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[Bryony of Dionysus]

THE SAGA BEGINS...

The Abandoned Subway Station.

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<<Daughter of Dionysus>>

Byrony had sent the message along certain 'safe' channels to the separate demigod groups around the city. 'Meet at the Abandoned Subway Station'
She had information that everyone needed to know. It would be perilous and even going to the depths of the Underworld to complete it and hopefully get something valuable for the effort and hard life endangering work. Bryony paced at the abandoned station deep underground. The dust, debris, and cobwebs made it all the more spooky and suspicious to her, but she knew nothing evil was there. She would have sensed their mind or at least smelled them. The only comfort in this cold dark lit station was the fact that Bryony had grown wisteria, strawberry, and grape vines everywhere. It smelled fruity down here instead of that musk of old rusty metal and dust. As a bonus if anyone was hungry there was plenty of fruit to eat.

Tapping her finger on the hilt of her weapon, she grumbled about everyone being late. Perhaps she should have told everyone that it was a party? Hell, her father could throw a Bacchanal and have everyone doing the horizontal mambo if he wished, yet she, couldn't call a meeting together. At least, not on time. Bryony's worries shifted from their location to their tardiness, and then to their safety. What if they had been attacked on the way here?! She could leave and search them out, she had to stay here and make sure it was safe for the meeting. Biting her thumb nail, she finally sat down on one of the benches made of vines and ran a hand through her long black hair. Aside from being mostly Immortal from the oath she swore to the gods, she didn't feel immortal right then. She felt like she was doing something stupid. Blind leading the blind...She often wondered if the gods accepted her oath just to watch her fail in some kind of sick game that the gods played on their children. Her own father hadn't spoken a word to her in months since Zeus closed off Olympus due to the Giants and Titans rising. The only comfort from the gods was Eros, who visited her sometimes to bring her news of Olympus and to see how she was doing. By doing that he was breaking Zeus's command for the gods to not communicate with their demigod offspring, and he was also sneaking out of Olympus to see her. It was not going to be good when Zeus found out, if he didn't already know.

She plucked a grape off a bunch and popped it into her mouth chewing thoughtfully, trying to calm her mind.

 

[Erose130]

Ivy appeared out of the shadows "i got your message, what did you what to meet about, and you do know this is very dangerous, not that i care being the demigod daughter of Hades and all" Ivy had never met another demigod before, were they suppose to glow slightly, and were others going to show up?  

[Bryony of Dionysus]

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<<Daughter of Dionysus>>

Bryony was instantly on her feet as she heard footsteps approaching at the sound of different voices. A smile came to her lips with great relief.

"I'm soo glad someone made it here safely. And I assure you this hideout spot is very safe. My vines tell me everything that goes on here." She smiled at Tyler with a mixture of happiness and grief. "Well look at you, a bit older from when we last met!" She left of the , 'at camp.' part. There was no need to dredge up horrible memories of the camp being razed to the ground."There are so few here...I hope more arrive...I have serious news."

 

[Bryony of Dionysus]

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<<Daughter of Dionysus>>

Worried, Bryony made the rounds checking on wounds and handing out portions of Ambrosia and small sips of nectar. With the camp gone monsters had grown increasingly brazen about their attacks on demigods. With everyone attended to, Bryony stood before them with a grim face.

"We lost a lot of good people from the razing of Camp Half-Blood. Some our friends, some our brother's and sister's...but we're all family. And when one of us falls we have to fight in their honor to avenge them, avenge the camp. Some one rallied monsters from the inside the camp, some evil person helped the Titans and Giants crush the camp. I...if you..if you don't all know through rumors, I made an oath to the Gods that in exchange for Immortality...temporary of course...I would bring those that destroyed the camp down...crush them beneath the weight of Tartarus and the might of the Gods...and I would raise the Camp back to life. " Bryony looked into their eyes, trying to show confidence. "They accepted. I need your help to help us all. Camp Half-Blood was the only place that I ever felt like I belonged...was cared for...and no I'm not going to get all mushy on you...but it's our home, and I need help to do these monumental tasks." With a swish of her hand grape vines brought down a dry erase board that had seen better days.

With a purple marker, she wrote in Ancient Greek so that everyone could read it. "I've been tracking leads ever since Mt. Olympus shut down. The Gods aren't talking to us through Zeus' orders. But he made no such rule to the others off Olympus. I've gotten some slid leads to who would know about the razing of the Camp and possibly had to find the traitor demigod." She wrote down the locations.

"This." She pointed at the two larger locations. "If you don't know this is the Dead On Arrival Recording Studios in Los Angeles, California, its the entrance to the Underworld." Bryony drew a small Charon in a boat and hood. "And the other location is ...a garden gnome emporium..." She paused and drew a chibi Medusa. "Heh...yeah...that's the old base of Medusa where she kept her ...statues..." She looked out to everyone's reactions.

"We need two teams. One will go to the old Medusa base and look for clues to where she might be now and links to the Titans and Giants, as for the other quest, Persephone herself has asked that a group of demigods meet with her at the entrance to the underworld. DOA Recording Studios."

Bryony capped the dry erase marker with a sigh and a determined look. "We don't have the Oracle here....She ..went missing. I don't want to say that she's dead, and I don't want to say that she has been captured. But without a prophecy or oracle to go by...we take these missions into our own hands...our own fates...Please...decided who will go to which place. I'm not sure which place I should go, they both seem very dangerous and I don't favor the idea of just sending you off without me...as pigheaded and self important as that sounds, I'm the immortal one here..." With an Atlas worth of pressure and expectations on her shoulders and back weighing every decision down, every thought, and every life under her protection.