Overview This page is a collaborative effort, based on a recent rpg.net thread, offering a legion of one-paragraph plot hooks for Storytellers to dip into. Get inspiration from the ideas suggested here, and add your own! (entries are arranged alphabetically, categorised by pantheon)
Aesir Plots Dude, Pass the Blut! contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net A gang of sadistic wanna-be vampires and bubblegum goths has been holding a band of experienced and war-weary Aesir Scions captive in Ontario. The Scions were beaten and captured by a frost giantess that wanted revenge. After binding them with powerful runic manacles, which essentially paralyzed the Scions, the giantess delivered them to the gang. The gang were instructed that the band was a group of elder vampires which had turned against the "Masquerade" and were to be tortured for their transgressions. In return for their efforts in reeducating and corrupting the Scions, the whole gang would be "embraced". Slowly draining blood from the Scions has become an almost daily activity and torturing their former families, relatives and associates in front of them has become a big incentive to getting them to use the Jotunblut purview to enchant their "donations". The high Legend count of the band, along with various infusions from the giantess and her brood have created enough blood supply to slowly flooding the local drug market with a chemical cocktail containing equal parts Ecstasy and blood magic. Meanwhile, the empowered "Kindred" are terrorizing the city with their "mad skillz" and preternatural mastery. Fenrir's Freedom contributed by Magnamammoth of rpg.net Ragnarok must come. To that end, the dark elves of Niffelheim seek to undo the chain that now binds Fenrir. Fenrir is only as strong as the chain that binds him, and the one he bears now is made from a fish's breath, a woman's whisker, and many other insubstantial things. The Niflheim elves are on Midgard/Earth, looking for the strongest materials forged by the hands of man. Their plan is to take these materials and enact alchemical rituals from a distance, slowly replacing the light soft items with the stronger items.
Mirror, Mirror on My Hard Drive contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net A centuries old Dark Alfar has spent the last ten traveling across the country recruiting authentic sibyls. He provides them food, safety and comfort in exchange for them inputting their predictions into an intuitive database with which he secretly intends sell to the highest bidder once it is "ready". The Call of the Gjallarhorn contributed by Scurve of rpg.net The Boston Symphony Orchestra is pleased to announce their guest for the evening, Ronald Hewitt. Hewitt - philanthropist, musician, and Titanspawn - will be playing, for the first time this millennium, a recently-excavated horn, several centuries old. It is a proud event for the Boston Symphony Orchestra, and we welcome all our exuberant music-loving colleagues to join us on this special evening. Recently unearthed by Hewitt and a few other Titanspawn, the Gjallarhorn will signal the occurrence of the Ragnarok. The congregating Norse pantheon will gather, expecting the end, and then the Titan awakened by the horn will destroy them. Fortunately, one of the Titanspawn screwed up and mouthed off. The Voice of Purity contributed by HardKore Keltoid of rpg.net A militant Neo-Nazi leader calling himself "The Voice of Purity" has begun assembling a fanatical cult known as "The Worthy". They are universally albino, have clear blue eyes and boast impressive physical strength. They, of course, attribute this to the inherit superiority of their blood. The Voice of Purity is a Scion of the Frost Giant Ymir. He possesses legendary levels of Jotunblut and is rumored to have sipped of his father's own blood. Beyond his zealous hatred, he has long-term plans to raise an army of giant-blooded supermen to further his patron's goals.
Azlanti Plots Exotic Stone Fountain contributed by Scurve of rpg.net There is power in symbols. Arrangements and patterns amplify or dampen power, ward and curse. These patterns aren't easy to form, though -- few even know the shape. Of course, the Titanspawn have taken a cue from ol' Henry Ford, and have mass-produced small, decorative fountains in the shape of ritualistic temples. With wide enough distribution, these fine, hand-crafted products, made in America, are sure to set off at least a few patterns by pure chance alone. Supplies are limited, so
buy yours now! Available at your nearest convenience store, shopping mall, or novelty shop. Tablet of Tezutetli contributed by daHob of rpg.net There exists the Tablet of Tezutetli, scribed by servitors of Great Serpent Titan during the time of the overthrow of the titans. It contains a ritual that can break any bond, and thus release a greater titan from its prison. It can also break the bonds of death and ressurect Baldur, who has just been killed. One group of titanspawn have the tablet. A different group has some things needed to complete the ritual. They have a difference of opinion as to which titan should be freed. The Scions have a fragment of the tablet needed to make the ritual whole. The Blood Fails contributed by Magnamammoth of rpg.net The scions of the Aztlantl cannot understand it. Their blood sacrifices does nothing. Something is blocking these prayers from getting to the Overworld. While they can still access their Ichor and talk with their parents, the blood pools on the ground without any celestial benefit. The titanspawn have created a blood barrier from the souls of those killed by the Aztecs, to prevent the Aztlantl from being able to aid the other pantheons.
Amatsukami Plots Kaiju of Mikaboshi contributed by Magnamammoth of rpg.net Having seen the movies, the spawn of Mikaboshi undertake to create monsters like the ones in Godzilla. Using mankind's most destructive force, radiation, they supercharge themselves, becoming true kaiju that now terrorize Japan.
Dodekatheon Plots Girls Gone Wild contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net A nymph has opened a health spa on the outskirts of town, convinced that this was the best way of preserving her sanctuary. She has a habit of trying to seduce all the male guests and if attached and scorned too much takes it out on their females, turning them into maenads that roam the woods around the facility providing extra security for the nymph's safety.
One of the nymph's earliest clients was a wealthy venture capitalist dying of cancer. As her waters seem to put his disease in submission, he has provided the necessary interference when local authorities investigate disappearances. Ol' Muddy Waters contributed by Scurve of rpg.net Titanspawn with connections have been dumping specially-enchanted pollutants into the waters of America's most famous river. These pollutants, agents of death already, also consume the souls of the dead, and in doing so, further strengthening themselves and polluting the river even more. The brown waters slowly turn black as the Titanspawn redirect the river Styx and bring it to the United States. The Four Winds contributed by Magnamammoth of rpg.net After the Trojan War, the great hero Odysseus was given a sack containing the Four Winds. His crew became curious, and opened the sack, causing them to be blown far off their course. Due to this, the wind has been free for a long time. Recently, however, in the city of Olympia, Washington, the wind has died down. There has been no wind in the city or the state that surrounds it. The reason is simple, The sack of the Four Winds has been found and a magic knot tied. The titanspawn plan to give this as a gift to their parents to destroy the gods. The Cronus Code contributed by Asklepios of rpg.net Everyone knows that Cronus was imprisoned by Zeus in Tartarus and recently broke free. Don't they? Actually some myths say that he was put into eternal sleep within the Black Cave of Nyx, and others still say that he was released from Tartarus by Zeus eons ago, and that he and his brothers were appointed by Zeus as kings of the Elysian islands. Something doesn't add up, but a recently unearthed ancient manuscript might hold the answer...
Loa Plots Zombie Contagion contributed by Magnamammoth of rpg.net A contagion released into the water of a bayou city has turned the normal people into zombies. The Loa cannot control them, and the only ones not affected are the Scions and those already dead.
Pesedjet Plots
Sobek contributed by Magnamammoth of rpg.net The source of the Nile has been supernaturally dammed. Without its life giving waters, Egypt and the countries around it will be decimated. To make matters worse, when the connection is lost, Sobek enters into a state of forced hibernation. During this sleep, the titanspawn steal some of his divine blood. One sample for each of them to draw an effect similar to jotunblut, and one sample for their parents to create a doppleganger of Sobek to replace the real one. Sneaking into the Afterlife contributed by Scurve of rpg.net There has been a new medical breakthrough - pacemakers made from a new, ultralight plastic. It is very expensive, and only the wealthiest members of society can afford it. The Titanspawn, intent on overtaking the Afterlife, are attempting to bypass Anubis's test; their hearts will be lighter than a feather. As well, since only the very wealthy can afford the treatment, Titanspawn plan to bargain with those of lower income -- their servitude in exchange for their life. An army prepared for death is forming. The Pharaoh’s curse contributed by DJ Blackrock In a plot straight out of the B movies, a powerful mummy and his entourage attack the game’s city, looking for their lost relics. Not really an issue for a Band of heroic scions, no? Well, normally, except that the power of the curse will raise the mummy from any kind of destruction on the following night. Even if it is dismembered, each part burned, and then the ashes spread to the four winds, it will re-form each night. The mummy can raise new undead followers to replace those he’s lost. The only way to vanquish the mummy is to either dispel the magic binding the curse, or to help it in its appointed rounds. Both could prove troublesome, as the relics have made their way to museums as well as private collections, and the magic behind the curse is ancient and still quite strong. The mummy is intelligent and would prefer not to hurt the Scions, unless of course one of them is in possession of one of his relics. The Mummy should be built to hold it’s own against your band, but not impossible to kill. It will not attack a Scion of the Pesedjet unless provoked. (Suggestions of powers: Scarab Swarm, Sandblast, Unquiet Corpse, Regeneration)
Pantheon non-specific Plots Among the Wolves contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net
A brilliant young dog breeder became obsessed with producing larger and more intelligent canines for home security purposes. The progeny of his breed became world famous for portraying these traits and eventually his efforts caught the attention of a pack of fenrir. Sneaking into the renowned kennels they slew the lesser dogs and chose the strongest as their mates. They have frightened and coerced the young breeder into helping them create the strongest offspring possible while he provides them a safe place to hide until they are ready to present a new army to Father Fenris. Baby Sitting contributed by Speaknoevilma The Scions parent suddenly finds himself with a very young Scion in need of care. So of course they hunt down one of their Scions to field the problem for them. The Scion has to keep an eye on the kid and keep them safe from anybody that may try to hurt them since they have no powers. One problem, the Scion can't use his powers in the kids presence without taking the chance of triggering his divine ichor, which his parent does not want happening just yet. As is typically with Scions chaos en mass ensues as several Titanspawn seek to take the kid to convert or make a meal. Bedside Manner contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net Titanspawn having identified some specific DNA carrier signals for Scions during the Human Genome Project have equipped CAT scan and other diagnostic systems at hospitals with tracing subroutines that can "mark" the enemy when they are receiving emergency or surgical diagnostics. Now able to strike while their enemies are weak, strike teams can be sent to make sure the patients never make it home again. Beast beneath the Sea contributed by Myrme of rpg.net Ages ago, a great beast by the gods was sealed beneath the sea. Buried and chained, this champion of the Titans was to left there for all eternity. At the same time, the gods - being jealous creatures ever suspicious of each other's motives would not allow any other power to hold the key. Each tribe objected to the other holding it, and thus, it was divided. Each pantheon held one fragment, and they scattered them across the world. They, like the abomination they contained, were meant to be lost to time.
But Fate, and the Titans, had other plans. The Titanspawn and their cat's paws have spent over fifty years working on this. Already, they have prepared the islands that form the prison, corrupting and weakening them through their pawns in the mortal governments. Now with the Titans free, they can finally put the final stages of their plan into motion. The islands' name? Bikini Atoll. Heating Up contributed by Asklepios of rpg.net The Titans are cunning, and have recognised that with increased global warming, the deserts will spread, third-world strife will increase, wars will become more likely and mortals will drift more towards the four Titan Virtues. To this end, their agents are trying to pollute the environment and sabotage plans to cut global CO2 emissions. It's a long term plan, to be sure, but the Titans believe that a significant paradigm shift in mortal behaviour is possible through global warming. Hush Little Baby contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net A consortium of Titanspawn have beenusing the semen and harvested eggs from captured deities to run a fertility clinic scam for the past decade. They keep track of the viable Scions, preparing to corrupt them when the time is right. Keep it in the family contributed by MeltedBanana of rpg.net The displaced mortal parents of the Scions (frex father of a scion of Odin) are the main antagonists, jealously helping the titans and scheming to bring down the Gods who interfered in their lives. Extra drama with some of the parents not wanting to harm the scions but others not caring if their 'children' happen to get taken out along the way. New Gods contributed by Ricohard1986 of rpg.net Once every home was protected by its own god of the Hearth yet with their loss of worship their legend has ebbed leaving our homes unguarded and the titans are now trying to take advantage of this and are trying to swing human thought to their side through the new replacement of the hearth, the TV. No Rest contributed by Myrme of rpg.net
A pack of ghouls (the shapeshifting desert cannibals/hyenabeasts of Arabian legend) has taken up residence somewhere in Washington DC. Their goal? Well, food, mostly. And Arlington National Cemetary looks like good pickings for these grave robbers. The ghouls' handlers, however, have bigger plans. They plan to harness the power of this desecration of so many soldiers' graves, turning it against the Gods and in particular the Einherjar. Spoonful of Sugar contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net Titanspawn in key positioning at broadcasting companies to insert subliminal programming into Saturday morning cartoons. The messages have the children believing that Scions are the Agents of Evil and that their powers will destroy the world. On several occasions, these child "servants" have been given commands that have caused them to do everything from recovering relics to attacking their own divinely-powered parents. Two More Bodies Found, News at 10 contributed by Scurve of rpg.net Along the northwestern coast of America and throughout the Pacific, corpses have been washing ashore, or rather, the top halves of corpses. A cult or serial killer is suspected, or possibly a militia. Not a single body has been identified. Authorities continue their investigation. Something has happened in the Pacific, and the merpeople are being killed and dismembered. Titanspawn whalers, Poseidon gone mad, Leviathan young feeding frenzy, or perhaps a displeased God or Scion wants to expand their territory. Unwatched contributed by HardKore Keltoid of rpg.net There's an unnaturally long, Overworld-wide eclipse. The Eye of Horus has been sealed shut, Apolo's chariot has been unhitched, the Wheel of Sun has been shattered by a giant's hammer and so forth, blinding the eyes of Heaven. Somebody's trying to sneak something by the Gods, and their diversion is causing massive panic in the mortal world. Westside Sacrifice contributed by Cryiron of rpg.net The tensions between several inner-city gangs have risen to the point of no return. Minions of the enemy have mobilized to be at ground zero during one of the biggest
gang wars the city has ever seen. They will use the casualties for a mass sacrifice to their dark masters, as the gang bangers have been manipulated into getting tattoos which mark them as the Titan's property in the afterlife. The Scions must either diffuse the situation or stop the consecration ritual unless they wish to allow the enemy a new spectral army. With age comes power contributed Magnamammoth of rpg.net The titanspawn of Chronos have figured out a way to reverse time, in a focused area. They intend to lead the scions into a trap to use this power. Can a Scion still use their divine birthrights if they are only seven years old? They’re hijacking what, where when now? contributed by DJ Blackrock A group of Titanspawn (tailor to group, but led by an Atomic Lich, 2 fire giants, and consisting of 4 minotaurs, 6 Berserks, and a varying number of unwitting thugs) has managed to get their hands on the route and schedule of a train carrying a thermonuclear device. No one should have to be told what would happen should a group of psychotic Titanspawn get their hands on a tactical nuke. The Scions must stop this at all costs. (Complication: The Titanspawn aren’t planning to use the nuke for evil purposes. The Atomic Lich needs radiation to live, and he’s planning to eat the nuke) Someone call an exterminator? contributed by DJ Blackrock Location: Las Vegas A Cactus farm on the outskirts of town has been overrun by Nemean Insects, mainly Scorpions and other desert creatures. Tracing the infestation to its source leads to an old abandoned gold mine. Inside, a demented servant of the Titans works feverishly to produce more and more Nemeans, for his own inscrutable purpose. His lair is protected by Nemean Horned Lizards and more Nemean Scorpions. The creator is deranged beyond help, and he may actually welcome death as a release from his labors. (options: this scene can easily be moved nearly anywhere, including heavily urban areas, replace the scorpions and lizards with cockroaches and stray dogs, the target is some open market and the mine with an old subway platform) The Fountain contributed by DJ Blackrock
In the course of the Scions travels, they come across a beautiful ornate fountain (perhaps the sky burst in a green haze and led them there, perhaps they stumbled upon it, not important either way). The fountain is made of a solid piece of gemstone (pick your favorite) and a cool, crisp, refreshing water flows from its many outlets. The basin itself if about 15 feet across and rises up for 4 tiers of ornate beauty. When someone drinks from the fountain (the water is prefectly safe by the way), the fountain issues forth a voice, asking those in its presence if they seek truth. Then asks if they seek knowledge, then asks if they seek understanding. If answered yes on all accounts, the Fountain then issues them a challenge. Finish a task, and they will have their answer. The fountain then emits a wave of arcane power that washes over the pcs. When they open their eyes, they're not feeling quite themselves. (At this point, shuffle the sheets around. Preferably for comedic potential). The Scions are stuck this way, literally walking a mile in each others shoes (or boots, or heels, or birkenstocks, or whatever...) until they finish their task (which can be whatever you want) Mistaken Faith contributed by Raken A rumor catches the Scions ears about people disapearing from the local church. Three Scions (one Loa, one Atzlanti, one enter random god here) driven by the faith of there parents (divine or not) take things a bit to far. The Atzlanti Scion takes people who he deems as a sinner and drains them of there blood and the Loa Scion turns the body into a zombies. The other Scion is the one pulling the strings to keep them in line. (I used Kalfu, Miclantecuhtli, and Raphael for the parents) A Divine Sacrifice contributed by prophet831 Location: Dallas A Scion of Tezcatlipoca has been turned by the Order of the Divine to serve their whims, and masquerades as an Evangelical preacher, with a televangelist mortal companion. The scion acts through the televangelist to herd the flock, while he works in the background to murder unwatched children of the 'pagan' gods. He strives to cleanse one area at a time. When he arrives in Dallas, he targets a child of Zeus, who has yet to show his true lineage. Having heard of this from and unbidden Oracle, Zeus enlists Hermes to find someone to take care of the threat. In comes the party... Cinderfang Mountain conributed by prophet831
Fire giants have been harassing Hades for some time, and his Thanatoi are barely managing. Hades asks Hermes to find some Demigods who can put his problem to rest. In comes the group. They must travel to Cinderfang Mountain - between the Underworlds of the Dodekatheon and Pesedjet - and make a strike at the heart of the fire giant army. Most importantly, they must bring Hades the heart of Cinderfang himself - a Legend 8 Elder Fire Giant (Balrog-ish) who resides in the caldera of the volcano's depths. There, they find a schism to Muspelheim that funnels fire giants in by the hundreds. Once Cinderfang falls, the schism reverts, and Hades problem is solved.
Overview This page is a collaborative effort, based on a recent rpg.net thread, offering a legion of one-paragraph plot hooks for Storytellers to dip into. Get inspiration from the ideas suggested here, and add your own! (entries are arranged alphabetically)
Weird Events After These Messages There is a television set that has been making its way through the various thrift stores, garage sales and flea markets for the past several months. Its an old RCA 15" that seems to bear no markings of use or abuse. It normally plays nothing more than static, but once a year on the current owner's birthday, it plays ten minutes of video that shows exactly what that person wants the most and exactly what must be done to make that a reality. At some point during the days that follow, the television will disappear to never be seen again by that person. Convention of Cats Every cat in Austin, TX simultaneously escape their homes by any means necessary. The worried, irritated and confused pet owners followed them and the stray cats of the city to small city park. The cats had looped through traffic, carring even newborn kittens in their mouths to the location, often even attacking those that tried to stop them from their journey. In the center of the park they formed a rough circle of furry bodies, moving in unison until the shape was formed and then as
mysteriously as they arrived, they once again returned to their homes as if nothing had happened. The owners just seemed to be glad to have their pets back and have not questioned the disturbance overly much. Fruit of the Loom A peach tree has been growing in the city park for many years, but this is the very first year it has produced any fruit. The old groundskeeper who takes care of the area has harvested most of the peaches and lately the kids that live there have noticed that he has been looking younger, despite their parents caiming that they cant tell the difference. Hopscotch When the sun dawns on the world, it finds that someone has been busy during the night. A hopscotch pattern several miles long has been drawn in unwashable white crayon, curved into a circle like an ouroboros. Your house is at the very centre of the circle. Someone has just drawn a target reticle on your home. A target reticle for something big. In a Time of Greatest Need A large battered sword buried in a several ton stone has appeared in the middle of Times Square. Media crews have surrounded the site and every attempt by the city or private individuals to remove the sword or the whole stone from the area has met with failure. Library of the Lost The local library in Alexandria, VA seems to be filling with books that haven't been written, sometimes from seemingly non-existant authors. The staff is swearing that the aisles are getting longer every day and have given up on trying to file the books. No one seems to want to check out books any more and there has not been a patron passing through the entrance since the phenomenon started occuring. The library just exudes oddness, making he normal person feel very ill at ease. Losing My Religion
Every church within a large metropolitan city has spontaneously disappeared, leaving nothing more than a foundation to mark its passing. On a related note, every member of the clergy and congregations have also vanished without a trace. Next Caller! The DJ for a local radio show starts talking in ancient Sumerian for ten minutes every day. Thinking it one of his wacky new schticks, no one has mentioned it and his ratings have gone through the roof. Some of his more alert listeners have began to worry and then the nightmares begin. No Time Like the Present No digital or analog time-keeping device will operate within the city limits of Mulberry Springs. Given that the system clock on most computers helps them operate, they have also been rendered near useless as well. Suicide Capital of the World Previously one of the most northern settlements in Canada, Outpost Endurance grew from a military town during British rule into a small fishing community. A small but happy town, preserved mostly by pig-headed stubborn determiniation not to move, Endurance had two churches, three stores, and one boarding house. In fact, they wouldn't even have the boarding house if the stars weren't so beautiful there at night. They say that some summer nights, the full moon creates a moonbow. Three months ago, every resident, in a display of unnatural strength, committed rather gruesome suicide, down to the tiniest infant. So far, there's been no official investigation. It was hard enough finding an agency to take responsibility of the corpses. That which was left Behind Most think that every Titan left when they broke free from their prison. That is unfortunately incorrect. Something still lurks in the deep, hidden places, hating everything blessed by the Gods. Whether they admit it or not, that's the reason the deepest caverns across the world have closed down their lowest levels. That's the reason that mining interests have been loosing money, having to pay out higher and higher bonuses for hazard pay. That's the reason you're being sent to the tourist trap
known as Natural Bridge, Virginia and the deepest cavern on the east coast of the United States. The Lost City Some twenty to thirty years ago, the farming community of Bright Hill, located in rural (even by local standards) Montana, cut off all contact with the outside world. The last news anyone had out of the place was that a local farmer had unearthed some strange item plowing his field (confusing just about everyone as he'd plowed that same field the same way since he was fifteen and only found more and more dirt). The exact look and nature of the thing is a mystery, with every account colored by thirty years of tall tales and stranger occurrences seen off on the horizon. However, everyone agrees that the last thing anyone heard out of Bright Hill was that the town had, for some completely unknown reason, decided to pump every cent in the town treasury into building a Monorail. Exactly what they hoped to accomplish with the device is unknown. But about six months after the decision, a few people noticed that their friend in and around Bright Hill hadn't really been in touch lately. Three dozen died trying to drive into town. The survivors told horror stories about strange weapons that sprouted from the ground, roads that devoured cars, lightning arcing between distant towers and along the disturbing steel ring that surrounded the old downtown, suspended by unknown forces in mid-air. Who (or perhaps more likely "what") caused this incredible change in the populace is unknown, and even attempts by the local National Guard resulted in nothing more than a field of casualties. The state and national government seem, strangely, unconcerned with any of this; in fact, the governor recently released a statement declaring the entire thing was likely an elaborate hoax, an opinion shared by thousands of others around the country who've heard the story of "The Mechanical Ghost Town of Bright Hill" around the same campfires as stories concerning the Jersey Devil or the Hook-hand killer. The Many Who are One Seven women in Wichita, KS delivered triplets on the exact same time and date. All of the infants were female and the exact same weight and height. The mothers professed to not knowing each other and each seemed equally mystified as to the bright red bird shaped birthmark on right buttocks of each child. All were born healthy and the mothers were released after three days of recovery. Doctors were
shocked as despite the stress of multiple birth pregnancies, there were absolutely no complications. Several of the hospital staff were baffled as all the babies seemed to cry simulatneously several times while in the hospital and seemed to be on a sychronized sleep and hunger schedule. Wall of Memory In the bathroom stall of a long abandoned tavern in Memphis, TN, there is a wall full of names in child-like handwriting. Every time a Scion dies, his or her name appears on that wall instanteously. If anyone is watching the wall at the time, they will not notice the name appearing until the names are re-read once more. What has Six Legs and is Crawling on Your Shoulder? Scarabs have suddenly overran and infested an apartment complex in the inner city. They are crawling from every nook and crevice available, making it uninhabitable for any human. The Health Department has deemed it a cockaroach infestation and condemned the building. In the basement, among the effects of that old guy that lived on the second floor, something very old awakens. Where Everybody Knows Your Name There is a bar that seems to be in every city at the same time. The patrons are always the same. Despite how the characters look or what they have been through, the bar is always there when they need it the most. Once the doors shut, the world cannot enter or influence those within. Cell phones will not function and no matter how much the characters drink, they will never be drunk once passing through the doors again. No one they meet will know of the bar and no one other than the Band will be able to enter, deciding suddenly that they have to be elsewhere if invited within. Everyone in the bar runs a tab that never seems to have to be paid. If asked, the Bartender will smile and say, "All debts will be paid at the End of it All, drink up."
Overview This page is a collaborative effort, based on a recent rpg.net thread, offering a legion of one-paragraph plot hooks for Storytellers to dip into.
These rumours are intentionally off-beat and off-the-wall, and are great tidbits for NPC Scions to come up with during casual conversations ("Hey, I just met that Scion of Loki in the bar... guess what he said?") Have fun with these, and please add your own crazy ideas as well.
The Rumours! You know how the Amatsukami think that there are spirits of everything? Well, they're right. But what they haven't realized, is that the so-called Titans are actually the spirits of everything that doesn't exist.
Have you ever wondered about all the recent pantheons? The ones created by modern beliefs and worship? The gods of credit cards and television, the ones made by those freaks who pray to Cthulhu? Ever wonder why they don't make Scions or do anything you hear about? It's because the old Gods take them captive as soon as they're born. They use them as suicide troopers against the Titans. But word is, one escaped, and he's creating a brand new faction, that doesn't want to destroy the world OR preserve it, but rather reform it under their rule...
You know how in some of the old stories, Gods would have sex with animals? Well, it still happens, every once in a while. And sometimes, the results don't just end up as Creatures, but as Scions themselves... pray to your patron that you never try to step on an ant Scion...
Mortals can't really handle the power of Gods, no matter what they try to tell us. Eventually, all Scions go mad and have to be put down. Those stories of Scions ascending to godhood? Crap, told by Gods who don't want their soldiers and servants to get worried.
You know how all Titanspawn have "trophies" you can take off of them? Well, humans have one too... you know that guy who killed a dozen people over in Oregon a couple years ago? He figured out what it was.
Friend of mine, he runs a little "digital investigation" business, getting information on big businesses and the like. He doesn't personally blow the whistle, but he makes good money selling that whistle under the table, know what I mean. Enron? That was him. Shit you not, the man didn't even use his computer for that one, just dug a hard drive, a wholesale hard drive right out of a dumpster. Wiped a little pesto off it and plugged it in. Anyway, he asks me just last week, who the hell is Wodinaz, he says. I dunno, says I. "This Wodinaz guy, maybe it's a company code or something, but looks like he paid this humongous MasterCard debt with an eyeball." They can do that? I ask. "Stranger things, my friend," he says. "Check Wikipedia."
There's a theory that some of the gods are created by human faith, you know? If it's true, that guy (yeah, that white bearded one, sitting on the heavens, whose symbol is a cross) got to be pretty schizophrenic with those different churches, sects and whatever believing about him, don't you think? You are sure that you cannot become a Scion without a Visitation. I'm sure that it's bullshit. I'm sure because I knew some of those guys in my time. They did'nt wield fancy magic thingies, they could not do that hoodoo-voodoo shit, but they were far stronger, quicker and smarther that any mortal man. I guess that's because Ichor had awakened in them by itself. And know what? Kennedy was such a man. That's why they had to kill him. We're not alone in space. Aliens exist. And so do their gods. Believe me, you don't want to mess with those guys. Really.
You all heard how Odin killed the titan Ymir and it ended the Ice Age and flooded the Earth, right? Well that's true of the Titanspawn too. Everytime we put one down, something bad happens. A buddy of mine killed a Minotaur about a year back in some hick farming community, all the corn crop in the surrounding thirty mile radius died off that season and about half the town had to sell their homes. It's a losing battle man.
Fate influences places, not just people. I was driving through Kansas last week. Route I take every time, right? And there was a town on the road that had never been there before, but it looked like it had always been around. Just your typical little
small town. Funny thing. All the signs said the name of the place was Smallville. Cute, huh? I thought so. Until I looked at the picture of me on my seat. My nephew drew it after I beat up a giant with his dad's car. Red cape, blue tights...I floored it the hell out of there.
It is easy for a Scion to consider all Titans mindless monsters bent on rampage and destruction on the world... Here, let me tell you a story. It is a quiet summer day. Your child and his friends had just returned from school. You notice that he seems strange, as if ill. You look at him closer, and are paralyzed by fear. You realize that your child is warped, mutated somehow. His body is covered in thick layer of web, and the uncountable tiny spiders warp and weave it, following some twisted plan. Worse yet, they alter your child's body, turning it from the boy\girl you loved to some kind of patchwork monster. You are horrified, you don't know what to do, you want to somehow help your child. That's when he and his friends, acting together like they are leaded by some unknown intelligence, manage to overpower you and lock you in the basement for the rest of your life. Now imagine: you're a Titan, the child and his friends are Gods and the webs are Fate. Now things start making sense. Of course, you may ask: who are the spiders? It shouldn't be that hard to guess.
Kevin Sorbo is one of us. No, he's not actually Hercules. The real Hercules ascended to godhood a millenia ago. He's a scion of Hercules. And the whole show? That was part of the task his dad assigned him. Rehabilitate his image, paint him in a good light, and get mortals thinking about the Olympians again. Speaking of which, all of the gods on Hercules were actually played by themselves. Hey, it was a trendy thing among the divinities to actually get a cameo on the show. Gods were lining up around Olympus just to get an appearance in an episode. It got to the point they spun off Xena so there would be more slots available.
You know that old saw about failing to learn from history? Well, the Scions of Ares and Aphrodite failed to see the potential downsides of cuckolding the Scion of Hephaestus. And unlike his forbearer, he seeks a more permanent solution to his relationship problems, and doesn't give a damn who gets caught in the blast radius. In any field of interest, there are polarizing conflicts; Mac vs PC, for example. And these conflicts have almost nothing to do with facts, running almost entirely on
emotion and belief. The "debate" between the Batman and Superman factions has been over the top but relatively harmless, the 213th casualaty has been logged in the M-16/ AK-47 turf war, and Boston was declared a disaster area after the Coca Cola Army and the Pepsi Liberation Front went at each other in a street to street campaign..
You ever read Genesis? Chapter six has something particularly interesting stuff in it: "When men began to increase in number on the earth and daughters were born to them, 2 the sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose. 3 Then the LORD said, "My Spirit will not contend with [a] man forever, for he is mortal [b] ; his days will be a hundred and twenty years. 4 The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of men and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown." Sound familiar? Yahweh flooded the world to destroy our kind once before, and his Pantheon of Angels do not tolerate our existence this time around. Stay out of Churches, Synagogues, & Mosques... one of my "half-brothers" had a Band-Mate who, swear to Re, got turned into a Pillar of Salt when he got lured into a Catholic Church!
The Loa aren't the only pantheon influenced by the Bible. One God is so mighty his Fate is tied to everyone on the planet. Trust me, don't cross Onan.
Dwarves. Suspicious little guys. They say that they're on the side of the Gods. But you know what I think? That they spend all their time digging because they're looking for Ymir, their creator. Odin says he killed Ymir but the dwarves think that he's lying and just buried him real deep. One day the dwarves will find Ymir and release him.... destroying the world in the process. Ymir wasn't killed by Odin. It was the other way around. Ymir now pretends to be Odin for some inscrutable purpose. A purpose which isn't going to be good for us I wager.
As a Scion, you make your own legend, right? Wrong. They are out there making it for you, even as we speak. Oh, you think I'm crazy? You ever heard of Dave? He's this Scion of Horus, and a major coward. Tried to run away from a Titanspawn rather
than fight it head on, and just disappeared for a couple of weeks. Now he fights every monster he comes across, with a look of fear in his eyes, saying that, however horrible these beasties are, what the Five-Score Fellowship has in store for him if he runs away again is even worse.
You know, all those geeks who claim to be children of Athena are wrong. She is still a Virgin. Or so she says. Children of Artemis are special. They were born from one of her Ephesus Fertility Aspects, not the usual Huntress. But there is also Amazon Parthenogenesis.
There's a Scion of Odin out there who's tamed a spawn of Fenriswolf. He's made it loyal to only him, and used it to hunt down rogue Scions. Thing is, I hear he feeds it their hearts so it can grow stronger. I wonder if it'll stop eating even if he hunts down all the rogue Scions--and won't the wolf eventually become stronger than the Scion? I heard that the original Fenriswolf is already dead, and the one the Eddas speak of? That's this wolf, and the Scion is spelling his father's doom.
Clip your nails. All of them. Every day. No, I'm serious. The Norse Eddas speak of Naglfar, a Jotun ship made entirely out of the nails of the dead. Well, the way I hear it told, the nails of Scions retain their power when they die. So if I kick it, I want you to pull out my nails and burn them, and I'll do the same for you. On the other hand, wear leather boots. Lots of them. Wear them down and cut straps from them, because those straps are collected by Scions of Vidar for their father to weave into his boot. That boot is the only thing that can stop Fenriswolf when Ragnarok comes.
Yeah, you'd best stay away from anyone who might be connected to the whole Judeo-Christian-Islam religious paradigm. They're strange and dangerous. The angels appear to be as powerful as any scion, and those archangels are equal to the gods, if not more powerful. And they all think the gods are nothing more then the products of human imagination, and we scions are just halfbred ethereal "gorgons", which would make us less then human. Rumor has it one of those archangels actually lead a war against the gods on behalf of Yaweh, and that's really why the gods left the World. Think that's bullshit? Try telling that to one of those warrior
angels, them Malakim, and see how long you last before he decides to "silence the ethereal" he thinks you are... ...And as bad as the angels get, don't think you can deal with their enemies the demons. They're even worst. They can't be trusted, not even against the Titanspawn.
Myths are really only stories,when you think about it. Stories with power. People forget that when they think about the new gods. Sure, there are Scions of Credit Cards, Scions of Windows, all the gods of silicon valley. But more to the point... do you know how many copies Lord of the Rings has sold over fifty years? How many kids have grown up believing Gandalf will save them? Think on the devotion Star Wars fans show. How many people watch Harry Potter movies. Think about the trekkies. You sure they're just stories any more?
You seen all this net-hype about Chuck Norris, you know, all those funny little "Chuck Norris facts" that have been going about? The thing is, Chuck is actually a Scion of Loki, and the boom in popularity of these little quotes is a reflection of his sky-high Legend. He's actually fought a load of seriously big demons, the most recent being a hundred-foot long giant serpent that was attacking the great wall of China. The thing is, he's smart enough to keep cameramen with empty recorders nearby, and so far all the bystanders have figured that the monsters are some sort of awesome special effects for the filming of a Norris comeback movie. Oh yeah he's best friends with Kevin Sorbo as well, though Norris is at least twice as powerful.
Did you hear? They shut down Carlsbad Caverns. Hell, I think they are shutting down all the public caves. They are doing it quietly too. There is somethign moving in the deep, dark places of the earth. All those mine disasters recently? They weren't accidents
There's this appearance of new RPGs on the consoles that are getting really popular. Weird thing is that for all of its blood and gore, parents can't seem to notice any of it. But it's really fucking with kids' heads. It has a weird name too... Ebony Hound, I think...
Scions are big among those who know. Do you know how much an Eric Donner card goes for? Well, the scion memorabilia is actually a much deeper thing than that TCG on the shelves. My buddy Dave, noticed a new shipment of Scion cards, seemingly with holofoil. But that mark in the top left? That's not a brand name, it's titan blood.
You didn't hear this from me, but Harry Houdini was a scion of Loki. The doctors say it was appendicitis that did him in. No such luck. It was Fate, getting revenge for him making a legend without using his godpowers.
Bermuda Triangle. How many ships have gone misisng or planes crashed, there? Zero. There's nothing there. Any traces of thrillseekers and rescuers just vanish. Poseidon got us an in to find out what the titans are planning there. But first we gotta find Scylla and Charybdis.
Shigeru Miyamoto was born of Izanagi. He decided against taking on the divine fight, but with his father's blessing, laid secrets about the Titan War in his games. Weaknesses, Major Titan Nests, how to make normals see the legendary, all coded into the graphics of his games. The Wii was meant as the starting point. Using its ability to play previous games, a clever scion can find these secrets.
Despite previous appearances, the Aesir and the Amatsukami scions have worked together before. Specifically scions of Tyr with the sons of Amaterasu. You say you haven't seen them? You haven't been watching Ultraman then.
Rob liefield is a titanspawn. His "artwork" is an attempt by the elder gods to slowly introduce non-euclidian geometry to the masses, so they'll be prepared for it when Cthulhu comes to swallow their souls. Fortunately, a scion of Athena, Grant Morrison by name, has come to this realization and has crafted masterwork stories that distract attention from the works of Liefield.
Have you ever wondered about the Dodekatheon and their "Roman Years"? Sure, everyone tells you that they are the same. But I have heard differently. Do you watch Star Trek? The Next Generation once had an Episode where they found a Lt. Riker. Lt. William Riker. Yes, the same as their Commander. The strangest thing happened then, he was copied when a transporter malfunctioned slightly. He had all the basic history and attributes of the "real" Riker, but he developed a different character. That's what happened to the Roman gods. But... Where are they now?
Have you ever wondered why there are Scions working for the Titans and no one had the goddamn decency to warn you about them? Ever asked yourself why this is so? I did. And I think it's because the Gods, our parents, don't know. Oh, sure, they want you to believe that they know what you're doing, and their powers sure as hell help them with it, but they can't see everything. And Titanic corruption is a sneaky thing. So... Be careful. Don't make deals you might regret. Because chances are, that you won't get any divine help until it's too late and someone has to put you down.
Everybody seems to pile the hate and doom'n'gloom onto the Big G. But I heard differently. After the Gods started disappearing from sight, the mortals still needed something to believe in. So they had to chose someone to stay behind. He bit the bullet. Sure, he got some help in the form of Angels and Saints and his Aliases with the Jews and Muslims. But he was still just one guy. Imagine what it must be like to have your own identity dissolved by the desires and prayers and needs and wants and UTTER BELIEF by that much of the planet. I've heard it on the grapevine that he's undergoing the divine equivalent to therapy, now that the others are slowly coming back and taking some pressure off of him. Me? I'm sure there will be some cranky, fist-of-an-angry-god style ass-kicking if he manages to recover.
On the other hand, there's also the Hindu pantheon. They seem to have managed a bit better. But they're still in the process of gearing-up, too. Still, why haven't we heard anything about their Scions? I'm betting that there will be some serious shit going down in India pretty soon. Nobody seems to know if that Buddha-dude exists, though. Or what he is. He sounded like a darn-impressive Scion, but no one knows... Of whom.
People will believe in the dumbest shit sometimes. And recently, since the 50s or so, quite a few people have believed in Aliens and Bigfoot and other crypto-zoological thingies. Problem is... We know that a few could've been old critters that have managed to survived until now. Some are probably simply urban-legends (even though you can never be too sure about that, in these times). But a few of them... Damn. Aliens. Are they real? Are they getting power from that belief? Are they Titanspawn? Someone should make sure the mortals keep watching the sky.
Let's talk about the nine. Muses. Spirits of Inspiration. Thanks to them, men have free thought and imagination, the two things most feared by the Titans. They move fast, but in recent weeks, the muse of poetry has gone MIA. The only poetry that has come out is the gore-filled emoetry that shows on livejournal. If you can stand the psuedo-angst, you might be able to find where they're keeping her.
He works on our side. Chronos the titan stands with the gods as the war approaches. How do I know? Well, I failed. I failed to stop a demon from devouring my family and.. woke up in my bed the day before. The next time, I was ready.
Pyramid Power is a viable energy source. Something about tapping into limitless geomantic energy. It also weakens titanspawn. That's why that "quack" on tv was able to kill a Fenris-pup.
There's a private club up on the riverfront where the older and more experienced Scions and Titanspawn have been meeting for years. It is neutral ground, like in those old spy stories from the Cold War. Anyway, they buy each other drinks and let little secrets slip. It's a real neat kinda place to let your hair down and just relax. Deep in one of the back rooms, they talk about turning on both Gods and Titans and taking over the whole crapshoot themselves. Not the safest or sanest place to be, but the Long Island Ice Teas are to die for! Just don't tell Daddy where you spent your Friday night!
There's this buddy of mine... let's call him Pat. Pat used to be a big time Christian. Even when he found out Loki was his daddy, he kept praying to Jesus and all that. Loki seemed to get a big kick out of it. Anyway, about a month ago we were sent on this errand down to an island in South America. Don't ask me where, because I ain't telling, so just listen. When we were down there, we met a titanspawn that called itself the Simurgh. Except that name Pat knew him by. And suddenly the whole "resurrection 3 days later" trick makes a lot more sense.
Hey, you heard? There's a Scion wiki out there on the net, with lists of Titanspawn and their weaknesses, and contact details for Scions across the world. I kid you not someone out there is hosting a user-editable legendary database. Look it up, pup, it might just save your life. Hey, I just hope no Titanspawn agents get wind of it wikivandalism is a pain in the ass.
Back to how the Amatsukami claim that there's a spirit for everything. Let's look at the the ever-growing popularity of manga and anime, specifically certain series, and the adoration the fictional characters have heaped upon them. Could this be one way new pantheons get started? I'm just waiting for the flood of otaku claiming to be Scions of Suzumiya Haruhi....
Want to know why the Titanic really sank? The gods took offence at something with that kind of name being touted as indestructible. That iceberg was no coincidence!
You ever hear of that anime the otakus have been talking about recently? You know, Code Geass? Swear to Re himself, one of my half-brothers said he got a visit by a girl who looked a lot like one of the girls who were on that show, gave him a really nice gift to boot. Didn't say what it was, but I get the feeling that there may be other forces than what's upstairs at work here...
You know what really chills my Jotunblut at night? My dad told me about this Titan of Light; THE Titan of light Ankh...Akh...ah, I forget his name. Anyway, he's supposed to be this big bearded guy, all robed and surrounded by glowing servants with wings; sound familiar? Now, this Scion of Thoth tells me that this guy is crazier than your
average Avatar. He doesn't give a damn about Fatebinding or anything like that so long as he is obeyed without question. So what if, Odin forbid, this guy somehow manages to contact the followers of religions that believe in a big bearded god surrounded by angels? And what if he says the world is full of children of "heathen gods" and that they all need to be purged? Call it a crusade, call it a jihad; whatever.This clown has the biggest army in recorded history just waiting for his orders. Listen to me, it doesn't matter if you're Zeus' baby girl or you sprung from the balls of Thor himself; if I were you, I'd pray that the Egyptians keep this guy in his place. This guy has four billion people waiting to serve him.
Anime man...it's crazy stuff. There's this show based on the Aesir where Loki gets kicked out of Asgard and has to live like a mortal in Japan. Hang on, it gets better. This Loki is a nice little bugger who doesn't want to cause the Ragnarok! On the other hand, The All-Father is a right old bastard who keeps using Heimdall to try and kill Loki; almost evil. My point? I swear on Mjolnir that Loki has been acting downright...pleasant. He's jaunting around, solving mysteries and generally being quite nice. Odin on the other hand...
Ragnarok. Just because it starts with Baldur's death and mostly involves the Aesir doesn't mean that the other pantheons get a free pass. I mean, the world is going to be beseiged by fire giants!!! Do you think Olympus is going to get by unscathed?
What do you get when you cross two Scions? Do the math; Half-ichor/ half-mortal plus half-ichor/half-mortal equals half-ichor/half-mortal. Pureblooded Scions who glean aspects from their parents. These rare unions produce powerful Scions that their grandparents are eager to exploit.
Did you know that the Gods have children with other Gods? And I don't mean Sif and Thor or Zeus and (insert goddess here). I mean Odin and Isis have a child. Freya gave birth to Ganesha's daughter. Even Amatseratu relented to have several children with Apollo and Baldur (The resulting tryst blinded half of Japan). These unions mix legendary ichors into something new and decidedly more potent. Can you imagine the bloodlust coursing through the daughter of Ares and The Morrigan?
Or the perfect mastery of death and rebirth wielded by the son of Persephone and Baron Samedi? Where are these young Gods? Sealed away in human form until their parents' need is greatest.
You think all Titanspawn are hideous beasts? A Scion by Loki says encountered an honest to Zeus Scion of Sutr who looked as human as you or I. He's not a monster either. He thinks, he plans and he fights like a Scion of the Gods. So if the ultimate evolution of a godly Scion is God, then the ultimate stage of a Titanspawn Scion is...
