#quest (6)

[sunchosens]

@camphalfbloodnetwork quest 6: deceased characters

“I’ll show them ‘love is worthless,’“ Silena Beauregard grumbled as she strapped on her armor. "I’ll pulverize them!”

[oikawas]

@camphalfbloodnetwork​: quest 6: deceased characters - bianca di angelo

You must listen to me. Holding a grudge is dangerous for a child of Hades. It is our fatal flaw. You have to forgive. You have to promise me this.

[j-murphy]

@camphalfbloodnetwork: quest 6: deceased characters: zöe nightshade 

let the world honor you, my huntress, live forever in the stars

[camphalfbloodnetwork]

The Big Three hope you haven’t been slacking on your training, demigods, because it’s time to once again to prepare for battle. Monsters won’t wait around for you to take a break, so you’d better strap on your armor quick.

This is another open participation quest, so anyone is welcome to create something!

QUEST 6: DECEASED CHARACTERS

Info:

Triumphant once again, Cabin 13 has journeyed once again to meet with the Oracle and confer on our latest Quest. The Big Three are always watching, and with Cabins soon to be expanding, it’s more important that ever that every half-blood fights for the win. This time around, we’re celebrating our dead.

How it Works:

Reblog this post to spread word among fellow demigods

Create something (playlist, moodboard, character poster, fanart, etc.) to honor the deceased characters of the pjo/hoo universe.

Use the caption: @camphalfbloodnetwork: quest 6:  deceased characters quote/caption here

use the tags #camphalfbloodnet and #quest 6

The Quest runs from January 4th to January 28th. As always, the competition between Cabins is as fierce as ever. May the gods be with you.

[stonetheqrow]

cxrdcxptor 

“Ooone.”

    Whether this count off is for the loud bang upon the door to the bar, or the amounts of sips he’s taken from his glass is unknown. Comfortably does he sit in the abandoned establishment contrasting the chaos displayed outside.

“Twooo.”

It seems his last sip was more of a gulp as ice slam against his teeth. The man spluttering and rocking back on the stool in surprise. He would’ve fallen straight off the seat if not for his iron like grip on the railing of the bar. 

“Three?”

Sorrowfully does he look down from his empty glass to the front door. He had gotten used to the poundings every hour but these were happening more rapidly than before. It was when that knock Four, Five, and Six came in quick succession that he raised up to make his way to the entrance in a hurry. The container of his liquid courage practically tossed in exchange for a had on his weapon.

One hand on the hilt hanging off his back, the other on the door knob as he forced it open to be met face to face with a possible enemy.

Instead... was a little girl.