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.
Isaak was not Having A Good Time. He'd decided to try and force a rematch with the Ares kid from last week in hand-to-hand combat, because Isaak had done extra training to get himself ready and psyched up for it. He would win this time, and the girl who'd caught his eye for that month would realise just how manly and awesome and just in general freaking legendary he was and would leave her Hulk boyfriend. For Isaak, because Isaak was the best, obviously.
Suffice it to say, that was not how Isaak's morning had gone down. Most embarrassingly, the son of Mercury had been placed against a girl from the first cohort who'd absolutely knocked the living lights out of him. Isaak was pretty sure he'd lost more than a few braincells that morning, left behind in the dust from where he'd needed to be carried out by one of the referees. Absolutely humiliating, but at least the blow had been dealt by one of their own. Imagine being taken down by a Greek. The utter shame. And at least he hadn't seen the girl watching his performance - she was probably watching her Ares boyfriend instead. He'd saved face for a little bit, although his literal face was not saved. At all. In the least.
Half his face was throbbing, his brain was throbbing, his skull was pounding. He could only see out of one eye, and Isaak wanted to lament some more about the renewed loss of his good looks, but he could barely string two words together to form a coherent sentence. Was he dying? Was this what it meant to die? He couldn't die now! He hadn't kissed the Greek girl and lorded it over her soon-to-be Ares ex-boyfriend yet! Isaak hadn't accomplished half the things he'd planned for his glorious life, all the awards he'd been planning on winning, and all the roses that were still to be thrown at his feet as he paraded around Camp Jupiter. Oh, woe was Isaak Nielsen's life, to be cut so short.
Gods. Why had she decided entering all these contests was such a good idea? She was in a world of hurt right now, and all she wanted to do was sleep it off. She had some cuts on her face, her torso and her arms. Bruises over much of her body and abrasions too. What the Hades had she been thinking? This was not her best laid plan by any means. She had wanted to bring a little glory to Greece, perhaps even impress Castor with her fighting skills, but in the end she was in so much pain that none of that mattered as much as she had thought it would. She groaned as they set her down on the bed in the infirmary, and tried to do what was asked of her but she was too tired to really deal with it at the moment.
A boy was brought in as well, Roman of course, and he seemed pretty worse for wear as well. His face looked painful in the least. He was set on the bed next to hers and she sighed heavily. This was going to be a pain, the Romans, well, minus Castor, had not been too welcoming to her. They seemed to positively hate the fact that she even existed, and she was not in the mood to deal with one of them right now. Hades, the Mars daughter was the whole reason she was in this place to begin with. She looked over at him, seeing how bad his face looked and frowned, " Dang..I thought I looked bad. Who made mincemeat of your face?"
She gasped in pain as she had started to giggle and that had CLEARLY been a bad idea. " Gods....ugh." she looked up as the door opened again. Probably yet another person that had been turned into a black and blue work of injury art brought in for the healers to work their magic.
William had voiced his opinions quite openly about how idiotic of an idea this was. Demigods were already prone to injury and outbursts of anger. Throwing a whole competition based around the ideals of honor and glory was like dousing dynamite with gasoline. Utterly oversufficient and pointless. He had been tasked with the lovely job of fixing the fools who had injured themselves that morning and had made an honest plan to leave camp for the day. He had gotten all the way through the tunnel when the feeling of dread hit him. A feeling that pulled at every sense of his being. He could feel the pain receptors firing off, feel the nerves and sheer damage calling out to him, demanding that he fix it. The boy clenched his fist intent on ignoring it.
Then almost something like a second sense crept over the back of his neck. Isaak. Of course the dolt would have subjected his body to something this archaic and senseless. With a begrudging sigh he made his way back to camp, walking right into the Medic tent. There was a frown on his face as he was instructed that he had two demigods waiting on a healer. The place was filling up fast with broken bodies. He had no pity for them. They had done this to themselves. They were blessed with immense power and gifts and what did they all choose to do? Break one another. It was senseless.
William had collected a few things on a silver tray that he had assumed he would need. A few tools, bandages, ambrosia, cleaning solution and gloves among others. His eyes had been cast down, looking over the tools as he walked to the two beds, his eyes looking up and noting a very bloodied Isaak laying opposite of a slightly less damaged blonde girl. Without a word William walked back out, the way he had come. No. He wouldn’t do it. He had just mended his friend's broken face a mere two days ago and the fool had gotten it shattered again. Between that and the blonde who looked like she was going to kill Isaak herself, he wanted no part in it.
Three steps away however and his blood demanded he turn back. William sighed in irritation. All but stalking back to where the two sat. He looked between them, assessing the damage. Isaak was clearly worse for the wear but he was almost certain they both had concussions. William set the tray down on the table between the two beds and turned to Isaak first, his face filled with contempt and irritation. "I'm going to let you both in on a little secret: those feelings of pride and glory that you let your faces get beaten in for are nothing but endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin." He grabbed a pen light, moving to Isaak, "They are nothing more than a slight increase in the chemicals that your brain is already making." William gently held Isaak's face still before shining a light in his eyes to check for dilation. "Glory will not fill that hole in your personalities that demands adoration."
There was a feminine voice talking to him as he contemplated his own demise, and Isaak tore his eyes from his study of the ceiling to look to his side. He could hardly move his head, though, but curiosity had killed the cat and Isaak was most definitely a cat. Wait, did he have a tail? He wasn't sure. But the voice did sound very pained, becoming even more so when she apparently tried to laugh. At least, that was what it sounded like to Isaak. Things were getting very confusing for him and his cat brain. If he talked, would it come out as a meow?
Because he was looking somewhat in her direction, Isaak was instantly distracted by the arrival of his best friend. The son of Mercury opened his mouth to probably say something stupid - or meow, it was a real toss up at this point - when Reynolds' eyes landed on him and promptly the other demigod began walking back the way he came. Isaak's face pulled into a frown, which was pretty difficult considering he didn't know he still had control of his facial muscles, and Isaak pulled back so that he was lying as he had been before, gaze straight up and wondering if he would be able to see his soul as he died. Should he try for rebirth? Three times a Very Good Person and aim for the Isles of the Blest? Hmm.
Then he remembered the girl had asked him a question, and belatedly Isaak tried to remember what she'd said. Mincemeat. "Hmm? Oh yeah, I like mince. Ground. Mince. Took a pounding. Like me?" Distractedly, Isaak wondered if he was now headed for a can, about to be squashed into tin to be sold on a supermarket shelf. That wasn't right, was it? The legionnaire lapsed into thoughtful and horrified silence, wondering just how much of his brain had been left on the ground in the arena.
Around the periphery of his vision, he watched with detachment as Reynolds moved towards him armed with a flashlight and looking like he could kill. That was pretty them - Isaak in trouble, Reynolds busting him out with the promise of murder. How very typical. All the muttered scolding was met with a single raised limb as Isaak tried to show his friend the glory of his middle finger. He wasn't sure he was achieving it, though. Turning to the blonde girl - and completely interrupting Reynolds' check up of his mental and physical capabilities - Isaak asked her, "Am I holding up my middle finger to him? I can't tell. Heeeey, your hair is so pretty." Isaak made a move to reach for her, but he wasn't actually sure if his other arm was obeying him.
Scarlett nodded slowly, she had indeed taken a Hades of a pounding, of course they would put her up against a Mars child. It wasn't even fair, they had the dang blessing from their father, making it virtually impossible for them to be beaten. It kind of took the fun out of the whole thing. It was irritating and the daughter of Hades had quickly gotten angry. She had to reel in her temper as much as possible, as she was pretty dangerous when it got the best of her. She gently pulled up the hem of her shirt and saw the angry looking cuts from the knives on her skin. " Could be worse I suppose." she let her head fall back against the pillow with a small groan.
The healer came over and was giving them both crap, but mainly the guy beside her. She raised her eyebrows. " My camp needed the boost, so I tried for them. Maybe if these games were a little more fair, it would have been different." she frowned and looked over at the hand that her bed neighbor was holding up, " Mmm you need to do the next finger over, you are flipping him the ring finger at the moment. So unless you want to like, get married, you are using the wrong one." she shrugged and instantly regretted it.
Her eyes grew wide as he tried to reach for her, " Um thanks but...what are you doing? MIght want to keep your hands to yourself. I don't do well with people touching me without my consent.." that was a good way to get a knife to the groin, she was pretty sure that was not what he was going for.
Isaak began relaying recipes and William wondered just what he had done to deserve such punishment. He clearly either was a horribly terrible person in a past life or had the most remarkable case of bad luck known to man. Perhaps he had died and this was some sort of eternal punishment. He would forever chase after his friend who gave as little regard to his physical person as one did to a piece of disposable utensils.
The female replied back to his comment and William shook his head, "I'm from your camp and I assure you, we do not need a boost and certainly none that require human sacrifices." Thinking a bit on her words, he did not agree that it was not fair. It clearly was fair. The issue was that they were playing a fair game in which one opponent simply had years to practice while the other a mere day. "Most of them have been training since they were children, what did you honestly think was going to happen?"
William leaned over his friend and carefully touched his hand to the side of the other demigod's head. Just in time for his charming friend to attempt to flip him off. William knew, at that moment, that he was certainly in some sort of Hades. Sure Sisyphus had to perform the same task over and over for all of eternity, but his rock wasn't a whiny demigod intent on self-destruction with a terrible vocabulary was it?
William ignored the two bludgeoned commentators as he put his hands on Isaak. There was swelling. Without letting any more time go by, William jumped into action quickly. Closing his eyes, he murmured a prayer to his father, forcing and willing the oxygen to seep into Isaak's blood, the swelling to go down, reducing pressure on his brain. It didn't take long, perhaps a mere 70 seconds but the moment William removed his hand from the other boy's head he felt the effects.
William swayed, gripping the side of Isaak's bed to keep himself vertical as he pulled a ziplock out of his pocket. Taking out the ambrosia and breaking it in half, popping one in his mouth, he held the other out to Isaak, "Eat this." No sooner had he taken just a few moments to collect his thoughts and energy, Isaak had leaned over, intent on touching the other camper. "No. no. no. Hands to yourself mate." He moved Isaak's hand and placed it back on his bed, where he prayed it would remain as he turned to her.
She mentioned that she didn't liked being touched and had he not been so tired he might have given a sacrifice to his father right then and there. William took a steady breath, trying to ignore Isaak as he put his attention to her. The ambrosia was working wonders, already he felt his strength returning. He'd have to be careful for the rest of the day though.
He pulled the penlight out of his pocket and leaned forward though not actually in her personal space. "I'm going to shine this light in your eyes alright? It's going to help with my diagnosis." He didn't wait for permission. It had to be done whether she wanted it or not. However he was taking more care than he had showed Isaak earlier. He wished Isaak had more reservations about being touched, it would have saved him countless headaches. Her pupils didn't perform the way that he would have liked and he sighed, "Did you lose consciousness at all? Feel dizzy or have trouble standing?"
Isaak made a disappointed sound as he tried to sit up to look at the finger he was holding up, but apparently his upper body was as heavy as a mountain - it was because he'd gotten so jacked from all the training and working out that he did to knock out the Ares kid to win the love of his lady. Regardless, the son of Mercury couldn't see which finger he was holding up, not sure he wanted to believe this girl that he was really only presenting his ring finger to William, waiting for a ring. "I never want to get married," he said vehemently in response to the girl's words. "You think if my ring finger gets cut off, I'll never have to?" Hopeful, he turned to look at his best friend, presenting his left hand as though he was actually waiting for a ring and not amputation.
As he listened to Reynolds prattle on some more about the lack of honour in fighting each other in combat, Isaak nearly nodded off, his body definitely very tired and maybe he should just sink into it, right? Like a cat against a really nice soft rug. Sleep was a rug. It was a nice metaphor. Isaak was glad he still had his brain intact. As Reynolds touched the side of his face and began working his magic, though, Isaak bolted into consciousness, before saying to no one in particular, "Dishonour. Dishonour on you and your... goat, and..." He turned to look at where the girl had sat, fully expecting her to have been replaced by a bovine, and was pleasantly surprised it was still her in her demigod form.
His reaching fingers had were only a short distance from her when she murmured something about not liking being touched and Reynolds decided to save his skin for him, pulling his arms back to his sides and telling him no. Which was a shame because Isaak had completely forgotten about his previous lady love and how he had trained so hard to get into a Hulk bulk shape to fight for her love in the arena. No, Isaak had been completely and utterly distracted by the siren with the blonde hair in the bed next to him. He would find a way to convince her she wouldn't regret him touching her, he just had to find a way to do it without, you know, actually touching her.
The female demigod's threat of bodily harm was a bit disconcerting, though, and Isaak turned to Reynolds with a very sad puppy look on his face, just in time for the other demigod to offer him an ambrosia square. Still with the sad look, Isaak leaned forwards to grab the square with his teeth, turning to look at the Greek with a hurt look even as he chewed on the god food. He lost sight of her as Reynolds moved in front of him and blocked his view of her, and Isaak took the moment to touch his head with both hands. "Ughhh, why does it feel like I had a herd of pegasi stomp on my brain?"
Scar frowned, " I realize that, but I think we do. I think we need the pick me up, and if one of us was to win one of those gods forsaken laurels, maybe it would make a difference, even for a few moments time." she spoke softly to William, willing him to understand why she felt this way. With all that the Greeks had been through, one little win could make all the difference in the world to them. Why he didn't understand that, she would never know. She tilted her head at Isaak as he asked about the ring finger missing keeping him from having to get married, " I don't think that's how it works, I mean people without full hands even end up married. I don't think loss of finger will keep you from it. If you don't wanna get married no one is forcing you to." she was actually of the other school of thinking on that. She had hopes for that some day, though being a demigod, a child of the big three for that matter, she always had assumed it would neve be in the cards for her. She was a danger to herself and others just by her own blood.
" Did...did you just call me a GOAT?" she glared at Isaak, thinking if she was the daughter of Hecate he would be the one that was a goat in no time flat. Or an earth worm. Maybe even an amoeba on a flea on a rat. Yeah, that was a good one. Looking up at William came towards her she nodded, " I trust you." she let him shine the light into her eyes, trying not to wince at how bright it was. " Ouch.." she mumbled before he frowned and started asking her questions.
" Didn't lose consciousness but I do have a very bad headache, I was in the hand to hand and hand to hand with weapons competitions. I know, I know, stupid. Though I took a couple hits to the head so...crap, do you think I have a concussion then?" she hated the mere idea of it. She had had one a few times over her lifetime, and she did not relish the idea of another. " Unicorn maybe, the pegasi more tend to whack you with their wings instead of the hooves."
William did not argue further with the girl. Could he have? Of course. He had volumes in his neatly organized mind against the ideals that she was bringing up, but he had other things that were needing his attention. Namely, the demigod in front of him who wouldn't shut up. William had been concentrating on Isaak's pupils as the boy stuck a finger in front of his face. William waved it off as the girl replied about marriage. As if Isaak would ever be emotionally mature enough to bind his life to another human being. There was a higher chance of finding a vacation resort in the underworld. Knowing that the other boy would most assuredly not shut up until the matter in his one-track mind was resolved, William replied. "You're not well connected nor do you have a large enough dowry for an arranged marriage. I think you're safe."
The boy was slipping rather quickly downhill, insinuating that the blonde across from him was a goat. William was moving quickly, but unfortunately Isaak's mouth was just as fast. He didn't glance in her direction as he spoke, he couldn't afford to take his eyes off of the other boy. "Everyone calm down." The words coming out soft and level. There was a slight feeling of agitation under his skin. If the girl did not calm down or if Isaak continued his incoherent rambling, he would have no way to end the fighting. Normally he could make them fall asleep or perhaps get a rush of serotonin, but with their injuries he didn't want to risk it.
He had extended the ambrosia to Isaak, who took the square out of his hand oddly enough like the very animal that he had called the girl. With a small shake of his head, he focused his attention to her. He listened silently, thanking the gods in Olympus that she was able to relate what had happened to her coherently, giving him only what was medically necessary. There was no drivel about winning this or what her favorite event had been. There was no 'well' or 'maybe' it was precise and direct. Exactly the way William preferred. She had even admonished herself for fighting in both competitions which was another bonus that he hadn't had to do himself.
He nodded after she asked him a question. "I do. It's not as bad as a contusion, it's fairly minor in the scope of head injuries to begin with and yours isn't as bad as the dolt over there, but it does need fixing." He turned back to the tray and grabbed the small vial of nectar, twisting the sealed cap off. William moved back over to her and handed it out. "With the overall scope of your injuries I'm going to approve the nectar but consider yourself out of the competition." He waited until she took the vial and drank it before he closed his eyes, focusing on her internal structure.
It was much of the same with Isaak, only in a smaller need. He reduced the swelling, numbed the pain nerves, and willed her blood to accept more oxygen. Opening his eyes he caught the last part of a comment about pegasi, not commenting further. "I want you both to stay for fifteen minutes to make sure the swelling on your brains goes down." He grabbed a rolling chair and set it between the two, facing both so he could keep an eye on them. "Can you both behave or do I need to split you up?" He silently added babysitting duty to the list of atrocities this camp had thrown at him.
When the Greek girl told him that she didn't think amputating his finger would save him from being married, Isaak turned his head to Reynolds, his face a desperate picture as he waited for his best friend to tell him the truth. Because hoo boy, if amputating his finger wasn't going to work, he might need to run for the hills or the mountains, and then where would he be? He couldn't grow a beard, as obvious by the hairless chin on his eighteen-year-old face, and he wouldn't be able to deal with allowing the hair he did have on his head to get messy or grow uncontrollably - he'd forever look out of place on a mountain, if he even survived it, and anyone chasing him for his hand in marriage would be able to find him easily. Let's all face it, Isaak Nielsen did not hide very well.
Thankfully, though, Reynolds told him he most likely wouldn't be prime pick for an arranged marriage, and Isaak sighed in relief. It took an additional few seconds for Reynolds' words to sink in, though, and when they did, the other male demigod had already moved towards the girl for her own checkup. Still, Isaak muttered under his breath, "I could absolutely have an impressive dowry." Did it matter that he didn't even know what a dowry was? Not really, because once Isaak set his mind on something, he most definitely could get it. What was a dowry anyway? Probably a fleet of cattle or something similar, right? He could totally get that.
Also look, he didn't mean to call her a goat. He didn't even remember saying anything about a goat. Did he say something about a goat? His brain was in pieces right now. He was just about to defend his most holy honour when Reynolds once again stepped in, but instead of having Isaak's back like he'd expected, he was telling him to calm down. Offended, Isaak pulled away, lips moving as he muttered curses about his best friend's traitorship, again.
A hand touched his head again, gingerly wondering if he would be able to feel the imprints of hooves on his skull, when the girl talked about unicorns instead of pegasi and Isaak wondered if there had been a unicorn around. The mental image of him being gored on the horn made him feel slightly nauseous, even more so when Reynolds decided to comment about swollen brains. "My brain's not swollen," Isaak snapped back as an answer, "it's in bits and pieces; some of it's in the arena being trampled by unicorns." He glared at his best friend once more, but didn't even wait until he'd gone before he turned to the Greek girl with an attempt at a flirty smile and said, "So I'm Isaak, what's your name?"
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.
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