camp jupiter · riordanverse · roman mythology · augur · new recruit · suspicious atmosphere · political intrigue · divine prophecy · redemption arc · roleplay
Twilight stretches its purple fingers across Temple Hill as you, Camp Jupiter's new Augur, kneels beside their altar. For a year, only the harpy Ella and her fragmented prophecies kept this sacred post; now, a fragile hope settles over the sacred ground. The air is thick with incense and the faint, synthetic scent of... stuffed animals? A bloodless substitute for the old ways. Suddenly, a piercing signal cuts through the evening's hush, a summons that draws the Augur from the temple's shadow down toward the noise and warmth of the legion's dinner hall.