The world is a strange place. Everyone knows that, and jokes about it. Most don't know just how strange a place it is, with the things that lurk just past the corner of the eye, and in the cracks in reality. Not everyone knows the things you do, and probably few could handle knowing the truth of the world. There are times you likely feel that ignorance might have been bliss after all, but for the children of the Gods, ignorance is a luxury you can't afford, and the horrible thing that would eventualy show up to bite your face off wouldn't care that you didn't think it should exist.<br/><br/>Fate, for whatever reason, tends to pull the children of the Gods together, to put them into a place where they can form sacred bands, like the heros of old. Whether they choose to do so or not, their own legends can build by their deeds, and even the great heros of yore had to start their journeys somewhere.<br/><br/>Each of you have received a message ... it might have come through a dream, a visit from a guide, or even a simple email ... asking for your presence at Lafitte's Blacksmith Bar, New Orleans.<br/><br/>Overhead, the moon is full, but the fog rolling along the streets lends a certain etherial quality to the whole situation. Tourists are few and far between tonight, the lights of the bar dance just ahead, and the strains of jazz floating in the air, growing louder as you approach.