<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Morgan</span></span><br/><br/>Since Claiomh Solais lacked power in the night, Morgan had to use a normal gun, something that didn't make him comfortable. Nevertheless, he advanced behind Icarus, accepting his necessarily exposed position. As an urban person, the young man was unused to the mountains, unused to the sounds of the leaves, the sounds of the wind, and, of course, the sounds of various animals. And, of course, he didn't like the fact that this place was in<span style="font-style: italic">Afghanistan</span>, where there was an active insurgency. But, one had to make the best of it, one supposed.<br/><br/>Besides, if there was any real danger, Icarus would have detected it. The man was creepy, but he was good at this business, and Morgan respected that. He'd learned to respect every member of the group he was in, during his time with them.<br/><br/>Turns out, the Secret Order was merely decimated, not dead, and the survivors of the organization still had ample resources, enough to organize an investigatory expedition. And, Morgan, due to being the Lady of the Lake's Chosen, had a special place, a place where he can pursue his own private quest: to find Avalon (he already tried Glastonbury). But, now, however, giving justice to all those sacrificed kids was more important.<br/><br/>It had shocked the man to discover that the Cult was planning to kill a large quantity of children, but, that's what the boy had said, and the evidence that he brought, a graphic but incomplete account of his sufferings, was enough to convince Morgan's group, especially as it was confirmed by the ancillary evidence they had acquired, as well as their own records of the Cult's activities; they had done things quite comparable.<br/><br/>Coming from a privileged background, Morgan was shocked that children would be thought of so cheaply, but, in essence, children were a cheap resource. There were millions of them in both the First and Third Worlds, and many of them lived without decent food, decent housing, decent...everything, including parents. Thus, they were the prey, not just for 'normal' criminals, but for the Cult they were fighting.<br/><br/>However, said Cult apparently had need for people from a privileged background, since they had kidnapped Ascot and Leonid, two people who were fairly well-off, had a protective circle of friends, family, and faculty, clear legal documentation of their existence, and other things that should have protected them from being pulled into this underground world of crime and magic.<br/><br/>The man's thoughts were pulled away by the sight of the temple, a stone structure that was a testament to earlier kingdoms and their desire for immortality. It was pyramidial, recalling temples all over the world, which wasn't strange to Morgan, because the pyramid was essentially rocks piled up on top of the other; a simple shape. The side mounds were new, though, marking the temple as a deviant form from structures of this type. This would have made it a magnet for archaeologists, but, somehow, they weren't there; other finds were more alluring.<br/><br/>Then, Morgan noticed the bodies. Most of them were human, but some were of magical creatures, some that existed on this world, and others that was was sure<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>. Heck, he can even recognize a few bodies of<span style="font-style: italic">Pokemon</span>lying in the dirt, but he didn't dare tell anyone.<br/><br/>He picked up the bodies of a<a class="postlink" href="http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Oshawott_(Pok%C3%A9mon)">Oshawott</a>and a Pikachu lying in the dirt; he had to tell Ascot this; being a young boy, albeit a genius, he was less skeptical of things than the adults would be.<br/><br/>Then, he thought he saw Icarus beckon to something (or it might have been his imagination), and he saw their first survivor. Said survivor was clad in anachronistic garments, ones that fitted a videogame (irony!) than a normal person. He was Cacausian, with brown hair and green eyes, and had a mark on his left hand, as well as a mysterious bag. In form, the man was unassuming, but Morgan knew better than to act foolhardy and believe his first impressions. The Journeyman put away his gun for the moment, but placed his hand on the keychain containing Clarent (and Claiomh Solais, which wasn't working), and went over to the man, who was out cold.