<strong>Sunset Club Sunday Morning</strong><br/><br/>Mary regained her poise quickly and settled into her chair near Carrie.  She pulled a bottle of water out of her carryall - checking the label and seal to double check she wasn't about to imbibe the stuff she hadoped for carrie.  that would have made for a short briefing.<br/><br/>"Okay, here goes.."  She began after a pull from the bottle.  She told a tale of blood and darkness in the Western Desert of Iraq, a night of hell and slaughter two years past.  her arrival on a field of carnage, torn bodies of soldiers, some men with hale bodies and shattered minds, and a, a thing, dead under the many starred sky.  Shell casings everywhere, bayonets and combat knives dripping with an ichor that was in no way blood.  And a name.  Balariel, an old whispered name.<br/><br/>"It got worse as I went into the temple, I suppose it was.  But prison was more accurate, i think.  Balariel was encased in granite, not sandstone.  And I mean encased, the insurgents had to blast through living rock, there were no doorways or plugs.  Best guess is they wanted to tame it for use against US Forces.  Or maybe, hell, maybe the thing was controlling them, directing them to free it.  The Ranger's got there just before it broke free, and dozens of them got killed taking it down."<br/><br/>Nash wasn't quite with them at this point, her eyes were locked on something a thousand yards away.  "Carrie and her dad think Balariels re-awakening is connected witth he troubles here.  Maybe elsewhere, too.  I've gotten a reliable that some dinosaur bones, big ones, are missing from the Natural History museum.  If these things can really meld around them, enhance and animate them, that sounds like big trouble indeed."