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Half-Blood Hill Mods ([personal profile] halfbloodhillmods) wrote in [community profile] halfbloodhill_logs2014-01-29 07:19 pm

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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.
foreverystory: (resolve face)

[personal profile] foreverystory 2014-01-30 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Mike wakes up from the same dream he's had every night for months, the howls of Fenrir, thrashing against his bonds, fading into the screams of the harpies. And Gale's up and heading out. Mike slides out of his bunk with a thump, grabbing for his shoes and armour.]

Wait, we shouldn't be out alone.

[He grabs his sword and gun belt and then he's ready. He won't delay Gale by much.]
ensared: (on a mission)

[personal profile] ensared 2014-01-30 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a small, prideful voice in the back of his head telling Gale that he doesn't need someone to accompany him. The blood of Invidia is running hot in his veins, ready to retaliate against these werewolves that are infiltrating their camp for no reason other than hurt the innocent people here. It's infuriating that they would even think of doing this, especially since there's nothing been done to provoke it. At least, nothing that he knows of.

Still, Mike has a point, so Gale pauses long enough for him to catch up. He eyes the weapons warily, thinking that he's glad he doesn't have to lug a sword with him, but at the same time, he wishes he still had it, just in case one of them gets close enough that his bow becomes useless. ]


I'm heading to the woods to check on the traps. [ Come with me, or don't. It doesn't need to be said. ]