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.
[attr="class","THREAD2CONTENT"] Dareios let out a disgusted grunt as he stood in front of the entrance to the Principia. He had his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against a pillar next to the heavy wooden doors. Greeks, he thought, his eyes burning with hatred as he watched a new group which had arrived today assemble in the most chaotic way he had ever seen. Their bright orange t-shirts were a sore to his eyes. Greeks, he thought once again. What a pathetic bunch. He would make sure to show them their place if anyone dared to set their gaze on him.
His attention was diverted towards the messenger who came running up to him. Letting out a sigh Dareios held out his hand to snatch the documents from the son of Mercury. Yet another list with names, yet more Greeks. He wasn't sure what it was about the Greeks but he just disliked them from the moment they arrived, from the moment a note was sent to him and Morrigan letting them know about the situation in New York. He could never imagine something like that to happen to Camp Jupiter. Again, pathetic.
He lazily flipped through the pages, hazel eyes quickly scanning the names and parentage of the new arrivals. One thing did surprise him about the Greeks. He hadn't expected there to be so many of them. They were known to not survive as long as Roman demigods. They didn't have a safe haven like New Rome. They were expected to live among mortals, among danger. But so many orange spots now covered his sacred campgrounds. "Tell the others to set up more bunks," he told the messenger before sending him away.
If only the arrival of the Greeks was their only nuisance to deal with. Whatever it was, since they came, bad luck was upon Camp Jupiter. Not only was the camp infested with Greeks, no, the magical wards protecting the grounds started to grow holes here and there. The children of Trivia they had available weren't enough to fix them. Guards and patrols had to be increased to make sure nothing could get in. It would be a horrible mistake.
He let out another sigh, dropping his hand with the documents as he continued watching those unfortunate, orange-colored souls. If only looks could kill... or at least maim.
Morrigan passed the mess hall and the barracks, making her way towards the Principia. Had she not been entirely exhausted, she knew that the wind would be whipping through camp from her agitation. She had spent the entirety of the morning's time with two children of Trivia trying to control and strengthen one of the areas in their barrier that had weakened. It didn’t appear to be vulnerable to monsters, thank the gods. Instead it had decided to manufacture its own weather. However, it wasn't letting in the sunshine and cool breeze from outside of their walls, oh no, that would have been too easy. Instead the weakness had begun manifesting wind and hail along a half-mile stretch of the barrier.
She had tried to keep the hail and gale winds to a minimum while the Trivia legionnaires fixed the breach. It had taken hours and even then, the area wasn't completely repaired. They described it as a magical band-aid that would hold for the time being, just long enough until they could figure out a more permanent fix. It hadn't been her first choice of solutions but it was better than nothing. She had ensured that they were excused from their missed classes and left them getting nourishment at the mess hall before leaving them.
She hadn’t grabbed anything to eat, she was ready to get inside and take off the armor that she had worn. She knew she looked a mess. The hail hadn't been fun but at least it had been something physical that she could take head on. The wind, on the other hand, had been another matter. As she had tried to keep it back, it had split as if it were a living, sentient thing. It came at her at different angles and at infuriating speeds. She had slipped in the mud and been pushed into the dirt on her knees more times than she could count, had her hair whipped out of its pony tail and blown around as if it was in its own personal cyclone. She didn’t care though. Appearances were on the very bottom of her list of cares at the moment. She had completed the job and that was good enough for her.
Morrigan climbed the steps of the Principia and opened the large door, moving inside. The building was cool, not too hot and not too cold. It was always perfect, always smelled lightly of Frankincense and cinnamon. It was a nod to the ancient temples long gone and it had always smelled that way for as long as she could remember. From the entranceway she looked towards their offices and noticed Dareios inside, scowling out the window. She could practically feel the disdain from across the room and a faint smile came across her lips as she jested, "You look pleased. I take it you've rolled out the red carpet in welcoming our friends today?"
Morrigan sat down on the wooden bench near the entrance, not wanting to track dirt and debris in their offices. She bent over and began undoing the laces in her shoes. Her body was growing achingly more sore, but nothing that was worth complaining about. She slid her shoes off and began combing her fingers through her hair, pulling out a small twig with a scowl. "The southeastern barrier has been patched, but it won't hold for very long. There was no detection of scents nor traces signaling that something or someone physically broke through. It's almost as if it's malfunctioning from the inside-out." She shook out a leaf and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.
Morrigan stood and reached her arm over to pull off her roman cuirass, her arm immediately objecting in pain. She hissed and stretched her shoulder before trying it again to no avail. She had taken a large chunk of hail in the shoulder, right between her armored plates. She hadn't thought it had done any damage, but realized her adrenaline might have only been keeping the pain at bay. She sighed in annoyance and called over to Dareios, "Mind helping me out?" She turned slightly so he could see what she was talking about. As she waited she glanced out the window at all of the bright orange passing by. "What's the news today?"
[attr="class","THREAD2CONTENT"] He hadn’t noticed that his hand was balled into a fist, crumbling the corner of the papers. He took a deep breath and as he breathed out slowly he released the grip on the documents. The list appeared to be endless. One name after another popping up on the sheet of crinkled paper and ink. Considering their mortality rate was rumored to be lower than that of the Roman demigods there were still a great amount left. Fascinating, really. From what he had seen so far they didn’t appear to be the… brightest bunch out there. Surely, his Greek sisters and brothers were, no doubt on them, but the others?
Expecting requests for weapons and armor so they could march right back and find out what or who had caused their camp to burn down he was baffled, dumbfounded even, that instead, they requested art supplies and campfires to roast marshmallows at and have karaoke nights. As if they didn't have more serious issues to tend to. Scoffing, he shook his head in disbelief. Dareios could feel a headache forming already. He certainly wasn’t the type for headaches or migraines but the Greeks brought all sorts of trouble with them – including being the reason for headaches.
Smoothing out the edges as best as he could before he glanced over at his co-Praetor. “If by red carpet you mean one stained with the blood of my enemies then yes. Absolutely.” The brunet turned, his glare softening a little as he looked at Morrigan picking leaves and twigs out of her hair. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. “You look like you got on a Dryad’s bad side,” he commented on her unintentional hair accessories.
However, all signs of joking around faded the moment she started talking about the barrier. Nodding, he glimpsed over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at the small group outside before they finally departed and scattered around camp with senior legionnaires leading them away. Dareios was silent for a brief moment, thinking and pondering over the malfunctioning barrier. “It never happened before,” he finally said, letting out a groan and rubbing his forehead in annoyance. Too bad. Too bad nothing got through because oh, the pleasure and joy of seeing those intruders in their orange camp t-shirts getting mauled away by a monster. Of course, he wouldn’t voice this thought out loud, at least not with company nearby.
“There was never an issue before the Greeks arrived. Why is there one now? Maybe next time there’s a hole in the barrier we can station guards around it, keep an eye on it while the children of Trivia take a closer look. There needs to be a reason why this is happening all of a sudden.” He shook his head once again as if that would help to loosen the strings that could lead to an answer. “I say it’s the Greeks. It’s their fault. It has to be,” Dareios added, spitting Greeks out with all the loathing and hatred he could grasp from within. He hasn’t met many of them yet but that didn’t stop the son of Mars from declaring war against the lot.
Crossing his arms, documents held onto between his thumb and index finger, he strode over to where Morrigan was sitting and struggling with her armor. He put them down on the bench next to her, glancing over the cuirass and her shoulder he assisted her out of it. “The news? You mean the unfortunate arrival of more enemies in orange asking for arts and craft supplies, not even to paint a fortress crimson to mimic blood but merely for fun?” Once she was free of the armor he put it down, leaning it against the bench, before pointing his finger towards someplace outside where he assumed were Greeks running around… somewhere. “I’d rather have a flock of Harpies invade us than whatever they are. Hippies? One thing is for sure… they aren’t soldiers. It's a miracle they made it to our camp.” Grunting, he resumed his position with arms crossed over his chest, expression dark and brooding.
Morrigan had a bemused smile on her lips as Dareios spoke about spilling their enemy's blood. That certainly was not what she had in mind but it did elicit a short laugh out of her lips. She glanced out of the windows of the Principia. There was so much orange. She didn't understand the reasoning behind the color. It was obnoxiously bright. It stood out like a beacon to their enemies. It was the literal color that people wore when they wanted to stand out in fields and woods. She mused that with such a bright color, the only thing missing was strobe lights or perhaps a whistle that emitted a sound every hour.
Dareios commented on her newly-found hair accessories and Morrigan gave a tired smile. "Thank you, I hear the au natural look is very in and I wanted to give it a try." She combed through the ends, removing yet another leaf. She wondered if perhaps the winds had purposefully gathered up as much debris as possible before wreaking havoc on the wards. Dareios murmured that it had never happened before and Morrigan looked up, meeting his eyes, "No. It hasn't." He let out a groan and she a frustrated sigh. She wondered what they had done to provoke such bad luck. Were the gods upset at their reign? Had they gotten upset with unsatisfactory worship? She couldn't fathom it.
He began speaking again and Morrigan listened quietly while nodding along. He was right. They had never had issues until the Greeks had arrived. "I agree. I've already requested for us to be notified the moment another situation happens. I think we should also request a rotation of Trivia kids who can inspect the boundaries for any sign of weakness. Maybe we can catch what's happening before it actually happens." As Dareios blamed the Greeks she couldn't disagree with him. They had all been perfectly fine until the arrival of the warring camp. "Maybe because we're allowing outsiders inside of the borders it's weakening the whole system? We're asking the magic to allow in one enemy and not another. It was never intended for that." It had been breached before by their enemies, even the Greeks themselves, but that had been ages ago and it had never wavered. She wondered if it was faltering now because the enemies were continually arriving.
Morrigan turned as Dareios moved to assist her in unstrapping the armor. She listened quietly, only emitting a small laugh as he brought up arts and craft supplies. She thought it had been a joke, but as she turned to see a smile or grin she realized that he had been serious. "Arts and craft supplies? You're not joking?" He removed the armor and she turned to face him, "Thank you." She had to sit a moment and actually work through why in Pluto's pants they would need arts and craft supplies. "Are they planning on opening an Etsy shop and funding the money for a new camp? Is this some sort of new-aged therapy we don't know about? It sounds ridiculous." She shook her head before continuing with the sentiment, "Training. That's what they need to worry about. Could you imagine such a pampered life?"
Morrigan took her left arm and pulled the collar of her shirt to the side so she could inspect the wounded shoulder. The armor thankfully had taken most of the hit. She wasn't cut but the area was already bruising. She touched it softly and noted the swelling. She listened to him justly criticize the Greeks and she laughed when he commented that they weren't soldiers. "You're right about that. They all refer to themselves as campers. As if they're normal mortals enjoying a summer break together without a care in the world." Morrigan followed his gaze outside, to the mass of orange and purple intermingling. "Have you spoken to Kade recently? I was thinking that we might need to consider a weekly senate meeting with herself, us, the centurions, and veterans in New Rome, just to keep everyone on the same page." More things to do. More paperwork and headache, which seemed like their new normal. Long gone were the days when the most stressful activity was planning a war game.
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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.
