The Vagaries of Unity

The lower levels
"like something straight out of the scary movie textbook"

The silence of the research facility was overwhelming giving the hammering the three scion with a immense feeling of foreboding, what would be hiding around the next corner? why had they still not meet anybody having searched the entire ground and second floor now standing on the top steps of the stairs leading down into the levels below a small sense of fear reared its head, alien to all three of them, acostumed to standing taller than their fellow men. They descended into the dark bowels of this strange futuristic beast nested in a none existing city.

The only lights those of their torches sweeping their cones of light across the bare walls of the empty halls. they quickly found what seemed to be the living quarters of several scientist containing some personal effects including letters.

After a cursory reading they left the rooms and showers and moved into the hall when something gleamed red on the ground a streak of blood across the floor then a small puddle by the door, when opening the door they found the infermery splattered in blood and gore, one of the poor scientist ripped apart on the floor

The Closed City
Where Hell has descended upon a particular research institute

After having tracked the signal from the buzzing radio station the Heroes, following Grigorij, come to a very strange place. A huge fence stretching out very far encloses the city. The only road going in there is guarded and open only to authorized personell. After some initial trouble getting inside and splitting up in different directions, the Heroes find an electronics salesman who they convince to help them track down the signal. They then suddenly hear the buzz interrupted by a message.

A Strange Facility

The Heroes manage to pin point the source of the Buzzing to a fenced in facility in a park somewhere in the city. After staking it out for a few days they suddenly see some commotion inside the park. The two guards who have been standing near the entrance of the fence suddenly get a call on their radios and rush inside the facility. Inside the facility the Heroes find the source of the buzzing, a machine is generating the noise that gets transmitted through an antenna mast at the top of the facility. They manage to decode the message and find additional clues as to what is going on through letters and notes written by researchers at the facility. Going down into the basement they find the mutilated corpses of several researchers and the reptilian monsters who are seemingly responsible.

The Dream
Not Qualified to Kill

As his senses were slowly returning to him, Philipp was looking around the room. It had dark wooden panels on the walls and a big piece of furniture containing several folders and books. In front of Philipp on the desk was a book with handwritten notes. There were names and monetary amounts listed next to them. But something was wrong, Philipp only had one right arm, and it didn’t look like his. A big green carpet was stretched out on the wooden floor in front of a big wooden desk, behind which a man was sitting leasurely filling out some forms. Once in a while he paused sipped brandy from a glass on the table. Philipp started feeling a great sense of hatred and fear towards this man. All he knew was that he must kill this man, that he simply has to kill ham no matter what.

Inside the room, we played out what happened in the dream. It went something like this:

On the far wall of the room there is a coat rack on which one leather coat has a gun in it. Philipp rises from his chair and walks over to it. He picks up the gun, a Walter PPK with a little SS symbol on the handle and loads a bullet into the barrel by keeping it between his knees while pulling back the handle with his hand. When hearing the sound of the barrel being pulled, the man looks up. Philipp is aiming at him.
Unfortunately for you, the gun is not loaded. Try jerking it up and down, you can tell by the weight.
Philipp pulls the trigger and a dry clicking sound is heard. Nothing happens.
Who are you? Philipp asks. The man looks startled.
I am Boris Poliakoff, your employer. Did you expect me to give a deeper answer than that?
Philipp tries to run, but his legs wont let him. Suddenly it is like a dream again. One of those where you can’t move from the spot, but it feels very real.
I know you’ve been wanting to kill me for the longest time. You’ve imagined yourself doing it any number of times, am I right? You have been waiting for the moment when I’d finally slip up and leave my gun – that you know I always keep loaded – somewhere within reach. And I thought I told you not to use your imagination too much on the job…
There’s a little pause. Boris smiles and opens a drawer from his desk and picks up something from it.
It doesn’t matter. There’s simply no way you could kill me anyway. I’ll give you a chance. This is no trick.
He opens his hand to reveal two cartridges.
These are live rounds. If you really want to kill me then this is your final chance. I’ll let you load these into my gun, take aim and fire. Remember you only have two chances. Do you want them?
Philipp nods. Boris throws the two shells towards Phillip. They land in front of him, and Boris watches with a smirk on his face as Phillip takes out the clip and tries to load the bullets into it, which is not easy with just one hand. He has to keep the clip between his knees while slowly squeezing in the shells without pushing the clip out from between his knees. All the while his hands are trembling nervously as Boris watches slowly.
Finally the clip is in place and Philipp takes aim. He pulls the trigger once and the sound is deafening. A clock on the wall behind boris is hit and pieces of glass fly everywhere as it falls to the ground. The bullet has passed right above Boris’ head.
Take steady aim now. It’s your last bullet.
Boris smirks and points to his forehead with one finger. Philipp aims the gun at Boris’ contemptuous demeaning smile once again and calmly squeezes the trigger. Another loud bang echoes throughout the room and plaster from the wall flies in all directions. Boris is unscathed. Philipp runs towards the door and tries to pull it open but he’s stuck; again he is unable to move.
Boris gets up from his chair and walks slowly towards Philipp.
There is simply no way you could have killed me. It’s not that your aim was off or that you’re a bad marksman. You’re just not qualified to kill me.
Boris extends a hand towards Philipp expecting to have his gun returned. Philipp does nothing. As Boris puts his hand on Philipps arm, Philipp tries to throw a punch at him. The dream ends…

Amunds perspective
A glance at Amunds thoughts

Amund had been traveling north. Chita had been a disappointment, he hadn’t been able to recruit that many rebels and those he did had so different motivations that it took all his leadership skills to hold them together in the end he had just left it wasn’t worth it.
He had been traveling towards Arkhangelsk, the village wasn’t really of any interest to him but, when he planned his trip he just couldn’t find any route where he wouldn’t be traveling through so he planned to make a short stop to pick up some supplies, if everything went as planned he wouldn’t be needing them but it was good to be well prepared.
He was quite surprised when he saw the looming concrete apartment buildings but then again this was the glories Soviet architectural style and where money was spent seldom made any sense. He entered town where he to his great surprise meet both Ya Run and Philip. It was with very mixed feelings that he greeted them. He had really enjoyed there company last he meet them but he had his doubts about their origin.
He felt pretty certain that Philip might either be a forest spirit or the son of one, he could also be the son of one of the Vanir. When it came to Ya Run he was more uncertain, he might just be one of the local spirits, but he might also be related to the Jotun, his final option was that he could be the son of Loki.
This might be why he wasn’t at the top of his game, or maybe it was that meeting Ya run and Philip felt like an omen, as if fate had something in store for them. It came as a total surprise to him when the chest started to move. He hadn’t been surprised by an adversary in several battle filled years and that threw him of so later when events only got worse he wasn’t quite himself. Even though he kept mostly calm, during their hunt through the forest, their visitation by the riders and their approach to Babba Yagas cabin, his senses took their leave and he wasn’t as cautious as he should have been. He knew full well that a character such as Babba Yaga is a dangerous being to offend, and still he let his temper overrule his senses when he heard, what to him was sacrilege. the existence of other gods who could rival the power of the Aisir, of course the thought wasn’t foreign to him the Aisir knew of other gods it was the way she said and how she claimed the existence of another god of thunder who drove this chariot across the sky now that was surely blasphemy. suddenly he felt the blood of his Jotun forebears scream through his veins ready to bludgeon anyone who mouthed such sacrilege. Unfortunately they stood in the hut of a powerful sorceress who turned him to stone and would properly still have been standing there, if Babba Yaga hadn’t had a use for them.

Disclaimer: some of this was already written after first session. And the rest in a bit of a hurry so sorry if there are a lot of mistakes.

The Story so Far
Where three hardened wanderers reunite...

One cold morning in a little village in south Siberia, three men from foreign lands arrive, ignorant of the role they are to play in history. It is spring in the year 1973 and Brezhnev is in power in the Soviet Union. The Titans have escaped from their prison in the Underworld and are siring their spawn in a World where the worship of Gods is declining steadily. In times like these it is not a coincidence, that three Scions meet. These guys have met before anyway and know that they can depend upon each other to act when it is needed.
What does Fate have in store for them?

The Chests and the Bandits

Our Heroes take care of a group of bandits who have stolen a brass chest from the farmer Fjodor. In order to do so they meet Grigorij, who tells them about the chest and how they were expected to show up and get it. The gang, led by Dmitri, have a little hideout in the resort area in the mountains. The Heroes go there and smash them up and are attacked by a giant wooden chest (who turns out to be a titan spawn), which they also smash to pieces. From the wooden rubble they recover a magical key which they use to open the brass chest.

Meeting Baba Yaga

The heroes bring the skull torch they found in the chest with them as they attempt to hunt down some of the bandits who escaped. After rounding a few of them up they find their way to Baba Yaga‘s hut in the dark forest. She rewards them with three pouches of salt for having correctly answered the knights’ riddles and tells them about the Gods, both new and old. She tells them about the agents of Rod and the radio station that keeps buzzing.


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