Hera Cabin Logs 2019 - 2021

The following are the archived roleplay logs from the Hera Cabin from 2019 to 2021:

[Log Start]

Cabin Ambiance

''Hera's cabin is made out of marble and is shaped like a box. The cabin is more graceful than Zeus' cabin, with slimmer white columns, garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are carved with images of her symbol; the peacocks. It is freezing cold inside with a huge statue of Hera with a fire pit at its feet, but no beds. There are no residents due to the fact that this cabin is an honorary cabin and she does not have any children with mortals since she is the goddess of marriage and therefore has no mortal affairs.''

February 1, 2020

Bea — It had been about a week since Bea landed in this camp for the extraordinary and ever since her emergence as a Demi-God, it didn't feel as  monumental as her little heart thought it to be. Instead it was baffling. A rally of queries loomed in her mind yet she couldn’t grasp any answers that she wished for. It was frustrating and as the weavers of destiny wouldn’t guide her into the light,  so she had to embark on her own journey to investigate the camp so she could unearth her identity.

Her whole life she had lived half a lie about her heritage and now she was debilitated. Enough was enough. Destiny was hers to clutch so her first stop went to the first Goddess she had ever met. Hera. Her title almost sounded like hierarchy which was surprisingly suitable being the Queen of the Gods. Although Bea knew that the marvelous woman couldn’t be her mother, her naïve mind still wanted to explore the world that was wrongfully hidden from her. Slowly breaching the marble domain, Bea paused as a frigid air coiled around her. “Should of been the Goddess of ice.” She’d grumble. Pulling her cardigan closer around her body to provide subtle warm but then… she heard something. A crackle of flames. Intrigued, desperate and oblivious Beatrix hastily strode towards the source of warmth before halting as the room came into view. It was serene.

The first article she discovered was the lack of beds, didn’t she have any children? Well that certainly ticked her off of the ‘who’s your mother list.’ The next thing… was the intricate carving decorating the walls with elegance… It was peacocks, was this her symbol like Aphrodite's to lettuce? At Least it was more… meaningful. Anyway, lettuce continue. Swiveling on her feet, although there was nobody to communicate with the room did provide some clues towards what she was looking for. A Goddess, symbols that related to her and power but there was so many choices! How could she ever decipher her inheritance? Shaking off the negative thought along with leisurely gaining hypothermia, Beatrix began to dart out of the sacred temple to discover a next spot on her endless list. Why couldn’t anything be simple? “I’ll find out who you are...” She promised her incognito mother in a mellow tune.

[Log End]