The rules in this section provide you with the tools you need to create a Hero-tier Scion for this game. Note these are house rules and not RAW. To convert your character to a full-fledged Hero, apply the following steps:
• Choose two additional Callings at one dot each. This calling can be any calling appropriate for the character and do not have to be from your patrons. Assign three additional dots (total ) in any combination among your five callings. The character’s primary Calling, or highest-rated, does not have to be a Calling from your patron(s)
• Choose a total of five Heroic Knacks, these are in addition to the origin knacks you already possess. If you have a calling at 3 dots or more you may choose an Immortal Knack at the cost of two Heroics for that calling.
• Assign nine dots worth of Birthrights , as described in Step 6 in the Hero Book.
• Choose innate Purviews, as described in Step 7 in the Hero Book.
• Assign Boons, as described in Step 8 in the Hero Book.
• Note your character’s Legend rating of 1.
You have 15 xp to spend or save
Make sue you follow these instructions while similar to the book there are some differences.
Once you have done your upgrade look here Hero page 191, for how to choose your Keywords and make your Legendary Title
“So be it!” Imhotep’s voice rings loudly the table and chairs vanish, leaving the band standing. The gods, those who chose, step up and surround their scion each reaches out and lays a hand upon the chosen one.
Sound, a cacophony of horns and drums, choral voices, all mixed together, it should have been horrible, discordant, yet it wasn’t. Each member of the band could here three distinct lines of the music, they feel a rush of dizzying euphoria…
Each of the band stands alone in a halo of light before them stands one of their patron gods, the god leans forward and whispers a word that has meaning only to the two of you, the euphoric rush surges again more powerful than before and then this is repeated with another of your patrons, and again for the third. Each surge of euphoric power is greater than the last, the halo of light burns brighter, and a rush of sounds carries you away…
Imhotep lets his eye roam across the band, then holds his hands up in an all encompassing gesture. "Then it is done, The gods have made their choice, you the chosen must decide if you will accept their gifts.
Refuse and you will be taken to your home with no memory of this save some lingering dream. Accept and begin you journey."
The three before Raiko looked to each other, two of stern face, one of quite wisdom, the one with Asian features gave a slight bow to his fellows. “ I am Ōkuninushi, and your last shall be answered first. You are correct, all of you have been observed, since your birth, all of you have been woven into the loom of fate, and even should you choose to not except this honor, your lives as mortals will still have impact.
Prophecy is a powerful tool of the divine, when we openly meddled in mortal affairs prophecy was used to guide our tools, and to befuddle our enemies. When you were a child, Raiko you became a pawn of Prophecy, your abduction was not what it seemed and when the outcome did not seem to be going in the manner those who perpetrated it, sloppily I might add, wished, they, at the prodding of one of their member who perhaps had more knowledge of things than he should have, decided on a different deal than the one they were supposed to follow.
Yojimbo, is an Immortal Hero, a servant of the Kami, and inspiration. He was once like you. When the plan in which you were ensnared went awry, Yojimbo was sent to put things back into order. His fate and yours have been bound since then. Now is not the time nor is this the place for greater detail, but I will tell you that the origin of that plot is still very much alive, and the outcome are not yet decided.”
He looks back at his companions, both nod to him. “My friends speak little, lest they set in motion things which must be, so your other two questions I will turn to my good friend, Imhotep, who will be your mentor in these maters.”
Imhotep walks to a poisition where he can be heard by all of the band. “The answers to Raiko's questions are for all, and they are related. Your opponents will be many and varied. The titans are bound, yet their children have never been fully cleansed from the world and mortals, seekers of power, have always sought them and theirs.
Monsters of legend exist and while their forms are not recognizable to mortals, they will be by you once you have returned to the world awakened. Those things you fought today, The Scions of giants and a full blooded Troll, to normal mortals they would have appeared as a gang of savage men bent on murder, outlaws, thieves the like, Mortals who saw them would have seen, a rioting mob, or a drug addled motorcycle gang, this is how a mortal mind interpret the supernatural, it makes excuses and draws a picture it can except.
Others more powerful exist these are like you and not. In their veins the blood of titans flow, but these were not born mortal no in many cases they were created for a purpose. And there are others, forces in the world who were not bound by our treaties, but who, for their purposes did not show themselves to the world openly. All of these you may face in one way or another.
Your encounters if seen by mortal eyes will in many cases will be explained as mundane as that is what the mortal will tell himself he saw.
The Einherger from the hotel are servants, like you right now they were mortal once, and their service earned them a place among their gods service. All Pantheons have the like, and yes they even today can walk among men. At times they will be able to aid you in tasks such as today and in other ways, and as your Legend grows you may have servants of your own to call upon.
Which brings us to your Legend. Legend is what makes mortals into gods, what gives a god his power and station among his Pantheon, Legend is the personification of worship.
As mortals you mostly have no legend but there are a few, among the mortal world, who accrue it, their names become known their deeds told time and time again. These men and women, do not become gods, nor are they immortal, but their names will persist for long periods of time. For us however, legend feeds the divine, it builds upon itself. That spark will lend power to your Legend, as you perform deeds and they become known, your tales will inspire, your names will be invoked. The greater your legend the greater your power. Legend can make a mortal a hero, a Hero a demigod, and a demigod a god.
That is what Legend means to you. To the world it is a different thing. As I said your Legend can inspire, it can also bring fear to those that are not predisposed for you. Legend as it grows will turn your deeds into myths. As heroes, you are still seen as mortals, but suddenly when your legend passes a certain point, the tales of your deeds become fantastical, real mortals begin to see your deeds as reality. Mortals may see the giants and the trolls when you are present because Legend says it is part of you. That is when the mortal world and you will clash. If you win this contest, you will become demigods and the divine will once again be part of the world. You will become the gods. It is inevitable
Ali was struggling to absorb all this, crazy implications that did not mesh well with what he'd been believing his whole life. The others offered an array of questions that covered all the sorts of things he could think to ask. Instead, he turned his attention to the two men and the woman who had chosen to be his patrons. "I don't have any questions to add. Instead, I'd like a piece of advice from each of you along with your names, please."
The beautiful, clean cut blond man, smiled pleasantly at Ali. “I am Apollo, sone of Zues and Leto. I, we, could give you much advice, for we have lived since before history began.
What you know of us is myth, legend, stories, but what you don’t is that the peoples you associate us with, The Greeks, The Romans, the Egyptians, The Babylonians, etc,” he makes wide gestures at the naming of each race, ”all of them came long after us. Their knowledge of us, was as much legend and myth to they themselves as the tales they hand to you are to you.
My Advice to you, to all of you, seek knowledge, but do not trust every source as the one truth, for the truth is usually just a part, and often the smallest part, of a tale. Sometimes it takes many small truths to reveal the real truth.”
The handsome bearded man spoke next, stepping forward he placed a hand upon Ali’s shoulder, “I am Haoma, but like most here I have many names, some known, some not. You are a good doctor, you are a good and dutiful son, you are a good man. Each of these are branches of you, you must balance them, do not let one over take the others. If the branches of a tree are equal, the tree will grow tall and straight, but if the branches are not it will lean and twist.”
The woman shakes her head at the cryptic ramblings of her fellow deities and placing her hands on her hips stares down at Ali. “I am Aset, also called Isis, I will talk straight not with bad riddles. You are not a god, you may never be a god. But you can be one. You have strength, that has not been allowed to grow, The tree calls you dutiful, I will call you oppressed, you have done what others want you to do even when your soul has cried out for more. My advice to you Ali Badren, stop listening to others and listen to your soul.”
Valentine considered her words carefully, listening to the others ask the strategic questions or only for advice. She tumbled thoughts and questions in her mind and eventually turned the first of her three patrons, a beautiful Goddess wrapped in a hijab-like covering whose name she did not know (Ninhursag). "What skills and qualities did you see in me that made you think I was up to this undertaking?"
“I am Ninhursag, Lady of the Sacred Mountain, the Mother of Mankind. And I am Ninhursanga, Ninmah, Nintu, Nintud, Nintur, I am Beletili, Belet— ili, Aruru, Dingirmah, Mami, and many many more.
Why did I choose you? What makes you special? Perhaps it was your skill as a doctor, or maybe your drive to heal the pain of the world? Maybe it was the loyalty to the quest of your family that they sacrificed for?
Maybe it was all of those things, maybe none of them.
The real question is one I cannot answer, only you can. Why are you here? Why did you leave the warmth and safety of the hotel to go fight those foul creatures? Why did you walk down an otherworldly tunnel and through an impossible door? Why did you follow the ravings of a mad holy man? Why did you do what a dying man asked of you?
Answer those questions and you will know why I chose you.”
After hearing her response, she turned to the next Goddess. This divine woman was sharply dressed with short hair and a piercing gaze. "What is the best way I can help my. . . group, I guess - the others here - that we might succeed where others have failed in the past?"
The sharp-eyed woman regarded Val, “I am Het-Heru, you might be more familiar with the name Hathor though. I will not judge those who went before, any failure was more of circumstance. What can you do for your band? Love them. Nurture them, heal them, protect them. Kill for them if need arises. But most of all Love them.
And again, after listening attentively, Valentine turned to the final Goddess, one who made her think of baking special treats with her mother and happy summertime days spent with her family. "What is your advice on how best to come together as a group? We as a whole are only as strong as our weakest bond."
“Call me Hestia. I could give you lots of advice, draw you a plan,” She smiles at val, “But what your really going to need if this is going to work, Become a family, build a home, Like Hathor said, Love each other, even if you don’t like each other. Nothing is stronger than family.
He stares at the man with dark Indigenous features, not even trying to figure out who he is, and hoping he introduces himself, as most of the others have done. "This is my first question. I understand the sooner this is taken care of the better, but do you know of any 'Active' plans in the works that would enforce a timeline upon us?"
The Native grinned and hummed a tuneless little song, he looked sideways to the gods beside on either side, to Agni he gave a shrug then facing Hephaestus he wiggled his eyebrows then he looked back at Try and made a very dramatic and farcical serious face. “Hai things happen when they happen, some say when they are supposed too, but that is not true. In the tongue of those who worshiped me I am pukawiss, the unwanted, eh. Day follows night, sun follows moon. He makes plans, she makes plans, they make plans, you make plans. As the mortal generals say no plan survives contact with the enemy. Do not worry about their plans,” He laughs a musical laugh, “make them worry about yours!”
He approached the second man, the man of south asian appearance. "To you I pose my second question. What intelligence do you have on the disposition of our first 'target' or mission? Are we to kill something? Foil a plot? or perform a 'heroic' quest?"
“Hmm, I am Agni, you may know of me or you may not. Yes, you will do lots of killing, yes, you will foil plots, and yes you will perform heroic quests.
We are your Patrons, not your task masters. From us you will inherit gifts, but it is not our place to drive you down the path, merely to show you where the path lies. The Titans are not like us and they are just like us. But those who were banished, imprisoned, they are not free, not yet. It is their children, scions like you, and mortals who wish to serve for power who weaken the chains, but they work from the shadows, hidden, they are not organized into one singe entity. They are legion.”
To the redheaded man who identified himself as Hephaestus he turned. "For you, I have what can be perceived as a selfish question. Will there be transportation provided, or are we expected to procure our own transport to the mission zone?"
Hephaestus threw his head back and roared with laughter. “You are a funny one. You are young, I bet you play those games with the internet, what kind do you like, racing, those shooting up kind, those crazy MMOs.” He laughs again. “I already gave you a car, we just don’t know what it does yet now do we?”
He knew Susano-o liked poetry, and as such did his best to ask his question in the form of a Haiku. He stood before him,and nodded.
"Great Battles lie ahead,
Wise seek council from Elders,
A Warrior's way."
Susano-O clapped his hands together pleased. “let me think,” and gestured for Tenchi to ask his next question of SunWukong.
He moved to stand before Sun Wukong. "Regrettably my knowledge of Chinese poetry and forms is lacking." Sun Wukong just grinned. "You can learn. That was good for something on the spot, you have potential." The Monkey King also was a lover of poetry, especially opera. He signaled for Tenchi to continue.
Chosen rising to answer,
Wise King's Advice sought."
“Hmm,” The Monkey King looked thoughtful, “Various Trials, Battles lying ahead, seeking council, advice sought. You have asked the same question of us, with words of poetry, clever, but we do not need to be flattered, we do not seek your worship you are no longer what you were. and we are not the same.
When you fought you acted, the only council sought was your sibling. Do not come to rely on those who are not related to you, If you choose to walk this path your band will be your brothers and sisters.”
He stood before Hephaestus, who waved him off. He'd just finished answering Tryfon "No poetry for me, just ask straight away. They may like speaking around things, but I want to get to the point, you're not my only Chosen."
Tenchi nodded and asked his last patron his question. "Mundane means will only go so far against what we are to face. What can we do to earn or create the tools and means to accomplish the tasks ahead of us for when mortal means fail?
“Earn is exactly what you will do. While we shall awaken abilities in you and grant you gifts, there are other things, Relics which will make your tasks easier. Most are lost as those who bore them died eons ago but the more the world awakened these old things will crop up. As for directly Some of us may pass a thing or two down to you .but you are not us we are not looking for you to be us. If we wanted that we would have just said damn the treaties and done it ourselves. But we will try this first, at least for a while.”
Juno had asked the questions one following the other only pausing to breath, getting them all out at once instead of waiting for the answer one of the gods might provide.
The woman in the middle flexes her back, causing her to stretch seductively, like a great feline, "I am Bast. Family is important, they provide comfort, love, understanding, a place to turn to when you need renewal. And they are your responsibility. The world is not safe, no one is safe. Protect them as you wish, if you wish, and as you can. But do not expect others to perform a task which is yours."
"I am called by many names, I am Oya. Imhotep will be your guide and mentor, and we three your patrons. Our help will not be direct but we will do what we can. But look around you , at those who have fought beside you have shed blood beside you, this is your band. You are young, your godhood is not certain but you will grow, together. Each of you brings talent and skill and drive, with your band you are never alone."
"I am the Obsidian Butterfly, Ītzpāpālōtl. Your question is many fold. You are Mortal, as such you shall always have a root in the mortal world. Those such as Imhotep who also was once Mortal, may walk the earth among mortals. Their powers, and yours if you should rise, are not diminished but they must take care for laws exist amongst us and each Pantheon watches the other. If a god who walks among mortals breaks a law then the offended pantheon may take action. We Gods are selfish, we look for way to touch the earth even when we cannot and if you transgress mayhap another may benefit.
Yet even though, you may walk the earth, as your legend grows you will find yourself with little in common with those who are Mortal, it is then that you will look for a place to call your own among the heavens."
“So many questions, I cannot answer them all, it is not my place,” said Imhotep. “But I can explains some.
The myths and legends, the religions, you know, developed over time, long before the civilizations which passed them to you were even a dream.
The age of the gods was long long ago, and when they made their truce and left the mortal world the civilizations were giving knowledge by the proxies of the time. As I said the good greatest food is the mana created by worship. The gods could no longer walk the earth and earn and collect their worship in person and so they let their followers develop ways to worship from afar.
Civilizations rose and fell but the core myths remained of course they changed were embellished. In some cases the conquest of one civilization led to the incorporation of one set of myths with another.
In time some civilizations fell and left no or little in the way of legend and myth and so those gods lost their worship and eventually turned away from the mortal world all together.
But some remained, and as time passed it was decided that even their proxies must cease for still mankind warred among themselves and often it was because of their worship.
The main religions of today are constructs made by man and subtly influenced by the old gods, those who stand around us, right now. Your religions incorporate the festivals and holy days of dozens of Pantheons just under new names and attributed to your religions of today. Still the core framework is older than any living civilization of today and still the worship feeds the goods.
As for why you are here. Their exists things of great danger to the cosmos, we call them Primordials and Titans. They comprise the combined myths and legends they are the force which these living gods rose up against in the dimmest past. And today their bonds weaken. Some the lesser of them have slipped through the seals which have held them for an eternity.
Once the gods walked among you and many passed their seed into the mortal coil, this seed resides in many of you mortals in truth almost all alive in the world could if it were possible trace their line to one of more particular gods.
Most of us are barred by treaty from walking the worlds of man, but we can still effect through proxies. When the current threat was detected the gods those who still care for mortals looked upon the multitude of mortals and chose among you. When three gods could agree upon one mortal that mortal was elevated, they became Scions of the gods, true children, to be nurtured and taught, to take their place and defend the mortal world. They will become the New Gods.
These gods gathered here are those who agreed upon a mortal, they will become the patrons of the New Gods.
And you will become those New Gods.”
Imhotep gestured and the circle of gods began to come forward mixing as the came close to the table until there were three gods behind each of the band except for Tenchi and Tryfon who both had only two. Hephaestus stayed some distance back by Imhotep, he spoke once everyone found their place, "I chose two, Tench and Tryfon, as is my right as a god of two Pantheons."
Imhotep closed his eyes and sighed but nodded, "It is permissible." He addressed the band next, "You may each ask three questions of your patron gods, one each, they will answer truthfully and as best to their ability."
“Yes, there are other...,” begins the Concierge, but then Raiko interrupts.
".... if you'll pardon the impertinence, are you actually related or is it pure happenstance that you're the spit of one another? I don't recall any Mythology where Odin and Zeus were Identical twins." focus on the little things first. She can freak out about the existence of gods in her own time. Apparently this was just how her life was now.
The ones who claim to be Odin and Zeus look at each other and frown. Odin lens close to Zeus and says, “Told you they'd notice,”as he holds out his hand toward the other god palm up.
Zeus growls and drops several coins into Odin's waiting hand, “Its their own damn fault.”
He turns to the Concierge, “Architect, you explain it to them, then we can get this pony show on the way.” Without another word Zeus spins and stomps back to where the rest of the Thioe who are present wait.
Odin Chuckles and turns to head back to his Valkyries, mumbling, “It is dog and pony show you old fool.”
The Concierge sighs and faces the band seated at the table, “It is an honor to finally be able to reveal myself and our mission to you the chosen ones. To begin, I am Imhotep, and once I was like you...”
“What did he mean it was our fault,” asked Stacy interrupting the Concierge.
Imhotep falters and looks at Stacy and then back at Zeus' retreating back. “Um... they look the way they do because it is what mortals expect. While it is true there is no intrinsic connection between the two Pantheons, or any pantheon for that matter, there are certain similarities which arise do to mortal expectation. Worship is the ultimate food of the gods, the more mortal worship the more ascendancy the god. However worship also places certain, expectations upon the god. When the gods stopping walking among you and their cults faded, worship changed for them changed, art and artists replaced temples and sacrifices. Thousands of paintings, statutes, and portrayals have placed their stamp upon the gods so that the most popular tend to resemble what you, mortals, expect them too. And for whatever reason, Zeus and Odin, have always been portrayed as being very similar in appearance although in fact in the days before they were nothing alike.”
In the distance out in the shifting stays and columns of cosmic gasses, what had looked like stars began to move to grow closer, some became strange looking craft, others weird shimmering lights or mounts, and some revealed themselves to be winged being out of a nightmare. All were heading toward the disc.
“Now if I may? As I was saying, I am Imhotep, and once I was mortal like you. My gods were pleased with me and I was elevated and t day I am one of them, not a greater god such as these who have chosen you but god none the less.
All of this is real. The gods of old are real, the myths and legends while sometime exaggerated and many time not nearly so, are real and true. The reality you have lived in for more than two thousand years has been manufactured. Why, you ask?
To keep the peace.”
The rest of the gods began to arrive at the edges of the disc. First those of the Deva,who came in great ships of strange design, as they disembarked their incredible figures shifted to a more acceptable human form for the monstrous visages they wore naturally.
A single goddess arrived next, at the edge where Odin stood, she came in a viking sail boat and stepped off alone, clad in armor like the Valkyries who bowed to her, she joined Odin.
Next came the Annuna though few they were terrible to behold, monstrous inhuman winged and fanged, but they two assumed a human form as the touched the disc.
Ninhursag Ishtar Ereshkigal
Other gods came to, in similar vein, and as those before assumed a pleasing human form. Soon the edge of the disc was lined with gods all looking inward at the table where the band sat.
Imhotep had been speaking the whole time the gods took their places.
“The gods were born of war, most of them, strife against those that had come before, the primordial, and once they were vanquished the gods each in his own pantheon, or family turned on those other families and war began anew. It was terrible war lasting millennium, fought god to god pantheon to pantheon, and tragically, worshipers to worshipers. But it was a war that could not be won.
Eventually the gods realized this and made a truce and an agreement. They would separate and only influence the world through proxies, find other means to gain mana from alternate means of worship. In essence the gods left the earth to its own devices. Peace, at least among the gods reigned.”
Het-Heru Aset/Isis Bast
Haoma Ītzpāpālōtl Oya
Pukawies Morrigan Susano-O
Ōkuninushi Sun Wukong
As the flying horses came close and landed on the edge of the disc there was a flash of blue white lithe on the edge of the disc away from the horses followed by an immediate crash of thunder which shook the whole disc.
The band as one looked to the flash and saw a man with a white beard, who looked almost exactly like the one eyed man at the other side of the disc just sans the eye patch his left hand was crackling with electricity which faded as the watched.
"Show off," boomed the voice of patch man.
The new arrival chuckled, he also wasn't alone, with him were two men and three women all wearing fairly normal clothing, but exquisitely tailored and from the looks of the highest fashion.
Odin/Zeus Hephaestus Hestia
Aphrodite Apollo Athena
The women on the winged horses remained mounted while the patch man dismounted and approached the table. as he came toward them the his two eyed twin came as well his companions following, but stopping severl yards back while the two look alikes approached each other and the Concierge. "Where are the others, Architect," asked the one with two eyes.
"They come Lord Zeus," He inclined his head to the one with two eyes and then to the one with the patch, "All-Father. I thought that since neither of you would be giving patronage, that you may wish to address the Exemplaries, before the arrival of the others
One-eye glared at Juno then burst into laughter "I like her, who does she belong to? Don't worry young one all shall be explained and then you shall be given a choice. Which is more than I can say for the rest of us."
The other one glared at One-eye, then nodded to JUno, "I am Zeus, Lord of the Gods..."
"Some of the gods," said One- eye after an exaggerated cough, "and I am Odin, All-Father, perhaps you have heard of me. I mean us," he smiles at Zeus.
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The Egyptian stepped between the columns and into the vast hall and paused, looking up. From outside the ceiling of this place appeared to be a dome resting on the thousand columns in the Greek, or was it Roman, fashion, either way distasteful to his senses. But from the inside, the ceiling, vast curving above and beyond, revealing the cosmos, a view that even now filled him with wonder.
“Stop your wool gathering architect, we have business to attend to.”
Imhotep searched out the source of the voice as he was unable to identify it from its sound alone. It was either Odin, the All-Father, or Zeus. Two gods so similar that to those who did not know them they could be thought to be one, and yet so different that they would forever be opposed to the other. They even looked alike and both with the greatest of egos. It was Odin, this time, his one eye glaring at him. Imhotep sketched a slight bow and moved to his place among those gathered.
That voice he would always be able to identify, its dulcet tone soothing, bringing the scent of cherry blossoms and the crash of waves along the shore to his senses. He gazed into the bright eyes of Amaterasu and answered her.
“One of the twelve is broken completely,” He tosses several pieces of what looks like slate onto the surface of the table around which the gods sit. “Four others have cracked and are deteriorating. Already some of the spawn have escaped.”
KLANG! The sound of the hammer slamming onto the table startled everyone there. Thor grinned, “Then let us go forth as of old and do battle! Send the spawn back to the hell they crawled out of.”
“And break every oath we took and send the world below spinning into chaos? As much as I would like to do as you suggest, we mustn’t, we cannot undo all we have accomplished,” Zeus spoke up his voice almost exactly like that of Odin’s, whom had spoken before.
“And what exactly have we accomplished,” questioned Thor sarcastically?
“Thor, show respect.” Thor’s wife Sif tilted her head in disapproval.
“I don’t know, the boy has a point, I would like to know what these accomplishments are myself.” The god that leaned forward out of the shadows which clung to him , Tezcatlipoca, the mirror about his neck flashing as it caught the light of the stars above, locked eyes with Zeus who halfway rose to accept the unspoken challenge.
“He means peace, and an end to the warfare which threatened to destroy us all.” Marduk did rise and stepped through the table which collapsed into mist, Mjolnir falling to be caught by Thor before it crashed onto the floor. “Are there any here who doubts Imhotep’s discoveries?” Marduk slowly turns eyeing all those gods gathered here in this place of reconciliation. Gods who represented all the Pantheons which still held influence upon the world through proxy. None answered in the affirmative.
He nodded to Imhotep, “Then you know what must be done,” Marduk spoke.
Lightning flashed and wind sheared at thirty thousand feet, the plane shook and dropped almost a hundred feet in a single breath. Not a comforting sensation especially with the Rocky Mountains looming ahead.
Ali Badren was jolted awake by the turbulence, the plane was dark, only lit in flashes by the lightning through the small windows. Ali looked around and saw… no one! He was alone, the plane which had been full of people was now empty. He scrambled to undo his seat belt when he felt a hand touch his. He jerked his head to the right looking at the seat beside him that had just been empty. Lightning Flashed. Jim Lee, his best friend sat there, looking at him serenely, caring. They had met in the first grade when Jim had come to Ali’s defense in the playground and the two had been friends ever since. Always together, through grade school, middle school, and halfway through high school when James Father took a new job at Denver’s Mile High Airport and they had moved away. But they had stayed in contact and had visited often during college breaks.
Jim was the reason Ali was on this plane. Because Jim was dead, and Ali was flying to Denver for the funeral. But here he was sitting next to him on the plane smiling. “You know I don’t like to ski,” said his dead friend.
The touch on his hand grew more insistent , the hand touching his gripped his wrist and shook his arm… Ali opened his eyes as the plane shook again. The middle-aged woman in the grey business suit stared at him with concern, “Sorry to startle you but you seemed to be having a bad dream, and they just announced we’ll be landing soon. They want us to put our seats into the upright position.”
A little more than two hours later Ali was on the ground and sitting in the living room of his dead best friend’s family’s house. It was somber there had been hugs and even tears. Jim’s dad had passed away a little over a year ago and Ali had been here for that funeral as well. Now there was just Jim’s mother Lorain and his sister Darlene, who had been away at collage in California but was now home.
At the moment, Darlene was fixing them some tea. As soon as Darlene had gone to the kitchen Lorain who had said little and was obviously grieving terribly had stood up and taken an envelop out of her dress pocket. She stepped over to Ali, held it out for him, “This was in…Jim’s desk in his office addressed for you.”
Ali could see his name on the envelope. He took the envelope and opened it inside were two ski resort tickets to the ski lodge at Snowfield, Colorado, a well-known exclusive town, and resort high up in the Rockies. The passes were all inclusive, hotel, board, and ski lift and were dated for two days after the funeral for one week.
Suruç, Turkey near the Syrian border 46 kilometres (29 mi) southwest of the city of Urfa
Kamala watched the dirty and dented white Land Rover bounce up the dirt track which passed for a road through the sprawling refugee camp. She had been here almost six months, a refugee herself, but now an integral part of the lifeline of so many. The Land Rover came to a stop in a cloud of dust Kamala saw the Doctors without Borders emblem on the door underneath the dirt. She hoped they had brought some much-needed supplies for her normal patients and that who ever they had sent would be able to get the mystery man to make sense.
Valentine looked up at the woman standing outside the tent with the crescent moon on its side. This must be the contact.
Valentine had never been to this camp before and should not be here alone now, but everyone else had responded to a bombing in Urfa where there had been multiple deaths and over a hundred and fifty casualties and that number was expected to go up. She had been about to depart for Urfa when the call had come in about a very ill man who had walked into the refugee camp here and the medic who had called for help could not explain the man’s illness. The described symptoms had sounded to Valentine like advanced radiation poisoning. Valentine had not said anything about that to the caller, but she had decided that running here to investigate was possibly very important.
Blackwind Technologies Dock and Receiving Yard, Port of Los Angeles, California 11:25PM
Thunder rolled and rain poured, lightning lit up the warehouses, containers and cranes that filled the over one hundred acres leased to Blackwind Technologies a subsidiary of the Kaze Industries Group.
The stormy night didn't bother Juno Reyes, she had been in worse, although if pressed she probably couldn't name when or where. But still she had been in worse, and at least here she was in a nice warm, dry Security SUV. No what bothered her was the severe lack of visibility. The street and security lights only appeared as small fuzzy dim balls and did nothing to show their surrounds and the lightning flashes only revealed the heavy sheets of rain.
She sighed squinting into the darkness, a murder squad of ISIS fighters could be sneaking up on her and she wouldn't know it until the bullets hit or the bombs went off. This thought caused her to frown. She missed the army, this was agood job, really better than what she had expected. But something was missing. The thrill the excitement. She had been and elite soldier and now she was a security guard. She sighed again.
She turned onto the dock road and headed back towards the station. All she had to do was make sure nothing was going on where the ships touched US soil then she was done for two hours before she had to repeat the whole routine again. There were only two ship docked this week so it would be quick and hopefully she wouldn't even have to get out of the car and get wet. She passed slowly by the two ships and saw nothing that warranted a stop and then as she passed the next empty berth the head light caught the silhouette of a small ship in a berth that was supposed to be empty. Juno slowed to a stop and killed her lights.
She got a better look at it when the lighning flashed it was small not one of the big container ships not even a midsize freighter, it looked more like a fishing boat. She keyed her mic hooked to her shoulder.
“Hey, Gary, this is Juno. Did someone come in late at berth four? A small boat,” Juno asked not realizing that she had slipped into her quiet radio voice.”
“Nothing on the docket except the Yondo Maru at one, and the Sivian Grace at two. Supposed to have a container ship coming tomorrow but it delayed and that would go to seven for offloading then right back out to anchor. Why you got something there?”
“Yes looks like a fishing boat.” “Might be someone taking refuge from the storm. Probably nothing but you better take a look just to make sure they don't need any help. Sorry” “Ok Juno out.”
Juno zipped up her coat and raised the hood, she'd still get soaked but at least... oh who was she kidding she was going to get soaked.
The rain lashed hard and the wind which she hadn't noticed in the car was blowing a lot harder. The boat was dark she couldn't see any lights at all which was unusual, her hand strayed to the handle of her pistol as she moved closer to the unknown vessel.
Lightning flashed and suddenly there was man in front of her no more than two meters away standing a still as a tree. She almost drew her weapon but stopped, the man didn't move and in the flashes of lightning she got a clearer picture of him, and it was not normal.
He was middling height, five eight or nine was hard to tell because he wore a wide brimmed hat and his head was tilted forward. But that wasn't all he was not dressed for a night out in a storm but rather he was dressed as if he had just stepped out of a Kurasawa film right down to the swords.
The man looked up and spoke. “Go to your bosses tell my name, Yojimbo”
Before she could respond the lightning flashed again blinding her and when it cleared he was gone.
Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, California after midnight
The storm raged outside but Tenchi heard nothing, even the rain which splattered against the reinforced plate glass panels of the balcony doors were a mere whisper. The house had been built by their father years before they were born and bore the ascetic of the times, but it was not an old house, not on the inside. As new technologies had been invented they had been incorporated into the dwelling, new additions had been added to accommodate the adult children whom were expected to continue living there when they were home, which they did.
The house itself sat at the peak of the mountain overlooking the city of Beverly Hills, occupying six full acres which itself was part of the one hundred and eighty seven acre billion dollar property. It was the most expensive privately owned property in the United States if not the world.
The view was spectacular, the way the lightning streaked across the sky, arms of vicious electricity touching the city below. His sister and mother had gone to bed hours ago but while he had tried, sleep had proven elusive this night. Maybe it was the storm. Tenchi stood at the balcony door watching the rain and lightning. When between one flash and the next a figure was now standing on the balcony.
Tench heard a gasp behind him. Stepping back from the door but keeping the unmoving figure in sight, he stole a glance back and saw his sister, Raiko, standing at the hall which led to the dining room and kitchen, she was wearing only her nightgown, but was oblivious to her near nakedness, her eyes wide staring at he figure on the balcony her hands covering her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Seeing her brother look at her she lowered her hands slightly and whispered a word...”Yojimbo!”
Wind blew in accompanied by rain the balcony doors had slid open as if of their own accord then the unmoving figure, moved. With short dancing steps both recognized as esoteric Kendo steps the man moved into the room. He was dressed in garb you would see in a samurai movie but it all looked authentic right down to the swords at his waist and the wide brimmed hat which concealed his face.
“Tenchi and Raiko Shirahara , your presence is required” with a deft and graceful step the man moved to a coffee table and laid an envelop down. He stepped back as Raiko raced forward and snatched it up looking inside. Inside were three reservation passes to a ski resort in Colorado.
“What is this? Who are you?” Tenchi had shifted position closer to his sister and they both faced the man he was wishing he were armed.
Yojimbo shrugged, “I do not know but if you are not there many will pay.”
“I asked who are you,” Tenchi asked his anger starting to show?
“She knows,” was all the figure said.
“There are three tickets is the third for mother,” asked Raiko? “No.” “Then for who?” “You will know.” and with that answer he spun out of the room onto the balcony. At that moment a stroke of light and he vanished as he he had rode away on the electricity...
This the OOC thread for Scion
first up before we go any further in CC lets everyone who is interested post their basic concept so we dont have a terrible amount of over lap
Scion: Chaosium Character Creation
Character Creation follows the guidelines in the Origin Book. All characters will start as pre visitation Mortals. Legendary Creatures are not allowed.
Changes to CC will be noted in the appropriate sections following.
Step one Concept
As written in RAW. Deeds should not be specific at this point and only a short term and long term are needed, band deed will come later.
Step two Paths
Choose an Origin path from the following or create one of your own design. If you create one yourself make sure it is grounded in reality, not divine or supernatural.
LIFE OF PRIVILEGE
CHILD OF THE STREETS
Choose a Role Path from the following or create one of your own design. If you create one yourself make sure it is grounded in reality, not divine or supernatural.
Supernatural/Pantheon Origin Paths
In ages past the gods walked among man, interfering in their activity, manipulating them, setting them against one another, and sleeping with them. Many if not all the gods have had intimate relations with mortals at some point and many have begat offspring. While this no longer occurs, it was common in the time before the gods retreated.
As such in the modern day while there are no longer ‘children’ of the gods walking among us, virtually all of the men and women alive today have some link to a god in their DNA. Some more than others.
It is these others whom the gods in their self-imposed exile will turn to, activating the divine gene in some of their descendants to bring about new champions to face the trials to come.
Your Supernatural Origin Path will consist of choosing up to three pantheons who can have claim upon your divinity, pantheons are listed on Page 170. You do not need to pick three, but this is to give you options and for later RP purposes. Note that you will need to already have picked your calling from step five to proceed here so you may wish to skip this until after.
For each Pantheon you choose pick a god with whom you share Calling. Note that if you only pick two Pantheons you still need to pick three gods, one from each and the third from either. If you only choose one Pantheon all three gods come from the same Pantheon.
Note; You must have three gods, if you choose one Pantheon and it does not have enough gods with your calling to pick three you must choose a second pantheon. You also need to Prioritize the three deities who can hold claim on you ; Primary, Secondary, Tertiary.
All divine calculations will use the Primary deity as the base.
See Errata below before proceeding.
Step Three Skills
RAW except for the following: you gain dots in each Asset skill associated with all three of your chosen pantheons at whatever priority they are at. Note that the skills given by the pantheons only receive dots once even if given by more than one of your chosen pantheons. The dots do still stack with the other priorities.
Step four Attributes
Step five Calling and Knacks
RAW except for the following after choosing your Calling and your base knack choose two additional callings at 1 dot each from those associated with any of your three chosen gods and one knack from each of these callings.
Step six Finishing Touches
RAW with the following exceptions
Spend 50 xp to customize your character. You may save up to half of these XP for later use.
No Birthrights are available currently.
OBJECT CHANGE COST
Attribute Add one dot to a single Attribute 10 Experience
Favored Approach Change a character’s Favored Approach 15 Experience
Skill Add one dot in a new or existing Skill 5 Experience
Knack Purchase a new Knack 10 Experience
Specialty Add a Specialty to a Skill 3 Experience
Appendix 2: Several of the Gods in Appendix 2 have a discrepancy with their Calling and Purview associations as presented in Hero.
• Heimdall (p. 170): Callings should be Creator,
• Freya (p. 170): Delete Death, Prosperity, and Fertility.
• Muzzu-Kumik-Quae (p. 171): Add Wild to her list of
• Artemis (p. 171): Add Wild to Purviews.
• Hera (p. 172): Add Beauty and Passion (Fidelity) to
• Persephone (p. 172): Delete Wild from Purviews.
• Ptah (p. 172): Add Prosperity to Purviews.
• Zeus (p. 172): Add Order to Purviews.
• Tsukiyomi (p. 173): Delete Stars from Purviews.
• Susano-o (p. 173): Delete (Metallurgy) from Forge
• Sarutahiko (p. 173): He’s the husband of Ama-no-
Uzume, not Ama-no-Izume.
• Benzaiten (p. 173): Delete the reference to “Animal
(Snake)” and add “Beast (Snake)” to Purviews.
• Hotei (p. 173): Change “Passion” to “Passion (Joy)” in
• Goibniu (p. 174): Add Health to Purviews.
• Lugh (p. 174): His name is Lugh, not Health Lugh.
• Òsanyìn (p. 174): Òsanyìn, the God of Herbal Medicine
is missing. His Callings are Healer, Hunter, Sage, and
his Purviews: Beasts (Birds), Epic Stamina, Fertility,
Fortune, Health, and Wild.
• Lakshmi (p. 175): Delete Wild from Purviews.
• Vishnu (p. 175): Change “Passion (all)” to “Passion
(Hope)” in Purviews.
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