Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 16:39:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>The Forest</strong><br><br>(http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/807/theforest.jpg) (http://img153.imageshack.us/i/theforest.jpg/)<br><em>Warning: Half-Bloods not allowed. Only to be used for Capture the Flag events. Monsters roam free at all other times. Any hero stupid enough to enter, we check the forest every morning and we'll collect your body.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Mr. D, Camp Director</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:16:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta's an idiot.</em></div><br>Looking down at the map in her hands, Rosetta cursed silently and sighed in frustration. <br><br>"Oh honestly, Rosetta...how do you manage to get lost all the time?"<br><br>She was angry with herself, but she kept hoping she'd see the lake eventually. However, she must have taken a wrong turn, as now she was thoroughly lost amid massive trees and dark shadows. Still, she didn't recognize the danger. <br><br>"And now I'm going to miss the campfire, sing-a-long and smores. I love smores."<br><br>She almost whined the last word as she imagined the Graham crackers with chocolate and marshmallow between. Sighing wistfully as her mouth watered, she kept walking...hoping that she'd find something familiar soon. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:35:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>The Birds</em></div><hr><br>The forest was forbidden for a reason. Mr. D liked the challenge. He had no love for the half-blood heroes. He found them impulsive and brash. That was why the Sky Lord had punished him to serve as camp director here. It, along with not being able to drink wine, was the ultimate punishment for him. In return, he did very little to keep the campers from being killed. He knew many of them couldn't stand the idea of monsters being so close by and not being able to kill them at will. He felt that they'd want to 'prove' themselves by doing something stupid. Sometimes he was right and those campers were usually found, in pieces, during the morning check of the forest. Sometimes the harpies would throw the bodies campers caught after curfew into the forest so the monsters would have food. Sometimes they threw them in here alive so watch the run screaming from a Nemean Lion cub.<br><br>The scent of a half-blood walking so willingly into the forest stirred the creatures within it. Rosetta's scent was very strong from being among her own kind and from eating food cooked by the harpies.<br><br>The leaves of the trees around her moved, but not from the wind. The weight of so many Stymphalian birds rustled the leaves and made the branches groan.The man-eating birds clicked their Celestial bronze beaks and eyed her. They were sizing her up. Watching her to see if she had any weapons. Also waiting to see if she would travel further in. With their great numbers, they could over come most if not all enemies. Their metallic feathers were in need of oiling and creaked slightly whenever one of them moved. <br><br>To the untrained eye, it would appear as if a murder of crows were simply watching Rosetta.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:58:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div align="center"><em>Clint seeks some prey...</em></div></div><br>In the form of the dark feathered hawk he flew around camp a while, dipping his wings low along the edge of the forest he looked for something to entertain him. Mostly he was out to kill something, it was not for some quest or the favor of some god like his idiot relatives tended to do, it was simply for the rush of the hunt. A bloody trophy to take, a macabre totem left. Where others wanted to create art from canvas and paint, he created his masterpieces with bone, blood and torn sinew. With his heightened vision he managed to see something in the forest that should not have been, his curosity felt drawn and he descended slowly towards the area to perch on a branch to watch. <br><em>Stupid girl... </em><br><br>But he did not swinging to the rescue as his cousin would, he did not seek the glory others did. Clint was curious if he should let her perish and raise her for his own, a daughter of Aphrodite loyal to him only. He would have scoffed at the idea if he had the ability to, but he couldn't. For now he watched, noticing that he was not the only one watching the red head. <br><em>Stupid girl...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:12:55</strong>
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				She finally stopped and looked around, unable to see the man-eating birds, but able to sense the danger. Sighing, she leaned against a tree. <br><br>"Idiot...I'm such a frickin' idiot. I could have asked someone for exact directions, but no...I had to go and get myself lost in the forest. And now I'll probably be killed by something nasty on my first day here. Great. Just peachy."<br><br>She didn't have any weapons on her, and when she heard the rustling, it was above her in the trees. That meant she couldn't climb a tree for defense. Leaning down, she pulled a thick stick from the undergrowth and held it defensively. She had a feeling her seduction powers wouldn't work on animals, and that was bad news for her. Looking around wildly, she walked a bit, trying to find the exit when she heart the metallic scraping again. Swallowing her fear, she took a deep breath and spoke loudly. <br><br>"Alright...come on out! Let's get this over with."<br><br>Sending up a prayer, she realized these might be her last moments alive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:32:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>The Black Swarm</em></div><hr><br>Being that this was the first day of the summer, most of the monsters in the forest hadn't had any half-blood prey or flesh in nearly six months. Most of the year round campers either didn't go into the forest during the off months, or were strong enough to survive it. The forest was also less inhabited during the winter months due to the lack of shelter and food. <br><br>Rosetta's scent was like pure ecstasy for them. They barely noticed Clint. Probably because of his time spent away from other half-bloods, in the underworld, and his bird form. It was harder for them to track things that weren't in a mortal form. All their eyes were on Rosetta and her pretty red hair.<br><br>She picked up the stick and the birds took that as a sign of a challenge. They didn't understand words. Only actions. Unless the words came from the God that created them, Ares. Even then, they didn't always follow his orders. The stick being raised meant one thing to them: Attack and feed.<br><br>Their wings creaked and groaned as they quickly spread them and pushed into the air. The trees swayed dangerously at the sudden lifting of the weight. The air above the forest, above Rosetta, was covered in a cloud of black for a moment before they dove back downwards. They swirled like a tornado and aimed their sharp beaks at the Half-Blood daughter. The ones closest to her brought their legs forward and opened their claws as a bird of prey would do when catching fish from the water. They worked as a perfect swarm. Each of the thousand birds taking a dive at her with their talons and beaks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 18:52:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta is suddenly in a Hitchcock movie.</em></div><br>That's when she saw her life flash before her eyes. As she heard the commotion, she looked up and gasped as a dozen gleaming eyes seemed focused on her. <br><br>"Oh crap..."<br><br>She almost dropped the stick and ran, but if there was one thing she was worse at than fighting, it was running. Basically, unless the enemy was a higher life-form with a penis, then she was doomed. And somehow she didn't think flashing or seducing these birds would help at all. Unless she wanted her nipples pecked off...which she didn't. <br><br>She raised the stick high and began swinging it wildly, hitting a few, but feeling their razor sharp wings tear into her arm and rip her shirt along the front. Her jeans were snagged, and they pecked at her face and neck, making her bleed. Still, she never stopped swinging the stick, even as she fell to the ground in pain as they ripped her shirt halfway down the front. She wanted to yell for help, but the attack was so overwhelming that she couldn't get anything out but a choked whimper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:43:59</strong>
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				As the swarm descended so did Clint, he could hear the squawking and the screeches of those birds. He did not need to understand their chirping to assume what they were desiring, her flesh. Not in the ways a daughter of Aphrodite was known to be desired, for if the beasts had it their way, they would tear her apart and consume her to the bone. It was the small assumption earlier at dinner that moved his hand, she was not claimed by her mother yet and in many ways she was like him when he came to the camp as a young boy many years ago, weak. <br><strong><br>"Is that the best a daughter of lustful Aphrodite has to offer?" </strong><br>Shifting from his form he dropped to her side, ripping at the air to consume them in a misty shroud of darkness that thickened with every passing moment. His hand reached for hers and he tossed her over his shoulder after swatting her weapon away. With her secure in place he summoned forth a swirling shield of jagged bone, protecting the two of them and acting as a bladed barrier against the flying hostiles. As much as he would have loved to play with the birds, he knew those were only the scouts, more would be drawn if he did not make haste to reach the safety of the camp...<br><strong>"The hell are you thinking!" </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:14:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>The Calm Before the Storm</em></div><hr><br>Not even the son of Hades seemed to deter their attack. The Stymphalian birds <em>cawed</em> and squawked loudly as the smell of another half-blood filled the air. Clint's entrance into the battle seemed to excite them more. Stirring them into a frenzy. If Mr. D had let them out of the forest once in a while they might not of become so blood crazy, but he liked them that way. Whatever the Stymphalian birds didn't kill, the other creatures would. Their metal bodies hit hard against the shielding that Clint had created, but it didn't stop them. They kept dive bombing the two heroes, attempting to break through the barrier.<br><br>Clint was right to think that they were just scouts or the first wave. The birds were always the first as they waited year round in the trees for the heroes they saw walking around to come into the forest. Rosetta's yelling and her blood being spilled would attract more. <br><br>On the other side of Clint's dark mist and his shield, the birds suddenly stopped their attack. They squawked a little and flew back to their trees, flocking their way further into the forest. The creaking of their wings disappeared. Very few things other than a loud noise could make them fly off.<br><br>The ground shook a little, not even enough for anyone outside the forest to register, and a large mound of dirt started to rise just outside Clint's protective spell and shield. It was at least five times the size of a normal ant hill and the tip opened up slowly as a pair of large antenna poked out. Large pincers clicked loudly as the first Myrmeke poked it's black head from the dirt. The creature crawled out, looking much like a cross between a spider and an ant. It's antenna hovered around Clint's spell for a moment before issuing a large clicking noise to summon the others. The forest was oddly silent as the creatures filed out of their dirt mound.<br><br>Some would think the half-bloods were better off with the birds. At least they would kill the two of them. Myrmekes would attempt paralyze them and drag them under ground for food storage for winter months.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:24:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta is rescued by Clint...her scowling knight in bone armor. </em></div><br>She had tried to scream again, but she ended up having to guard her face with her arms and crouch down. She'd managed to whack a good few of them, but eventually her stick snapped, and she was pathetically defenseless. She was essentially in a ball trying to pray when she sensed another's presence. <br><br>Rosetta looked up and saw an inky black shadow swirling and blocking her, and then squeaked in surprise as he hoisted her over his shoulder. She didn't fight it, though, and soon they were "safe" behind some make-shift morbid cage. Breathing hard, she looked at him and realized it was the boy that she'd been a bit smitten with in the pavilion. Still, she tried to look tough and spoke firmly. <br><br>"I was trying to find the lake, and I got lost. Daughters of Aphrodite aren't exactly known for their combat skills."<br><br>Her heart raced as she closed her eyes and slowly her hair went from tangled to smooth ringlets, as well as her skin cleaning itself. She still had cuts and bruises that were quite bad, but she wasn't going to mention them. Instead she made eye contact with Clint and tilted her head. Her eyes held the seductive sparkle, but her voice was innocent.<br><br>"Thank you for helping me."<br><br>She leaned forward without thinking and kissed his cheek in gratitude. However, she suddenly heard the birds leave them alone, and she was about ready to celebrate when she felt the rumble. Looking at the pile of earth, she grimaced when she saw the creature emerge.<br><br>"Ah eff...."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:52:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Fuck me... </em></div><br>It felt a little he was running the gauntlet, the appearance of one meant it would bring more. The kiss on his cheek was nothing but a distraction, his hand moving to pull the dagger from his sheath which extended out two feet to its full length. The rune blade had been a gift from his father, but like any gift from Hades, there was a catch. She was already bloody, her scent was in the air and that would bring in much more after her. <br><strong>"Shut up and stay alive, hold on to my arm." </strong><br><br>The blade was shoved into the earth, acting as a focal point. <em>I can turn up the earth also motherfuckers...</em> A diabolic smirk spread across his lips as cracks in the earth formed and spread in the general vicinity like a spider web. The hairline cracks widened and the temperature around them spiked dramatically as flame shot out of the under world itself to incinerate some of the over sized beasts roaches as the swarmed in on the both of them. Channeling his energy into the blade, he made the flames shoot higher and faster to drag the dead creatures into his father's domain. A chuckle escaped his lips, this night was not turning out so bad after all but his endurance was draining&nbsp; from using the blade without proper preparation. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:05:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Mmm...I wish.</em></div><br>She didn't need to be told twice, and at his order, she grabbed onto his arm firmly. She didn't appreciate being told to shut up, but he was saving her life. It wasn't exactly the best time to argue. The beasts were getting closer, but Rosetta showed no fear...only curiosity...as he pulled out his dagger and stabbed the ground. At first she wanted to ask what he was doing, but when the cracks spread, even she could feel the heat. Soon flames erupted, and she watched in fascination as the creatures were vanquished. <br><br>Her red lips were parted in shock as she remained by his side, her arms weaved through his and her body pressed against his skin. Swallowing, she spoke low. <br><br>"Wow."<br><br>She didn't know what else to say, so she simply waited for him to move. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:44:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint gets a friend...</em></div><hr><br>The Myrmekes screeched and howled, even though the lacked the body parts to make such noise, as they sank back into the ground. A few of their dead bodies remained on the surface, spurting something green and bubbling. When ever the stuff touched a leaf or a plant, the greener shriveled up and decayed. A moment later the bodies melted away and the ground was left with the puddles of green, blood acid.<br><br>There was a burst of Greek fire from one of the Myrmekes' dirt mounds and a large mastiff dog bound out of it. The dog was pitch black in color with glowing red eyes. It was nearly the size of a full grown bear. It appeared to have a collar made of human finger bones with a small dog tag and a note attached to it.<br><br>The beast growled at Rosetta, but bound up to Clint and rolled over on it's stomach for him. The note was addressed to Clint. The paper looked almost like stretched, human skin and the writing was blood red.<br><br><em>Son,<br><br>Thank you for the Myrmekes. They will make good guards in the Field of Punishments. Always nice to have something new to put in there. I take it your trip back to camp was successful. You wouldn't happen to know where that red skull went, would you?<br><br>Anyways, this is Mrs. O'Leary, she's a Hellhound. She's been begging for a vacation for centuries. I figured the centaur wouldn't mind you having a pet for the summer. She'll only obey you and your sister.<br><br>-Dad</em><br><br>The dog roll back over and started lapping up the puddles of green acid. It bubbled and hissed, but didn't appear to hurt her.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 02:33:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>A hell hound! Fucking Score! </em></div><br>His eyebrow lifted in curiosity as the hell hound showed up, for a brief moment he was about to curse his luck as it was a bad time for his father to come seeking the red skull. Luckily the beast presented him the note and he moved to bend down at its side and rub its belly, retrieve the letter before it went off to lap away at the green bubbly acid/poison. <br><strong>"Hey if you get sick, I am going to send you to Demeter's gardens to fertilize it."</strong><br><br>Whistling sharply, he pulled away from the red head as he retrieved his rune sword, the long blade retracting for him to sheath it once more. <br><strong>"Common girl, let's get you back to camp, you to Mrs. O'Leary"</strong><br>Tossing Rosetta a wicked glance back, he walked back towards the camp, amused and curious how she would react to be called like a dog, surely no daughter of Aphrodite would put up with such an insult.<br><strong>"Watch the green shit, it will burn more then Greek fire itself." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:25:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta is not a dog...although she might like to try doggy-style in the future.</em></div><br>At first Rosetta tried to reach for the dog, but it growled, and she frowned before pulling her hand away. Maybe it just needed some time. This was all incredibly unusual, but Rosetta loved new things, and to her...this was excitement at its best. As the danger subsided and Clint relaxed, she turned to him when he whistled and assumed he was calling the dog...which was oddly named "Mrs. O'Leary," but then he made it obvious that he was treating her like his bitch. <br><br>Pressing her lips together, Rosetta raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and put her hands on her ample hips. Letting out a huff, she was obviously angered, but he had just saved her life...so she tried to control herself for now. She might not be a daughter of Ares, but she had a short temper. She was careful to avoid the green crap, and then caught up to him.<br><br>"I don't appreciate your comparison of me to a dog, Mr. Void."<br><br>He didn't know her name, but she'd seen Mr. D and Chiron introduce him to the camp.<br><br>"Anyway...I'm Rosetta. And how did you know I was a daughter of Aphrodite?"<br><br>She remembered him calling her that at the beginning, and as she walked behind him, her mind filled with all sorts of ways to get him back for the insult.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:57:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Deal with a clothed daughter of Aphrodite or the birds and ants? Send the birds and ants again! </em></div><br><strong>"Well tough, the forest is not the best time to bring up such matters. If you think I am saving you again, guess again. Heroes always end up repenting when they find themselves in the underworld, trust me."</strong><br>The camp was a little further up a small ridge, Clint was wondering how the red head had gotten so far. The hell hound sniffed at the air and sprinted forward, acting like a normal dog would but it was also making sure that nothing sneaked up onto them. <br><strong>"Well Rosetta, your lack of fighting prowess eliminates you as a daughter of Athena or Ares. Not to mention your make up is perfect even if the rest of you is battered and scratched up is proof enough, a common trait to your mother. But the way you tried to charm me earlier at the pavillion, that was all the proof I needed. Now, Rosetta, come, let us get out of the forest before it gets darker. </strong><br><br>Waiting for her to catch up, he walked with her side by side to the camp. His hands shoved into his pockets as he was getting cold and would not mind finding a seat next to the warming fires that night. <br><strong>"I'll take you to the big house so they can patch you up and try to stay away from the woods unless you have someone that can swing a sword." </strong><br>He walked with her to the big house that acted as an infirmary.<br><strong>"This is the place, see ya."</strong><br>Clint walked off and made a path to the bonfires, dusting off his jacket as he disappeared into the mingling demigods. <br><br>(Back to the camp!&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:12:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Mean people suck.</em></div><br>Rosetta curled her lip at him and gritted her pearly teeth.<br><br>"I said thank you, did I not? And I'm sorry if I ruined your evening, but it was an accident!"<br><br>She frowned and then blushed furiously when he said that he had noticed her trying to charm him. Embarrassed, the young redhead cleared her throat awkwardly and considered denying it...but had never thought much about dishonesty. Which usually got her into trouble...<br><br>"Oh...yeah...I guess I did do that."<br><br>Swallowing, she let the matter rest as they walked, and then saw the camp come into view. She let out a sigh of relief, and was already on her way away from him when he said goodbye. She didn't respond, as she was still a bit sore at him...and instead went off into the big house to try and get patched up before s'mores.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:17:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah's boredom...</em></div><hr><br>Sarah noticed a big change in the weather from the camp to the forest. It was freezing in here and made the skin on her bare arms goosebump. Even with the fires from the camp, none of that light seemed to pierce the trees. She had to stand still for a few moments to let her eyes adjust. Almost instantly her ADHD went to work picking up every sound in the area.<br><br>The wind whipped through the trees colder than in the camp and she could hear little animals scurrying around. It was different from what she was used to. Normally she fought in an open area, but this wasn't so bad.<br><br>Sarah pushed herself further into the trees. At one point she saw a group of wood nymphs chatting and giggling. It was hard to see this place as dangerous when wood nymphs were playing games. Still, she knew better than to get put off her guard by that. Wood nymphs had little to fear from the creatures in this forest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:50:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>A tormented hero's warning...</em></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.diablospot.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/thumb1-undead.gif)</div><br>The deeper she went into the forest, the lower the sounds became. The lively chuckles of wood nymphs was replaced with an eerie howl as if the daughter of Ares stumbled into the wrong part of the forest. It was already darker than it should have been, the chill unnatural as a pair of red globes flickered into existence before her.<br><div align="center"><em>Get away...leave this place...it changes me...Please</em></div>The voice might have been familiar, it had belonged to a person she might have known years ago. Many who came to the forest seeking adventure never returned and some where never fully recovered. The voice in her head seemed in anguish, as if it did not wish to be tormented any longer by the presence of another. <br><div align="center"><em>Please...leave...or I will kill you! </em></div>The red globes that floated were the spiritual manifestation of rage, they charged forward and went through Sarah. Images played in her mind, of a man being left out her to die. Whoever the spirit was, had been killed by a camper long ago and left to rot. The red orbs vanished, leaving Sarah by herself, the voice receding from her mind...<br><br>A grave stirred from under the rotting foliage and damp earth, a yellow bone jutted out of the earth. Rusty shield and armor left to decay never did as out of sight something began to come together, back to life...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:06:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah stopped in her tracks when she heard the voice. It was in her head, that much she knew. There was no echo among the trees, so whatever it was, was speaking into her mind. The red, eye like orbs flickered in front of her and she brought her spear up, ready to defend herself. This is what she wanted. She wanted to fight. To take her mind off of the camp and to relieve her frustration, "Screw you," she said as it told her to leave this place.<br><br>The spirit appeared before her and she tensed up as it charged. This wasn't her first encounter with something undead, but that didn't make it any easier. Spirits and such were meant to stay in the Underworld. It was unnatural that they should be allowed to rise. Sarah was not foolish enough to try and attack when it came at her. It would be a waste of energy to do so, but the image in put in her mind was one that made her ill. This creature had not been a monster when it was killed. Two campers must of got into a fight out here, possibly driven to fight out of a maddness that the forest created, and one had been left to die and rot. Not a fitting end to a warrior.<br><br>The images faded and she stood straighter, the air getting colder around her. Dark magic. Sarah took a deep breath and watched a cloud form in front of her mouth as she exhaled. The ground shook for a bit and she watched the bone and the shield, waiting for something to happen, "Not scared to fight a girl, are you?" she smirked. Taunting an undead warrior wasn't very effective, but it made her feel better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:56:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tormented hero/camper</em></div><br><div align="center"><em>He controls me...he will control you...you will not be his first nor last...</em></div>The voice sounded as if the person's essence had been tortured for decades, weak and flickering of life as if it was made to suffer until it could find freedom. The armored skeleton moved as if some diabolical puppeteer pulled invisible strings. No true finesse, as the magic weaving it together was not as effective as sinew and tendon. But one strike was all it needed, one hit to cleave a foolish demigod in half and leave her to rot to join this "weavers" ranks. The armored skeletal warrior charged, shield out and ready to bash, sword in hand to follow it up with a wide arcing swing of the blade. <br><div align="center"><em>I will kill you...</em></div>A new tone was taken by the tormented soul, fighting with a zeal that came from not caring what happened physically to the body. Hacks and slashes made by the rusty sword, forming a pattern before the attack pattern swapped around and the shield slammed so hard into Sarah she was forced to step back, forced to weave in and out of the soft earth and the moss covered trees. The creature fought as a child of Ares would, swinging and participating in glorious battle as if it wanted to have its last honorable battle, again and again, for eternity... <br><br><br><hr><hr>(Feel free to rough him up, there is a way for him to be defeated but you need to find out&nbsp; &gt;:)) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:41:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>Sarah growled a little as it said that he would kill her. That someone would control her. That a man would control her. The only man she'd ever bowed down to was her father. Then again, very few didn't bow down when the God of War demanded them to. She was not going to take being 'talked' to like that lightly, even by a skeleton, "Oh please. I'd like to see any man try to control me. Much less some weakling that can't fight me himself and sends freaks like you to do his fighting," she smirked as she dodged most of his wild swings, "Is that the best you can do?"<br><br>The daughter of Ares got her answer when it slammed it's shield into her chest. She slid back several feet. In the morning she'd likely have a large bruise on her chest from that hit. The creature had managed to put her off balance and she was forced to keep stepping backwards through the trees and dirt. She raised her spear up to block it's attacks. It only managed to give her one good gash on her forearm with a lucky swipe, but most of her other cuts were being created by the trees and bushes she was walking through.<br><br>Hissing with pain as she turned her injured arm around, she thrust her spear out and watched it slide through a hole in the rusted armor and straight through the empty rib cage. Fat lot of good that did her. She yanked it back out, ducking out of the way of the shield that swung down at her head. Her spear managed to pull out a few of the moldy ribs as it came out and she coughed a little after inhaling a little bit of bone dust, "Uck...nasty..." she'd be scrubbing her mouth out for a month after that. She spit as she made a mad dash between the creature's legs. <br><br>Even if it was undead and couldn't feel pain, it still had a basic anatomy. It couldn't do much cut in half. Sarah swung her spear into the space between the rib cage and pelvic bone, attempting to use the strength in her good arm to crack the spine in half.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:05:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tormented hero</em></div><hr><br>The bunched together pile of bones felt no pain but as its reconstructed body was attacked and old bones broke it seemed to falter in its step. Shattered forearms and hip bones cracked and splintered in many pieces. The armor seemed to float in the air, but as the damage became to much pieces of armor began to fall to the floor. The construct movements had slowed, as if the puppet master behind the spell was losing its grip on the creation. <br><div align="center"><em>I will not die...kill me...</em></div>The spine of the warrior was shattered and with that the warrior feel to pieces in a pile of armor and shattered bone. The red orbs that had glowed in the chest of the skeletal warrior faded until they disappeared fully.&nbsp; The rusty sword carried the emblem of Ares on its hilt, a sword long worn and used for many years ago. The chill in the forest lifted, the sounds that should have accompanied the surroundings did and once more Sarah was alone...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (The Forest)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 03:12:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr><br>The creature fell into a pile of bones and she fell back on her ass panting lightly. The cut on her arm stung like hell, probably had chips of rusted metal in it. Taking a few breaths, she stood up and walked over to the dusty pile. Sarah eyed it for a moment, waiting for it to jump back up and finish it's attack, but it didn't. She thought it strange that it would want to die. It was dead already, wasn't it? Odd, but she didn't dwell on it. Over thinking things was not her place. The beast was down for the count and that's all that mattered to her. She'd fought and won, "...leave well enough alone," she muttered as she looked over the armor. <br><br>It might of been old, rusted, and useless, but the sword of her fallen enemy belonged to her. It also had her father's symbol on it, so it was rightfully her's or her brother's. She grabbed it up and pried the dead fingers off the hilt. Sarah guessed it was a fine sword when it was first forged. Probably made right here in the camp by the children of Hephaestus' and then blessed by siblings with the boar head imprinted onto it's blade. If nothing else, it would be a good trophy.<br><br>Sarah trudged through the mud and eventually found her way back out to the camp. It was night outside the forest and she wasn't one to doubt the threat of Harpies. Even tired, she managed to run back to the cabins and slip inside the home of her brothers. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.0)
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