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.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let's start the betting."
A crowd of people now surrounded the young demigod, and he was receiving cash with one hand and scribbling down the odds on a whiteboard he "borrowed" for the occasion. Several others of his younger half-siblings were also helping, taking down bets and delivering the money (well, most of the money in some cases) to Erik as he marked down names for winners of the foot races, chariot racing, combat by arms and combat by just arms...
You name the Game happening this Olympics, Erik Flynn not only had someone betting on it, but was poised to make some serious cash off of it.
Course, all the Romans were paying in Denarii, and some of the Greek Campers (read: Exiles) only had drachma, and then some people were paying in mortal money as well. What was the exchange rate from Drachma to American dollars and denarii to English pounds?
Ah, here comes Avery! If anyone knows, it's gotta be her.
"Averrrryyyyyy, Big Sissssssss! We were wondering, do you know the exchange rate of drachma to American dollars? Or denarii to pounds? A lot of people are placing bets and your little siblings don't know. I'm pretty sure little Tim over there is pretty torn up about it."
True, Little Timmy was holding back tears. Or, maybe he was congested. It was hard to tell.
Avery was enjoying the Olympics. It was hard not to. There were so much going on, so many things to watch and see and do. It was like being in a demigod's version of Disneyworld. That was, of course, unless you were participating in the events which she most definitely was not. She knew her limits much better than that thank you very much. She had no interest in fighting for glory, though the promise of a delicious dessert was a little harder to pass up. Still, she would take her chances on getting a meager after dinner snack if it meant she didn't have to get knocked around a fighting ring.
So she had spent the day mainly bouncing around from one event to another. Cheering teams on during the chariot races and the spear throwing events. She didn't like watching the hand-to-hand combat all that much, too much blood for her liking. Though the combat with weapons wasn't too hard to stomach. Most of those rounds ended without too much spilled blood, which seemed odd to her but she wasn't complaining. She had been on her way to the next event when a familiar voice called her over. Avery gave a grin as she made her way to her half-brother who, in perfect Hermes form, had created his own gambling ring at the Olympics. On Roman soil nonetheless.
She nudged him with her elbow playfully. "Big sis? We're the same age." She watched him as he shuffled and moved around money quicker than she could follow. She shook her head, a soft laugh coming out of her lips, "Can't help you there. I grew up on the outside yo." She gave a randomly generic sign that was supposed to mimic a street gang with a purse of her lips before laughing. "You know our cabin leader is right around the corner right? I don't think even you could get out of explaining all of this away." She watched as more money came, some leaving. She gave an amused sigh before sitting down on the ground, leaning back on her hands while she watched him. "Didn't feel like competing yourself? I thought for sure you and some of our other siblings would have a decked out chariot."
"Whaaaaaat? No, Aves, I'm pretty sure you're at least 3 months older than me, which 100% makes you the big sister I never knew I wanted."
Erik pointed at some of the other Hermes cabin, and motioned with his head at the whiteboard. "I'm taking 5, don't steal the bets." A chorus of "Yes!" mingled with "Oh come on!" rang out from the young demigods as they continued their betting ring. Erik, smiling wide, fought the urge to pretend-wipe a fake tear from his eye; it was beautiful.
"No, Aves, that's why I asked you; if anyone knew outside money exchange it should be yo- Ah, don't worry about it, I'll do some math later." Erik waved a hand nonchalantly before turning, an amused look on his face, back to his half-sister. She thought this was illegal?"Avery (I don't remember your last name), I must say, your lack of trust really hurts! I specifically asked permission before arranging this wonderful aspect of the Olympics. Besides, pretty sure our brave and noble Cabin Leader would love to see the younger kids thriving in this new, decidedly more hostile, and decidedly less fun environment."
Erik motioned subtly towards a group of Legionaries surrounding one of the Hermes kids collecting funds. grinning with dark intent. Within a blink of an eye, however, most of the Legionaries were on the ground with underwear over their eyes, the Hermes kid had a bigger stash of coin in his hands, and Erik was now sitting on the ground, breathing significantly heavier. "Whoo, that never gets easier. Where were we?"
Ah, the chariot racing. Noble sport of both Greek and Roman pastimes, but the Latin-creators seemed to take it a bit more... what's the word? Oh, yes, violently. "Oh we most certainly could! Sadly, after the loss of our beloved (and award-winning) RoadMaster 2000 back East, most of us weren't keen on building a new one, only to watch it get smashed by some burly Roman. But next year, Roadmaster 3000 will crush the competition." .
Avery gave her half-brother a quite exaggerated suspicious look as he began to defend his suggestion that she was older. She had her doubts but honestly didn't care enough about the matter to argue it. As he wrapped up his defense, she gave him a big grin, touching her hand to her heart in a gesture of appreciation. "Aw. That's so sweet. I've always wanted to be someone's acquiesced burden." The grin remained on her face as she watched the structured chaos going on. She had no actual interest in the, perhaps, shady dealings of the boy but it was all amusing to watch.
"Sorry to disappoint you. Maybe I can ask one of those Centurions over there, I'm sure they'd be happy to help." She gave him a teasing grin. She of course would never willingly betray her brother's extra-curricular activities, but it was fun to jest. Her warning was met with a grin and a smile that was everything but innocent as Erik began speaking. He truly did have a certain way with words. She was absolutely beaming, enjoying his little profession of innocence. She grinned, "Whatever would we do without you and your self-less commitment to keeping the fun alive?"
Avery followed his gaze, watching as the Romans ended up with their underwear over their heads. She stifled a giggle. She hated to laugh at anyone's expense of course, but things had been so serious lately. It was nice feeling like she was back at home again. Surrounded by her prank-loving siblings, the challenge of her day deciding which activity to participate in. She missed those days, they hadn't realized how lucky they had all had it.
He sat down next to her and Avery watched him, listening with a grin as he spoke about their beloved chariot. As he mentioned taking them next year she made a face, "I hope we won't be here next year. I don't know if I could even survive a year here. Though I'm sure you're fitting in perfectly?" She asked with a mischievous tone, if today's activities were any indication she imagined he'd be tossed out of camp by the end of the week. Another thought came to her and she shrugged, "Maybe we can host the Olympics on our turf. Show them there's more to life than training." She couldn't actually picture the stern Romans at Camp Half-Blood or rather, what had been the camp.
"Well you see, Aves, here the thing, I'm sure you'll understand since you're my sister and you've got a good wit; Legionaries... are not smart. At all. They're like their big old bull buddy; really slow to think and really quick to bash your face in."
Erik scoffed at the Legionaries would quickly leave, underwear still adorned on their heads for the world to see. The young child of Hermes was very, VERY vocal about his distaste for the Jupiter folk; it didn't stop his taking their coin for betting (coin is coin, whether it's drachma or the vastly inferior denarii) or being semi-grateful for their taking the Greek refugees in (even though a liar like him could tell the smiles were forced). Still, the Romans did not impress Erik with their discipline; Hades below, it may have left the opposite impression.
"Well, Aves, looks like I've got to make sure I don't pass out for a week when I go super speed, and you... figure out the whole swords thing, then we can start my master plan." A moment's pause before a slight groan from the "younger" brother. "You don't remember the master plan? OK, it's the one where we'll rally the Hermes cabin, kill the traitor, you get the date, I get the gold, we fix the Camp and show off to the Romans. Y'know, typical Tuesday night quest." Erik would flash his sister a wide smile as he slipped out a notebook in an instant. "That would make the scoreboard Half-Blood 59, Camp Jupiter -17."
Ah, yes. What's not to love.
Erik would open his mouth to continue when he stopped, almost mid word. Suddenly, an idea seemed to spark in Erik's eyes; a no good, evil little brother sort of idea, the ones siblings tend to fear. "Avery, speaking of winning, aren't you dating someone? Is it someone we know? When are you gonna introduce them to the Cabin, Aves? We all wanna meet the lucky charmer who swooped you off your feet."
OH NO, YOUR FAMILY IS ASKING ABOUT YOUR DATING LIFE!!! RUN AVERY RUN!!!!!! .
Avery turned to her half-sibling with an amused grin on her face as she listened to him speaking. As he said that Legionnaires were not smart, Avery's mouth dropped open in shock. He had said the sentiment quite loudly, where any Roman walking by could have heard and she very much did not want to save him from a fight today. Plus she didn't agree with it of course. She nudged him again, "Hey, be nice. I've met some really nice Romans. I don't think they're as bad as what everyone thinks." Which was true. She had met a very nice girl who had shown her around the place and then a very sweet boy who had actually helped her during cleaning duty. Sure there were also a few who looked at her like nothing would please them more than to smash her face in, but so far that hadn't happened. So she remained judgement free, ever the optimist.
Avery was grinning until the conversation moved to swords. "Nope. No. No. No." She said it with a laugh, listening on as he continued to hatch a plan that seemed utterly destined to explode in their faces. She put on a face of consideration, tapping her finger to her chin as she listened. As he concluded she nodded, trying to muster as serious a face as she could, "Ah yes. That master plan. I remember it well now." She raised an eyebrow, "I believe the agreed upon terms were 60/40 respectively correct?" It was a gamble to joke with anyone from the Hermes cabin about things like this. There was truly never any way of knowing if they were kidding or not. She felt at least in this scenario however that she could trust Erik not to get them all thrown out or imprisoned. Did Camp Jupiter have a prison? She decided she didn't want to find out.
Erik, out of the blue, began asking about her dating someone and she laid back on the soft grass, laughing. She wasn't exactly experienced in that particular arena. That on top of the fact that she had currently been forced to relocate her home of four years, dating wasn't exactly on top of her to-do list. Of course if she had set her eyes on someone, no one from her cabin would ever hear word of it from her. They were a mischievous lot to begin with, when it came to teasing one another about their dating life, nothing nor anyone was safe. "Not at all. I think you have me confused with someone else." The giggling had shifted to an amused grin as she looked over at him, shielding the sun from her eyes as she spoke. "Why do you ask? Is there someone special you want to talk about? I promise I won't tell." She held up her pinky.
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.
