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"] Jonathan was walking, or rather limping, down the path towards the feast. He had taken part in the armed combat competition earlier and had taken a dagger to his leg. With all the medics being busy or occupied with some whiny Greeks, he left it unattended for the most part. Clean bandages were wrapped around his right thigh, the hem of his dark-colored shorts rolled up to give it some fresh air.
The injury didn’t stop him from attending his guard duties that evening, having signed up for the shift during this welcome feast for the Greeks. He got a hold of a sword on his way, strapping it on his back so it wouldn’t bother his leg if it were to hung on his hip as he usually preferred. Being careful not to put too much weight on the bad leg the blond steadily made his way to the feast, seeking his assigned spot near the seating area.
He stood still for quite some time before his leg decided to be a pain in the gluteus maximus. The bandage was soaked through with crimson and he just scowled at the sight of it. Well, it had to wait. Jonathan still had half of his shift to go before he could leave and seek a medic at the infirmary. Green eyes wandered over the many demigods that were assembled and enjoyed their dinner when his stomach decided to make itself noticeable. Looking over to the closest person he cleared his throat.
Nathan ribs hurt from the gruelling match in the Hand to Hand Combat event he entered. Sure- he won by applying a submission hold that decided the match, but he felt as if he had been through a meat grinder and then given a good rub down with industrial sand paper. No one said it was going to be easy and truthfully, it had been a good challenging match. Like Jonathan there was a bandage on Nathan. Only in his case, it was on his hand. There are some people you really shouldn’t punch too many times.
Being that the feast was a formal event, he had showered and changed out of his faded (slightly ripped and blood stained) purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt and changed his work out shorts for a clean, respectable pair of jeans. It was over now- time for the feast so he could celebrate and commiserate with others, as was the need. It his opinion, he thought the whole Camp Olympics idea was a good one. As far as he could see, there was no animosity between the Roman or Greek kids that day. It was all good clean fun…well, mostly it was.
Leaving Third Cohort barracks he joined the throng of other campers making their way towards the feast- just one more face in the crowd. If his hand hurt more during the feast, he could easily wrap some ice from the drinks cooler in a napkin and hold it against his hand. It was all good.
Just as he was thinking where he was going to sit, a voice called out to him.
It was Jonathan, one of the guys from First Cohort. He knew this guy- he had seen him competing in the Armed Combat event. By the looks of it, he had drawn- or volunteered for guard duty. Some one had to do it and it seemed as if the son of Vulcan was one of those guys doing it.
“Sure” Nathan smiled, “Want something to drink as well? You might get thirsty gluteus maximus well”. Nathan as a son of Bacchus felt as if it was his duty to make sure everyone had a good time at a party- the feast technically being one in his opinion.
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[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Jonathan’s gaze moved between the food, especially the meat pies, and the legionnaire who he somewhat recognized as a third cohort demigod. Fair eyebrows lifted upwards in expectation as he impatiently waited for the boy to hand him at least one of those deliciously looking things. "No, thanks. I don't trust the drinks. Pretty sure someone spiked them." Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the big bowl filled with some kind of punch next to the meat pies. He knew better than to take one of the drinks because the chances of some Mercury child having mixed them with something weird was way too high. He could live without getting diarrhea or having a pig's nose grow on his face.
Holding out a hand as he was rather keen on getting the food he was asking for, he returned his gaze towards the curly head. "The meat pie?" he asked, his stomach growling impatiently. Jonathan didn't mind guard duty. He had accepted it as his duty, partly because almost everyone in the First Cohort was doing it on a regular basis. It kind of pushed him to do the same ever since being at camp, although their schedules had become quite loaded with shifts these days since the Greeks had arrived - or kept arriving.
His injured area on his thigh was throbbing, so he decided to lean back against a pillar that was solely there for the purpose of being decorative. The feast was a mix of both camp's colors. He had been sure that purple and orange weren't going to work out together, a mix of those colors being too much of an eyesore, but it did work out in the end and he was surprised. Whoever had been put in charge of decorating the place was doing a fantastic job.
Nathan’s toffee brown eyes followed Jonathan’s narrowed eyes to the punch bowl.
Spiked the punch?
SPIKED. THE. PUNCH?!
What barbarian would dare to commit such a cultural atrocity as that? Oh no-no-no…that was even worth thinking of to a party puritan such as Nathan. One does not- NOT, spike the punch at a party. If one needed to ‘spice’ up the punch, one at least had to have the good manners to make a ceremony of it.
Sneak spiking? How vulgar could you get!
The first culprits for such a possible crime were to his mind definitely the Mercury kids…he was pretty sure it was one of them that filled his shoes fill of oatmeal last week, much to his surprize when he put his feet into them in the morning in question…
“Mmm? What?” Nathan replied, his mind still reeling at the idea that someone would spike the punch. “Oh- yeah…sorry” he said with a smile. Carefully he loaded a meat pie onto a plate, with a paper napkin and fork, before carrying back to the son of Vulcan. “Here you go- enjoy” he said as he handed it over carefully one handed. His other hand was a little tender, what with the minor injury.
Well someone had to be the damm guinea pig- might as well be him.
Nathan in turn grabbed some sandwiches and then took a glass of the punch. He sniffed it a couple of times. Nope…nothing alcoholic there- and being a son of Bacchus, he’d know if there was anything fishy there. He took a taste of it. Nathan let the liquid play over his palate, checking for any weird taste. Didn’t seemed to be anything wrong- maybe whoever made it had skimmed on the mint leaves a little, but who was complaining. Taking his plate up again, a thought came to his head.
No- Hades with it. That son of Vulcan had volunteered to guard this feast, the least he could do was keep the guy company (if he wanted) for at least an hour. More than once, Nathan had pulled sentry duty in camp, ensuring that his fellow legionnaires slept in safety and peace. It was the least that the gregarious son of Bacchus could do…
“Might as well join you for a while” he announced with a smile, “don’t think any monster is going to attack in the next hour” he said. As he munched on one of the sandwiches, he noticed the wound on Jonathan’s thigh. “Dude- that looks way meaty. You sure you are going to be okay tonight?” he asked.
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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.
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