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","THREAD1CONTENT"] Camp Jupiter’s hospitality towards the Greeks probably wasn’t as they hoped it would be. Although, that was mostly the fault of the Romans’ pride and prejudices. Ever since the news of Greek demigods needing shelter was announced, there was a certain restlessness among the Roman demigods. Noah was one of the few who didn’t care much about their heritages and whatever blood feuds their ancestors had been in. Unlike others, he hadn’t been interested in intentionally seeking trouble with the Greeks to prove how much better they were.
A couple of Centurions had been elected to prepare starter kits, some sort of welcome package, for the new arrivals. It was a way to show that they cared… even if it was just a little bit. A small gesture of kindness as one of the other centurions had put it. But mostly it was needed to be done since the majority of campers arrived in horrible condition after fighting their way to the other side of the country.
The Infirmary was bustling with demigods in need of some stitches and tea. Tea was always a good idea to calm others down - especially if mixed with special ingredients. Harmless ingredients of course. A dash of grind-up dried passionflower in a freshly brewed pot of chamomile tea infused with lavender and valerian did the trick. Noah wasn’t in need of calming but a pot of exactly that mixture sounded heavenly right now.
Noah carried two large boxes filled with new t-shirts, purple of course, with the golden SPQR logo embroidered in the middle of it. There was a time when he wondered how they got a hold of all the things they needed but at some point, you just stop questioning the weirdness that came with being a descendant of a seemingly mythological being. He gave the thought a small shrug before pushing open the door that led into the Second Cohort barracks, figuring it would be offering more space than the other barracks did since the second was short of legionnaires these days.
Balancing the neat stack of boxes towards an emptied bunk he carefully put them down with a soft plop. "Here we go. One hundred t-shirts in all sizes available," Noah said, lifting up one to examine it. It looked like all the other purple camp t-shirts. Nothing spectacular… to them at least. "A ‘Beware: Greek’ printed on the back might have been nice, don’t you think?" he laughed, folding it back into the square shape it came in and putting it aside. "Hmm," the blonde let out as he fished out a list from the pocket of his jeans - a list with all the things they were supposed to put in those welcome packages. Blue eyes hovered over each word as he went over the listed items. "Did you bring the newcomer guides?"
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Daughter of Victoria | Fourth Cohort Centurion
[attr="class","ilikeyoutext"] The news of the Greek Camp's collapse had been shocking, to say the least, considering most at Camp Jupiter hadn't even known that the other camp existed--though that was apparently by design. While Astrid hadn't really cared about any sort of rivalries with the Greeks, she was admittedly a bit anxious about how many new campers they'd be getting in such a short time. Camp Jupiter had enough space to house one army, but two may have been pushing the envelope just a bit too far, and spreading their resources too thin. Regardless, the Centurions had plenty of time on their side to prepare for these new arrivals, considering the trek across the country wouldn't be a short one. It was likely then that many of the Greeks would show up with the clothes on their backs and not much more.[break][break]
The daughter of Victoria was more than happy to help out with getting welcome packages together for the Greeks, she'd certainly appreciate it if she were in their shoes. This however meant they needed welcome brochures tailored to the Greeks, meaning a revision of their usual pamphlet that blatantly expressed their distaste for their new friends--which really was tacky to begin with, advertising a thousands of years old grudge to people who had no possible knowledge of the conflict. With the revisions, Astrid found herself exiting a print shop in New Rome she hadn't even been aware of prior to being instructed to retrieve the pamphlets, wide boxes stacked five high until they reached just below her chin, hopefully enough for all of their new arrivals.[break][break]
Hawke was confident that she wouldn't have been able to navigate through New Rome on her way back to the barracks if she didn't have years of practice with fancy footwork on ice, considering the boxes in her arms were almost impairing her sight, but only almost. Narrowly avoiding collision with a Legionnaire entering the city, the Centurion gave Terminus a respectful nod as she crossed the Pomerian Line backwards before righting herself and quickening her pace down the Via Praetoria towards the Barracks. While the blonde had never been to the Second Cohort as far as she could remember, Noah had offered the space, and she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to spend some time outside of the Fourth for once.[break][break]
Initially, the daughter of Victoria expected she'd be late, considering how long she had been held up at the print shop trying to explain they needed the new pamphlets rather than the thousands of already printed welcome brochures, but it seemed she arrived only shortly after the other Centurion seeing as he was just setting his own boxes down when she entered the barracks. Astrid snorted in response to the suggested warning, "I'm sure they'll do a good enough job of self-identification even without the warning, from what I've heard." the demigod replied with a smirk as she made her way over to what seemed to be their prep area. Really the only thing she had heard regarding the Greeks aside from their sudden loss of a home was that they weren't particularly organized, a quality that will certainly stand out compared to the Roman Legionnaires.[break][break]
In response to the son of Apollo's question, Astrid set her five boxes from the print shop down adjacent to the t-shirt boxes. "Brand new welcome guides, hot off the press and revised of the...questionable anti-Greek sentiment the old brochures had." the blonde responded as she opened the first box and retrieved one of the pamphlets to show the other Centurion. "Would have been a bit of an issue if we were still handing out the ones saying to Never trust a Graecus." she added, that sentiment certainly wouldn't have conveyed the friendly welcome they were attempting to give to the other camp. "Was there anything else on the list that we need to get before we get started?" Hawke asked, it seemed like t-shirts and welcome brochures for people who just lost their homes would be a bit...insulting, to say the least, even if Camp Jupiter was offering a place to stay for the displaced Greeks.[break][break]
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The centurion let out a laugh in correspondence to her snort. “I guess you’re right about that.” Noah folded the t-shirt he used for showcasing the greatness of Roman fashion design which was leaning very much toward being plain. Purple and gold, a colorful presentation that yet somehow wasn’t so much of an eyesore like the Greek counterparts with their bright orange theme. Although, Noah had to admit that as the son of Apollo, the god of the sun, he actually didn’t mind the orange. It reminded him of both sunrise and sunset, warmth, and the sun. After taking out the list he mentally ticked off invisible boxes next to the listed items.
Blue eyes followed the boxes she put down on the bed, wandering to the pamphlet she then held up for him to see. He nodded in approval of the new revisions for the Greeks. The smell of warm paper and fresh ink escaped the box as his head hovered over it to admire the effort that was put into it, both the rewriting and the printing before he plucked the one she was holding from her hand to have a further look while the list was temporarily placed on top of the other pamphlets. He unfolded it, flew over the text, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Well, at least they would know from the get-go how the majority of us feels about them if we had left that part in,” he responded, looking at Astrid with his brows raised.
When asked about the other items on the list to complete their welcome care package he exchanged the pamphlet for the simple sheet of paper again. His eyes flicked from the list in his hand to the boxes on the bed. “Let’s see… we got the t-shirt, the newcomer brochures… I suggested tea but apparently, it wasn’t that great of an idea,” he said, sounding a little bit disappointed but shrugging it off with a playful shake of his head, a fair lock falling into his eyes. “Someone brought the snacks and bottles of water earlier,” he said and nodded at the pile of boxes lined up at the wall, the corner of a chips bag peeking out from one of them.
“Praetor Dareios has listed weapons and shields.” Noah squinted suspiciously at the words on the list as he brushed the hair out of his face. “But not the new ones. He bolded the old, used, and rusty part of it,” he added, looking around the room to see no weapons of any sort having been brought by someone but if they had it would surely stick out since an obscure amount of spathas and Roman shields wasn’t exactly overlookable, especially not in this small space.
He turned halfway, glancing over his shoulder. “I don’t see any here.” The blond shrugged, folding the list back into the square and shoving it into the pocket of his jeans. “I’m sure we can add them later and I’m quite sure they don’t fit into-,” he paused, striding over to another bed to pick up a small cloth tote bag. “-this. Unless we poke a hole through it.” Noah shrugged once more before clapping the palms of his hands together. He gathered a bunch of the bags and brought them over to the t-shirts and pamphlets.
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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.