The Gods have always walked among us. Their Ichor has mixed with our blood, and given us new heroes, people to uplift humanity from upright ape to apex of normal life on earth. Worship of the Gods gives them their power, though in the last five centuries, Reverence for the old ways has worn away, Gods are myths, as are many of their progeny, and the many things they fought that they consigned to the Shadow.
The monsters returned in force, all across the globe. It began simply as people began disappearing, but now there have been occirences across the globe, things billed as natural disasters to keep the general public from panicking. What was even more surpising was the emergence of people who could not only see the threats for what they were, while alive, but also combat them on equal or even superior ability.
In the past five years, more and more people, these "Scions" have emerged, Children of Ancient Deities of Myth, blessed with the ability to see the monsters, and cursed with the fate to fight them when others cannot.
They possess power, inherited from their divine parent, and access to relics of forgotten ages. Some can even empower others to fight alongside them, allowing them to see the threats, but as with all things there is a price for such empowerment. Some of these Scions control some of the very legendary beasts that many fight.
Across the world, every continent has its struggles, but like some sort of Fate-cursed magnet, the United States seems to have drawn more attacks than any other area. Perhaps this is due to the Diverse cultural makeup, the fact that in the US, all are represented, All the bloodlines have mixed, and the imaginations of its people know little limit. Several major thefts of cultural relics from across the globe have recently occured, and All the trails lead back to the United States, but end there.
This is what The newly mInted "Supernatural Investigations Agency" lives for. Based out of To learn and research these mythic creatures, The Gods, Their children, and the implements with which they fight. A Civilian Agency, It serves as a clearinghouse for information on the supernatural, Boasting at least thirty native-born scions, but led By one man, Director Hamilton Croft, Formerly a chief analyst for the CIA, who retired to Teach History at Stamford. Asked to head up this new agency, he has recruited people from all walks of life, who are vetted by the NSA, FBI, and CIA, as well as those scions he could, to help combat these mythic forces that seem to be gathering in the United States. While largely focused on Academic research, sifting the mountains of ancient legends for kernels of truth, going over reports regarding millions of artifacts, There is one Branch of the SIA that is solely devoted to action, The Special Operations Division.
SpecOps is the direct intervention arm of the SIA, made up of Scions and those who follow them who combat the monsters in the shadows. It is they who retrieve lost artifacts, and destroy threats to the human world. SpecOps is Lead by a Scion of Odin, Agent John Smith. A nondescript man, few would guess him to be one of the more powerful Scions alive, and perhaps the only person able to reign in the myriad egos and and eccentricities of the people under his command. SpecOps maintains three ready teams at any given time, Featuring 3-5 scions normally.
You the players Comprise SpecOps Team 3. This team is the only one lead by a non-US native, which while unorthodox, does have the blessing of the Director and President. Your Team Leader is Major Hideyoshi, who is on detached Duty from the JSDF. Not a stickler for Rules, and considering the agency is civilian, He does not insist on ranks, answering to either name or rank, and expecting his teammates to do likewise. Understand that you may be military, but you will also be considered on detached duty for the time you are part of the SIA.
9/7/5 for atts
36 dots for abilities
6 dots birthrights
6 dots virtues
Starting Legend 4
Starting purview/epic atts 15 dots
Because of certain issues, I ask that everyone create a new PM with your characters and send them to me at Justin OOC, so I have them for record. I Will be making a character thread so we can post them there. I know it's sorta a pain in the butt to do this all again, but it's what we gotta do.
I will not be using the tick system for combat, we'll simply be rolling initiative (Wits+awareness for our purposes) and posting in order.
Mitsuko walked into the hall, carrying a satchel over her shoulder with various groceries poking out. She strolled over, sidestepping the broken glass, humming to herself with a smile. Once she reaches the table she sat down the satchel, her groceries nearly spilling from it. "You rang?" she asked with a smile, tapping the side of her head. Her gaze then returned to the groceries, taking a quick inventory to go over her mental checklist once again. She had been contemplating this dish for a while, but the groceries would keep for several days if duty called.
Luci walked past Darrick and Deezy her hair snaking out to the corner behind the bar snatching up the broom and dustpan kept there just for this reason. A slight frown twisted her pale lips at the thoughtlessness of her fellow wizards as she sat down near the Master, her hair thrusting the broom and pan at Deezy. People could have been hurt. "You might need these Deezy, to clean up your mess."
...it was at that point there was a little flash of light from high above the Guild Hall, followed by a distant, bass ...crump... sound that jiggled the windows ever so slightly. Some of the old-timers in the Guild discretely moved away from the skylight. It wasn't that they were afraid of getting impaled by shards...the window up above had been replaced with 'safety glass' ages ago. A Guild Wizard was actually credited with the invention of the stuff. They just had keen instincts for this sort of thing. And thus, Darrik made his big, bold, sexy entrance to the Guild Hall...and no sooner than he had than something slammed into a pane of safety glass up above and broke through it, sending little mostly-harmless chunks of glass flying down in a shower all over the handsome devil. Into his outstretched arms smacked a smoldering thing that looked kind of like a human sized beetle grub with skin that felt vaguely like burlap. It wriggled. That skin split open then, and sprouting from within was a puff of hair so violently red that in some cultures it would be an invitation to war. It jutted out to either side in a sort of pigtail. The person's face was mostly obscured by the oversized lenses of brass and smoked quartz goggles that ticked and whirred as they swiveled around. What wasn't behind those lenses was primarily an ENORMOUS grin. "You GUYS! The emergency freefall system worked! I just survived a fall from...oh gosh, I don't even know. How high is it when you start to black out because you can't breathe? Like...higher than that. But I'm ALIVE! Oh, hey Darrik." Without comment, the Dark Mage lowered the weird swaddling drop-pod onto the floor, his face revealing little to nothing of what his feelings about this development were. She shoved the goggles up onto her forehead, revealing big, bright green eyes and round cheeks that were perpetually smudged with soot or grease or...something. "So! When I was passing out from asphyxiation, I had the damndest thing happen! A voice in my head saying there was a job! I was so excited I managed to hit the Abort button just before I fainted!" The wizard laughed heartily, then looked away for a second. "...probably should look into automating that button." "Anyway! If there's a job, I will get it done a hundred and seventeen percent! That is the Klattatech Guarantee!!" She leaped out of the embryonic shell of the freefall system; a short skinny girl with overalls and a T shirt that were almost entirely hidden behind belts and bandoliers of pouches and odd little bits and pieces of brass and copper and crystal, all waiting to be socketed together and brought to life.
- Last week
"Hon, I would love to do more," Darrik said, moving to pick up his clothing and dress himself, "but the Guild's sending me a message and they want me back on the double." It didn't prevent him from giving Sabrina a long deep kiss with salacious tongue. Or was it Serena? One of the babes with long blond hair, a sexy body and a wish to keep getting some of that fine Darrik. It was later when he got halfway down the road to the guildhall that he remembered. Yeah, it was Sabrina. Serena had the brother with flexibility and the bull tattoo, and mmm, strong muscles to fit. When the door to Blaze Heart opened, Darrik sauntered in with swaying hips. "What's up?"
Her sprint chewed through the distance, the only sounds she could hear the beat of her music and the thundering of her heartbeat, with a grunt she launched herself from one rooftop to another. Much quicker than trying to take the streets. She'd only hit the road itself once she reached her usual drop off point by her favourite stand. She wouldn't have time to stop properly today, though. Not with the call going out like it had. Usually they were left to their own devices as far as jobs went. The master only occasionally making requests of various members, and even then, it was more the S classes, so for it to be broadcast to the entire guild at once had her heart racing in anticipation. A familiar scent had her nose twitching and a wide grin stretched over her features as she came to the final edge. Launching herself over that with a whoop of delight, she hits the ground hard, rolling to bleed off the force of the fall and coming back up in a full sprint once more, momentum barely interrupted. Her hand dives into her pocket and she slams a handful of change down on the wooden counter of a stand, snagging her usual freshly baked treat from where it rested beside it. A quickly hollered thanks, a glowing smile, and a rapidly spinning coin sitting on top of a pile of it's brothers the only evidence of her passing. The stall owner barely even acknowledging the whirlwind that had just swept through his little store, raising his own hand in farewell and shaking his head, no doubt muttering imprecations on how she'd break her neck doing that someday. Coming through the guild doors at full speed, she dodges around Luci, boots almost skating over the floor as she plops onto one of the benches, her momentum sending her sliding down the bench where she comes to rest beside Brennan with a cheerfully chirped "Afternoon" addressed to the room at large before biting into her treat with obvious pleasure. One hand rising up to pull her headphones down to rest around her neck, the muted strains of her music issuing forth.
Luci peered out the window at the street below from beside the closed curtain, it was empty except fo normal foot traffic she could see no one waiting. The tendril of hair released the curtain and fell back into place with the waves of black living hair which seemed to be perpetually blown by an unfelt wind. With a sigh she picked up her swords and left the solitude of her room at the Hotel where she lived (it was the only place in town she could get 24 hour room service) to make her way to the Guild Hall. She had taken no more than two dozen steps out on the sidewalk before two men (boys really, she doubted either one was more than a few days over eighteen) had come up behind her and boxed her in one on either side. Both held the kind of silly autograph books you could get in any general store. Both began speaking almost as one. "Luci..." "... Lacuna! "This is such ..." "...A thrill to meet you at..." "...last!" "We follow all of your adventures" "And were especially intrigued by your latest from the paper..." "How you bested the Marshlight Monster was..." "...Fantastic!" That the two boys actually seemed to be talking as one annoyed the living hell out of Luci yet still she took the time to pause. She spun and both boys were caught surprised and stumbled. as she grabbed one book and scribbled then the other and scribbled again. "Have a good day boys." She said barely audible to either as she spun and marched the rest of the way to the guild hall leaving the two boys standing together holding their books up side by side, one having Luci on a page and the other with Lacuna Luci stopped just inside the door lifting one eyebrow as she took in the scene. The Master sitting at the end of the bar a thoughtful look on his face, almost a worried one if she guessed right, Brennen trying to keep from planting his face in his mug of coffee, and the new girl, what was her name Kaori something. "So I hear we have a job."
One member of the guild was already in the guild. Evie had come by moments before and told her what was happening, about the letter, but not the mission. Half-heartedly she managed a smile while she peeled the crust from her grilled cheese sandwich. She had moved what few, modest belongings she had to the guildhall, now that her landlord had kicked her out. He'd heard about the incident last week with her celestial spirit burning down a house she was asked to clear of vermin in the larder and feared that it might happen again, to his own property. She was still a stranger to the guild, a newbie that had already proven her absolute ineptitude in every way imaginable. Most days she just sat at her table, talking to herself. Dreading he next attempt to pay her dues when her celestial spirits would find some new way to mess her life up.
Brennan shuffled into the guild. He was shambling like he wasn't quite awake yet and looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, which wasn't too far from the truth. "Eeeey ere'body...," he managed through a wide mouthed yawn as lazily waved to everyone. He sat at one of the tables lethargically rested his head against his hand. "Brennan, hun, do you need something, coffee perhaps?" Evie asked. His head slowly bobbed in the affirmative, managing to reply before fell back asleep. A moment later his eyes snapped open as the steam from his coffee mug caught his senses. "Mmmm... Evie, you are the best." "I know," she smiled at him. "So, what's up?" He took is first sip and it was like sweet ambrosia to his senses. "What's going on?" She patted him on the shoulder and walked off. "Wake up first, Master will talk with everyone once they all arrive."
I am repurposing this game zone for Blaze heart until Chosen comes back. Hopefully this works out well. It was a rare Day in the town of Magnolia, home to the guild Blaze Heart. It was peaceful, quiet, and for the most part ordinary. The wizards of the guild were mostly out on various jobs, so there was little concern of a ruckus to be caused by them. Despite the destruction the guild could cause, there was never any real talk of forcing the guild out. They were powerful and of course some feared them, but that wasn't the real reason. Blaze Heart was a very sturdy shield to the town, Monster attacks and marauding bands were things that just didn't happen in Magnolia, and if they did, the Blaze Heart wizards were the first to respond with typical decisiveness. The guild brought fame with them, even if they weren't the strongest, and the members were reliable, though like many guilds, fairly quirky. Headmaster Lester Caine sat at the bar, a sheet of paper with the Imperial header and seal atop it before him, and he read it another time. It was an Imperial command for his guild to send a team of no less than five Wizards to Mount Mistal to retrieve a relic that had been stolen from one of the Royal convoys. Two dozen dead soldiers and four dead wizards already because of whatever was stolen, and yet the King had not seen fit to bring this to the council. The job was delivered by courier, and only into his hands. He sighed. They had no information, save that one of the mages told the patrol that found the ransacked convoy That he heard the Theives say something about Mount Mistal before passing on. Master Caine would have rathered gather his S-class wizards together and send them, since this was so important, but only one was still in town. He'd have to send the others, and he would keep at least three members here in town, as insurance. He'd already had Evie use her Telepathy Magic to contact the others in town summoning them to the guild hall. He'd let them volunteer, then choose who to send from among those. Evie Conroy was the guild's hostess and bartender/chef. She was a woman with a past, and while her magic was excellent for communications, there were other aspects of it that put most mages off. Publiclly, it was called Communication Magic, as she could understand and communicate with anyone, but only the guild members knew the truth of the matter. Like many of the members of the guild, Evie was a beautiful woman, though she didn't seem too concerned with it. She was dressed simply as her tasks were mostly the maintenence of the Guild Hall. She was the friendly face, the one who was always there to listen, and one of the few who actually lived in the Guild Hall's small dormitory. Caine looked at her, and she nodded. This close it was hard for her not to read his mind, and she shared his concerns. To her, the Guild was family, her brothers and sisters, and this would be a Dangerous Job. She had fixed some tea and brought it to the master. "All we can do is wait to see who wants to do this. Knowing them, they'll all want to go, so you'll have your pick." Caine just nodded. "I know, but this is not normal. There's no information on what was stolen, just that the Mages would know when they saw it, and that this was to be done as quickly and with all secrecy possible." She tried to stifle her chuckle, but failed. "And they sent it to our Guild, Master?" "Yeah, I know, that was my reaction too when I read that the first time."