Homeward Bound

Being stuck in Barbados, miles from home with no useful mortal form of transport open to us isn’t the best place to be, but we’re near enough to Banda’s stomping grounds that we shuld be able to call in a favour to get us back. Apparently we’ve missed quite a bit in the two days we were in the Sea Monster Dimension.

December’s told us that when all the vampires exploded in the middle of their mass terrorist attack / assassination attempt on the Royal Family, Raguel Squad stepped in to claim the credit and they’ve been fully believed (Prof and Cap are waaaaaaaaaay beyond spitting feathers at this point. I fact Cap would’ve reached down the phone to strangle Templar when she phoned him up to ask about her family who were in ‘protective custody’)

As such their CO Nicholas StSteven has been installed as the new PM (given the last one was assassinated. Again.) and Templar has rather seized control of the JCTTF Initiative. December’s worried he might try and clip Valhalla Squad’s wings, given we’re more likely to side with the Queen than the very Christian PM and his Abrahamic squad. We need to get back quick and make sure our reports are in tip-top condition. The one potential loophole we can use if Templar does start throwing his weight around as the guy running JCTTF is that the Hellstorm Club is an independent unit under the command of yours truly, so at the moment, I don’t THINK he can stop me operating / recruiting under its auspices.

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Oh, and there’s an ‘Army of Salvation’ thinking about rising up to kick out the ‘pagan gods’ that bring destruction. Can’t see that going well for us either.

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We had a small bit of luck – Le Grande had a ‘horse’ in the very bar we were in and was able to arrange transport / opening a portal into an Underworld to get us home. We’d need some help from Mr November to act as guide / open the door at the other end, but Osric Wednesday phoned up to let us know that yes, things were definitely going wrong in London and was able to organise it.

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The trip through the Underworlds is one I’d happily not make again. Step one was through Ghede, the Loa Underworld, where November met us for the passage through Tartarus. That bit was certainly interesting, rowing silently up the river Acheron isn’t exactly something I thought I would be doing when I studied Classics at school, but we managed to get through to Avalon without attracting any notice.

Then Cap remembered to point out that she’d attracted the attention of the Guardian of Avalon once or twice. November was not best pleased, so a 100mph sprint ensued as we hustled to the exit.

The final sprint out of Avalon was almost a blind panic. Even as we ran I could sense something large, horned and fire-breathing chasing us the whole way. Fortunately we made it without any major hiccups and emerged at the bottom of the River Avon. Mikey and Prof were rather violently ill from the rather nauseating sensation caused, I assume, from sprinting through a load of Underworlds, but the rest of us managed to keep it in check and sprint our way back to base.

While Mikey, Prof and Asha went to deal with other matters, Cap and I went for a debrief with December.

Homeward Bound

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