OOC: I cannot believe how shoddy of a beginning this turned out to be, even after this much revision. AF, or anyone else who might join, please tell me if this isn't good enough, or if we only really need this much of a post to get things going.
IC:
“All camp members, report to the council!”
At the brusque call, Ireneus Ericsson looked up from the book in his hands. Another interruption. He wondered what this one would be about.
As stoic as Gaius Daxiel could be, the aged protector of the camp was prone to slight excitement about the possibility of battle. And recently, the senior demigod had had plenty of opportunities to fight - for the first time since the end of the last war, monsters had appeared at the borders of the various temporary camps, seemingly to test the defenses. But of course all of them had been taken care of - none of them were unusually dangerous foes to the veterans.
Still, Ireneus was not pleased in the least about the monsters turning up. He’d never wanted any part of his role as a demigod if it meant he would have to do battle. Really, it didn’t make sense for the gods to be around anymore, let alone the Titans. But he was stuck with the camps, just because of his parentage (and, to a lesser extent, his age).
He sighed and put down his book, rising from the rough wood bench and starting to trudge down to the council area in the south-central portion of the temporary camp. Time to see what was going on.
From the looks on their faces, it seemed that most of the other camp members were just as unenthusiastic about another meeting. Few were as determined to weasel out of fighting as him, of course, but who enjoyed meetings about anything?
But Ireneus thought from the grim look on the faces of the veterans that something must be different. Normally, Gaius might look a tad pleased when announcing that there would be more drills to perform, or that there were monsters arriving that the campers would need to help destroy, but he was unsmiling today. And usually Natalya, the only other major veteran who usually stuck around this particular camp, didn’t even show up to Gaius’s useless meetings, but there she was.
“Campers,” called Gaius disparagingly, seeming to feel some distaste for the word. “You are no doubt wondering why you’ve been called here. People always wonder why they’re summoned to meetings, don’t they.”
“Gaius.” Natalya looked a bit annoyed.
The gunmetal-armored veteran shrugged and crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll make it short. Monsters are rising again in numbers, the first time since I-don’t-know-when. Probably the work of a Titan’s descendant or some unknown major monster. They know we’re here… so we’re moving camp and preparing for battle as we do. So start PACKING and FIND YOUR WEAPONS too.”
At the last words, shouted as they were, Ireneus started and began racing up a trail to one of the storage sheds where he kept his gear. Droves of other campers began to follow.
Sure, Gaius was paranoid, and was probably itching to move the camp away from its semi-established location after such a long peacetime. But how could the monsters be rising again?
