Dark Clouds Rising

[Larrin]

The weather man was wrong today.

Stan the man from channel 6 and Burke Lancaster from newsteam 5 both agreed, today was supposed to be warm, sunny, with 90% chance of being the most perfect Saturday ever (since Aug 24 1918).

There wasn't sun, and it wasn't warm. Dark clouds covered the sky, and according to Doppler 8000 radar, they weren't moving. Thuder rumbled, but neither rain nor wind were present. The air is a cool and dropping, and though its noon, its nearly dark as night.

Leon walks down a nearly deserted street, not too far from the usually profitable grounds of New Haven campus. People don't want to be out today, even the usual storm watching "maybe we can film a tornado and post it on you-tube" crowd is nervously absent. Leon sees this as a good move on the part of the mortals. Something big is coming, and he is quite intrigued by the fact he has no idea what. It isn't from the faerie, its not a demonic invasion. Aliens are seldom this forboding, and vampires, werewolves and zombies don't beat around the bush.

That leaves only a handful of ancient powers that might be moving in this way, and any one of them is enough to make Leon break a sweat, and would certainly be bad for business. He may need help getting to the bottom of this. He walked down the street, eyes open. Anyone brave or foolish enough to be outside at a time like this would be a usefull ally and/or pawn in the events to come.......

[DungeonMaster]

A whirlwind of earth and leaves and fire came out of a nearby sidestreet, and in a flash there was the sound of chimes ringing, and all the elements formed together into a man on one knee, his right fist planted flat on the ground. His long top know hung heavily over his left shoulder, and seen on it was the emblem of a flower. His skin was a tannish green, and it looked as if it had the texture of bark. He wore breeches of leather that laced up the sides and went shirtless, bearing many battle scars. He looked slowly up to the clouds. "Something comes... and whatever it is, it is not of this earth." He rose slowly to his feet, and in a flash and the sound of a gong, he sank into the earth and rose again out of it before Leon like a clay statue. The clay became steel in a flash of flame, and then in a splash of water, it was a man again. He held his hand out anbd said, "Call me Scyon."

[Manjogokin]

Two blue-green eyes appeared out of the shadow of a shut-in brick building not three yards away from Scyon and Leon. The eyes darted to the left and right, making dead certain no-one was around to take notice. Once they were sure the coast was clear, the eyes disappeared back into the shadow. And then from the invisible depths of this shadow came a rather handsome looking jaguar with a coat of fur black as night. The big cat stalked silently out of the shadow, ever wary of the slightest sign of trouble that was highly possible to appear. Although, given the current conditions of the day, very few people-human or otherwise-were out and about.

The jaguar's ears twitched to and fro nervously, heard nothing of immediate threat, and the animal quickly changed into a man. The man stood two inches over six feet tall in loose blue jeans, red-and-black flannel shirt, snake-skin boots with spurs, and a black cowboy hat on his head. Godric Mchale, he was called. He had returned to New Haven from his ranch on the outskirts of town after making sure all the animals were safely locked away in their pens. None of this feels right, he thought. It's unnatural, very...other. Godric peered out of the alley he was hiding in to get a better look at Scyon and Leon. They don't look unfriendly, though neither one smells even distinctly human or animal. "Might as well go and say hi," he whispered.

Godric slowly approached the pair so as not to alarm them, hands visible to the world-along with the kusari gama wrapped round his waist like a belt-and politely said, "Pardon me friends, but I can't help but wonder what a couple guys like you are doing out in this weather, if you can call it that." Having grown up on the streets most of his life, Godric was always expecting trouble from anywhere. So he kept his hands close to the Japanese weapon at his waist as he approached. Godric wasn't looking for a fight, but that didn't mean not to expect it from a couple shady-looking characters like these.