Setting

[dwale]

.postoverall { margin: auto;
border-color: #ECECEC;
border-style: solid;
border-width: 10px;
width: 350px;
height: 250px;
}
.postname { color: #DFA092;
font-family: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;
text-align: center;
letter-spacing: 3px;
font-size: 25px;
font-style: italic;
text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.05em #ECECEC;
}
.posticons { height: 90px;
width: 90px;
border-radius: 50px;
box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px grey;
margin-top: 10px;
margin-left: 15px;
filter: grayscale(100%);
}
.postsetting { width: 90%;
height: 20px;
margin: auto;
border-top: 1px solid #ECECEC;
border-right: 1px solid #ECECEC;
border-left: 1px solid #ECECEC;
margin-top: 10px;
text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.05em #ECECEC;
text-align: center;
font-size: 10px;
color: #DFA092;
letter-spacing: 2px;
overflow: scroll;
}
.postpost { width: 90%;
height: 60%;
border-color: #ECECEC;
border-style: solid;
border-width: 1px;
margin: auto;
margin-top: 5px;
text-align: justify;
font-size: 10px;
color: black;
overflow: scroll;
}


setting


season: late fall | weather: chilly


everyone is currently at breakfast, which has recently been moved inside due to the cold winds that have been plaguing the camp. the events of late seem to have not taken a toll on the general atmosphere of the dining area, but there are those that are still mourning. though the mood seems airy, it sobers and becomes heavy as brutus, the camp director, calls the attention of all the demi-gods present. the loud and obnoxious conversation dies down as he begins to speak. 

 

[dwale]

.postoverall { margin: auto;
border-color: #ECECEC;
border-style: solid;
border-width: 10px;
width: 350px;
height: 250px;
}
.postname { color: #DFA092;
font-family: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;
text-align: center;
letter-spacing: 3px;
font-size: 25px;
font-style: italic;
text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.05em #ECECEC;
}
.posticons { height: 90px;
width: 90px;
border-radius: 50px;
box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px grey;
margin-top: 10px;
margin-left: 15px;
filter: grayscale(100%);
}
.postsetting { width: 90%;
height: 20px;
margin: auto;
border-top: 1px solid #ECECEC;
border-right: 1px solid #ECECEC;
border-left: 1px solid #ECECEC;
margin-top: 10px;
text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.05em #ECECEC;
text-align: center;
font-size: 10px;
color: #DFA092;
letter-spacing: 2px;
}
.postpost { width: 90%;
height: 60%;
border-color: #ECECEC;
border-style: solid;
border-width: 1px;
margin: auto;
margin-top: 5px;
text-align: justify;
font-size: 10px;
color: black;
}


setting


season: late fall | time: 10 AM the next day


the heroes of our quest have been briefed by ander. each part of the prophecy has been explained to the best of his ability, but several things remain unknown. the heroes must go to the island of crete and find the cave where zeus was nurtured and raised by amaltheia, a goat. ander has warned them that incredible danger lies ahead and they'll be forced to face more than one opponent on their search for the goat. he knows more, knows what they'll faced, but has been forced into silence by the god apollo, himself.

the rest of the camp is noticeably on edge. not due to the quest, far from it, however, as their issues lie directly in the place they call home. the great python, that once was used to protect that very oracle that channeled herself through ander, was spotted slithering about the woods by first year campers. the creature was reported to be massive, much larger than it'd ever been seen before, and the more skilled campers were immediately put on guard. at this point, everyone's heard about the monster, much to brutus' dismay, and panic has started to simmer in the bellies of all those at the camp.

classes have been cancelled in favor of protecting the camp from the possible threat.