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  demigods, adventure, betrayal, action, quest, oracle, prophecy, monsters, heroism, power, sacrifice, quest, duty, destiny, fate, justice

  
  
  
  
  
  
  the search for peleus' sword.
  
  
  
  
  a divine pursuit.
  
  
  
  
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  Everybody knew that the demigods at Camp Half-Blood were not the only ones of their ilk. There were always going to be others, born of different pantheons, mothered by different countries, left to die at the hands of the monsters that hunted them.
  
  Everybody knew that they were out there, but no one thought to look for them. For all intents and purposes, they existed outside of the realm of the half-bloods who had found home at camp, and became something else entirely. Their identities were unknown, their fates uncertain.
  
  Allow the mind to be taken back to the Battle of Troy, and then a little further. Peleus, who would come to father Achilles when the time came, was a masterful swordsman; the best of his kind. Any battle he faced, he won. Any enemy he encountered, he managed to slay. There was no doubt in his ability, though few knew the source of it.
  
  His sword: A xiphos, created by a daughter of Hephaestus and blessed by the goddess Nike, which was rumoured to bring endless victory to its user in battle. The Fates were kind enough to make true of the Goddess' promise in its time in the spotlight, but once Peleus passed, the weapon was buried with him, entombed in an unmarked grave. The reason was clear: No individual should be given that much power.
  
  Whether the rumours were true is debatable. It could have been that Peleus was simply a master marksman, the best at his craft, and that the sword had nothing to do with his winning streak.
  
  Something does not have to be true to be believed. If enough myths are circulated about something, it can become the object of the myth itself. Anything, with enough belief, can be imbibed with power.
  
  On a foggy night in January of this year, the sword went missing. It left no note, but did leave in its wake a marred and shallow patch of ground from where it had been retrieved.
  
  The Oracle has made one thing clear: Demigods are behind this.
  
  But which ones? And where?
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  The legendary sword of Peleus has been stolen by a rag-tag group of demigods who live somewhere outside of the camp's borders. While divinity may course through their veins, it's uncertain whether they are infected by the same benevolence, heroism, and moral creed as those guided by Chiron and Dionysus. It's uncertain whether they're Greek in origin; they may not even be Roman, but the Oracle has made clear that they are the spawn of gods, and they are on a mission. It's unclear what that mission is.
  
  Camp Half-Blood is beginning to face levels of attack that haven't been seen since the last great Titan war. Weekly, the borders are attacked by monsters who seek the legendary sword and its promise of eternal victory, and the gods have been unhappy to learn that an object of such importance has been placed into the hands of relative strangers.
  
  A quest is on the horizon: To find the thieves, to retrieve the weapon, and to restore some form of order to the world. Hopefully, nothing else will go missing in the meantime.
  
  ( Sidenote, Has anyone seen Excalibur recently? )
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  the sun.

  
  
  
  

  zacharias

  
  
  
  

  A brave and courageous young soul, the sun has always been destined for greatness. Somewhat older than the rest of their campmates, and certainly more used to the rigmarole of questing, duelling and monster hunting, they're bound to become the leader of any quest that ends up being their responsibility. They'll have a lot on their plate if they choose to take up the role, but they're infested with power. The question is, can they handle the pressure?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  renegade sun.

  
  
  
  

  teilo

  
  
  
  

  The leader of their group, the renegade sun does not beam with light and joy, but rather tears and shreds and burns. This individual may not think of themselves as the villain in their story, as no one truly does, but knows that their power is enough to get anyone under their thumb if they try hard enough.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  the moon.

  
  
  
  

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  Usually seen only under the cover of night, the moon doesn't boast the same powers as their shining counterpart, but this by no means suggests that they are any less capable. Perhaps more quiet and reserved, this individual is critical, calm, and a realist. Their view of the world is clouded by the darkness of its skies, but when the time comes, they will find that they too have a light worth emanating. Their importance cannot be understated, but can they see it themselves, or are they destined to crumble under the weight of self-admonishment?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  renegade moon.

  
  
  
  

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  Their sun's perfect companion, the renegade moon is one of a kind in their self-contained little solar system. Many have tried to get where they are, to understand them as a person and to pick apart their abilities, but it seems that all have failed.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  justice.

  
  
  
  

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  A dish best served cold, justice is cool, calm, collected, and very level headed. They're a strategist at heart, and though perhaps not as proficient on the battlefield, their worth is entrenched in their ability which lies more or less everywhere else. They could be a healer or enchanter, a light bringer or a weapon former; whatever they are, they're good at what they do and they know it. Everyone has a little bit of respect for what justice brings to the table, and everybody respects the opinions that they form. They will be integral to the formation of a level-headed team, but when the time comes, will they be able to fight?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  renegade justice.

  
  
  
  

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  Perfectly balanced between sweet bubbliness and downright cruelty, renegade justice is a force to be reckoned with if the balance does not tip in a person's favour. Somewhat deluded by the system they've become a part of, they may be a misguided soul; or they may be very aware of the nature of their environment, and simply do not care. Fairness, in this individual's case, is of no match to loyalty.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  the fool.

  
  
  
  

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  Every court needs a jester, a fool. When the world is at its darkest, it's the lighthearted that will bring us to the light once more. This light-hearted individual is a loving and kind one, who places their worth in their ability to make others laugh. They're a child of a god, though, and this comes through in perhaps the most unexpected of circumstances. The fool is not incapable of pulling their weight when it all comes down to it, and may be a little more powerful than others might suspect. When someone is that happy-go-lucky, though, can you really trust them?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  renegade fool.

  
  
  
  

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  The renegade fool is not a jester so much as they are a trickster, goading the enemy's teeth with magic and sights of wonder only to stab them in the front when they least expect it. Here does not stand an idiot, or someone who makes a fool of themselves, but rather a calculated and forward-thinking genius.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  strength.

  
  
  
  

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  In the midst of battle, everybody seeks strength. This child seems to have been born and bred in the battlefield, made for the sword, formed from the knuckles upwards. They're the first person that people turn to when things get a little bit ugly, and everybody can trust them to pack a punch when the time calls for it. It may be, though, that this power comes with the struggle of being misunderstood, or maybe even feared by the holder's peers. At the end of the day, they're a necessity, but will their hot-headedness prove to be too much of a risk?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  renegade strength.

  
  
  
  

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  Renegade strength doesn't look like a soldier, but that prejudice will be what kills you, in the end. Cunning, silver-tongued and deceptive, this individual has the power of beasts on their side, and knows well how to command them, as well as the battlefield they stand within.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  the magician.

  
  
  
  

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  Whether it's sleight of hand or smoke and mirrors, the magician keeps everyone guessing with their often wonderful, sometimes devastating abilities. They're skilled in many different facets, a jack-of-all-trades, but their power can be taxing and dangerous if incorrectly used. Smart-mouthed, filled with solutions, and often found thinking outside of the box, they're a benefit to have on any team if not only for their subversive ways of thinking. They're somewhat frail, though. Maybe they're younger than the rest of the team, or maybe they often find themselves physically drained by the sheer effort that their powers require. Will they be able to turn the tide in battle, or will they crumble and fall?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  renegade magician.

  
  
  
  

  brenna

  
  
  
  

  It seems like we don't know much about the renegade magician, but we may discover more later.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Markedly different from the rest of their peers, the tower may not look like much of a threat from a distance, but as one gets closer they come to notice the shattered windows of the soul, the collapsing foundations of loyalty, and the uncertainty as to who, in fact, actually has claim over them. Their differences will be welcomed by their team, but will they find solace as an outsider, or seek new territory in the arms of their kin?

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Characters must be 15-20 years old.
  
  

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  This is a literate roleplay. Please write at least four hundred words per post. Please use realistic face claims.
  
  

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  One character per person, please. In future, the renegade demigods (i.e, the thieves) will be available, playable characters, so please keep this in mind and contact me if you'd be interested in writing for one of them.
  
  

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  Please feel free to make your characters the children of any god, of any gender, and of any sexuality. The role description is a guideline, and not set in absolute stone.
  
  

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  If all roles are taken and you'd like to get involved, please feel free to contact me! As aforementioned, the renegade demigods will be playable characters, and may be introduced sooner if the interest is high.
  
  

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[fraxiom]

orin gorman

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confused

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dressing gown and sweatpants

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mess hall

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the fool

He is in a deep valley somewhere within a range of mountains. The moon is full and shining above him. Light from somewhere close comes in flickers and waves that give shape to the darkness rather than sending it on its way. He knows without seeing another figure that he is not alone. There is a man crouched in a clearing in front of him, although he can't quite see his face. He's digging now, dragging his hands through filth and mud. Grains of dirt cascade slowly through the air.

He steps forward to say something, and then the man turns.

Except he's not a man. He's got the shape of one, sure — that's down to a tee. He's wearing clothes like a man, moving like a man, but when the light catches his face, it's all bones and sinews and massive, bulging eyeballs. The skeleton stares at him for a hundred years, as though debating whether or not he's truly there. Orin reaches in his pocket to find his lighter, fearing a fight, but shortly after his fingers grasp the disguised weapon the skeleton turns away, then reaches down into the pit he's made to retrieve something long and shiny. His breath steams in the air when he laughs, loudly, like he's won the lottery.

The noise is huge. It fills the space between the mountains they're standing in the shadows of. As he cackles, the skeleton raises his new sword to the sky, which tears through itself with lightning in response. The ground starts shaking. The mountains are furious. A boulder comes charging down in an avalanche, and Orin's last sight is a rock twice the size of him heading directly for his astral body. He tries to scream, he tries to run, but he's rendered still and mute as he sees his death come trundling toward him...

"Orin, we're gonna be late for breakfast," said his half-sister, shaking him awake from where he had been writhing in his bunk.
He sat up immediately, gasping for breath and nearly bumping heads with her in the process. As she lurched backward, surprised at the sudden movement, he gained hold over his senses and came to the conclusion that he was not, as a matter of fact, about to be crushed by a big-ass rock. "Man, I need to stop eating cheese before bed," he muttered, mostly for his own benefit.
"Bad dream?" Cara was looking at him impatiently, and he knew that she wasn't interested in whatever spiel she was imagining he'd come out with.
"No. Bad breath. Shall we stop dilly-dallying and get breakfast? I mean, I know you love a natter when the day breaks, but let a man get some coffee in first, for Christ's sake."
"You're a dick," she said without malice, then, turning to leave, she added: "I'll meet you in there."

Once she left, Orin took a moment to take stock of himself. Though well aware that dreams did not often leak into reality, he found himself examining his body as he got dressed (or as dressed as he could bear to be first thing in the morning) for stains or scuffs that would indicate that what he had seen hadn't been entirely fictional. When he found nothing, he tugged slippers on his feet and a dressing gown over his shoulders, tied high at the waist, and stepped out into the warm camp sunshine.

The atmosphere was alive with the swell of summer-drunk demigods wiping the sleep out of their eyes, catching each other up with what had been happening in their normal, mortal lives. It was a sight that Orin was familiar with, but that he never got bored of. He waved at a few smiling faces when they turned his way, stuck his tongue out at some of the younger kids, and found himself settling into the environment quickly. Within mere minutes, he'd forgotten his dream entirely. Instead, his mind was focused on The Big Question.

"Do I get a pain au chocolat or a pain au raisin?" He asked Cara as he approached Cabin One's table. She shrugged in response, all of her attention devoted to her muesli. "You and your rabbit food are utterly useless to me."

He flourished the dressing gown dramatically as he walked away, seeking a new and more receptive person The Big Question. As he wandered aimlessly through the Mess Hall, he caught the eye of Chiron in the corner of the room, looking more pensive than a centaur ever should. It didn't bode well, but as far as he was aware, it was none of his business.

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teilo griffiths

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pleased

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black hoodie, black jeans

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renegade base

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the renegade sun

Four buses. A few walks. A straight train. The people in the compartments were muttering to one another over the roll of the road and the tracks, all spelling out their lives in dull fragments. Teenagers opted for letters that came together to mean ‘love’, where adults grumbled thick hate to and about one another through the fog of politeness. None of them, in their passage from one place to another, noticed Teilo in the back of their carriage, their compartment, or walking a few steps behind them with his eyes to the floor and his fingers wrapped tight around the strap of a bag.

And why would they? He was a tourist. Put down as a backpacker and nothing else, Teilo moved through the cities of Europe effortlessly. He wandered from Ionnina to Thessaloniki, to Macedonia, through Sofia to Venice and then, finally, after leaving a few weeks ago in search of his prize, he returned to Florence as a victor.

Inside the bag was his prize. One of them, at least. Now struck off the list of items that his father had asked him to retrieved, the Sword of Peleus was hanging heavy enough to make the straps around his shoulders leave indents in his skin through the fabric of his hoodie. He would not complain. He had gone through enough effort to get the damn thing, to dig it out of its damned grave, to raise it to the sky, and to shake off the feeling that he was being watched by something from within the mountain's valley. He and his plunder went, for the most part, unnoticed.

At the train station, a tall man with a patchy moustache and a black uniform pointed in his direction, then gestured for him to open his bag. After a moment of pause, he did. The sword inside, revealed with a swift and harsh unzipping, was still covered in dirt. The man looked down at it, then up at Teilo, and in accented English, said: “You come to Florence to play golf?”
“Yes,” replied Teilo. The man laughed. He didn’t. He was waved on his way. God bless the mist.

Colosso dell’Appennino is a tourist attraction, one of the only statues left of its kind. People talk about the antiquated, legendary Colossus of Rhodes like it’s incomparable to anything we have left of history on this planet, mostly unaware that a few hundred miles north-west in Vaglia, Italy is the statue that stands as a worthy rival. Thirty metres tall, the personification of the Apennine mountains crouches at the shore of a lake, given company by statues of Pegasus and Parnassus. It’s a hidden gem, in a sense, and even more hidden are the chambers, room and caves that lay inside of this stony figure.

These rooms were where Teilo set up base for his rag-tag group of demigods all those months ago, and it was where he was returning to after his long and arduous voyage.

He entered the base through a small and shrouded doorway on the thigh of the Colossus, careful to avoid the prying eyes of the tourists and the flashing threats of their cameras. Successful, he called out to those inside: “I’m back!” His voice echoed off of the cave walls. The chambers had held orchestras, once upon a time, so the acoustics were enough to exalt his voice. “And I’ve got it!”

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[riseofrosetico]

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tense

location

outside the mess hall

outfit

camp shirt & leggings

tags

here

SORA

What a crappy dream.

Dreams like these were the worst, the feeling of suffocation and desperation evident in every pore of the body, fear radiating from every inch and every surface but it would be coming from nobody else but Sora.. It was just her and her alone in this dark, crappy dream. Until the presence was inexplicably there in front of her, shrouded in darkness but just enough movement that an unclear shape could be made amongst the shadows. Everything felt like a blur within her mind, like she was simply floating, a mere blip in this infinite darkness with only a stranger for company.

It would take a few moments to gather the courage to even take a step from the pedestal in which she was rooted upon, but eventually she would have no choice but to take that step forward, probably the worst mistake of her life.. The next few events would take place like a blur she could hardly remember what had happened, one moment darkness, the next a… skeleton? And the next, her eventual apparent demise.

Luckily, that demise wasn’t permanent as her eyes would shoot open and stare upwards at the ceiling above her, shoulders heaving slightly as she tried to remember what had just happened in that dream… or well, nightmare. It was something that felt lifelike but also impossible, a little like those dreams when you’re falling and then suddenly wake up. Either way, she hated that feeling in the pit of her stomach filling her with nausea at the sense of being unable to decipher what that nightmare had meant. Most regular people would have just ignored it, shrugging it off as the result of a late night or over-exertion, but a simple explanation like that was not enough to satiate Sora’s gut feeling, of course.

Despite how unnerved she was, somehow she would find the energy to just shrug it off to the secret cupboard in the back of her mind that was still racing despite attempts to calm and clear it. Normally bad dreams didn’t phase her too much, occasionally a little rattled but for the most part she could just push it away with little afterthought and would forget about it until the next. So why did this one still linger?

A small sigh would escape as though exhaling the last thoughts she wished to have about that spectre, covering her eyes with her forearm whilst imagining what the time was. Typically, she would have already been up and dressed by now, always having been the earliest of risers yet somehow still the last to sleep – yet a quick glance around would show that the dorm was relatively empty so it must have been later than she thought… It was a little annoying nobody had bothered to wake her up, but she didn’t really feel like eating right now anyway with that nausea eating away at her.

Still, within a few moments she would be dressed in her typical camp attire with the typical orange shirt and the camp necklace tied around her wrist rather than her neck, it wasn’t often she wore jewellery on casual occasions, and she wasn’t about to wear a hazard around her neck anytime soon unless she was going to a meeting or on the non-existent date she would never have. It would be paired with just a simple pair of black leggings and some flats. Nothing too fancy but something comfortable enough for the dreaded archery practice she was scheduled to partake sometime in the afternoon, she really didn’t feel up to it today, she hadn’t felt up to much of anything since she’d woken up but most likely she’d end up shutting up and putting up in typical Sora fashion.

Somehow, her feet would find their way almost mechanically to the mess hall; it was part of the daily routine: wake up, dress, eat breakfast, practice, eat dinner, rest. The daily routine was a little of what kept Sora sane, the more unpredictable aspects of life serving to put her in a less favourable mood. But as she stood outside the pavilion that would lead into the mess hall, she would sigh and freeze a little at the thought of dealing with all the noise and bustling activity inside. Granted, it was nowhere near as busy as during the beginning of the year when /everyone/ would be there… But still more energy than she would like after a restless sleep. Instead, she would stand and stare as she contemplated whether to just go back to her room or actually eat; either way she knew she’d regret not picking the other.

As she made the decision, she would rub down the bridge of her nose, feeling an imaginary headache brewing already. It was funny how one thing could ruin an entire day so early on. Her eyes would glance by the different campers walking by, some familiar others not so but still getting a nod of acknowledgement or a small wave in silent greeting as she continued her contemplation, probably being a little overdramatic and looking like a crazy stalker or something for such a small worry she would try to keep from her expression.

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  Florence. Who knew that a young 15-year-old, Hanako Tanaka would be living in a statue halfway across the world from her hometown? Her new group felt like her new family, a new family that valued her and her abilities. In the 18 months that they’ve been together, she’s learned so much from everyone. She honed her powers like it was second nature to her, plus some athletic training that did her some good.
  
  It felt like any normal day when Hanako awoke in her room, her own room. She got her own room, it still felt kinda surreal to her that she didn’t have to share with her sister or anyone anymore. Plus it was so roomy, she had all the space to herself. Right when she moved in, she decorated just a little bit. She had some of her calligraphy scrolls hung up on the wall, her leatherbound book was sitting atop her desk alongside stray papers.
  
  The papers, if you’re wondering, are her research. As the group’s go-to strategist and planner, her input is crucial to any plan the group wishes to execute. Currently, the papers on her desk showed all kinds of information about the Sword of Peleus, the myth and legends behind its wielder, how the sword looked like, where it could possibly be, and just so much more information on the sword. The current mission to retrieve the sword was already underway, with Teilo traveling to multiple cities in Europe trying to find the damn thing. All the rest of the group had to do is wait for him to return, to see if he actually found it.
  
  To pass the time, she got ready. Changed out of her PJs, wrote in her journal, y’know just her normal morning routine if nothing was going on at the base. But luckily the day was about to get a bit more exciting. Hearing Teilo’s voice echo through the place, she heard that he got it.
  
  She immediately perked up. Grabbing an apple off of her bedside table for breakfast, she practically sprinted to meet Teilo at the entrance. “You got it? Really? My plan worked?” She spewed out questions quickly but excitedly. A smile could be seen on her face, she always took pride in any place she constructed. “Oh, can we see it, please Teilo? I’ve read too much about it to not get a glimpse of it at least. Please, please, please!” Hanako begged him, holding her apple in her hands, evident that she hadn’t eaten yet but that didn’t matter to her right now, she just wanted to see this sword up close.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[Athens]

Ian Lowenthall

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  Orin fraxiom

Resilience

is, of course, necessary for a warrior. But a lack of empathy isn't.

phil klay

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great warrior is also a scholar, and a poet, and an artist.

steven seagal

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Ian surfaces to the movement of his chest. Inhale. Exhale.

Awake.

His eyes ease open to the sight of moonlight and towering mountains all around the bowl of a valley he finds himself in. The world is still. No sound, no movement. Even the wind tousling the grass is with a voice, and Ian finds himself clenching his fist at the unease that's settled over him.

But there is one sound, harsh and grating against the silence… Scratching.

And when Ian turns towards the noise, he almost wished he (it?) hadn't. At first it seemed like human figure digging away at the ground, but once it turned... It was a macabre sight even under the cast of night, and the only comparison Ian’s brain could think of was if someone shrink wrapped the human form; mummy adjacent but still very much alive as it's bulging eyes burrowed into Ian’s own.

It's a breath of relief when it turns away.
Well… It was until the horror unearthed some kind of relic and Ian’s vision promptly blacked out. Story over. Resurfacing from sleep happened the way it usually did when Ian’s dreams were, unknowingly, hijacked by the higher powers that be.

He was disgruntled and hungry.

He knew that these kind of dreams weren't the usually scheduled programming; Ian's dreams were few and far in between and typically starred him floating in a twilight space amidst an inky void of darkness. He'd had a handful of vivid dreams like that since childhood, but nothing had ever come to it so he was choosing to blame it on the hyperactive mind of a demigod.

He did have a tendency to expect the worst. Because when gods and monsters exist, the apocalypse starts to seem much more likely.

Too discombobulated and too hungry, Ian decides to forgoe getting dressed and begins wandering towards the front door of the cabin where he is immediately intercepted by one of half siblings.
He scowls despite himself which only makes his sister smile in response.

“Ian, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Mari... Please,”

He hoped that would be enough to get her to recognize that he didn't not want to discuss whatever Cabin 6 agenda she couldn't wait to rope him into. But she pressed on and had the gall to roll her eyes at him too, pushing open the front door and gesturing for him to step out.

Ian groggily blinked the sun out of his eyes and begrudgingly fell into step beside his older sibling as she continued, “Honestly if you're going to be my successor as Head Counselor you need to start taking on more responsibility around here — I'm doing you a favor.”

Or doing herself a favor by lightening her workload… Ian smiled weakly.

They were at the dining hall already and Ian, now more alert, was scanning the area looking for an out as Mari went on a tangent about choosing a successor, or something.

“... Which is why, I want you to plan our strategy for capture the flag!” He froze, blinking at her owlishly.

“What?”

“Capture the flag. I want you to plan it. I already know you're good at strategy, because Athena duh, but you're a great fighter and it's like a right of passage for the older campers.”

Ian shook his head aggressively, stretching his hands out at her as if to send the offer back into her head.

“No. I don't do that kind of stuff. I fight. I do the offensive attacks. I'm not the planner or the leader. Take it back.”

His mind was now back on finding an escape route and he began making his way into the dining area towards the nearest table.

Mari pouted, reaching for Ian’s shoulder to nudge him. “Oh come Ian, it won't be that bad. I'll help you with any major logistics but you'd really be doing me a favor—

“Oh man, I’d love to consider this very important conversation. But I'm actually supposed to be meeting with my friend,”

He gestured to the table behind him.

“to discuss our own plans so this is where we'll have to part ways, sis.”

“Well I can join you, can't I–

“No, nope. It's private. No outsiders allowed,”

he sat down at the table he’d gestured to and shoved Mari in the direction towards the Athena table.

“Bye!”

Once he was certain that his half-sister had settled at their cabin table, Ian finally realized that he had no clue where he was sitting and turned awkwardly to face what he recognized as a child of Zeus. As if sitting somewhere random wasn't bad enough, he just so happened to choose one of the big 3 tables. Still there was no point in drawing Mari’s suspicion, so Ian grabbed some food and looked up at the familiar face in front of him. Orin. Quite the sociable one at camp. And the opposite of Ian.

He gave a weak smile, but it was more of a grimace,

“Hi. I'm going to be eating breakfast over here… If you don't mind.”

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[Squad141]

~ Cessily Ona

『 TAGGED 』 riseofrosetico

Cessily didn't tend to have good dreams, if any at all, but she always remembered the ones that mattered.
Like this one.
The man who reminded her of an anatomy model. The moon. The valley. The ripping of a blade from the Earth.
He's laughing like some kind of villain. Hm.
Rocks slide down the valley, and lightning flashes above as the dream ends.

Unlike most, Cessily did not wake with a start. She opened her eyes, staring up at the decorated ceiling. Slowly, she sat up, checking her key was still around her neck, and checking her watch. Mealtime already. At least she wasn't going to be late. Standing from her loft, Cessily did a few minutes of her morning stretches, before taking a quick look around the very empty Janus Cabin. As she began her morning routine to get ready for breakfast, she breifly wondered if it was fate that she would end up in a cabin by herself. Of course, Janus wasn't a major god, but he had to have other demigod children somewhere. Maybe he just hadn't claimed them. Or told them about camp.
Or cared about them like, at all.

Outside, the dining pavilions were bustling. The weather wasn't humid, and a nice breeze blew through the warm meals of many. There was, of course, a table that people thought to be used for the Janus Cabin, or any of the other minor gods, but Cessily wasn't putting up with it. Scanning the masses of conversation, she focused on someone. A girl, a daughter of Apollo, looking nervous (if not outright distressed). Weaving through the other campers, Cessily sidled up to her (Sora, she recalled as her name).

"Hey, morning. Are you doing alright? You look worried."

code by @Nano

~ Mazoku Hakomono

『 TAGGED 』 fraxiom , kakemha

In one of the rooms within the Apennine Colossus, the lanterns and candles were dimmed as Mazoku sat on the floor, the Hoki Naiden next to him. In the circle of paper before Mazoku, he was working on a piece of origami resembling a little man with an umbrella. Using an incantation and the paper, Mazoku set the figure down, and pressed his hands against the rough floor. Slowly, as he recited, he pushed his hands closer inwards to the figure, as the sounds of moans and growls inhabit the air nearby. A strange heat permeates the room, until Mazoku pushes his fingers onto the head of the paper man.

Leaning back, he looks at his handiwork. A second passes. Two seconds pass. C'mon... On the third second, the umbrella twitches, and after that, the origami man pops to life, looking around confused. Mazoku claps enthusiastically, happy that he finally nailed the binding incantation outside of Japan. He'd just bound a well spirit, a Pettenedda, who could be useful sometime later if they needed aid with manipulation of water or wells, something Mazoku also used to his benefit ever since he had come into his own abilities.

Then he heard Teilo. He had the sword.

Standing quickly, Mazoku rushed out into the entranceway where Hanako had already spawned next to Teilo (to no one's surprise) asking about the plan which had obviously worked. Mazoku smiled. While Teilo was always cold and brutal, punch-to-punch as the kids back home would say, Mazoku could see the tinges of a smile on his face.

"Great job, Teilo! Looks like you made it safely, good thing the mist worked and all that. I'm also interested in seeing the sword, since you've hyped it up so much."

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ZACHARIAS BLAKE.

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mood: slightly wary, overall playful.
tags: orin ( fraxiom ), ian ( Athens ).

The deep smell of earth and petrichor. Ethereal drops of rain, passing through a formless body. Mournful winds howling and thunderous roars from beyond the clouds and the frantic, harried breathing of someone- or something- on a mission.

Zac was aware, to an extent. He knew he wasn't present- he was simply an observer, a trespasser into the life of another. He also knew, inexplicably, that whoever his unconscious form had stumbled upon was somehow linked to himself, though in a distant manner, such as how two wolves of opposing packs may recognize each other as the same kind, yet opposite ilk.

The man laughs, a piercing sound that bounces through the distant mountains, echoing and multiplying until it becomes deafening in Zac's ears. He lifts his prize, and the unmistakable tang of blood fills Zac's mouth- countless deaths have been seen at the edge of this sword. Liquid earth drips down the fine metal like blood, and Zac hears the hum that echoes off the weapon, a song of battle, a cry for war.

Zac watches as the man turns- though it was barely a man. It's more of a specter, stripping the esse of a creature until only the quite literal bones were left. The only things left of the man that seemed alive were his eyes, grotesque and unnatural in their skeletal cage, seeming to stare straight at Zack and right through him simultaneously.

He lifts the cursed blade to the sky. Lightning strikes.

And Zac woke up in Cabin 13, the midmorning sunlight streaming through an open window and blinding Zac almost as much as his dream-lightning had.

Damn. Weird dream.

Zac rolled out of bed and tried to get himself organized as quickly as possible. The Hades cabin was unnaturally dark, unnaturally cold, and completely lifeless. It was mornings like these that made him miss the simple chaos of the Hermes cabin. He threw on his bright orange Camp Half-Blood tee and jeans, an outfit identical to what he'd worn nearly every day in camp, and hurried out the door of the cabin.

Summers at camp had always been Zac's favorite. The smell of ripe strawberries from the fields carried for miles across the camp, the oppressive heat cut by the splashes from the canoe races and the occasional Poseidon kid messing around by the lake. This time of day, most of the campers were making their way to the pavilion, where blurs of green-tinted nymphs rushed from here to there, arranging tables setting out platters of foodstuffs, though Zac could hear the whistling of arrows and the clanging of swords from those who preferred to get in some early training.

As Zac slinked into the mess hall, he quickly caught the gaze of the person he was looking for- one of his former cabinmates, a fifteen-year-old named Camlin who had a knack for making their way in and out of camp unnoticed. Zack approached them cautiously,

"Don't tell me that's your attempt at being stealthy, Nightshade," Camiln chortled.

Zac rolled his eyes.

"Do you have it or not?"

A plastic square flew the air, barely giving Zac enough time to catch it before it would've hit the marble floor. "Pokemon Scarlet, cracked for the DS. Took forever to find. I dunno why insist on staying on the stoneage."

"Well, you were able to find it, so why not?"

Zac tucked the game into his pocket.

"Just stay safe, alright? You heard about Lux- the Hypnos kid. Don't want you to be next."

"Don't you worry, O Shadow king," Camlin said, mock-bowing. "All you have to worry about are doing my chores for the next months for that. Oh, and maybe horse-man. Don't want him getting on your case, yeah?"

Zac whipped his head around, his eyes landing on Chiron, who was staring at the pair from across the hall. Zac turned back to reply, only to find Camlin had already disappeared. Oh, god damn it.

Attempting to divert the centaur's attention, Zac slid between tables, acting natural as one could when weaving between demigods and tree spirits. He slid down into the first empty seat he could find- which just so happened to be between two campers he already knew, somewhat.

"What he said,"

Zac chimed, piggybacking off of Ian's statement.

"Hey, Ian. Good to see you, Orin. How's Dublin?"

 

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"sometimes the people around you won't understand your journey. They don't need to, it's not for them."

While his physical body rested in his empty room inside the Apennine Colossus walls, Akeem's astral form was in the vastness of space, surfing the Astral Planes, meditating in solitary, away from the company of others, especially those in the group he joined. He wasn't sure if he should refer to them as coworkers or just acquaintances, but any way, he needed some alone time. Akeem was notorious within the Renegade group for keeping to himself, and it didn't help that no one knew much about him, not even where he came from. Not because he disliked them, but more out of concern that they wouldn't escape the disaster in his personal life, he preferred it that way.

He reflected on the brief months he had spent with them and the strategy Hanako had developed, which he was all too aware would work. Hanako was someone Akeem kept a tight eye on; although appearing innocent, the young person was more astute than a hawk and more intelligent than even the greatest mortal geniuses. He avoided her more often than most because he had a nagging suspicion that they knew something about him and he didn't like it. Her bright and upbeat demeanor irked him, and he was worried that she may erupt into rainbows and rain on him. Don't ask him why, his mind travels places even he doesn't comprehend. But Akeem respected her for having a thirst for knowledge that he could relate to.

With Mazoku's assistance in all things supernatural, even Akkem could concede that they were a stronger ally than he was. In Akeem's opinion, Mazoku was a better version of himself since he was everything that Akeem wasn't. He was a plant that would soon sprout into a magnificent tree because he was diligent, focused, and possessed a great drive for bettering himself—not just as a magician, but also as a person. Akeem would think poorly of himself and compare himself to him because he appreciated the way they carried themselves.

Simply put, Akeem was a man who was troubled and lost. He didn't understand why Teilo took him in or even why he keeps up with him; perhaps it was because the fact that no one knows anything about him poses a threat. He acknowledges that even the most mundane beings could benefit from knowledge. While everyone was doing their part in contributing to the team, Akeem was keeping the big guys up there from finding them. Since Akeem was sensitive to both divine and mystical forces, he frequently knew what the gods were attempting to do or were intending to do. That wasn't flawless, though; Thoth could outsmart him if he so chose. He understood his limitations knowing he was also part human.

Akeem decided he had done enough meditation when he went back to his body and back to his chamber. His body strangely reacted to the presence of the blade as soon as Teilo entered through the entrance with it, sending goosebumps coursing through his skin. Hearing what seemed to be a conversation close to the entrance, Akeem concluded that Teilo had arrived and was successful in his mission. He walked up to the door to see if Teilo was when he noticed Mazoku and Hanako there, the latter of whom was nagging poor Teilo about the sword. Although he was relieved that their hunt was at an end, Akeem was more concerned than delighted. Akeem observed from a distance of a few feet from the others while keeping his arms crossed.

The danger of their situation was now more obvious than before, and he hoped Teilo didn't allow his minor success to go to his head. All the potential negative outcomes raced through his mind at a rapid pace; he was almost overthinking things. Although the blade may be strong, it won't grant him omnipotence. And Akeem was quite wary of the many things it can and will attract.

Heart Filled With Tears

Just Finn

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Athens]

Kiran Rai (Kee)

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It is easier

to find men who will

volunteer to die,

than to find those who are willing to

endure pain

with patience.

julius caesar

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It still amused Kee, how he’d gone from slumming it in the states to sleeping in a room of his own across the ocean in Italy. It felt like a joke, no matter how pleasant it may seem.

The universe didn’t give his guys like Kee nice things; it was much more satisfying to beat him down and see how long he could go without breaking. Anything pleasant or a reprieve was to lure him into a false security and watch his face when it was all ripped away.

It didn’t matter that he’d been with the group for weeks, going on months, he still slept on the floor most nights.

Everyone was doing their own thing this morning and Kee felt no need to rush interactions, so instead he sat on the unused bed and messed around with his things. The thing his eyes were most drawn to was the capsule, about the size of his palm, grey metal and unassuming. He hasn’t opened it since before he’d joined the “merry” band of renegades and part of him felt guilty despite himself. The shadowy creature inside didn’t feel, not in the way people did, but sometimes Kee swore time had made it more. More like him than the others.
And in some ways, that…

He opened the container and darkness and fear radiated out, constricting the lungs of the young man for a brief moment before it faded instantaneously.

It was a trick of the creatures. Triggering your body into flight/freeze mode by its mere presence. Increasing the fear response. It even got Kee occasionally if he wasn’t mentally prepared for it, but instead it was like shaking off a cold chill.

The creature stacked its wispy form up into a more humanoid form. One that mirrored Kee’s own and he rolled his eyes as it regarded him,

“Cute. You have time to learn how to mimic me, but still haven’t figured out how to leave me alone.”

The creature shifted as if to shrug before disregarding Kee entirely to wander around the room.

“If you’re strong enough to remain this long, surely you can exist without me,”

Kee leaned back on the bed as the creature drifted around observing different objects; hunting for remnants of fear and pain, no doubt… Kee didn’t know if the thing needed to feed, but if so, he was definitely a neglectful… owner(?).

“Hell, then you wouldn’t have to be in the can all the time. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

No response. He hadn’t really expected one as the shadowed, horror version of his silhouette continued its sweep. A complete change of scenery after months would disorient most animals so Kee left the creature to its inspection, and exited the room to go investigate something more interesting, like the sudden commotion in the common area. It wouldn’t go far from its capsule right now unless someone decided now was a perfect time to freak out or harm themselves.

He’d like to think he had better luck than that.

The activity seemed to be a result of Teilo’s arrival. And by the enthusiasm from Hanako, he could only assume both the planning and retrieval part of Teilo’s mission went well. Kee pushed in a little, so that he had a line of sight of Teilo’s bag, but still kept further back closer to Akeem than Hanako and Mazoku just in case the relic proved to be as dangerous as the lore foretold.

“Alright. Step 1 down Teilo. Show us the fruit of our (More like Teilo and Hanako’s) labor, then. We’re practically dying in anticipation here.”

His voice was tinged with a bit more sarcasm than intended, seeing as he was rather curious, but he couldn’t not mock the almost childlike enthusiasm of the others.

coded by reveriee.

 

[fraxiom]

orin gorman

mood

confused

outfit

dressing gown and sweatpants

location

mess hall

tags

ian Athens , zac phnx.

role

the fool

In the end, Orin settled on raisins. It didn't really make much of a difference to him either way; almost everything tasted exactly the same, anyway.

He returned to his table with the pastry in hand and scoured the central food reserve for things to add. A smear of hazelnut spread here, a glob of jam there, and once he had decided that he wanted to garner a response of disgust from his apathetic younger sister, he dipped the tip of his breakfast into a small pot of garlic aioli, smiling widely as Cara retched and covered her eyes.

He'd finished most of it by the time he was joined by two of the other boys, both avoiding the penetrative gaze of the centaur and choosing his table to do so. Realistically, it was counterintuitive of them — avoiding attention by sitting with the camp's most illustrious attention seeker — but maybe they were using him as a shield of sorts. Regardless of what their intentions were, he welcomed them with a wave and a nod. "Pull up a chair, Ian. We're severely lacking in pretty boys here," he said, and then to Zac: "Two for the price of one. It must be my lucky day." He pondered the question of his home briefly, swirling a glass of water in his hand as he did it. "Well, the housing market's still shit, but everything else is as sound as a whistle. I got hired at a bar, you know." He simmered in the pride for a second or two. "I got fired like, two weeks later, but hey, I'm hireable!"

Orin took a look around the room then, taking mental note of the general aura of the camp. The all-rounders, as he knew them, seemed a little more downtrodden than usual, their eyes festering with faraway looks, their brows creased with worry. As he watched the ritual processions of breakfast, his eyes landed on Ariane, the current sole member of the Hecate cabin. What he knew about her was limited, but his understanding was that she specialised in necromancy and death magic, having been proclaimed 'most likely to fall in love with a ghost' a few years ago at the campfire. She was a thin and tall girl, with eyes that looked two sizes too big for her head, and as she walked — toward the table he was sitting at, he realised — a head of short, neon green hair bounced up and down.

When she spoke, it wasn't to him, which Orin found to be a relief. "Can you see them?" Ariane asked Zac. From afar, she had looked as composed as ever, but close proximity betrayed the subtle paranoia settling behind her widened eyes. "They're everywhere. They won't talk to me, they're just watching. Can you see them?"

Orin looked between Ariane, Zac and Ian, clearly searching for something that would explain her outburst. "Well, this conversation has taken a turn. Ian, how's school going? Y'have a good trip here? Anything to say that isn't fresh out a haunted house?"

He didn't notice that, while he was rambling through his own confusion, Chiron was making his presence known at the front of the mess hall. The centaur cleared his throat intentionally, drawing some of the campers' eyes, and to garner more, spoke. "May I have everybody's attention, please?"

coded by reveriee.

 

[fraxiom]

teilo griffiths

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black hoodie, black jeans

location

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hanako kakemha mazoku Squad141 akeem Xen6n kiran Athens

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the renegade sun

Teilo hadn't really expected such a big reaction to his return. Though life with the group had been going on for nearly two years, he still found himself astounded by his sudden presence in the world. There were people who knew him, knew what he wanted, and were part of his fight. Compared to the rest of a life lived mostly in solitude, this was quite a culture shock. Still, he battled with the urge to run away from them all and find his place in the world alone; this was only trumped by his ambition to complete the task given to him by his absent father.

Hana was a flock of seagulls descending on the bag like a burger dropped on the seaside, cawing her excitement and her questions and her wants. It was hard not to find her endearing. Mazoku and Akeem watched on with a touch more composure, while Kiran let wry words flow from his mouth like treacle. "Not so much as a 'hello'. How charming," said Teilo. He wasn't serious, but that may not have been clear to anyone who hadn't spent an extended time in close proximity to him. His tone and tenor rarely changed for the benefit of others. "It's a bit rusty. It's been buried for a couple of millennia, so don't expect it to shimmer."

After that disclaimer was made, he shrugged the bag off of his shoulder and set about opening it. To have an object of such power contained by something so mundane was rather ironic, he knew, but it had worked a charm regardless. "Security thought it was a golf club. The mist is a beautiful thing," he commented as he wrapped his fingers around the handle of the blade. With this touch, Teilo was exposed for a moment to the list of souls this weapon had had a part in reaping. Heavy with the death of its enemies, he hesitated to push the weight of the souls away before holding it up to the light for the group to bear witness. "Like I said, it needs a polish."

He looked at the sword, then at the group. He settled on Hana. "Take it. You can study it if you'd like. It might prove useful."

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[riseofrosetico]

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SORA

Ah, apparently her attempt to mask her own anxieties was… massively failing to say the least despite using most of her willpower to try and replace the more worried expression with her typical cool and apathetic one. It wasn’t as though that dream was anything different from the regular horrors experienced by a demigod, but something about it just felt… off, to say the least. Even now standing by the edge of the pavilion she could feel that overwhelming sense of dread causing a lump in the back of her throat without even mentioning just how unsettling the vision of that skeleton… anatomic model… whatever the hell it was thing. She was gonna have nightmares about that for weeks.

Those thoughts would have disturbed her for longer if it weren’t for the sudden appearance of the girl beside her, one who she could almost instantly put a face to a name. Cesilly. It was pretty common knowledge the campers who came from the houses of the minor gods, or in this case a god that wasn’t even Greek, particularly because most of them had far fewer residents in comparison to the more major gods and goddesses and some of them had… larger personalities. She could count several people who held at least a little resentment, both major and minor, over their godly parenthood whether it be because they were claimed too late or if they were even claimed at all, it was like one sucky game of Russian roulette and the children left behind by the gods were the ones left to take the bullet. But whilst Sora wasn’t one who detested the hand she had been dealt, it was easy to understand why some were a little unsettled with the whole idea.

As for Cessily herself, Sora would consider them acquaintances but not just friends just yet despite both of them being year rounders. It was primarily the occasional greeting when they passed each other or sitting close enough for conversation by the campfire, but honestly she didn’t know too much about the girl aside from the endless gossip that circulated around the camp about almost /every/ camper; that’s what happened when you placed a bunch of halfblood teenagers within orbit of each other though. Sora tried not to partake in the gossip though sometimes the things that circulated around the Apollo cabin about injuries campers sustained were… almost impossible to believe, but made for good campfire stories at the very least.

Rather than continuing staring into space and ignoring the poor girl who was at least a little bit of a distraction for now, she’d turn her body to not look rude as she spoke, trying even harder this time to put on a more composed mask whilst taking somewhat of a deep breath. “I’m fine… Just… Still tired? I didn’t sleep very well.” Lame excuse, but she didn’t feel ready to divulge her nightmares to someone this early in the morning, else she might just be sick. Her hand would reach up to twirl a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of place; around them the campers were continuing to flock in and out of the mess hall and if they didn’t hurry up they probably wouldn’t find anywhere that wasn’t completely overrun with people. So she would change the subject, offering up a light half smile. “Want to grab breakfast together? Unless you’ve already eaten…” By the time she’d asked, a little of the sound had died down within the environment around them.

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  The sword. It was finally in their grasp. Of course it was. She was never one to brag, but after the plan was all fleshed out, it had a 100 percent chance of succeeding. The only way for the plan to fail was if Teilo didn’t follow her instructions to the letter. It was nice to see that he trusted her powers and more importantly her.
  
  Teilo reached into his backpack and pulled out the sword. How the mist could disguise anything that cool as a regular old gold club? That she would never know but she was glad her eyes weren’t affected by the mist. She got to see everything for what it was, for the most part. That was enough to cast aside Kee’s mock of her childlike enthusiasm. From all the weapons they’ve gathered so far, she was glad that she could see them in their original form. It helps her study them better, study the history and stories behind these weapons.
  
  As Teilo held it up, she agreed, it did need one hell of a polish. But aside from that, its original shape was still very much intact. It looked just like it did in the sketches she made based on the description passed down over the millennia. It looked awesome, you could tell from a glance that it’s definitely seen its fair share of battle.
  
  As many times the weapons have passed through Hana for study, she still got excited whenever she was given permission to study an artifact. This doesn’t happen every day, not everyone gets the chance to get their hands on weapons of mass destruction from Greek mythology.
  
  Taking the sword from him, she holds the blade firmly in one of her hands while the tip of the blade rests gently on her other hand. Pulling it closer to her face and slightly more up to the light, she practically studied the sword from every angle. And just from that, she got a lot of information from it and from the stories that she studied.
  
  “Ok, here’s the baseline that I got.” She said as she placed the sword a little higher than she normally would so the group wouldn’t have the look down at the sword for her entire explanation. “Obviously forged by a child of Hephaestus. The fact that it survived underground for this long practically proves that.” After that, she changed the way she held it. She held it like she would in a battle, basically the normal way to hold a sword.
  
  “The next parts a cross-referenced with myths and legends. We know that the sword was there during the adventures of the argonauts. It slayed a Caledonian boar.” She told them as she switched the hand that the sword that in. She chuckled a little for the next part. “As much as this was Peleus’ sword, this thing had a ton of history with the king of Iolcus.” She paused as she recounted the story about this era. “Apparently the sword passed through king Acastus’ possession since he had the sword in the mountains. In the end, it was ultimately retrieved by, you would never guess, Chiron.”
  
  They were finally nearing the end of the sword’s journey. “Then we get to the war part, the successful battle against Iolcus. This was the blade that killed the wife of the king. I mean, the damned thing was present when eris’ apple started the Trojan War in the Olympic throne room. This thing has definitely seen war.” They were finally at the end. “To end it all off, we all know that it was the method of Peleus’ death.”
  
  She finally looked up to see the boys’ faces, she hadn’t given them time for any questions throughout her long-winded explanation of what she learned about the sword. She may have gotten a bit too excited and shared everything she knew. “Sorry if it was long.” She apologized sheepishly. But she had one more thing that she needed to do.
  
  With the sword in hand, she walked over to Akeem and held the sword out to him. “Want to give it a try?” She asked. Even with the other weapons and artifacts they brought back after they went through Hanako, she always brought them to Akeem. It was always helpful getting someone else’s perspective. It was also a way to get him to interact with the group more, but he didn’t need to know about that.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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