War of the Titans

The Horn of Hrothgar, Finale
Grendel versus Jaguar

Grendelkin fell from the rafters of the vault, but the three Scions fled into the waiting elevator. Sweat rolled down their faces as Patron pounded on the door close button. They waited, staring at the onrushing tide. The air was still but for the sound of smooth jazz that filtered down from the speakers above.

Claws scrabbled on concrete, and a howl of rage and anguish echoed in the narrow elevator as the first creature reached them. With careful deliberation, the doors began to close. It was too late.

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The Horn of Hrothgar, Part 5
A Big Grendelkin Welcome

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The three Scions met with Ron Marlowe and Jens Bjornisson back at Oracle Securities Group to discuss their options. After filling Marlowe in on what they had seen at Carlsbad Maternity Care Center, and their interaction with Grenadine Solviegg, Marlowe seemed deeply concerned.

Marlowe looked upset, but finally told the trio his suspicions about Solviegg. It seemed that Oracle had dealt with her in the past and thought she had been eliminated. Solviegg appeared to be Grendel’s Mother herself, directly out of the tale of Beowulf. Her goal throughout the centuries has remained the same: breed an army of her foul offspring.

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The Horn of Hrothgar, Part 4
Childcare for Titanspawn

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Returning to Eden’s Apple, the team quickly contacted Mr. Johnson and presented him with the fake copy of the Horn of Hrothgar. José Guadalupe Patrón placed a Vigil Brand on the fake horn so that he could maintain a sense of its general location and condition. Meanwhile, Edward Pierce used his supernatural charm to convince Mr. Johnson that the fake was in fact legitimate. Convinced of its authenticity, Johnson took the fake and left.

Alia Nazir sent her companion Khem to follow the man, allowing the team of Scions to discover Mr. Johnson’s destination. Between Patron’s sense of the brand he’d placed on the horn, and Khem’s guidance, the group tracked Johnson to Carlsbad Maternity Care Center. The trio quickly scoped out the location and decided to sneak in and discover any clues that might lead to Mr. Johnson’s mysterious employer.

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The Horn of Hrothgar, Part 3
Enter the Oracle

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Edward Pierce, Alia Nazir, José Guadalupe Patrón, and Jeremy Lackhand stood in the remains of the battle in the mansion’s courtyard. The thugs and the giant that led them were dead, pools of ichor spreading beneath their bodies.

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The Horn of Hrothgar, Part 2
The Hunt for the Horn Continues

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José Guadalupe Patrón met with his parole officer to discover Special Agent Jeremy Lackhand waiting for him. The FBI Agent took Patrón on a stakeout of a mansion in the hills of L.A. It seemed Lackhand suspected Patrón’s compatriots were in the midst of a heist, and was maneuvering himself into position to capture them in the act.

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The Horn of Hrothgar, Part 1
The Hunt for the Horn Begins

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Edward Pierce and Alia Nazir were in the executive lounge of Pierce’s primary night club planning their next heist. A man identifying himself only as Mr. Johnson arrived with a proposition. He wanted the team to steal an artifact known as the Horn of Hrothgar from a local collector’s private vault.

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Prelude
Visitations

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Thick cigar smoke circled the dwarf’s head before it wound its way up and joined the incense that permeated the temple. He stood just outside the central circle, low steps fanned out behind him. Four pillars stood tall on the far side of the circle. The outer two were palest marble, while the inner two were burnished steel that gleamed in the dim light from the smoking braziers. In the center of the circle stood a low table of the same white marble of the outer pillars. A young woman sat behind it on plush pillows, her eyes downcast as the squat man approached.

“You have something for me, Raina?” Marlowe asked in between tugs on his cigar.

The woman tucked her curly dark hair behind one ear as she laid a silk wrapped bundle on the table. Her fingers lifted one corner of the silk covering at a time, carefully laying open the fabric with precise, carefully measured movements. The last corner of cloth opened to reveal a thick deck of cards. Mystic symbols, some squat and blocky, others wispy like the smoke above the dwarf’s head adorned the back of each card. Raina reverently took the deck into her hands and began to shuffle.

“I think so, yes,” she answered the dwarf.

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