Camp Kalthorne, a place that became a home and safe harbor for those that were deemed different or 'too dangerous' to be out in the mortal world by most for hundreds of years. As any and all that heard of the safe haven for the supernatural heard, it was a dream come true and for some it was too true. A place for others to come and be away from any and all society that would give them any issues or difficulty in their own journey of life. A place where it didn't matter where you came from or who you were, the only thing that mattered is who you became while you were there. Others saw it as what it was said, a place for them to be themselves, unashamed and no worry in the world, while others saw it as a place for rehabilitating those that were indeed too dangerous for the outside world. In reality, it was both. The camp grounds were ultimately what the campers made of it and how they saw things decided how it was for them in return. And so, the camp continued to live on for hundreds of years, seeing thousands of different supernatural beings come and go as their time at the camp came to an end, and for that wanted to stay could if they so desired. It was paradise with very limited rules, and the rules they did have were fair. As long as you attended the meetings and training courses separated throughout the day, you could do whatever else you wanted in your spare time, but learning to control your abilities were a must. And as long as you showed that you were actively trying to improve your control, you were well left alone and almost no trouble could be really caused on the grounds due to the magic-infused with the property. Or at least that what they made everyone believe, either as a safeguard, or something else entirely remained to be seen. But what they did know, was that it was a safe place, regardless of its questionable history.
Now, this year new and old campers return to the old camp in the woods, far away from any and all signs of society. The grounds were seemingly endless when one entered and seemed to go on forever, always have new places to explore and secrets to discover. A large majority of the North and West parts of the camp were covered by dense and thick forests. Even in broad daylight anyone would have difficulty seeing well enough if they weren't prepared. To the South and East, were rolling hills and empty fields along with the beach and lake that seemed to go on even further than the woods. Deep, sheer drop cliffs that hung over the edge of the camp's blue waters below were a sight to behold. Seeing the morning sun peer over the mountains in the far distance was a sight many would kill to see. Aside from the grand cave systems that ventured further into the camp's ancient history and areas of the location on which it sat, were the parts that were clearly constructed by people. But nothing was truly out of place or modern. Log cabins with a sense of rustic and homey nature, even the facilities of the camp were designed from another time, but didn't feel out of place. Coming to Kalthorne was like stepping back in time and was a breath of fresh air. Not to say that the camp wasn't functional or kept up with resources, where it mattered everything was up to date and functional. The only modern-day thing the camp lacked was an internet connection and technology aside from the intercom and facilities such as top of the market air conditioners, fridges and microwaves, washers and dryers, and their bathrooms weren't your typical camp bathrooms. They were fully functional and rather nice bathrooms with both showers and baths as options if one so desired. With full body mirrors, tile flooring, as well as having the option of one-way mirrors, where one could see outside but no one was able to see in. Might as well be able to enjoy the scenery while you're getting ready for the day, especially the in the female dormitory.
To say this camp was a paradise for the supernatural beings that existed in the world, was a bit of an understatement. There were next to no rules, and the rules that existed were very loose and not debilitating. Something that was refreshing for people that came to the camp as many others were more of a straight to the point and didn't let its residents enjoy themselves. This was a place of reform, but also a place they could try to live as normal of a life before they went back out into the world. The tradition was passed on for hundreds of years and only in recent years did it become fully accepting of anyone from any walk of life and identity. No questions were asked, aside from why you wanted to attend the camp. It was a relatively drama-free place that let its campers do as they wish, even as far as to allow drinking, mild drug use and even the encouragement of forming relationships and friendships amongst the others. Now, we find ourselves in the current year of 2020. New campers, as well as old, find themselves entering the camp rounds once more.
Which was a common sight were that once those that stepped on the camp's grounds, that they were given a human form if they so desired. So it wasn't uncommon to see beings such as druids and dyads being in a human form compared to their natural state. Or the satyr's and goblins, as well as ghouls and vampires and werewolves. No matter who found their way to the camp or why, all had one thing in common. A place of safety and solitude where they could find themselves to be free and learn to harness and possess their abilities and more...carnal side of nature. This year returning and new students alike have been at Kalthorne for a little over three weeks now. Whether they've tried murdering their cabin mates or perhaps made some rivals already within the short few weeks of being at the camp is anyone's guess. But one thing is for certain, some strange on-goings have already started to go around the camp in just a few short weeks since its big grand-reopening, and it has raised some cause for alarm among not only the staff, but also some of the returning campers.
Rion Dewmont
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The midsummer sun had began to make its way through the trees, piercings its golden glow through the campground. Birds and forest animals began to chirp and whir to life as everything seemed to settle down as the moon rose and would begin to come back to life as the sun took its place. Several of the campers would already have been awake and enjoying their early morning routines as they prepared for their schedule. Four classes a day, three meals that were to be had in the mess hall unless given a specific allowance, and whatever else anyone would want from the camp. Unlike some of the campers, some were still well asleep as the sun came in through their cabin windows, disrupting their slumber. Finally, a low and dull alarm would begin to sound throughout the camp as it was signaled for all to finally begin getting ready for their day, as breakfast would start soon as well as their first class of the day. A low grumble and turn sounded from one of the beds as one of the campers struggled with getting out of bed, which was a constant. It was only then as their eyes peeked through the blankets of their bed that reality hit them. The alarm for the camp as a whole had gone off, meaning one thing, they slept through their personal alarm once again. "Shit..." they muttered as they rolled out of their bed, their feet hitting the cold hardwood floor below. Soft foot patters echoed through the room as the individual shuffled throughout their room in search of clothes. They had made it a distinct point of locking their door in recent days as the two that shared this cabin, in particular, had a nasty habit of simply walking into a room without knocking which had lead to less than savory outcomes. After finally finding an outfit of simply just throwing things together they rushed into the bathroom and brushed their hair and simply gave it a messy bun and considered it good enough for now.
Rion ran to the other end of the hall, and after knocking on the door once threw a small pillow into the room at the sleeping form in the other bed as they called out, "Britta, we're late! They're gonna kill us if we don't leave soon!" the angel called out as they doubted Britta was already up and awake. They both of them had a nasty habit of sleeping in and missing their alarms, and this morning wasn't unlike the others. Normally they'd wake up to the sound of their own set alarm, but with the past few days having been nothing but constant training and work-outs, they were exhausted. After grabbing a few small things and stuffing them into their pockets they called out once more, "Brit! We really gotta go!" they called out once more as they waited for their cabin mate to hopefully come out soon and be ready to go. They knew full well that by the time they arrived at the mess hall that most of the others if not all would be there already. First impressions were not their strong suit, but being in a cabin with someone else that was bad with time management was one of them apparently. The past few weeks since Rion had first stepped foot on the camp were interesting to say the very least. They hadn't seen that many other supernatural forces in one play coinciding with the others. Sure there was some drama and some fighting every now and then, but with the faculty having ways of keeping the campers from killing each other, it wasn't as bad as most would think of hormonally charged young adults, supernatural ones at that.