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.
A small, steady stream of blood began from the male demigod's nose as he focused, one arm held up in front of him as he fought to close the barrier around Camp Jupiter. The tendrils of magic knitted together easily enough, but it was the opportunistic monster that lay just beyond that was harder to keep at bay. It was fighting against Wolf's control of it, striving to move forward even as his telekinesis kept it in place. It was getting desperate as the barrier began to close, and the surge of its strength was met with Wolf's own as he doubled down on the magic he was exerting on the creature. He could have called on help from the other guards just a few metres away, of course, but Wolf believed he could do it. He was a centurion now, possibly the most powerful magic user in the legion; he didn't need anybody's help.
Finally, the barrier closed and the monster dropped to the ground outside the protective enchantment. Wolf, too, collapsed, energy completely spent and the bottom of half of his face now covered in blood. As he kneeled on the ground, half bent over like a tree thrown down by a gale, he heard the other guards move towards him in a rush. Their steps caused the sound of crunching leaves to echo around the dark forest.
"... could have asked for help!"
"... arrogant f*cker, leave him there..."
"... help me get him up, we'll bring him..."
"... don't see why we have to, he did this to himself..."
Dazed, Wolf felt rather than saw two legionnaires converge upon him, each taking one of his arms and wrapping it around their shoulders in a group effort to get him to get him to stand. But he'd lost too much energy and maybe too much blood to be of any help to them. His leather boots dragged on the forest floor - he was taller than a lot of people in camp - and his head lolled forwards, unsupported, blond hair a bit dirty from the scuffle with the monster earlier in the night. Quickly, the guards half-dragged his semi-conscious body to the infirmary, cursing him out most of the way there.
"Medic!" one of them yelled out when they were a few metres away from the infirmary. "Medic, we've got a gluteus maximus of a centurion here who tried to play hero!" Wolf wanted to tell them he didn't care a rat's gluteus maximus about the protection of camp or even the protection of the guards, all he'd wanted was to push his magic to its limits again. Stopping a charging monster with nothing but telekinesis while also fixing a magical barrier seemed like the perfect exercise.
Another pair of hands helped bring him inside the building and onto a bed. The next thing Wolf knew, he was looking up at the ceiling as the medic on duty bustled around him. The guards had left to go back to their post, but not before another couple of jabs at Wolf. Wasted their breath - Wolf was a little too out of it to pay them any attention, and even if he had been lucid enough, he sure as heck wouldn't have cared.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENTq"] Noah had been browsing through multiple playlists for too long. He hadn’t even noticed the time that passed as he tried choosing between Chopin and Gershwin. After what seemed like forever he finally settled on Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, playing that one song in a constant loop. It had been a quiet night, one Noah enjoyed fully as he worked his shift at the Infirmary. Legionnaires tended to arrive during the day, most of the time after their respective combat classes or the occasional how to train your pegasi class. Pegasi seatbelts had yet to be invented, thus, demigods were prone to falling off their backs if new. Fortunately, the majority of them fell from an acceptable height that only ended with broken and fractured bones instead of… death.
The kettle was filled with water and he only had to wait for it to boil when suddenly he heard the shuffling of several boots outside the entrance. Within a moment two legionnaires were dragging another one inside, their dirty shoes leaving mud and grime all over the place as they made their way towards an empty bunk and calling out for a medic. "I can hear you. No need to yell, really." Noah sighed but walked over quickly to help them. It was only when he reached them and placed a helping hand on the seemingly unconscious blond that he recognized him as his fellow second cohort centurion. Wolf.
After they managed to move him to an empty bed Noah inquired what happened, only shaking his head at Wolf who had brought this upon himself. Even though they had been working together, or rather forced to work together, as centurions for some time now he didn’t know much about the son of Trivia. And as curious as Noah had been he didn’t want to make Wolf even more of a foe than he already was. They were stuck together so the least they could do was to tolerate the other.
Noah returned to the front of the Infirmary to grab a few things he needed and most importantly, that cup of tea. He grabbed a second cup, pouring the water of the dried leaves, and put the fine china on a tray along with a warm damp towel, gauze, and some nectar they kept for emergencies like this one. Carrying the tray carefully towards the bed Wolf rested in, the son of Apollo put it on the nightstand, humming to the song playing non-stop in the background.
He poured the nectar into a glass, making sure to use the proper measurements, as he hummed some more. "Sometimes I wonder what’s going on inside that very very very thick head of yours." Once the tea steeped long enough to unfold all its flavor Noah took one cup and held it in front of the other demigod’s nose, wafting the very distinctive and aromatic scent of the tea towards Wolf’s face.
He should have known who was the medic on duty. For one, Noah hardly ever left the medic's tent because he didn't have a life. For two, only one medic would have some f-cking classical music playing while on duty, and that was his most irritating co-Centurion. Wolf wanted to call out to those legionnaires who'd brought him in to take him back out and dump him where they'd found him; the cold forest floor was much more preferable to having to deal with Noah healing him of all people. Already, the piano notes of whatever the heck Noah decided would be 'bedside muzak' for today was giving Wolf a headache, and considering he was pretty sure he'd nearly split his brain in two for that stunt with his magic, it was a testament to just how irritating he found Noah's music.
He tried to ignore it, he really did, and it should have been easy considering how heavy and tired his body and his brain felt. The son of Trivia heard the other demigod make his way over to him, and Wolf cracked his eyes open a slit, very deliberately and obviously eyeing the tea being offered to him, before pointedly closing his eyes again. Tea, like some British mu-fu. Wolf was so unimpressed by the whole thing that he didn't even deign to respond to Noah's jibe about his thick skull and what went on in there. He didn't find the need to explain himself to anyone, ever, much less the tea-wielding, classical-music-listening son of Apollo at his bed side who was apparently now trying to get him to ingest said tea through his nose now.
The classical piece in the background increased in tempo, multiple notes rising in a crescendo, and Wolf found his temper rising above his dazed state. "Can you turn that--" His chosen swear word was drowned out by the entrance of a brass section, and Wolf seriously considered throttling his co-Centurion. He'd probably lose his own position if he actually did manage to end up killing Noah, but Wolf was starting to think it was worth it, if only to get the son of Apollo's infernal music to stop.
As though taunting him, the musical piece continued on its merry journey, and in his fury, Wolf sat up, ignoring the complaints of his body; mind over matter and all that. Gesturing to the direction of whatever device Noah had set up in the corner, Wolf's eyes were crazed as they turned to his fellow legionnaire. "I swear to any god you hold sacred, I will blast that--" Another blast of brass fanfare interrupted his swear word again, and Wolf actually made to stand up, fury making his limbs react jerkily, his curly blond hair looking like he'd stuck his finger into a socket.
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.
