Wake of Destruction

The very first session of my Scion campaign included a fairly public battle. I'm afraid that clearly locked-in the tone of the game. The tale of Ivar and the Titanspawn Mafia (plus part 2 and part 3) boils down to the fact that a Giant and the PCs got in a bit of a fight, and that Ivar (the Giant) blew up the 30-story building that included the apartment of one of the PCs.

Undaunted, the PCs took a trip to Africa, where they toppled the local government. Becoming fatebound to the country they'd just overthrown, they had to flee to the Underworld. To do so, they had to kill the Adze (African insect-vampire) that was milking evil power from the transplanar gate. In the underworld, they learned that the Titans had unleashed all sorts of nastiness to track them. And that's where things left off a week ago.

The exit they found from the Underworld opened up into the British Museum in London. This, of course, was just perfect. The players had already discussed visiting the Brit Museum's "Department of Ancient Egypt and the Sudan" to research how to fight the nasty Ogdoad buried beneath Puget Sound. After some NPC interaction with the evil curator, they decided it was time to "liberate" some artifacts that might prove useful later. Alarms went off. Craziness ensued. PCs with social powers wrapped the Brittish equivalent of SWAT around their little finger. There was some tension, but it could have gone much worse.

That was solved, but a couple of Titanspawn were drawn to the commotion . Details don't really matter, but suffice it to say that serious nastiness occurred, the Royal Army had to be called in, and the PCs really could have prevented all 180-tons of Cleopatra's Needle from being hurled through the front of that crowded public building.

Amy said it best: "Oh crap, now we're gonna be called the short-bus Scions."