
To the west of camp lies Berkeley, California. If you're lucky, you may get a weekend furlough here, or at least a free afternoon, but only if you've finished all your drills, polished your armor, and dug a few miles of trenches. Get back to work, Roman!

This is the back entrance to the camp. It's normally only used for new recruits coming through the Caldecott Tunnel, or for sneaking out for late night trips to New Rome. That behavior is strongly discouraged, but common.
This is the main orth-south road in camp, where you can find all kinds of shops and cafes catering to the legion. Need your gladius repaired, or want to buy a cup of coffee from Bombilo the two-headed barista? This is the place to go.




This is the main entrance to the camp, and it's guarded with scorpion ballista, so don't show up unannounced.






Like Rome, only newer! In New Rome, demigods can live in peace, study at the local university, or even get married and start a family. Many graduates of the legion retire here. The hills have wonderful gardens, winding cobblestone streets and cozy townhouses. The Forum area has a lively nightlife and lots of entertainment options. A great place to visit or settle down, but it's only open to Roman demigods. Sorry, mortals!
As it did in ancient times, the Pomerian Line marks the borders of the city of Rome. Inside the line, weapons are strictly prohibited and the laws are enforced by Terminus, god of borders. He can be a little hard to get along with, but he does keep things running smoothly.





All the gods of Rome are represented on Temple Hill, which is wisely located outside the city limits just in case the gods decide to quarrel and blow up each other's monuments. You can leave offerings or ask for help at any of the many temples, but be warned: you never know whom you'll meet. It could be another camper, a god in disguise, or a vicious spirit from the Underworld. Don't you love surprises?




On a clear day, you can see this inland mountain from Camp Jupiter. Mount Diablo has an evil reputation. Until recently, it was the home of the fire-breathing giant Enceladus.
Part battlefield, part party zone, the Field of Mars is where everything happens – deathball, marching drills, war games, and the occasional monster hunt. The legionnaires build a new fortress each time they play war games, so the assault is never the same twice. Feel free to explore, but look out for trenches, hidden tunnels, and charging elephants.