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.
She'd had enough. It had been a struggle from the very first morning of her arrival at camp, when she'd come across Azriel fricking Quinn straight out of the infirmary, and then she had been expected to fall in line with the Roman lifestyle with no complaints. The daughter of Demeter was not having it. She had never been the type to submissively follow orders, and the bullying, uppity attitude the legionnaires had around Camp Jupiter were enough for Shana to call it quits on the whole thing. Maybe none of the other Greeks wanted to take their chance out in the mortal world, but Shana would not suffer the disrespect and indignity of being bossed around by the Romans. She was a normal demigod, thrust upon the middle of a fricking army, and expected to just deal with it with no kind of easing into it. No, Shana, you should be able to get up at 4AM every morning to go to pointless marching drills for hours and keep up with everyone else, then have enough energy to deal with a packed Mess Hall for breakfast, then hope that your muscles weren't completely wiped out to go train at Ludus, all at once. No rest breaks.
Shana would like to tell Camp Jupiter to frick all that, thank you.
It was probably not the smartest idea, but she was going. She'd stay with her father for a bit, then maybe just find somewhere else to stay with other, older demigods. They couldn't all be here in Camp Jupiter or in New Rome, right? She had heard somewhere along the grapevine about some sort of ranch with red cows or something. Come on, there had to be plenty of other places that she could find and stay, work a living with other demigods. Anything would be better than suffering through another round of aggressive Roman bullying.
And so that evening found Shana sneaking out of the Greek cohort barracks, the same ratty and travel-worn backpack from her previous journey across the country on her back, packed with the same things she had arrived with. She just had a few extra provisions to hopefully last as long as the journey to her father's last temporary stop, and then she could figure it out from there. Her lips were turned down at the corners in a determined grimace as she ducked around buildings and walked quickly towards the tunnel by which she had arrived, all those days ago, hopeful for a new home and a new life. Hey, maybe now that she was out of Camp Jupiter, Artemis would finally find her and offer her a place by her side. Small mercies.
Azriel had never felt so constricted before. Like a pressure valve that was hellbent on blowing apart that was being held together by string and tape. The passages were filled with orange-clad graecus. Unwanted strangers who filled the mess hall, the training facilities, and even once on the rare occasion, his own barracks. There was no safe place of refuge. There was nowhere he could out-run or shelter himself from them. He had tried. Gods knew he had tried. Since the blow that Shana dealt, he had volunteered for everything that he could sign his name on. Chariot racing? Absolutely. Extra guard duty? No problem. Forge work volunteers? Sure thing. Yet none of it helped.
No matter how many Roman-centered things he signed his name upon, they were always there. The Greeks with their orange-clad outfits and ridiculous smiles. As if they were vacationing in his home on holiday. His patience was non-existent. Since he had let Shana go, since he had made peace with never having her in the way that he had hoped, the way that he had wanted, his days had felt hollow. He had set it upon his mind to forget her. To pretend that she had joined the Hunters and that she was off somewhere being who she wanted to be. Living her life and not looking back. Giving him exactly what she had promised. Unfortunately, since making that demand of himself, his traitorous mind had only thought of her more. He found himself unwillingly snagging on her face in a crowd. Following her with his eyes as she walked across campus. It was almost as if his body had a sensor for her. A radar for her and her alone that his blood demanded he acknowledge. It was maddening.
So he had volunteered once more. This time, somewhere that guaranteed she wouldn't be there. A quest, though he supposed it was really more of a mission, to find demigods and bring them back to camp. It was time away from his beloved home, but time that he knew he needed. He needed to get away, to give himself time to think and breathe without the swaths of graecus scum squeezing in. So he had packed and made his way out of the tunnel. He was told that a Greek would be joining him in the quest, which he hadn't enjoyed the thought of but begrudgingly accepted. He knew it made sense, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
As he neared the exit, he noticed that a figure was already there, waiting for him. A small frown appeared as he had checked his watch. He had purposefully left early to be here when the other demigod appeared. It seemed punctuality was something they could both agree on. That was a good first step he mused. Az spoke up, "I guess we can go ahead, if you're ready?" He was still a bit far away, the shadows in the night rendering it impossible to see who it was that was waiting on him. His long gait closed the distance and he spoke up once more, "I'm Azr-" The words died on his lips as he halted. Shana. The gods had to be playing a trick on him surely. He stood, regarding her, a bit unsure of what to do. His voice remained level, if not a bit unsure, "You volunteered for this quest?"
She had stopped for a grand total of thirty seconds to adjust the strap of her bag so it fit more comfortably against her back - she wouldn't have time to do that when she was on the road and what if it slipped off in the middle of a fight? No, it had to be sorted out now. Apparently, those few seconds had been enough for someone to find her. As she heard footsteps behind her, Shana gritted her teeth and prayed to any god or goddess who might hear her to please let whichever unlucky demigod had crossed her path to continue on their merry way and not even stop to question who she was and what she was doing there.
Of course, as luck would have it, the demigod behind her called out to her, and it took the briefest moment for the voice to register in her brain. Because of course her luck would have it that the person who would just happen to catch her when she was trying to escape was Az. The blood chilled under her skin, contrasting with the sudden bloom of heat across her face as the daughter of Demeter mentally went through all her possible choices. She could run ahead; Az had obviously mistaken her identity - let's ignore the flash of irritation that he apparently couldn't recognise her from the back. Or she supposed she could... there were no other options and no more time.
She heard him start to introduce himself just as she turned around, and the look of shock on his face would have been comical if she hadn't been so stressed and irritated. It was like he had physically walked into a wall and had even rocked back into a halt, a few steps away from her. The question about a quest confused her, but Shana's quick mind went through the new options in front of her. If she said no, Azriel in all his Roman Holier Than Thou attitude might frog-march her back to camp, and not only would that be embarrassing, but it might also get one or both of them in the infirmary because Shana had no plans of going back to camp. Meanwhile, if she said yes, she could have a golden ticket out of camp - then lose him in the mortal world.
Mustering a smile as Shana forced herself to be somewhat friendly - if a bit wary - she re-adjusted bag with its adjusted straps, tilting her chin gamely. "Of course. You think I won't take the first opportunity to get out of camp?" It was hardly a lie - if she'd known of whatever quest he was going on, she would have done the very same thing anyway. Tilting her head sideways in the direction of the exit, she resumed her journey, hardly waiting for her new temporary companion. "Let's go, Quinn."
Was it too late to turn back around and ask for a new partner? Probably. Though that didn't stop the thought from resurfacing in his mind. What excuse could he give though? They had personal history? That wasn't worth more than the lives of the campers that they were trying to find. He would have been laughed out of the first cohort at that request. Plus, asking for a new partner would show his hand. There'd be no way to deny that she affected him and he would be dammed before he did that. And he was already dammed to have her forever in his gravitational pull apparently.
Shana adjusted the straps of her pack and Azriel resisted the urge to grab the top loop and hold the bag up properly to tighten it so it'd be sitting higher on her shoulders where it belonged. He knew better though. She'd insist her way was the correct path and he'd insist his own was and they'd be fighting before they even left camp. So instead he simply replied, "Right. So do you want to go over our supply-" The words were barely out of his mouth when Shana began walking away from him, calling him to follow after her like a puppy.
Azriel rolled his eyes, a tension headache beginning to form as he began following her out, exactly as she had demanded. It didn't take long for his long steps to catch up to her again and though he continued to walk beside her he spoke up once more. "We need to take an inventory of our supplies and resources. How long did you plan on being out here?" He had packed three weeks' worth of supplies, though he doubted that it would take that long. There was no telling what, if anything Shana had packed. She tended to act first and think later when it came to her impulses and he wouldn't have been surprised in the least if he was the only one who was actually prepared for this assignment.
He continued to follow her, the gates of camp fading farther and farther behind him. He assumed that she too read the debriefing on where they were supposed to go. It was the last known location of a group of demigods who had been making their way to camp. He was still following Shana when she took a left at Summit Pass, a left that he knew should have been a right. Azriel paused before nodding his head in the other direction, "We need to take a right here. It was up Grizzly Peak not Clairmont Trail." The first part of the mission had been set on a series of commonly followed trails before breaking off. "You did read the brief, right?" He tried to keep his voice neutral, though he doubted it was free from all of the doubt that he had.
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.
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