The Immortal Game

Why are we in England stalking a secondary school teacher?

Dogs as rule can’t roll their eyes. However, Halligan might just learn if the drunk Texan makes another whoop. The tickle of his mind he could feel Andy’s Discomfort after losing another hand. Poker was boring when they wouldn’t let him play, drinking was kind of boring, never enough to affect him, and why they were in this shack that smelled of alcohol, hops and stale peanuts Halligan wouldn’t ever understand.

He was helping Andy earlier till someone remembered Andy and him were telepathically linked by the ancient hunter’s magic. They demanded he sit behind Andy and not move. The sleeping Vulture next to the large dog would freak out every time Halligan so much as yawned, so he had to settle to listening to people tell stories while Andy continued to lose. Boring, but Andy made a point that it was a bonding experience.

The Texan was handed the cards and shuffled them out, “Alright no wilds, right fellas?”

Cards were shuffled out, after a few chips were thrown down for the blinds.

“Believe we it is the lady’s start for the bet”

“And I fold,” the lady in question was the largest person in the room, largest human, Isabella. A Huitzilopochtli scion made her pre-visitation life as a Luchadora. The shadow jaguar or some other silly cat thing. She smelled like a predator and that was before the undercurrent of blood all Aztec have.

“Ah, come off it,” the odd pronunciation of an English accent from a man that smelled too much like boiled cabbage and soggy sheep, “it’s the starting round, I will raise.” Andrew, a scion of the Greeks, he smiled too much. Andy and he had an annoying habit of confusing everyone that worked with them for the last day and a half.

“I am terrible at cards, especially when this man deals” she gave the Texan a look, he simply smiled dipped his hat, “give me something large and hard to handle and I can take of it.”

“Maybe later,” Texan winked, “in private”

“Cochon” Aimé, a scion of Guanyin, hissed out as she threw in another raise.

Andy called the raise. His hand was decent starter, better than the last at least.

The Texan just laughed, “Alright fine, story then, weirdest thing you ever saw before you learn what you are and now it makes total sense.”

“What like pre-visitation?” Andrew asked.

“That I believe is the better way to say what the dealer wants.” Aimé said.

“Pop stars” Isabella said.

A chorus of “Seriously?” sprang from around the table.

“Yea, take that world tour non-sense. Only Scions could that make any amount of sense as to why everyone is tripping over themselves to help a group that doesn’t even speak the same language. I mean when they rolled through Mexico City it was a nightmare in more than one way, only scion can bring that much chaos.”

Andy and Halligan snickered, for their own reasons.

“You do have a point.”

“What about you Andrew.”

“It’s going to sound crazy.”

“Crazier than being the son of a god?” asked Isabella

“Than a talking dogs?” the Texan asked.

“Than pop stars?” asked Aimé smirking as Isabella made a rude gesture.

“Than playing poker with several people who can use literal magic?” asked Andy.

Everyone looked at him after the comment then each other than glared at Andy between glaring at each other.

“What? I didn’t start to use Halligan until I realized all of you were cheating. Tex here has been the worse and worse he isn’t even trying to pretend that he isn’t.”

Glares turned to the Texan who had the decency to look sheepish. Several stacks of cards were thrown at the Texan who collected the cards and began to shuffle them, everyone else began rearranged chips, stacks of currency and various knickknacks. Undoing in a matter of moments what had been the labor of several hours.

“Fine,” Aimé started as she took the deck giving it to Isabella, “we start again, no cheating, no magic and Tex never deals.”

Isabella cut and shuffled the cards in one large, dexterous hand before throwing out cards by using her thumb to launch them at everyone. She picked up her own cards in the opposite hand before looking at everyone expectedly. Blinds were shifted in the shuffle and they threw out chips as needed.

“Fine by me,” the Texan picked up his cards, his mustache wiggled, “But Andrew tells us his crazy theory.”

Andrew sighed as he threw his cards down, “Alright since I fold anyway, so right something that now only makes sense that the world is crazier, more fucked up than everything we ever thought.”

A mummer of confirming accented with the sound of plastic chips being casually thrown in a growing heap.

“Right, so I went to a boarding school, in the south side of London, kind of an older more run down part of town, train stop nearby, some parks, typical lower end bourgeoisie.”

“Sounds charming,” Isabella spoke from her “dealer is taking two since everyone seems content to just stare at their cards.”

“So proper middle class English?”

Andrew nodded.

“What were the woman all the same?”

“Weird rituals that no one spoke about?”

“You clowns want me to finish or just list grade B movies everyone keeps trying to remake?”

Aimee rolled her eyes, “Let him finish.”

“Well I would be he is dragging this out.”

“Fine, I had this English teacher, my brother, my mortal brother had him and my uncle swears he had him too.”


“That’s the thing the guy would have to be in his 90s for that timeline to make sense. That’s not the weirdest part, the weirdest part is he is nearly every night at the pub, drinking everyone under the table. I know because I was there last week clearer than I remember him, drank me under the table”

“Halligan would drink you under the table”

“Halligan would drink Dionysus under the table.” Tex said sagely.

Andy nodded in agreement, calling for one card. Halligan snorted, the vulture eyed him with one partially covered eye.

“My inability to hold my liquor is not the point. The point is that this man should be ancient not drinking and singing pub songs with a bunch of blue collar yolks. That’s not even to say how he looks.”

“Let me guess Brad pit”

“Almost though he doesn’t have that classical look to him. More Germanic dream, blondish hair, pale skin and eyes of a grey blue sky. He looked to be in his late thirties on off days and early twenty when he tries. He still looks like that today.”

“Okay so Immortal?”

“You know that would makes sense but there is something else. He’s got an odd fetish for sagas. I mean he will go on and on about them, except one, Beowulf.”
The Texan raised the pot, “He doesn’t like Anglo-Saxon Christian revisions of Pagan Scandinavian and Saxon folk heroes, most people don’t.”

Every turned to look at the Texan.

He return the looks with a sweeping glare, “I went to the University of Texas and have a masters in Medieval Studies.”

Andrew’s words came out in a frantic wild rate, “Well that’s weird but my point, and maybe you’d have to see him teach. I mean he picks apart Beowulf. Like every little details, names and why they were there and weren’t. Scholarly research and sometimes he does this weird thing where he uses first person pronoun instead of Beowulf when talking about events in the story. He had this weird understanding of the cultural nuances of each of these cultures. He speaks these dead languages, perfectly. Is coach of the swim team and the fencing team. I mean he is always doing some marathon”

“So time traveler,” the Tex wiggled his eye brows.

“Nah he is suggesting something worst.”

“Yea? And what am I suggesting?”

Aimé raised again, “Your English teacher is Beowulf.”

The laughing that broke out hurt Halligan’s ears and startled the vulture. Only two people were not laughing, Aimé and Andrew. Everyone sort of quieted down and looked between the two.

“Like I said, sounds crazy but then only thing that makes sense.”

“Crazy story, so who is still in this hand?” Aimé asked.

Halligan felt Andy reach across his mind trying to make sense of the idea, the fictional hero Beowulf teaching English, it was madness. Halligan tried rolling his eyes, not sure what it looked like, before he reminded Andy he is the mother of a woman who is according to most a fictional character and he was having a telepathic conversation.

“Full house,” Andy displayed his pair and three of kind as everyone who was still in groaned. First pot of the night, Halligan was sure it wasn’t the last.

How did things get this bad?

Group Log #1

Van: How did things get this fucked?
Donny: I blame this on you fella
Delmar: Me too.
Van: You fuckers are just as much to blame as me. More so because everything against me is circumstantial. The only thing I did was punch Willy in the face.
Donny: Who ya callin a fucker? I’m a right proper bastard
Delmar: Yeah. Yeah, you are. Mick. Anyway, I wasn’t the one who collapsed a building.
Van: I wasn’t the one who shot at the cops.
Donny: I didn’t set a gas tanker on fire and kill 200 of NYPD’s foinest.
Van: I didn’t snap a dude’s neck in front of Previously mentioned NYPD’s finest
Donny: Eh. Fair enough.
Delmar: I’ll give you that.
Van: Now Delmar’s been shot by Agent Class and we need a hospital
Donny: What about Sara’s place?
Van: Yeah. Let’s go back there. I do like that idea.
Delmar: Sure let’s go back to the place where we destroyed a horse racing ring, set a professor’s house on fire, hijacked a boat with 50 Union workers on it, lost the owner of said Professor’s house, fed him to Van’s Kraken babies, then stole an Ice truck, turned it sentient, killed Maria and Willy, then lost them. Sounds awesome.
Van: I think he’s on board. Plus his word doesn’t matter anyway. He shot us.
Donny: Damn right he did.

Providence General Hospital
Sara: What happened now?
Van: He had a misunderstanding with Agent Class. And a depth charge. Mostly Agent Class.
Delmar: Just fix me.
Sara: That’s a lot of damage to fix. This will take a little bit.
Van: Allright.
Delmar: We still need a boat. Why don’t you just buy us one and fund this shit.
Van: I don’t even know what kind of funds I have anyway, you know, being fired and all. Let me check. (Beep). I’m good on funds.
Sara: Did you just do what I think you did?
Van: Maybe…..(Snap!). No.
Donny: Whelp. Looks like we’re in it now boys. I’ll be back
Van: What’s that sound?
Delmar: Sounds like helicopters. Why would there be that many helicopters?
Sara: Yoohoo here turned on his cell phone.
Delmar: Seriously? What the fuck?
Van: I’m fast on my feet. Didn’t say I was anywhere else.
Delmar: We gotta go.
Van: Where’s Donny? OOOOF!
Unknown Massive Black Guy: The wolf always gets his prey.
Van: What? Who’s the camera crew? And who are you?
Unknown Black Guy: Vincent Mann here to bring you down. Where’s the rest of your crew?
Van: Dunno. (Kips up faster than people blink). But we need to talk. This is a huge, massive misunderstanding that is mostly easy to explain.
(After explaining the situation)
Vincent: Ugh. Go to five second delay guys. Okay I need you too hit me as hard as you can.
Van: After all that explaining, you want me to hit? Seriously? No!
Vincent; Okay. (Radio crackles) Hey Mite. We got one for you.
Van: Mite? Wait….
Mighty Mite: SPORK!!!
Van: Fuck.

Donny: What’s that sound?
Crows: Big Blue guy coming this way CAW!!!
Donny: Bloody Hell.
Van: (Thinking)(Where did all these crows come from? Oh.) Donny! Move. Mite is right behind me!
Donny: Yay.
Donny: Does he always tal like that?
Van: Seems like it.

Delmar: There you guys are. Where have you been?
Van, Donny: Running
Delmar: Why?
Van: Giant guy you shot in the face is coming this way. Luckily, he isn’t very agile and Donny’s crows tripped him up. Who’s the people in the Helicopters other than the Knock-off Power Rangers?
Delmar: PMC
Donny: Fun.
Vincent: There you guys are. You said we needed to talk? Well, we don’t really do that. Wang does that. And by talking we mean fighting.
Van: Trying real hard to avoid that.
Donny: I’m not
Van: I know. Okay. Let’s talk to this Wang and see what’s up.
Wang T’an: The true way to measure a man’s soul is to battle him. Then can you only know what his true nature is
Donny: Let’s do this
(After fight)
Wang: You are one messed up individual
Donny: I know
Van: So I’m next right?
Wang: Yes
(Brick wall collapses. Several APCs and a battalion of ninjas and fomorians appears)
Familiar Voice: Oi! Look who it is. My favorite bastard of an Irishman.
Donny: Well damn, if it isn’t my favorite deformed monster and seems you joined up with Agent No-class as well

Most Wanted

It was the perfect storm of whose water is whose.

If it fits, we ship it, why are you hard to fold, you are an invertebrate.

Under the water! Ya we in luck here! Down in the muck here! Under the sea!

You are writing in Fishpen.

Best part about a tea party under water is you never have to refill your cup.

Come on, its tea like. Things to steep in the hudson.

New York has lost its luster.

This is my character talking. Because I would never say something that stupid.

Oh hell no, I jump into the hudson.

We are like if the JSA hated each other.


You just punched the City’s hero in the face on national television, while he shot a beloved media icon.

Did you use Chaos again? DID YOU USE YOUR CHAOS AGAIN!

I just keep swimming.

Last two sessions? Meh...

Its all the fun of getting beaten severely without having to pay someone.

What have you been failing? Life?

I have perfect memory. I can check with the GM if I don’t.

Which Nemisis, I need to keep the list up to date.

Where the hell did he get a spot light in New York? Its New York.

I can do drunk Donny’s adventures all night.

It not my fault, intentionally.

I order pizza for the president.

We live in New Mexico don’t look at me.

Best laid plan of Mice and Scion
Yes, I botched...

I mean how much does a guy have to stroke it before he gets it to come?

Hey, I know how to drive… The truck taught me how.

“Hey, to be fair my character didn’t finish High School.” “Neither did his, and he still has four levels of EPIC Intelligence.”

Maybe you could read him.

I take my ice cream.

“Hey you’re a pretty lady…” “I just leave at this point.”

So… Does he need you to sneak in and then call the secretary?

Are you asking this out of character?

“-2 Dice penalty” “Why?” “You were in Sara’s Hot box.” “Fair enough.”

Does the cloud of smoke help me find it?

Have you tried talking to it yet?

It was more of the look of “I should have seen that coming, why didn’t I?”

Oh fuck it, it was a rental anyway.

LIS Long Range Recording Transcript

Subject: Barfly on the back porch stairs, smoking some type of large roll of plants; all agents to far away to smell, (reminder to bring dogs next time, the non-telepathic kind.)

Toni, I don’t know if you hear these any more, or if you just ignore them but… I miss you. I miss everyone, but you know… Fuck.

So about a moon ago, I met this guy, not like that so don’t worry. The guy was a professor, creepy and creepy crazy to boot. He had this theory about Atlantis and how it all ties into Lovecraft, everything up here does, and how he knew where it was maybe. I thought it was silly, so I did that thing, you know that thing where I look. I saw something. Kind of shadows, it was foggy like someone had used turpentine on a painting but forgot to bleach the canvas. I don’t know what so I went to Olympus…

You should have seen everyone’s face, Sara what are you doing here. I almost laughed in their faces. I talked to my dad about what I saw. My dad didn’t know but he knew Thoth would know, so we look it up in that big book, and guess what, Atlantis doesn’t exist. Not like it is a rumor and nothing more, not in it’s only a story. There is nothing about Atlantis, not even mentions of it in the book of everything. Some gods didn’t even understand what I was asking about. Hell even that crazy cat lady thought we were crazy when we told her the story mortals tell. The only explanation is someone must have deleted the knowledge from the very gods. Only they did their work too well…

Remember how I said I missed everyone, I thought I would find something new. So I hatched a plan, use some newbie Scions, how do we find the time right? With them I could find Atlantis without anyone ever knowing I was looking for it, but they are just like us. Explosion and insanity, good times, but we kind of killed the professor and the kids don’t understand the problem picking a fight with the Titans will bring…

I miss you… I know… I know I what I said but I was angry, and I liked Jack so… Listen if we ever meet again, let’s talk, like really talk.

If you see Kate, tell her I miss her too.

:: Door opening ::

New Voice: Hey, Sara those people are back.

Sara: Yea, okay… Let me put this out.

:: Barfly inhales from the roll of plants, stubs out the flame, exhales and enters the location. ::

Scion: Architeuthisphilla and Rabbit Lovers

Zeus invented rape culture.

Well I couldn’t fix the boat, I couldn’t convince the dwarves and I couldn’t hit the Kraken. You only have yourself to blame.

“You feel your heart go a flutter.” “Because it’s being eaten by Maggots?” “Maggots of love!”

That is the one reason I didn’t take magic, it does things like that.

Hey I have cobra reflexes and trick shot! (Fails a fate roll and still doesn’t get it’s a bad thing.)

In hindsight, we shouldn’t have been surprised by it being a rabbit.

You are now Frank the Br’r Rabbit, Doomsday rabbit.

I keep trying to get cool shit and everyone else is getting it.

Wait, did we leave the oven on?

You left him in the trunk, where he soiled himself!

The waffles are in my future damn it.

You left it at the professor’s house, in the ghillie suit.

He must be trust worthy he sounds like you and looks like a green Wookie, what could go wrong.

“You can just put that on the insurance claim!” “What’s Insurance?”

Opening Pawn Gambit
Run Rabbit, Run.

Some would argue that the worse part of any game is the opening move. Your opponent, even if they are an old one, never starts the same way twice. If you are going first, they make their first move with more knowledge than you had when you moved. Such is the way with opening gambits.
Sara has made the opening move. The young goddess is new to the game. However, can she truly play the game when she rejects it?
Three Scions move forward from the safety of their ranks , will they make it to the end of the board? Or will they, like so many more, perish? Sacrifice and Heroism are inescapable themes for a young Scion. It is the cost of Immortality after all. The scions are young soldiers faithful not yet perview to the cost of the god’s game.
Young Delmar is a Scion of Raijin. A death dealer skilled in his craft of professional murder. Izanami chuckles at his grim and serious work. Though his heritage hidden by a southern sun and its strange formalities his professional seems to be unquestioning.
Ayman is an archer with a silent resolve quite. Aloof and distance time will tell what makes this scion the way he is.
Finally Durjaya Vanishika. Champion of national circuit for Mix Martial Arts. A quite fighter, new to the world of myth will he learn its secrets before his destruction.

Lone Quack Ducks

Professor Qa’zar, not his real name but funny story, has found THE LONG LOST CITY ALANANTIS! AGAIN!

Okay so maybe the first four hundred times turned out to be a whale orgy but this TIME HE HAS TO BE RIGHT! Well tenure at the university of Rhode Island is up and he needs this not only for his name to ring gloriously out across the world of Academic, also because well he needs the money. He owes a loan shark For debts, his rabbit racing fees are up

Unfortunate no one is going to give him anything, first 250 times shame on me, fool me 150 times more Same on you. Luckily he bumped into the wrong person at a sorority party. The wandering goddess of the Maenads, Keeper of the addict last words and bearer of the silent pain that leads to addiction and self-destruction, Sarah.

See Atlantis is a myth, its made up, like the Gods. It never existed but you ask a Mystery God they look at you funny then start talking about something else. Most of the time other gods just move on there is no proof and records of the time that it was supposed to exist are kind of blank about it. Which is weird. Thoth likely the most anal about keeping records or making really dry epic entries has nothing. Absolutely nothing on Atlantis not even that mortal starting talking about it. Which given Thoth’s big book that contains life, the universe and all manner of things that could be the question that is the answer 42, rather strange.

Sarah thinks it’s strange, it might be nothing, or it could be something else. The gods are losing the war and everyone is too noble to admit it. One of the reason Sarah isn’t fighting the war instead she spends her time on the mortal plane to ease the pain of those that can’t be saved because either the gods are neglected morals or they are collaterals in war they will never know.

Sarah is lonely too. Her Friends are either dead, missing or fighting the war in their own terms. Evander’s hill is a death mound to any would be king. Yuri chases shadows for his missing sister. Kate vanished into the night hunting something, and no one knows if she is still alive. Walla Walla never made it to the land of gods so his fate is unknown. Clay Dent is lost in time. Only recently has it become known that Lucas was murdered when Korea has united.

So an adventure quest sounds like a good idea. Only she can’t leave her duties, too many to help and too little time help them. Instead she decides she could organize the quest.

So when Sarah showed at the gate of Olympus her Pappi welcomes her and listens and then helps. Together they piece together the missing pieces of the puzzles get other gods involved and soon everyone is wondering why Atlantis is a rumor and a punch line for mortals but not for the gods. Many of the gods think it’s the secret piece of the Titans’ war machines others believe it is, others it is a secret weapon they built and swore to forget about till the terrible day they used, other that it is a myth and other that the gods together destroyed it so completely for some reason so they would never have to talk about it ever again. Whatever the case the Gods need to find Atlantis.

They need to do so quietly, so the titan forces don’t notice, the best option for that is a group of Scions just awakened and ready to be played in the great game. After all the pieces that move are the only pieces worth anything.

Some times life happens
Not really an Update

Let’s talk politics for a second. Don’t worry we aren’t talking about the politics of the country but more accurately the politics of a small group.

I have run this gaming group for roughly six years. It has been both a blessing and a curse. To be honest I love it. In part the group helped me realize how much I don’t want to be an engineer. It also helped me realize how much I love telling stories. Tabletops are an interactive storytelling event, if you’re all close friends the story become very deep and personal. It became just as much hanging out with your friends as it becomes a more interactive video game.

In a tabletop there is no division between Player and Character, they are ultimately one and the same. In the game system of Scion this is very liberating. However, this is a huge liability in some situations.

As I said in a good group this isn’t an issue. In a bad group well… We have had only two people that have been fundamentally bad players. In the first case, it was mostly a difference in viewpoints that everyone sort of ended up making worse. In retrospect we could have fixed the problems and moved on together but at the time all of us were too young or simple too set in what we wanted. Maybe it was for the best as respect didn’t seem to go both ways at the table.

In the last case it was mostly a toxic presents. The person wasn’t bad he was just, well he shifted the tone. He had a very set idea on what he wanted to do, be damn what others wanted, other players or myself. Most of the time it was subtle, he would do something that had a general connection to what was going on. The game would shift through just a little bit. Other times he would sledgehammer his way to what he wanted. Forcing the group to his idea of what we should be doing, but thanks to that subtle shift it didn’t feel out of place. It’s hard to fully explain because I can see where it happen in the what and when but I just don’t know the how and why.

It happened relatively recently so maybe I can’t fully analyze it without feeling what I felt at the time. That said I have two conflicting points about this player. The firstly I wanted to play. I wanted to play scion it was stress release, for a few hours I was essentially a god so there is the power trip. The second is a lack of desire to play. This confliction crept on me slowly always making me feel a little off. I should have picked up on something being wrong when he got upset for the jokes we made at his expense. Our group has always shown affection through drunken confessions and insults. So it was definitely warning flag I should have dealt with.

But as I said I wanted to play, and no one else really spoke up, so I couldn’t really give up playing simply because I felt a little off. We played through three campaigns together, the first one was decent. The second one had moments, but really started to drag, and finally the third one.

I was feeling so burnt out. College that semester was lots of heavy writing that I am slowly getting back into. It was also this contradiction. My campaigns have always been half-planned, half-seat of my pants. With every game I was planning less and less. My desire to not play was growing with every session. I felt burned out, which is weird, normally I would have been jazzed. I was writing, tons of ideas, just floating in and out of me but I didn’t want to use them.

I should have realized what was going on. I gave this bad player a lot of Heavy stuff, choices and decision but it didn’t change shit for him. He kept doing his weird subtle sledgehammer thing.

I wasn’t alone in this. We lost a player due to his out of game antics with a girl he was dating and just how shitty he was to her, the girl was a player but left after his actions following their break up. I remember being extremely insulted by his remark, she was my guest in my house, but I didn’t want to interject in as it was mostly a personal. One of my closest friends explained that most of his absences during this time was because he didn’t want to spend time with this other player. Two of this player’s friends who were in the group when he wasn’t around were really more active and were had more fun to play with but if he was at the table they were more drawn away from the game and less active. I think a couple of the insistences of weird behavior by everyone was because of his presence.

Which is the roundabout way to my point; a group is only as strong as the members’ relationships. A toxic presence kills the group slowly. I am bringing this because this is the summary from the third play through. I have never had to motivation to finish, but the group has recently restarted we talked about some of the problems the last game had but I never realized how much it affect me personally till I sat here staring at what is essentially my work. Work I didn’t want to do. I made the best of it at the time but it still broke something in me and I have just started to get out of that funk. You can see there is no order in the work it essentially drifts from event to event that because I didn’t want to make a story and I just didn’t want to sit through it and watch it change into something else.

I can’t be bothered to finish this at the moment maybe in a year but at the moment I will end it here, close this chapter and come back at another date.

Read on if you want… I am not proud of it.

Thomas S. Lye, a scion of Thor has betrayed the Gods and now our Band must hunt him down! After our band manages to escape the tiger pit that was Mexico City leaves its foundation shaken and her people rejoicing; although they will likely do that after have picked up all the glass and cleared away the rubble, the band seeks to end Thomas for a greater reason than his simple betrayal.

Our band leaves Mexico under the cover of fire and darkness, setting sail for North Korea. Though the escalation of many problems begins to happen, The boat was launched without supplies, good food is abundant to the weakest of Scions with heart and courage, but the most vital provision is missing; the all mighty booze. Landing in Hawaii they stock up and head out.

Arsenio proceeds to spend the entire cruise drunk. Whether he is drinking to forget or drinking to remember is anyone’s guess. Clive fishes and become Arsenio’s drinking buddy the two bond over the stories of trying to kill each other. Their clash in Mexico is almost legendary. Rocky trains sharks and get a Megalodon shark to become loyal to him. Kiara is asleep most of the ride. Yu spends his time teaching the polar bears economics and how to steal things. The polar bear gang latter becomes one of most dread pirate gangs in the Pacific.

Then bored and drunk, and mostly unsupervised, Rocky creates the dreaded Blood Fruit! After tricking Clive into making a dessert out of it, and everyone partakes. The Blood fruit robes our scions of their mental capacity and they become crazy.

After somehow managing to get the boat to the North Pole the band realized what has happened and locks Rocky in a chest they freeze solid in an attempt to prevent him from going crazy any more.

The band arrives in the Sea of Japan where they are confronted by a giant sea dragon. The dragon has had one side of his mustache cut off and Thomas S. Lye told the dragon that it was the band. The band in a strange moment of discipline negotiates with the dragon before Rocky is eaten, and the dragon smashes their boat.

With the boat smashed; the band is split into separate parties they end up spread out, Rocky washes up in Russia, Arsenio rolls in Japan, Clive and Kiara find themselves in South Korea, and Yu lands in North Korea.

Our Scions soon learn, that despite being stuck in a time bubble, North Korea is a DMZ between the Shen and the Amatsukami. The two pantheons have been stuck in a cold active war of sorts. As such both have created a field that denies ichor from activating making Godlike things Mortal. The only way to use the power inside of the field is to destroy the relic creating the field or to gain sponsorship.

Rocky after getting into a fight with Russian Guardsmen meets his Uncle Vidar who sends him into North Korea to look for a woman named Kim affectionately called the She-wolf by the North Korean Army, who she is vivisecting. Rocky discovers the DMZ when his powers don’t work in North Korea, he reluctantly plows on ahead. He meets an enigmatic scion called Ishmael, they never introduce each other, yet they travel North Korea together. Rocky learns from his new friend that Thomas is in North Korea. Rocky fascinates on an idea and together they hatch a plan to lure out Kim who is soft spoken and completely unsympathetic to North Korea. After meeting all three form a plan that has them being captured so they can take out Central Command from the Inside. Only it will take Ishmael several days to set everything up. Without his powers Rocky is at the mercy of North Korea’s Interrogators.

Thomas S. Lye visited Rocky while he is captured the two trade banter but nothing comes of it, Thomas left his brother to be tortured. Kim comes back at the end of the week and feeds Rocky, leaving him wondering two things; how much longer, and why didn’t Vidar warn him?

Clive climbs out of the ocean and finds a tailor, he purchases a suit for him and his polar bear. He has to keep his head down as he starts looking for a way north, he contacts his mother who tells him to get a sponsor so he can enter North Korea and not be powerless. He remembers an old friend Yuri a young god in the Amatsukami and sees if he can get a sponsor from Susano-o. Though Yuri isn’t in a generous mood to help.

Yuri just wants just a few things before he can help, Dragon Beard Hair, a fully functional Yamato class battleship, written permission from the Empire of Japan to use the Yamato, help from Hedion, help from a scion called Lucas, 300,000 tons of Twinkies and the Complete Conquest of North Korea, Clive can work on the last one after being sponsored. A simple task for a God, but Clive is not a god… Clive starts by thinking maybe he can pick up the dragon’s trail from the wreckage of the yacht.

Yu washes up on a beach, once again forgetting what is going on. A security team finds him and Yu asked to be taken to the magic show. He is detained by North Korea security forces until he is freed by his father who explains he was travelling with a group of Scion who were doing something, and maybe he should look for them to figure out how he got “Shanghaied.” Yu travels to South Korea, discovers a report of the boat’s destruction and thinking it is related makes haste

Arsenio begins to look for the other members of his band. He believes that he can find them by checking every bar, dive, and hostess club from Odate to Fukuoka his tree and giant jaguar close behind him. After meeting half the population of Japan, he catches a slow boat across the Sea of China and enters South Korea. He begins moving on to every bar, dive, and Hostess club in Korea from Jeollanam-do to P’yongyang. He finds Clive soon enough only to lose him when he goes to settle his tab. After spending more days at the bar, the Sapling, Hedion and several Spartans stage an intervention to get Arsenio back into the hero game. Arsenio doesn’t seem to care…

Kiara gets arrested when she makes landfall at a military and is confused when she is asked if she is a spy/assassin by a woman named Soo. She incites that Scion of her Mother and Grandmother only serves to bring one thing, the elimination of Secrets. Soo lets them go, telling her to get out of North Korea. She and Hedion shrug at the exchange then they move off to find Clive, who is trying to figure out his list. After both meet up with Arsenio and Clive, Kiara then leaves the party to check into a few things.

So enter Suraja, is a scion of Kali, who was sent to South Korea guard a scion of Ganesha who is working on the latest Nuclear power reactor for South Korea, once boredom sets in she is causing a major disruption in the positive forces inside the lab, and told to look into a strange wreck by her charge. Not having much better on her plate she sets out to find the wreck as Clive and Yu both make haste to it as well. Our Scions arrive around the same time and introduction go about as smoothly as most things go with this band… They wreck their boat after trying to hurl over the thing over Japan, where they have to turn it into a giant rabbit before it explodes red pulp mess with quiet “meep.”

Realizing they could get the Emperor’s permission they head to the Imperial palace in Kyoto where they murder the Emperor in kink custom wear. To be fair it was an accidental murder. One resurrects later, the Emperor signs the documents need for permission. The band heads off the Yamato’s final resting grounds.

Once there Yu stretched out and falls asleep in the car, Arsenio and Suraja suit up to dive. Clive goes down to the bottom of the sea, where he meets an Old Sea Turtle God. Said Turtle isn’t interested in leaving his home. Clive tries to bring him a new home a tanker filled with an experimental fish food that was going to be used on the Salmon Schools of North America, it was designed to make them stronger and tougher than normal fish, it also scares off natural predators due to its terrible smell. Naturally the Turtle won’t live in anything so stinky, Clive then tries to brute force the issue, but the turtle is strong in the way of the water.

While Clive flounders against the turtle, Suraja summons a ghost and learns about the turtle and the dreaded Nommo, a fish monster that lives in the other half of the Yamato only hunt at night during a full moon. Where they murder on weary sailor dragging them deep down under water to feed on their still drowning bodies.

Clive, not having any luck drops the band off at the bar Arsenio is drinking at, before going to seek out Lucas. Clive finds Lucas has been deployed to a nearby British carrier, Clive learns that Sea Turtle Gods are most cranky but fun loving things, Clive realizes his mistake. Clive also learns that he will need a time machine or something else to get Twinkies as the rights to the receipt are currently in the air. The reason Twinkies are needed are because when they are fresh they can be used in an ancient ritual that allows them to create a magical bond that fixes and bonds things together in a seamless bond, hence why they are needed to fix the Yamoto.

Clive heads back to the Turtle and begins to get him drunk. The Turtle however has a constitution and a bladder the strength and size of the ocean. Clive hatches a plan to use the Blood Fruit as a means to get the Turtle out of the ship. Clive learns things he will never speak about to anyone about the Blood Fruit but he makes a wine from the fruit and fills the Turtle’s cup, the turtles trip might have been enlightened or it might have been crazy talk either way one half of the ship raised.

The second half of the ship lies not far from the first half and it too was filled with a swarm of Nomos (Nomi?) And one who wields a powerful energy weapon. Clive and Yu manage to fight the Nomo off raising the ship from the bottom of the sea. Though the ship half was partially damaged. Clive creates a massive glacier island to keep everything safe and sound.
The Duo acting on a tip flies off to a remote tropical island. An island of lush forgotten beauty is actually a tropical resort for the fancy rich and drunk. Here they meet the drunken totally not a Russian Texan from Albuquerque Gregory. Gregory had a vodka bottle that never ran out, but he lost in a high stakes children’s card game against an evil penguin overlord. The penguin himself won’t give the relic back without getting something in return. He wants rights to the Twinkies.
Which brings our pair to their next step; they catch a flight to New York City and the Law office of Saxon and Schmidt. Saxon is handling the case of the late Mister Kebler and the legal claim of Four men who claim to be his illegitimate sons. While their genealogy isn’t in question which of the four is actually the eldest son is disputed. Time and Space inside the non-linear Fae realm doesn’t translate verbatim to the linear world of man. Realizing that they are screwed legally, they arrange for their lawyer to fly down from South Korea and take a hand at the issue.

Thus Oslo begins cracking the case, discovering a true legal son who still lives. As the legal son it doesn’t matter which bastard son is the oldest, as the legal son has first right. This legal son is currently living as Kim Jong-un II in North Korea. Clive is hesitant to take part in recruiting the son as North Korea is currently protected by an Anti-theoanthon field. Yu enters an Axis Mundi and enjoys the hospitality of Shen’s Beaurarchy for three months. While Clive spends his time visiting Shinto shrines trying to get partial Sponsorship for North Korea. Yet no one from the Amatsukami seems to be able to respond to his hails.

There is a reason for the silence. After Clive dropped everyone off and went to look for Lucas, Arsenio and Suraja form a plan to enter North Korea and simply take advantage of the Anti-theoanthon field. Also they believe that Rocky is located there and he might get in trouble, his absence from the group while refreshing is troublesome. Together the two of them bribe Chinese officials and swear that they are nothing more than happily married couple wishing to see the world. They place bribes, vault their possessions and enter North Korea powerless, weaponless. After spending a day on the guided tour and discovering the height of North Korean cuisine which is cardboard, and thicker cardboard. They decide they have had enough. In the middle of the night they scale down the side of their hotel to escape. The plan does not go swimming, resulting in them getting chased by the Glorious People’s Army of Korea. They managed to escape and ambush a convoy of soldiers. Together they take the uniforms and weapons for themselves and hatch a plan to find Rocky.

Arsenio testing a theory realizes that his dragon teeth are still functional. He grows a small force, and due to the power of the teeth they are fully capable of speaking and reading Korean. Searching the body reveal the location of a stronghold. Arsenio leads his troops in a surprise attack that the North Korean’s were not expecting. The assault goes well; Arsenio’s troops take and hold the compound, before freeing Rocky from his prison as he was being tortured to death. Freed, psychologically damaged, Rocky assaults the remaining forces and discovers an impenetrable red door.

Finding his way inside Rocky finds his old friend Ishmael waiting for him. He needs a second person to turn the key. Rocky mildly confused turns the key. The stronghold was the central command for all of North Korea’s Nuclear Weapon. Every Rocket and ICBM in the small dictatorship launches, travelling into the stratosphere. Before anyone can rationalize a logical response to the warheads, they detonate. Leaving most of Asia in the dark, as a cloud of radiation and death falls on Korea. China’s Capital goes dark throwing the entire nation in chaos. Japan suffers from a massive blackout, while they are prepared many will die as a result.

In her bunker, Soo Minamoto, Supreme Commander of South Korean DMZ, a scion of the Amatsukami smiles as the lights go out before the EMP shielded generators kick in. She rises slowly and orders the total mobilization of all South Korean military forces. Her orders? “Search and Destroy, today we end this war.”

Son Jong-un, a North Korean Agent working on his own peaceful plan of unification watches in horror as all his work is destroyed as 13 small suns rise and set in the heavens above his home.
Meanwhile in a field Kim So-Yeon places yellow wildflowers on the graves of her younger sisters, smiling for the first time in years as she knows the North Korea was being punished.

Rocky has but a moment to grasp the full horror he has done before he turns to his friend Ishmell and tries to attack him. Ishmell renders Rocky unconscious before he apologies. He pulls out a phone and orders his own forces to start attacking. A secret army mobilizes and begins to attack both the southern and the northern forces.

Arsenio and Suraja find Rocky and having stood in the glow of the new suns understand better than Rocky what just happened. Arsenio sees this is a moment to attack he gathers up his forces and leads them across North Korea to attack the The International Friendship Exhibition. Rocky hops in a hole and digs out never to be heard from for a while.

Meanwhile Jericho, a big game hunting scion of Apollo was enjoying the inflight movie, before the plane’s power blinks out and he left sitting in the middle of falling plane. Quick thinking Jericho runs into the cabin of the plan grabs the controls, forces the thing to at least slide across the ground rather than just flat out crash. He manages to save the crew and passengers from their pancake fates. However he doesn’t know where he is, and he suddenly realized that he can’t use his godly powers.

Before he can fully digest that horrible fact he meets the convey of Arsenio and his Spartans the two Greek demigods bond in the only appropriate manner before agreeing to help each other out. They find the international Friendship museum guarded by a massive giant.

The battle is a crushing one, mostly with Arsenico’s Spartans receiving a crash course in pancake making. Arsenio finally saves the day when crushed under a rock, where his full power returns throwing the rock back to his full strength crushing the Giant in a liquid paste.


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