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah woke with a start, his cheek abruptly peeling itself off of the table's surface where it had rested just a moment ago. His arms had been folded underneath, providing comfort as a substitute for pillows. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as a cot would be but he never liked occupying them, no matter how empty the Infirmary was. There was just something wrong about taking naps in a bed for the sick and injured. His hand reached for the mug in front of him, although its content now cold.
As he sipped the cold tea, which still tasted fine, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall above the entrance. His eyes widened in disbelief at the time. His whole purpose of staying overnight had been to collect a certain plant from the edges of the lake, a plant, which only bloomed at night and now the sun was about to rise, canceling his chances of getting to it in time. Within less than a minute the blond set down his mug hastily, almost spilling the cold tea all over the place, and bolted out of the infirmary.
Running up the path towards New Rome Noah had been drained entirely of the ability to breathe properly right before the water glistened in the distance. He kept glancing at the sky above, the sun threatening to announce the next morning too soon. Spotting the plant around the shore of the lake he hurried down. The flowerheads of it bloomed brightly with one right in front of him but the others were out of reach, swaying lightly above the water’s surface.
The son of Apollo cut the flower at its stem and held it in his hand. After rolling up his pants he slowly crept into the water believing it to be shallow but with the next step he took, he found himself slipping in the mud and taking an involuntary dip. When his head made it back through the surface of the water the first thing he did was check on the flower in his hand. Good. He didn’t lose it. Not being bothered by the fair hair that stuck to his face Noah smiled at the plant as if it was his most treasured prize.
Lifting his head he looked around, blinking away drops of water that had gathered around his lashes. Noah had expected legionnaires to be asleep at this time. He didn’t expect anyone else to be at the lake and yet, there he was, looking at the silhouette of another demigod. His inner centurion kicked in and he held out the hand that was holding on to the flower, pointing at her. "You didn't see anything." His voice trembled a little as he spoke, the cold water forcing him to shiver. "Aren’t you supposed to be in your barracks?" he asked, running a hand through his wet hair as he brushed it out of his eyes. His soft features attempted to shift into a somewhat stern expression but he failed miserably. Instead, the corners of his lips twisted into a hint of a smile.
Morgan looked back over her shoulder towards the source of the sound, of the disturbance in the waters lapping against her ankles. One of the Second Cohort, one of their centurions, which meant that he was not only worthy of her time but as a centurion he could easily have been a member of the First. She turned and brushed the mane of fire from her face meeting his questions with a dark, level gaze. Part of her wanted to challenge him on his presence at the lake or his authority over her, after all she was a legionnaire of some renown and potent gifts serving in the First cohort under her own Centurions, warriors of far greater repute than either of them. Of course, he did have the authority to challenge her and she did not have the authority to argue with him in reality but it rarely stopped her in the past.
“I saw everything,” Morgan replied in a monotone voice, watching him “And yes, many of my fellow Legionnaires are still at rest, I am not them. I take patrols nearly every night and I come here before the day to draw upon my father’s might, even on the days when I am not on patrol I come here to be in touch with him. You will, I am sure, find that the centurions of the First are aware, I would not be surprised if the Praetors are aware as well,” and she smiled coldly. She noticed the plant in his hand and reached out through her skin to the water, feeling it against her ankles and drawing strength from it and reaching out to pull the cold from the water clinging to his skin. She could not heat it up, not really, but drawing away the chill would serve a similar purpose “Either way I do not miss drills, nor marching and I certainly do not look like I just fell asleep at my post,” her cold smile growing, sharpening like the well honed edge of her blade. A weapon she rarely drew but one she knew better than any other “I do hope your little… flower quest was at least worth it.”
Ave, demigod! Over the next month, all new threads created may be attacked by the Fates at any time, unless specified in the subheader. All random events will be based on prompts from the randomizer. Please refer to the event guide #2 for further and more detailed information about your character's possible fate.
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.