PJO RPG

Lightning and thunder cracks the cobblestone walkway of Camp Halfblood, the soft trickle of rainwater remembering, by some divine intuition, that it belongs into the waves and folds of Poseidon's sea. Around you, staring at the most obscure of newcomers, campers gather, armaments at the ready, neither welcoming, nor unwelcoming, you. A girl steps forwards. "The gods see fit to let you have ventured here, but we don't know if your friend or foe. Hopefully foe. I'd like to use my new dagger."