1600 February 3rd, 2014 in Wilmington, DE
[3:13:42 PM] Fate: You are on your way to your dorm room having just finished your figure drawing class at Delaware College of Art and Design. It was an ordinary day for the most part, cold but bearable for the ten-minute walk. Megan Morrow, a student from your 3D design class, runs up to you. “HEY GIRL! Did you finish your 3D design project yet? I have no idea how to build something to keep that marble in motion for a complete minute. Shit is racking my mind.”
[3:16:18 PM] Teagan: Teagan slows and falls into step with Megan. "Hey... " a shake of her head as she grins a little. “No not yet... when I get the idea I’ll just have to stay up till it’s done” shrugs a bit and tilts her head a few ideas swimming around in it but nothing concrete. “You’ll figure it out, probably just in time to put it together”
[3:24:47 PM] Fate: *Megan nods in return.* “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” *Megan begins to walk with you toward the dorms. Just as she is about to part ways and go into her building you see the war come to your school. A Scion comes crashing through Megan’s dorm and into Megan. Both of them go sliding across the ground. A trail of blood follows in their wake. The two mangled bodies come to a halt a few feet from you. You witness the liquid metal-like covering on the Scion begins to recede back into his skin. His skull has been split open. Part of his brain is dangling from the open wound. Megan fares no better—it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize they are both dead. Through the rubble of the unstable building, three giants stumble through, standing roughly 13ft in the air. They let out a bellow and begin to charge at you. You hear screaming all around you as people begin to run in your direction, attempting to flee.*
[3:30:58 PM] Teagan: “HOLY FUCKING SHIT” Taking one step toward them before shaking her head just once, obviously she can’t do a damn thing for Megan now. Looking around her she’d see the mass of people running her way, her gaze moving from the approaching giants to the people in the path as she moves forward and resists the first two inclinations, one being to demand answers for this and the second being to join the fleeing masses. Her gaze flicks from one person to the other wanting to make sure as many get out of the way as she can. Trying to guide people into buildings if they can’t quite run fast enough to avoid the incoming problem.
[3:41:18 PM] Fate: *The giants begin to lumber their way toward the crowd and you, swatting people with their giant fists, sending them flying into cars and other fleeing civilians. Two of the giants begin to pluck mortals from the fleeing crowd, sniffing them and tossing them aside before settling on two people and then running off. The third giant grabs a young boy, sniffs him, and begins to drag him along as he heads for you. Try as you might to run, you are not fast enough to dodge his attempt to grab you. His grip around your your arm hurts. He lifts you to his nose and inhales deeply. Your red hair tickles the inside of his nose. He sneezes loudly, covering you in wet mucus, but he seems to keep you and begins to run off after his companions,*
[3:44:57 PM] Teagan: She yelps as she feels herself being snatched up. Her free hand going to try and pry the fingers from around her arm before she is covered in sneeze. “Oh That is so gross! Have -some- consideration you big jerk” Reaching for the giants shirt to try and wipe her face at least and her hands. Her next thought being to try and get the boy free. She pauses a moment as ridiculous as it is she’d reach over and attempt to tickle the giant, if she was enough trouble he’d have to use two hands wouldn’t he?
[3:55:50 PM] Fate: *Your attempt to tickle him seems futile. He doesn’t seem to care. But seeing you be a nuisance he tosses you onto his shoulder and cups your backside as he secures you. He begins to run, the young man screaming as he flails about. He catches up with his fellow giants a few miles up the road and takes you into a large abandoned warehouse that appears to be condemned due to fire damage. He tosses you on the ground hard and throws the young man to his companion.* “GROMACH! DIS ONE FIRST. HE SMELLS DELICIOUS.” His voice booms through the empty facility. The young man flies through the air, screaming as he is caught by the other. The third comes out with one armful of wood, the other with long sharpened sticks. He drops the wood into what appears to be a makeshift firepit, then stands one of the sharpened sticks over the firepit. He then reaches into a large bag that was next to the firepit and pulls out a small 1 gallon container of gasoline and pours it on the fire. Gromach walks over and with ease skewers the young man through the chest on the sharpened stick. The young man lets out a gasp and then nothing. His medium brown hair spills over his face as his head droops. The giant tending the firepit pulls out matches, strikes one, and it goes up quickly, engulfing the young man’s clothes. The giant still holding you drops you with the other students, grabs you by the leg, and ties a rope around your ankle. The rope, you notice, is attached to the other four individuals: a fat Asian boy, a pretty black woman, and two blonde white girls who look like they could be sisters. The rope secured to a support colomn.*
[4:00:04 PM] Teagan: Grimaced and kicks her legs a few times before realizing that’s not going to help either. She frowns and considers if using one of the giants marbles would add extra flair to her project. Sighing and rubbing at her eyes furiously when she starts to tear up thinking of the other artist who wouldn’t get a chance to continue her project. Then again... the way things were looking she wasn’t going to get that chance either. She takes a few deep breaths and manages not to burst into tears. Grunting as she’s tossed and lands on her back. “Ow Damnit” she looks around her a little trying to figure out what’s going on, why they’d been brought here. “I so hope we’re not snacks.” she mutters to herself.
[4:03:24 PM] Teagan: She immediately tries the tie around her ankle, though one assumes it’s tight and not going to come undone, reaching to the prisoner nearest her to make that same attempt “Ah man this is so wrong, I’m not Gretel.” Searching her pockets for anything that could be useful to get rid of the bonds.
[4:09:01 PM] Fate: *The rope is tied extremely tight around your ankle. The other people there are crying and screaming at the top of their lungs for help. The smell of burning flesh fills your nostrils. The giants lift the stick with the burning man and rip pieces off him and begin to eat his flesh without a care in the world for the screaming. After they are done they remove the binds on the fat Asian and begin the process again.*
[4:12:06 PM] Teagan: Grimaces and tries not to puke, it’s a losing battle though. She does try to get it away from the rest of the sobbing group. She spits and then looks at the eating giants. She bites the inside of her lip. “Hey... Gr... er Gromach... is that the one you said was a giant pussy?” she questions the giant who’d brought her in. Trying to distract them from their... meal. Shudder.
[4:16:36 PM] Fate: *The cries of the others fill your ears as they turn away, not watching the other boy get skewered. His girth snaps the first stick. They stab him with two this time and place him over the fire.* “SHUT YOUR MOUTH, RED, YOU’RE NEXT,” *Gromach bellows at you. This one they let cook a bit longer before enjoying their meal. Gromach walks over to you and grabs your arm. “RELAX. I’M FULL. SAVE HER FOR BREAKFAST,” booms the fire starter. Gromach releases your arm and the three giants leave the fire burning as they leave the room. It doesn’t take long before you begin to hear loud snores coming from the other side of the warehouse. The remaining victims are sobbing and holding each other.*
[4:19:41 PM] Teagan: Grits her teeth and falls silent, her try to cause a little infighting not working a bit. She looks to the others and tries her bonds again... taking out her pencil sharpener she stands and stomps on it and then holds her breath, listening for the giants to make sure they’re still asleep. “Do any of you think you can wiggle free?” she questions as she plucks at the peices of plastic and tries to get the razor out of her favorite pencil sharpener.
[4:29:28 PM] Fate: *The other girls shake their heads no as they attempt to wiggle free. The small razor you find is not as sharp as you would have hoped but over time you notice some of the rope fibers do begin to fray. But at this rate it’s gonna take all night. As the sun begins to rise your resolve has not lifted and you are about 3/4 of the way through your bindings. That’s when you hear it: a loud smash, the sound of large objects falling. You begin to hear the giants scream. A thick Irish accented voice echoes through the hollow warehouse.* “Come on, hit me, I’m not even trying! I even came down to your level! RAH!” *Two of the giants begin to run through the warehouse. You see them round the corner. A loud THUD! is heard as one drops to the ground, his skull caved in. The clanking of wood is heard as a large club lands and rolls inches from you. The body slides on the floor and into one of the blondes. The force pulls on the rope with just enough force to snap the remaining bit of uncut rope. The girl who was hit lays motionless on the floor. A pool of blood begins to form from her head. She must have hit her head hard against the concrete upon impact. The remaining giant turns and runs towards you.*
[4:35:23 PM] Teagan: Goes wide eyed hearing the ruckus. She halts in her work and then watches as the second crash of one being into another would seemingly result in yet another death. “Damnit people watch where you throw!” Kicking the giant in a fit of ire before she realizes the other is coming right at her. Looking around she grimaces and realizes the odd looking stick is pretty much the only weapon between herself and the incoming devour of humans. Grabbing it in her hands she takes a few steps to put herself between the giant and the last of the other prisoners. She holds the end like a bat and is prepaired to swing between the running gaints legs as he rushes them.
[4:40:11 PM | Edited 4:40:25 PM] Fate: *Grabbing the club, your body instantly begin to feel warm and strange—your muscles seem to tighten and then ease. You feel a sudden surge of strength enter your body like a river washing over you. The giant lowers his head and begins to charge at you.* (Relic recieved) ((roll JB))
[4:41:41 PM] Teagan: [3 grr]
[4:42:14 PM] Fate: ((whelp better than the 1 the giant got))
[4:42:20 PM] Fate: ((your first))
[4:44:54 PM] Teagan: Looking at the club and feeling a sudden surge of strength, a kind of high almost. “oooh adrenaline... might as well go down swinging” That said she draws the walking stick back and as soon as the giant is in reach of it swings with all her might, hoping for something near about the head but you know she’d take what she could get, it was more then the other victims of these monsters had gotten.
[4:46:15 PM] Teagan: [the plus one acc goes on my attack roll right? which is st melee?]
[4:46:40 PM] Fate: (Dex+melee +!))
[4:46:43 PM] Fate: 1*
[4:47:21 PM] Teagan: 
[4:48:41 PM] Fate: *You swing the club with all your might but your small size is a disadvantage. He is able to move just out of reach of your swing. He attempts to slam his massive body into you.*
[4:49:28 PM] Teagan: [dex dancing to move out of the way! XD]
[4:50:28 PM] Teagan: 
[4:52:33 PM] Fate: *The giant lowers his shoulder and connects hard into your body. ( 6, 1 overflow)
[4:55:16 PM] Fate: (5B damage)
[4:55:37 PM] Teagan: She grimaces as the breath is knocked out of her. Her first fight in life and it’s with a damned giant, just her damned luck! She manages to draw a breath and brings the walking stick up over her head and attempts to thrash the giant on the back, rump what ever.
[4:56:09 PM] Fate: (looks like you soak 4 so 1B damage on your chart)
[4:58:54 PM] Fate: *The two living victims watch in horror as you attempt to go toe to toe with the giant.*
[4:59:02 PM] Fate: (teagan)
[5:01:37 PM] Teagan: When the giant makes impact her heart is in her stomach before she feels a strange sensation as bronze overtakes flesh. [body armor 1 L] She grunts softly and shakes her head trying to clear her mind as she falls, holding onto the giant by the head as she lets her weight drag her down and hopefully the giants head along with his forward momentum to carry him over and not onto her. Risky but worth a try. [would it be a clinch?]
[5:02:08 PM] Fate: (it would)
[5:02:19 PM] Fate: (roll for the clinch he is -2 dv at this time)
[5:03:06 PM] Teagan: [fml]
[5:03:30 PM] Fate: (can always spend a legend to reroll? and can add virtues you are a scion remember)
[5:04:12 PM] Teagan: [yeah ok doing that and virtues add dice to your rolls right?]
[5:04:28 PM] Fate: (thats right as many dice as you have dots)
[5:04:47 PM] Teagan: [ok that and legend flare wich adds another 4 autos correct?]
[5:05:11 PM] Fate: (no adds autos = to legend so now would be 2)
[5:05:33 PM] Teagan: 
[5:05:40 PM] Fate: (3 overflow)
[5:06:07 PM] Teagan: [so I roll six +1?]
[5:06:32 PM] Fate: (you roll 3 for strength 3 for overflow 1 for hit then +1 for auto
[5:06:56 PM] Teagan: 
[5:07:06 PM] Fate: ((HOLY SHIT!))
[5:07:11 PM] Fate: (lol)
[5:07:20 PM] Teagan: [nice roll yus]
[5:07:55 PM] Fate: 2 get through and he is clinched
[5:08:26 PM] Fate: (Giant gets a reflex as do you roll again what ever is higher for clinch dex or str +brawl)
[5:09:01 PM] Teagan: 
[5:09:43 PM] Fate:  you keep control of the clinch and take control of the turn he is at 0dv
[5:13:56 PM] Fate: ((Actually he botched))
[5:14:10 PM] Fate: ((+3 dice on next attack roll for the botch))
[5:14:56 PM] Fate: *The giant attempts to grab Teagan but loses his footing and plummets to the ground face-first, dazing himself in the process.*
[5:17:37 PM] Teagan: Grunting at the effort of holding the giant. She remembers the walking stick in her hand and her fist tightens white knuckled around the wood before she brings it back. She didn’t have faith she was going to come out of this alive but he would pay for what he’d done, as much as she could wring out before her demise. She remembers the battered body of her school mate and the screams and cries of her fellow captives. The scent of the humans being cooked consumed making a tight knot of sickness and rage in her stomach before she wraps her other hand around the wooden handle and swings it down like a golf club at the giants big head. [Flare, expression, Fierce Blow]
[5:18:31 PM] Fate: +3 dice for him botching))
[5:19:49 PM] Teagan:  I think]
[5:19:56 PM] Fate: (lets check)
[5:20:32 PM] Fate: dex melee expression  botch bonus  12 +1 epic dex and 2 for flare yup all right))
[5:20:44 PM] Fate: ((full overflow))
[5:20:51 PM] Fate: (NO!! roll one more dice
[5:21:00 PM] Fate: +1 acc for the weapon
[5:21:13 PM] Teagan: [oh right. well no help though XD]
[5:21:13 PM] Fate: roll one dice see if it give you another success
[5:22:10 PM] Fate: (kk so 9 full overflow remember your stick has +6B and fierce blow is +3B +strength + 1 for hit so 19dice +1)
[5:22:51 PM] Fate: ((you have no more flares but you have 2 wp left if you want you can use a virtue again courage you can do 1 more time expression can be done 2 more times))
[5:24:50 PM] Teagan: 
[5:28:32 PM] Teagan: She feels the solid crack of the meeting of skull and wood. Surely the impact should have shaken her and made her teeth clatter but it didn’t. She watched as the giant inhaled and exhaled in his clubbing induced slumber and her anger doesn’t wane as she draws the walking stick over her shoulder again like a bat to bring it down on his head again. “You’re not eating any. one . else” the pauses are thunks as she draws the stick back to land blow after blow.
[5:36:48 PM | Edited 5:40:40 PM] Fate: *Blow after blow lands on the creature’s giant noggin. Pieces of fractured skull and brain chunks go flying. The two girls look at you and gasp and scream as you flatten the creature’s skull into the ground. As you lift up the club one last time you feel it stop mid flight and yanked from your hand hard.* “Now, now, child, I think the damn thing is dead. Don’t think it can get much deader than that.” The heavy Irish accent from earlier speaks he walks around to face you. A large stocky man stands in front of you, wearing what appears to be fur boots and a loin cloth, brandishing a very large axe. The head of Gromach dangles from his hip. His bearded face is lined with a huge smile.* “And here I thought I was coming to save my wee li’l girl and her friends but here you are clubbing giants to death with my walking stick... Guess it’s yours now, daughter.” He hands you the club and walks over to the other girls. “Now, now children. I am The Dagda, and I will not harm you.” *With a subtle blow he cuts both girls free.* “Now run you two, get out of here and give your loved ones a huge hug.” *The man turns to you once again.* “You have no idea how proud of you I am. Knowing you were an art student, I had no idea how you were going to come out. But you’re a chip right off the ol’ block. I love how you let him hit you and then drove his head into the ground. I am very impressed, Teagan.”
[5:43:03 PM] Teagan: Gives a growl as the stick is halted and then heaves a great shuddering sigh as she wipes the blood and possibly bits of brain matter from her face with the back of her hand. She starts to shake as she looks at the mess she’d made of the giants head. The rightious anger that had fueled her seeping away to leave only the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She barely hears The Dagda’s words as she turns her back and for a second time empties her stomach. "oh god... " she spits on the ground and glances at the giant. “I’m -not- your daughter and I just barely managed to get out of that... adrenaline is a hell of a drug” she mutters as she takes a few steps back. Her jaw tightening as her trembling doesn’t stop but doesn’t seem to be leading to a fainting spell or anything. “Fucking deserved it” she clenches her teeth as she pushes her fingers back through her hair.
[5:49:58 PM | Edited 5:51:27 PM] Fate: *The Dagda would laugh, and look you over.* “Think about this, my dear, you are standing here... the giant... is laying dead there,” *He points to the giant’s head hanging from his waist,* “And another one is dead here. Now... You claim adrenaline, sure—that’s fine and dandy—but why was it you didn’t have that adrenaline till after you picked up my Blackthorn? The Blackthorn of the Dagda, god of the Tuatha. Could it be because, like all of the other mortals who fly through the air, making art with the blood of their enemies, you too are a Scion? A scion of the god who bedded the Morrigan, a scion of the god of war who took hold of the sun so my son could be carried and born in one day? Whether you choose to believe it or not, Teagan Quinn, I am your father. You are a Scion of the Dagda. And today you have taken your first steps into the final days of this war and have made me a truly proud father.”
[5:55:29 PM] Teagan: She groans and tugs her red hair before heaving a great sigh. “Oh fuck my life” she mumbles as she wipes her hand over her face again... “you... the first on your list of accomplishments is bedding a goddess of death and war and stuff? Geeze priorities man” shaking her head as she looks at the stick in her hand and starts using her shirt to clean it off as much as she can. “I can’t get behind this war thing... it’s all bullshit... just another fucked up power struggle that the population of Earth is dragged into by those with power and forced to battle for things that don’t even make a difference for their day to day lives. It’s total bullshit” She points at him with the blackthorn staff and shakes it at him. “You and the other Gods should have kept this shit ... where ever the fuck you live”
[6:02:43 PM | Edited 6:02:53 PM] Fate: *His eyes narrow.* “You think this war is bullshit? Then do something about it! We gods are dying, that is why it has spilled out onto Terra. We tried to contain it but we failed. And we have no time to wait and sire more children. You and a few others are it, the only ones old enough, mature enough for the task. There won’t be time to Visit any others. Without the aid of the remaining /GOOD/ Scions, yourself included, our world and yours will be overrun by the Titans. Now I will fight till my dying breath and will revel in all of the glory that is to be had. But I aim to win this fight. And I have chosen you to be one of my weapons to do that. But don’t help. Don’t aid the mortals like the two that survived because of your actions. Don’t strive to be the best that you could possibly be. Let the world be destroyed and live with the fact that you could have tried and prevented it. Choose to be scared, to show no courage, to betray your heritage and your family. I won’t stop you. But I won’t aid you either. By taking that Blackthorn you have opened Fate’s eye upon you, girl. You think giants are bad? Just wait Fate will force you to take action, and without the guidance of the gods how long do you believe you will survive on pure luck? Hmmm?”
[6:07:09 PM] Teagan: She looks at the walking stick and then at him, her gaze turning to the direction the two girls had fled... at least they were alright. She frowns as she clenches her teeth. “you said yourself I’m an artist... I don’t know anything about war.” Her ire pricked again she gapes at him. “Hey... no courage? Did you see me crying in the corner or running when that monster charged me, don’t give me shit about no courage” scoffing as she points at him again. "-That’s- just the thing... the only reason I’m not a blood stain on the ground is luck. ... Luck and being pissed as fuck but... mostly luck and er... your stick here... " she pauses a moment and admires the craftsmanship of it.
[6:14:12 PM] Fate: “You may not know of war yet my daughter, but it will come to you. It is in your blood. I hope you will reconsider your position on this war. Because we need you... /I/ need you. In four days the gods who had Scions old enough to aid us will meet in Brooklyn, New York, in the meat packing district, warehouse 12, at 3pm. If you change your mind there will be a Greyhound bus ticket in your name. Take a cab to warehouse 12 when you arrive. If not... Best of luck to you. Sure hope those girls don’t tell the government about what you did here. A loose Scion with no alliances... No telling what they may do.” *The Dagda begins to walk toward the exit of the building.*
[6:17:07 PM] Teagan: Grumbling she thwacks the stick on the ground. "Hey... so what do they do if I have alliances? I’ll still end up with my ass kicked... " she mutters “they better not tell, let the ruddy giants eat them next time.” Obviously not meaning such a thing but ticked that he’d suggest they’d rat her out... though they well might. “If I go to this meeting what does that get me, besides in deeper shit that is?”
[6:18:06 PM] Fate: *The Dagda doesn’t stop walking, but as he exits the building he says one last thing before dropping out of sight.* “A dragon.”
[6:19:31 PM] Teagan: She looks confused then but... clearly curiousity has kicked in. She mouths the word dragon and then shakes her head as she takes off towards the school... maybe her dorm was still standing... or she could shower at the Y... giant brains... blech.