<div align="center"><strong><em>Two weeks ago...</em></strong></div><br/>The Wyrd looked at the infinite web of Fate created by countless threads. Each of them representing one life, or one bond, or one event, or one item, or one creature, or one moment, or one... No one could possibly understand the workings of the Fate fully, not even Gods, Titans or Agents of Fate itself. It was true that some were had achieved some degree of Fate analysis and even Fate manipulation, but no one could truly comprehend the Fate in its entirety, nor to control it to do its bidding... at least not without being subjected to its will afterwards. The gods who dealt with Fate, who tried to shape Fate of theirs or others, who tried to escape their Fate, were always severely punished. And yet, some were still willing to risk everything in order to accomplish their goals. There was nothing better at making sure certain events did come to being than Fate.<br/><br/>But Fate had its price.<br/><br/>The Wyrd got to work. The shapeless shadow of the Fate looked at the world, with its eyes fully open, searching for the one thread it wanted to find. Searching and searching and searching. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours as the Wyrd browsed through the threads, touched them one by one to ensure that it found the one and only one it needed to influence that one small detail and resolve the future satisfactorily -- to its own purposes, of course. When it finally found the one silver thread it had set its mind on, it grabbed it with all its metaphysical might. It pulled it with incredible force but the thread did not snap. The more strength the Wyrd put into it, the more difficult it was to move that one thread even by an inch.<br/><br/>Failure was not an option.<br/><br/>The Wyrd sang a song from long-forgotten times. Two new avatars of the Fate stepped out of its form. The three grabbed the thread one more time. This approach was certainly  -- and certainly more likely to prove dangerous. The connection moved and bent, but by doing so, a number of different threads running around that one was disturbed. The Wyrds finally got what they wanted -- the silver thread twisted as the three desired. But in doing so, the other threads twisted as well, latching themselves on the silver one, as if to support it.<br/><br/>This would have to do. Their time was up. The Fate had recalled them.<br/><br/>A moment later they were gone. The havoc they sowed on the Fate's web remained. The silver thread snapped in half, but the eight surrounding threads seemed to bind it together from being severed completely.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>Now...</em></strong></div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/57/LA_Skyline_Mountains2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Los Angeles. The second largest city in the United States, after New York City. Known mostly for its mediterranean climate, ethnic diversity, sprawling metropolis, and as a major center of the American entertainment industry. It was also often called a City of Angels. Not many, however, knew that it was also a hub of the supernatural where many Scions started and finished their legendary stories. A place where gods walked the Earth -- be it in disguise or sometimes more boldly so -- and often took lovers. After all, the city had everything. It was a center of entertainment, culture, media, fashion, science, sports, technology, education, medicine and research. Any god could feel at home, no matter whether they presided over love and carnal desires or bloody sacrifices and violent deaths. There was place for all of them. This was perhaps the reason why the Fate so loved Los Angeles. Immortals were drawn to the place like moths to flame, to the ever-going carousel of mortal lives, fears and desires which collectively created the web of Fate.<br/><br/>And as Fate would have it, the heroes of one of the Fate's future stories were all in LA. It had brought them together. Or it will. Time was insignificant.<br/><br/><em>[Please describe whatever you want in your first post as long as it's in Los Angeles. Describe why your character is there. Be creative. Do they live there and are just on the way to their mundane work? Have they traveled here in search of clues how to solve a mystery concerning their past? Or maybe they're in grave danger of being attacked by some kind of titanspawn? It can be anything you want as long as it makes sense. You know your characters best. It's time to tell me more about them, their motivations, their life, their behaviour. The next posts will be more concrete, less metaphysical, I promise.]</em>