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.
Nadja was having a fantastic day. She had not directly participated in any of the day's events, but she had enjoyed them immensely from the sidelines. There was so much to see and do. The competition was thrilling and though she did cheer for the Greeks when a match was between them and a Roman, for the most part she had just been happy to watch. Whenever a particular match grew long or brutal there was so much cheering, so much noise and chaos that it was thrilling. There also happened to be a whole bevy of handsome, muscled, and occasionally shirtless men. Who could ever ask for more? The day had drawn to a close much too early for her liking.
She was consoled only by the fact that they were specifically promised delectable desserts after the afternoon's events. She hadn't eaten a dessert in well over four months, which was a crime against her very nature. In Camp Half-Blood she had an entire secret snack drawer dedicated to chocolates and candy. Then some rude person had torched the place and she had to relocate halfway across the country. Her time on the road had been nothing less than awful. She had to tend to wounds and help others make the arduous journey. She had asked for payment in chocolate but everyone had thought that was a joke. Then they had arrived at this place to find that sweets were not on the menu. Something about no nutritional value or some rubbish like that.
Tonight, however, was different. There were not only delicious and savory foods as far as the eye could see, but more desserts than she could count. She had started with chocolate fudge ice cream, as the obvious first choice. It was an ice cream, which was practically a liquid, which was basically a drink therefore perfectly acceptable to start a meal with. After the ice cream, she had some roast, to satisfy the requirement of nutrition. It was then that a beautifully made tiramisu had appeared on the table. Campers of course reached in to get their own slices. As she finally leaned over to get her own piece she was shocked to see only one left. She immediately reached forward, her fork meeting someone else's "Hey!"
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[attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]Verlyn was hungry. He was tired. All he wanted was something sweet.
The night before, Verlyn had been in the Garden of Bacchus and worked his butt off. Taking care of all the grape vines, watering the other plants, and using his energy to help them grow. He kept getting hassled by a Greek in there telling him what to do. He wasn't even sure who it was, but he followed every word. He didn't want to be disobedient or offend anyone.
And then he had trouble sleeping because he was tormented with nightmares that woke him up every hour. Most times when he tried to get some fresh air he would get sent back to bed by a centurion. And now, with eye bags under his face, he just wanted to have some sugar to wake him up. Plus, the ruckus of fighting around him wasn't helping much.
As Verlyn trudged over to the table full of desserts, he considered his options. Ice cream was yummy, but that was too cold. Lava cake fresh from the oven- yikes. But that tiramisu... just right. It looked so good, and it would boost him up for the day... well. Maybe not a whole day, but it would get him through all this fighting. He grabbed a fork and went to stab it when his fork met with someone else's. His bloodshot eyes immediately shot up to look at a girl. "Hey!" She exclaimed, clearly wanting the last piece. Now, Verlyn usually wasn't one to start a potential fight, but he was too sleepy to care.
"There's plenty of other treats," Verlyn said grumpily, "So hands off, mkay, hon?" He pulled the sponge cake closer to him with his fork, and a small chunk of the cake fell off. His red, weary eyes continued to bore into hers while he waited for a response.
Nadja was a very peaceful person. She didn't see any point in fighting, at least not when it wasn't warranted, but as for dessert? She would happily defend her prized morsels. After all, there was no telling when the next opportunity would arise for anything sweet to cross the borders of the camp that she found herself in. She would have to bribe a child of Hermes to sneak her in something and gods knew they would ask some outrageous price.
Her fork had clashed with another. She hadn't intended on setting foot inside a battle arena, but as the boy across from her didn't back down she realized the battle had come to her. Instead of swords they were wielding forks and instead of something as vapid as pride being the prize it was a delicious piece of espresso-soaked cake. A much better prize in her opinion.
The boy mentioned there was plenty of other treats and Nadja smiled, "Exactly. So go run along and have your fill." He then told her hands off and she pursed her lips. He tried pulling the treat his way and she instead put her fork in the dessert, pulling it closer to her side. The two performing a very small rendition of tug-of-rope with the plate. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's ladies first ?" Nadja's eyes scanned over the boy. She hadn't seen him before, and though she hadn't seen every Greek that had been at camp, she was almost certain this one was a Roman. She would win no points by being a Greek of course, a fact that she was very well aware of.
She gave a bright smile, still leaning forward, meeting his eyes, "Aren't you Roman? I saw your beautiful Mess Hall earlier, I'm sure you could waltz right in and ask a plate of tiramisu to appear. It truly is a marvel." A bit of flattery never hurt anyone. She thought about taking her fork out and enjoying the bite that came with it, but she guessed that the moment she took her fork off the plate he'd snatch it away entirely.
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[attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]Family was not a light topic for Verlyn just to toss about. So when this girl mentioned his mother and heritage, he wasn't very happy. His conscious was screaming just to resolve this peacefully, but his weary brain told him otherwise. Okay then, he thought. If you want to play that game.
Verlyn smiled, annoyed, and chuckled a bit under his breath. "I'll answer both of those questions," he began. "Yes, I'm Roman. And no, my mother never told me "ladies first" because I've never met her. It's kind of sad, I would have loved to meet a goddess, what about you?"
He hadn't intended to input that much sass, but he kept going. "The mess hall is quite beautiful, yes. The wind aurae do a great job with the food. But I am not there right now, am I? No. I am here, and I want this cake. So maybe do a favor for an exhausted guy like me and let me eat it."
He stared into the eyes of the girl as they kept tussling with the tiramisu. He wasn't sure who would win this fight, and he was already off on a bad start with making friends. Yes, he was exhausted, yes, he desperately wanted the cake, but maybe they could make out a compromise. Verlyn didn't want to have one anyway, but he also didn't want to appear selfish.
"Or..." Verlyn started, "We could share." He lifted his fork and positioned it above the cake as if to cut it in half. He quirked his eyebrow to indicate he was waiting for an answer- and fast.
Nadja noted the tense smile. She had hit a nerve, which hadn't been her intent. Strike two against her odds of eating the tiramisu. Instead of shoving her off with a callous comment like she halfway expected of him though, he proclaimed that he'd answer both of her questions. She listened with a small grin on her face. "Hmm. I suppose one out of two isn't bad then." Her chin tilted to the side in thought as she continued, "If I was a baseball player I'd be in the hall of fame."
She gave him a grin before considering the other part of his reply. "But no, I can assure you with absolute certainty that you do not want to meet a goddess. Or a god for that matter." Oh the story she could tell him. The blonde mountain of a boy who she had given up flashing immediately in her mind. Now was not the time for any of that, nor the place though. It felt odd being in his home already, she couldn't very well go down that road and not risk falling apart and therefore missing out on a delectable dessert. She gave another grin, her voice light, "They're terribly full of themselves and rubbish at conversation. You're not missing out on anything."
Nadja's lips quirked to the side as he replied, rebuffing all attempts at her flattery. She was forming an argument in her mind when something he said caught her attention. Genuine curiosity filled her features as she asked, "Why are you exhausted? Too much fun in the games today?" She hadn't seen any events that this particular demigod had appeared in, but she very well couldn't attend them all. As much as she would have liked. It really was a pity none of it was recorded for further viewing later. It would provide much more motivation than anything they currently were offering.
The boy wasn't keen on backing down and neither was she. As he proposed sharing the cake, removing his fork from the dessert, a very small part of her piped up that now would be the perfect time to steal it and run. She was much more kinder than that though, perhaps if she hadn't already had the chocolate ice cream she might have made a run for it, but alas. A small bit was better than creating an enemy and it beat having none at all any day of the week. "Deal. My name is Nadja by the way. I suppose if we're sharing a dessert we should at least be on a first-name basis." She let him cut the cake in half, trusting his judgement, at least that was the plan. If he planned on cutting a small bit and running off she might take off in pursuit.
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[attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]Verlyn took in everything that Nadja said. She seemed to not want to start an arguement or conflict. Good. That was the opposite of what Verlyn needed today. Even though he knew he was being a bit of a jerk, and there was no excuse for his sassiness, he was very, very tired and hadn't cared in those moments. Now that there wasn't any more conflict, he was less tense and less desperate.
He smiled, this time not coldly. He sunk his fork into the tiramisu as the left side fell over. He slid his piece onto his plate and took a bit. It was absolutely what he needed. It was so good that for a split second he had forgotten Nadja was there. His head snapped back to the present.
Verlyn turned to her and he smiled again, even more warmly. "I'm Verlyn," he said, "It's nice to meet you." He lowered his plate, no longer completely invested in the cake. "I'll take your word for it about not wanting to meet a god or goddess. I guess I can see where you are coming from. Although I still think it might be nice to at least see my mother."
He continued on, "I'm tired because I just worked real hard yesterday. It's nothing much." Verlyn didn't tell Nadja about his nightmares, that could be saved for another time if they had actually became friends. He again smiled, the eye bags under his eyes deepening. He really was tired.
Nadja could practically see the tenseness leaving him in waves, his shoulders relaxing just the tiniest bit as they had both seemed to come to an agreement. She had dealt with her fair share of Roman pride, a thick façade of perfection and strength. They all seemed to be carrying around the weight of the world on their shoulders. Not that she knew anything of the boy before her or why he now felt comfortable dropping his tense demeanor. Or even if the tenseness was due to maintaining that façade or something else entirely.
Still, it seemed almost second nature for them all to be on guard. She couldn't imagine living like that. She would constantly be walking around with a scowl on her face, an idea that she would never allow to happen. Nadja returned the boy's smile as they both took a bite of the dessert they had fought over.
Nadja sighed happily as she tasted the treat. She had been right. It had been worth fighting over. The espresso blended perfectly with the cream and cake to create an absolutely heavenly morsel. She was quite pleased with her choice of confections. The boy seemed equally pleased and they sat together in silence for a moment as they both took bites of their share in the treat.
He was the first to speak, giving her a smile and introducing himself. Nadja gave him a bright smile in return, "Nice to make your acquaintance, I'm Nadja." She listened quietly as he spoke, taking another bite of her cake. When he mentioned that it'd be nice to meet his mother, a thoughtful look came over her features. "I suppose you're right." She put her fork into the cake again before she looked up quizzically, "Who is your mother? I'd say that proposed thought hinges on the parent in question. I mean, if your parent was the god of war would you be excited to stand on his welcome mat? Probably not." She gave a small chuckle as she waited for his reply.
He mentioned that he was tired from working and her chin tilted slightly. She didn't want to pry of course and she knew that it was very well not any of her business but his body wasn't exactly radiating the kind of pain that normally caused exhaustion due to physical exertion. There was normally lactic acid in the muscles, low ATP molecules in the body. Normally there were indicators that practically screamed over-exhaustion from physical work, but she wasn't getting any of those.
Her eyes looked over him carefully before leaning forward and holding out her hand. "I'm a healer. If you'd like, I can help with feeling tired?" It wasn't a hard fix. Something she could easily do in mere moments if he wished. Her eyes met his, a smile still on her lips as she waited for his reply.
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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.
