Hey, we’ve got another two! A Japanese girl with an interesting sword, looks old, judging from the metal and forging style, and a fellow who somehow seems a bit untrustworthy. Scion of a trickster, I’m guessing, though whether it’s Loki, Coyote, Raven, Monkey, Spider from Africa, Krishna… Who knows. They came wandering up as we were leaving and trying to figure out what to do next.
p. About that time, we started to see people running around and screaming in the public areas of the building we’d just left. We decided to go in and play rescue, since the building was possibly possessed, according to my advisor, Chiron. So, charge. That Japanese Scion is really fast, she got through the doors before I could. We ended up in – of course – a trap. The building was an Escher painting. Ceilings were stairs, doors in the walls, all of the weird we could handle and more. We had a bit of a chat, and our new Japanese compatriot remembered a ritual which required pure salt and a source of ultimate purity, which she thought her sword could be, which would banish this thing. So, I used my magical sight to see if I could find some, running up and down stairs, walls, ceilings, what have you in search of the salt. I found the Japanese Scion behind me at one point, and she stayed with me until something odd happened. The whole thing vanished and I found myself running straight at, and then through, the outer wall of the building. There was a bit of a crunch, I dropped a story, and then had to brush myself off, but overall, not bad. Mind, I had a VERY bad moment seeing the brick wall coming at me and thinking, “This is going to HURT!” Apparently the LARPers in the building thought we were a bit nuts, but also thought we were kinda awesome. So they agreed to do the chanting in the ritual as a roleplaying thing. Katie’s GOOD at fast-talking people! So we head over and do the ritual behind what looks to be a… nuclear reactor building?! Cool! It turned out the salt we’d snagged was actually sugar, the black thing was misleading us, so I went back and got some actual sea salt. Grrr.
p. The ritual was going well, dark mist was gathering, rushing down at the center of the circle, our Japanese compatriot stood there holding the sword, everything’s fine, except that it doesn’t work as planned. I contact Chiron to ask about the ritual and he tells me to run. Apparently so does every advisor to everyone who has one. The Japanese girl is standing there with the sword, and as the mist hits the blade there’s a hellacious white flash, and the black mist is now white, glowing, and really odd. Uh-oh. It looks pure.
p. Now here’s a conundrum. If a Titanspawn is purified, is it still evil, destructive, and whatever? Or is it on the side of the Gods? We found out the answer right quickly, as a wave of light washed over us, trying to sap our wills. We were hearing voices urging us to submit to HER, whoever HER is. I managed to push them off, as did our Trickster-Scion. The others had this funny look on their faces… The area seemed purer, cleaner, by this thing’s definition of pure.
p. Then I realized, if this thing has purified everything in reach, what has this wave of purity done to the nuclear reactor? Pure Uranium might not be so bad, IF it were purified to 238. If it were purified to 235, it might just be able to generate a chain reaction. If so… I think I’d better get in there. STAND BACK, everybody! I’m going to try SCIENCE!
p. Or Scion-ce!

After recovering from my little fit of divine inspiration, I wandered out from behind the bushes and rejoined my compatriots. We discussed what to do, what had happened, and then something odd occurred. A car broke down right by us. The breakdown was not by chance, as the driver was a tall, androgynous lady with a wicked machete and a skull in the seat next to her. After properly greeting her, she’d come up from New Orleans on the orders of her mother, Erzulie, we set out for a well-earned nap. We ended up at Ellie’s house, where our daughter of Danu let everybody crash for a bit.
Me, I had some trouble sleeping. The metal was calling to me. It was all I could do not to take a pot from her kitchen and try to reshape it, to play with the metal. In lieu of that, I settled on a sheet of aluminum foil. I played with it, crushing it into hardness, hammering it, twisting it… It seemed to sing to me when I hit it with the hammer, and I began to understand why the original smiths had sung to the metal as they forged it. I hummed along wordlessly, knowing that I didn’t know the words of metal yet, but also deeply moved by the sound of every blow.
When we’d all recovered, we decided that this was the time for research. What WAS that possessing THING? Where do you get lindwurms like that? We decided to search Duke, Chapel Hill, and NC State. All 3 have good libraries. When our new arrival and I had searched Chapel Hill and Duke Libraries, finding nothing we could use, we got a call from NC State. Ellie and Katie had found something!
“Something” turned out to be a very interesting puzzle. There was a door in the side of the Cultural Anthro Building, a secret one. Well-hidden, too. The lock was magical, as was the door, and the key was runic. That much, we could figure out. Now, what the runes WERE, that would take some doing.
While we puzzled over the lock, having pulled up a page full of norse runes on someone’s phone, our perceptive Katie overheard someone talking about the children of the gods… We followed the conversation, and ran into a group of LARPers talking about… us… Wait, how did they know that we’d fought a great worm underground? We asked about which gods they worshipped. None for Hephaestus, go figure. All right, back to that key.
We figured out, finally, how to unlock the door, by tracing a particular sequence of overlaid runes. Picking supernatural locks is not easy. Once in, we found ourselves in… a department of magic? Very magical to my spell-sight, maybe some sort of pocket dimension? Very professorial doors lined the hallway, with a large pair of double doors at the end, from behind which the keen-eared of us could hear chanting. We snuck past the doors, and saw a temple, and people praying to – wait, that’s US! Ok, I’m not big on people praying to me. I’m a scientist, and I didn’t used to believe in the power of prayer! I still don’t like it! And people praying to ME? Asking me for aid, having faith that I can do something to solve all of their ills? I’m not a tech-support hotline! I was shaken to the core, and a voice in my head screamed “NO!” in absolute rejection of the chanting before me. (Another tiny voice in my head whispers, “There could be a terrible accident with yours. You could do it, and nobody would ever know…” I shook it away. I will NOT be like my divine family!)

Katie waited a little and then strode forwards and intoned “We are here!” Heads turned, and they recognized us joyfully. “How very strange that a complete stranger should be so glad to see me,” I thought wryly. Our budding scene of ecumenical joy was interrupted by our new companion, Erzulie’s daughter, who seemed not to have worshippers yet, doubtless because she had not made the underground quest with us. She made a play for the priestess of Bast, an attractive lady who turned out to have an athame in her pocket, and a hot temper. We managed to calm things down, and that was when Katie’s eyes rolled back in her head and she fell backwards, darkness roiling around her. The floor dimpled underneath her as she rose half a foot into the air. It looked like our possessing friend was back for a rematch. I exhorted her worshippers to pray for her and aid her. Their prayers filled the room, praying for her, and I opened my magical sight to see the struggle. Very peculiar. Katie was surrounded by blackness, all right, but there was something pulling on it, something like… Could that be fate? Faith? Either way, it was pulling the blackness towards the altar. Erzulie’s daughter touched Katie, trying to do something, and started to scream. I saw the darkness try to swirl towards her, and first thrust her away from Katie, then heaved, and when neither of those moved her, tried a full-on flying tackle. Managed to get her to break contact, and the blackness was slowly heaved off of Katie and towards the altar.
Suddenly, the black spirit wrapped itself around Katie’s worshipper, and she started to emanate darkness like a mist. She laughed, screaming that she was free, and brandished the knife. Ellie snapped “Drop the knife!” The laughing stopped and the possessed woman dropped the knife, looking very surprised. Seeing my chance, I smashed the knife into flinders. The furious possessing spirit wound up to strike me when Ellie ran right by me, grabbed the bowl of water off the altar, and threw it (with the help of her Sidhe companion) straight at the possessed woman. A tremendous wave of water rushed out of the bowl, and the mist of holy water carried the spirit into the wall, where it vanished.
In the aftermath, we got everyone tidied up, I had a conversation with my worshipper, who turns out to be quite an electronics nerd, and took our Voodoo lady out to collect some worshipers from among the LARPers. All in all, a very satisfying day.

Right, and onto further exploration! The dwarves seem to have fallen into the hole made by the wurm/worm/horror, and their fellows are trying to get them out. There are two archways leading from this ghastly temple, one on either side of the altar. Someone has to check them out. I’ll do, so I head into one. And voila, it’s a trap! Walls of stone behind me now, and a ghastly wailing ahead. I’m in some kind of antechamber and I can’t get back. The stone filling the doorway is unbreakable, so I start pounding on the wall between me and my companions. Maybe they’ll hear me, and maybe I’ll break through. Either way, next time I’m SO bringing explosives for situations like this if I have to make it myself! Eventually everyone makes it through the doorways, so we’re all trapped equally. I find some comfort in Lady Stern and in the large Scot with the sword. Not so much in our lovely hippie Katie, she’s still a bit rocky from whatever that was in the altar. We find ourselves in a maze of passages. I do my usual recon style and find myself in a spiked pit. Apparently the spikes rubbing together were causing the ghastly noise that fills the place. After a bit of smashing, it’s a LOT quieter in here. We proceed to the next tunnel and find a bunch of bodies chained to the wall, with wraiths above their heads heads. They terrify our stern daughter of Danu, and she retreats rather fast. I sympathize, but hey, ‘in absence of orders, attack!’ Don’t even wound mine, but our Celtic friend kills one. They retreat into… the bodies? Can’t tell where they went, but I crush one body on general principles. Then the chains come alive! The buggers are haunting their manacles, and they’re SCARILY effective! Still, they’re iron and I’m a smith, right? Wrong, they shrug off my blows and… Oh god oh god get it out of my hand! I’m NOT cutting it off with a chainsaw! I’m being possessed, that’s what this… Oh god my hand’s attacking me! The chains have grabbed our good Scottish friend and Katie’s starting to change, again. Speaking in that ghastly voice, and… She just ripped his chest open and pulled out the breastbone! She’s reaching for his heart!__ And the world goes crazy. When I come to we’re standing up on the street again, and the Scot is gone. And Katy’s a catgirl. Like fur, cat ears, tail… Um, ok, this is wrong. Just wrong. I banter for a bit, more or less on remote control, trying to ignore the screaming in my head. After we part ways, I go find somewhere private to sit and shake. This world is getting scary. I used to know how the world worked, right? Job, career, education, lots of fun building things. Possession, though? Ripping peoples’ hearts out? This was almost like a game, before. Now it’s getting scarily real, and all those fears I’ve been suppressing about MY divine heritage come to the fore. Look at Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, for example. Rapists, the lot of them. Heck, Medusa was created, according to some myths, because Poseidon raped someone and then Athena punished the GIRL for it because it occurred on Athena’s sacred ground! And don’t get me started on Minos’s bull and Pasiphae! Meanwhile, Hades kidnaps and rapes Persephone and refuses to give her up, thus creating winter! Zeus, now… I can’t count the number of affairs he’s had, and a lot of them were not willing. (Some texts make this a metaphor for the switch of Greek culture from female-dominated to male, but this doesn’t exactly comfort me…) So, how long will it be before my divine heritage catches up with me and makes ME do the same thing? Am I doomed to be betrayed by a wife or lover? To be crippled by something and spend the rest of my life misshapen, as Hephaestus did? Will I have to commit rape to gain power as my divine forebears did? What can I do about this? How can I fight it? Eventually my shakes slow. If I want to be myself, I’m going to have to fight for it. That much is certain. I’m also going to have to be crafty. I need to figure out what is manipulating me, and find a way to change my destiny. I don’t know how, but maybe Chiron will, or maybe he can suggest some sources to research. I’ll have to get on that. First thing, though, is to protect my companions. I’m the toughest of them, now that the Scotsman is gone. Katie has already shown herself vulnerable to the thing below, and she needs help if we’re to face it again. I don’t know how this mind-control thing works, but maybe I could make a tinfoil hat? Complete with protective circuitry, and runes? Also, I need some kind of explosive capacity, and armor, if I’m to fight again. Hmmm… I think for a bit, mulling ideas over in my head, until I start to feel my thoughts running faster and faster. I try to slow down, to breathe and break away, but I can’t stop this millrace of ideas. Something swells in my mind, boiling and breaking through to the surface. I clench my hands into fists and pound them into the ground in a futile effort at control as a surf of ideas blasts through me, ripping new pathways through my normally ordered and calm thoughts. I choke and retch as I lose my body, as my cognition usurps vision, balance and hearing, leaving me lost and flailing for something to grasp in what I had always thought was my castle, my true home! My mind expands agonizingly, connecting new ideas and things in a way I’ve never even conceived before. Electronics, circuitry, metal combinations, and more dance in front of my blinded eyes, and I can barely think for the confusion. It’s like there’s something inside me that was waiting for me to think about magic, and smithing, and electronics, and science all together, and now it’s loose and it’s making a flying synaptic tapestry inside my head! Is this how genius feels? How did they stand it? Slowly the noise quiets, and I find myself on my side, gasping for air, clawing at the turf. My last thought before I pass out “So this is Theia Mania. This is divine madness. No wonder prophesy is a curse!” A moment of Cassandra’s pity before the night.

Ahh, those things on me were the arms of corpses! Wonderful! And now a ring of corpses rises around me. Katie, the hippie daughter of Bast, comes flying through the air with the greatest of ease, lands on my shoulders, and I throw her over the corpses to the altar. As soon as she touches it, it’s like she’s touched the third rail of a subway, except without the burning smell. She’s rigid, twitching, and obviously in trouble. Can’t let THAT stand, she’s a companion, no matter how ditzy. I do a flying leap and smash my hammer into the altar. It’ll take a few more shots to break it, but I can do it, hopefully before she gets killed. She’s yelling something about “Join me,” and that is NOT her voice!
Meanwhile, there’s been a huge crash and cloud of dust, and this muscular bald fellow with a sword and a glow on his shoulder comes striding out from the right of the altar. I would have thought him the master of the temple except one of the animated corpse guardians is attacking him. Another scion of the gods? Whatever he is, he’s certainly prepared to kick ass. His swordwork is clean and brutal, slicing into that corpse and nearly bisecting it. He’s yelling something in what sounds like a Scots accent. He takes the corpse’s head off with a backhand as more corpses attack me. Our stern daughter of Danu is laying a beating on some corpses with a baseball bat and army boots. Sounds like she’s breaking bones, and she manages a sweet seesaw move that leaves her on her feet and two corpses eating sand.
As for the corpses attacking me, I grab one under one arm and squish it in preparation for a brutal noogie with my smith’s hammer, but another jumps on and tries to squish me. Clumsy thing can’t manage to hurt me, so I’m preparing to WWF both of their heads into the altar when Katie breaks free of whatever is frying her, pulls out a flare gun, and unloads on the altar. (Note to self, don’t piss her off! I knew that peace-loving vibe was an act!) There’s one hell of an explosion and I’m suddenly holding corpse dust and blinking my blinded eyes. Don’t know WHAT’s happening, but there’s a cracking sound in front of me and a huge roar from behind me. I take off left hoping to get out of the way, because I can’t see anything.
There’s a loud Scots yell that I frankly can’t understand, but whatever it is, it gets my blood moving and clears my eyes. To my left, Katie’s getting eye-beams from the statue, which is cracking away. It’s a shell over SOMETHING dark and nasty, I can’t see what. It’s got her immobilized, and she’s fighting it, but clearly not winning. To my right is what I think is a lindwurm of some kind rearing out of the sand, except it has 2 rows of mouths running down it where the legs on a millipede would be. It’s as long as a passenger train, and more keeps coming out every second. As I watch, it roars INTO the ceiling like a train into a tunnel, zipping past us at speed. Lady Stern and I both take swings at it, but it’s like hitting a marble column. Next time I’m coming down here with some pipe bombs, damn it!
The Scotsman, who is now plastered into the wall, probably by the lindwurm, dives towards the sand, punching it as hard as he can. Underneath Katie, the ground comes flying up and belts her one. Neat trick, but kinda ungentle. Still, it frees her from the statue, which explodes violently. A black mist comes out of it, towards her, as the worm drops through the ceiling and pounds into the exploding statue, wrecking the back half of the altar and gone. The mist flees out through the back wall and Katie’s out cold. What that mist was, or the thing inside the statue, I don’t know. Maybe breaking the statue wasn’t the best idea…

In which I get a job, learn that evil can’t stand hugging, and get pinched.

After much work, I finally located a job at the very company I need to monitor! That helps with my monetary woes. Now there’s just apartment hunting, establishing credit… (What’s that again?) I need to get some tools, but save that for later.
As far as divine investigations go, I’ve been studying Greek myth, and have come to the conclusion that my divine family is a bunch of, well, dicks. Apparently worshipping giant stone phalluses used to be the done thing in Greece. How they progressed into science and art and philosophy from THAT particular starting point is beyond me. Of course, that might just be humans mangling their worship up, or historians mangling everything up, but I figure that’s par for the course. They apparently also used to be matriarchal. THAT’s changed!
On other occult notes, I’m somewhat at a loss as to what we’re facing. We were getting coffee and getting caught up again on what we’d been doing when our visionary saw something at the next table. I couldn’t see squat, but apparently there was this shadowy figure with rather large teeth sitting there watching us. She tried her usual hippie friendly overtures and got nowhere, according to her, so I walked over and tipped coffee in its lap. Nothing happened, so I sat on it. It apparently dodged and left me with a wet rump. We HAD, however made some sort of impression on it, because a while later we got attacked by some. I couldn’t see all of them, but my magic let me see two. They promptly attacked the guy in the group, me, in an act of mass sexism, and left themselves open to the ladies, who killed at least two. I hugged the two that I could see, and they turned out to be very fragile. They popped like a balloon filled with shadows, or goo to that effect, and left no corpses.
I went in a few days later for the interview at GSK, got the job, and there you go. Meanwhile, the ladies had been very busy. The stern one, who works at a battered women’s shelter and knows all sorts of cops, managed to get some plans of the sewers and our talkative bartending hippie went and got dwarven involvement to take back some of their stolen underground. We ended up below the sewers with some dwarves toting huge axes, a la D&D (and no, I did NOT tell them that) and some carrying shotguns. As we went further in, the map stopped fitting. We weren’t in the real world any more, or at least that was the dwarven theory. Some of the doors had shadowed guardians like the creatures we’d met before, except in the dark all you could see was the grin. A lot of lead and some jumping into danger later, they were gone like Cheshire Cats. We then ran into some more effective guardians. I’d always thought alligators in the sewers weren’t real, but there you go. They’re quite real, and they don’t deal well with hugging, either. I’m starting to think I shouldn’t hug anybody I like, the sound of ribs snapping and puncturing internal organs as I squeeze is VERY disconcerting.
I was getting more than a little grumpy with all this when we came around a corner and there was a temple. Sandy floor(black sand of course), black stone idol at the other end. HUGE room, too. No priests, no monsters we could see, but there had to be traps. So I figured fine, I’m the tough guy, I may as well spring the traps myself. And how do you spring traps in a temple, and really tick off the owner? You smash up the idol and the altar! So I gave a jump to get over the first part of the sand, landed wrong, fell, rolled, and suddenly pointy things were digging into my back when I got up! I couldn’t see them, but they felt like hands, only skinnier. The look on my companions’ faces was interesting, seemed to be part ick and part “I told you so.” Ah well, better me than them! Now, who can I smash?

Well, after the explosion of flaming poo, and a nice flight from the boonies of I-95 to I-85, followed by a bath in a nice stream with some odd Indian name and a lot of hitchhiking, I’m somewhere. Durham? Well, it’s near to the Triangle, and I hear that’s got lots of PhDs, and companies, and will probably have lots of work for engineers, especially dual chemical and electrical. I might even get access to a fabber, but if not I’m going to have to build one. Still, it’s a lot like an ink-jet, just with more kinds of ink and some extra bells and whistles to sinter the final product… Maybe I can whip one up, after I get digs of my own.
I’m currently imposing on a friend of mine, he was pre-law, but he likes drinking and hard partying as much as I do. After our first brawl, we respect each other rather a lot. He’s got a mean punch, and I mean MEAN. He’s now going to Duke Law, and graciously offered me a guest room. Geez, his parents are LOADED! They’re not so thrilled about having a t-shirt-wearing, scruffy type in the guest bedroom, especially not since they think I’m likely to drag him out wenching, or something. Still, hey, they’re tolerant enough for a surprise guest. My being reasonably cleanly, despite scruff, helps, as does the liking their dog’s taken to me. He likes having someone to wrestle with, and since he’s a rather LARGE dog, that’s hard to find.
So now I’m looking for a job, dressed in the best Walmart chic I can find. Plus, I’ve got another job. Got a phone call from England yesterday, and how HE knew where I was staying, I do not know. Wouldn’t explain, either. “You’ll understand eventually, lad. Right now, let’s focus on the basics. “So he mentions this coffeehouse I’ve never heard of, though at least he gives me directions (and how he knew THOSE?) and tells me to be there at 8pm the next day. Ooookay. Right.
I walked through a couple alleys and had managed to scavenge a used DVD-RW drive, and I happily ensconced myself outside the place and took it apart. This Grind place seems a bit too upscale for me, but whatever. It’s not like an engineer is going to scorn coffee, or anything caffeinated. I’m feeling distinctly uncomfortable, though, which is why I picked up a comfort toy to take apart. Cosmic forces, gods, the universe is just a bit off-kilter nowadays, and there’s just enough evidence of its reality to scare me. I’m not in control any more. Heck, look at my body. I’ve always been built, mindless physical exertion, like lifting or brawling, is a great way to blow off steam after having your ass kicked by tensor calculus and quantum mechanics, but I’m not even lifting much and I’m bulking out. I’ve gone a neck size up and gotten stronger in some way… I feel almost like one of those idealized Greek statues, damn it, and it doesn’t make me happy, especially since I’m not getting any height outta this deal! I even TASTE things differently. They’re somehow deeper, more identifiable, and richer than I’ve ever tasted. I can’t DRINK cheap beer or liquor anymore, it’s just disgusting! And really GOOD beer? It’s like drowning in taste. Oh well.
I wait and play with my toy, trying to get the laser out, watching the people a bit, some total airhead hippie freaks, some much more practical, it’s obvious they work for a living, when I sense something in the coffee shop. Don’t know what and it’s so tenuous it’s like I’m hallucinating. And then weirdness breaks loose. Hippie chick, bouncing like there’s no tomorrow, bubbly, effervescent… And she SEES me, dammit! Other one next to her, I know I don’t want to piss off, she’s just got that look about her. And they both come over and sit down. Awww, hell, THIS is my help? I could deal with the calm one, but hippies, damn it! No connection to reality, think they can vibrate to wherever they want to go… And the worst part is that she DOES it! We have no idea where to go next, and she goes off into la-la land (Full mudra or chakra or whatever-you-call it position. I’m half expecting Tinky-winky and Po to show up) and suddenly is saying something oracular about an entrance to hate in the middle of the triangle. Oh great. Not only is that the best lead we’ve got, but for crying out loud, am I going to have to start doing that?
So we went to this park in the middle of the triangle. After hours, of course. First time I’ve felt comfortable, really. Late nights are my forte, as with any engineer. It’s when we turn out our best ideas, without other people in the way. I use my magic, looking through the crystal like Chiron taught me, and see some kind of glowing spot, far away. So we’re sneaking through the park towards it, which is taking me back to all the nights I’d try to sneak past my mom and uncle to sneak some of the Ren-Faire hard cider, or Colonial Williamsburg’s beer, when the other two spot something. It’s a dwarf, apparently. Ok, so what kind of dwarf is it? I’ve fought some, brawling, and they are the nastiest little infighters you never saw coming. Or is it some kind of mythical dwarf, like in that Tolkien opera about that ring? No, not Tolkien, some German guy. The Ring of the Nibblers, or something. Have to look it up when I get a chance. Anyway, this guy’s in camo, and he says he’s a park ranger or something. I’m kinda suspicious of this. Why would you hire a dwarf for this sort of thing? Oh, well, the hippie’s chattin’ away with him, like she hasn’t a doubt he’s friendly, and to my surprise, he seems to loosen up. If we want to learn what’s going on, we have to bring an offering of beer tomorrow night. (Hey, if they drink beer, I suppose they can’t be ALL bad.)
Well, the hippie chick’s a bartender, so she brings the keg. It’s my responsibility to GET it there, since there’s nobody else who can pack this thing through the woods without shaking it up all to hell and gone. Nearly trip a few times, but I manage. We find this weird limestone formation, and then have to walk into the rock to get there. Let me clarify. INTO a solid ROCK FACE. Damn thing has a dwarf-sized entrance, too, and I nearly break my nose on the lintel, but the beer gets in ok. I get it to where it’s delivered, and damn. Ok, so it seems these guys ARE the mythical mining type, but if so, their digs have electricity, computers, etc. Cool. Anyway, they tell us that they’ve had to close some of their mines underneath the triangle because they’re too dangerous. And by close I mean collapse. Hm. They also pointed us towards a series of abductions/car breakins that have been happening in that area recently. Wierdness.
I run this by Chiron, and he tells me that I should probably get a map of the sewers below GSK. According to lady Stern (who apparently has cop connections and works with abused women, so no wonder I should be afraid of her) the abductions all share one feature. The abductors can’t be picked up on film. Great. No doubt I’ll have to build a Kirlian Aura camera or something. Or… Hey! Maybe, with a little tweaking, I could get a JOB at GSK…

All Scions attending the first game….

Your guide’s and familiars have gotten orders for you. There is a strange issue in the RDU area. Your parents want you to join with other Scions to discover what is happening, what’s causing it, and take it out. To start this, you must go to It’s A Grind on Falls of Neuse to meet.