Kingbeast's Lair

[ Author’s Note: This is the log for the 9th session. Instead of posting your standard log of everything that happened during the session I will post “Then” and “Now” sections that summarize the story. The players will need to recall the details as to how it unfolded. This means that the players will be responsible for remembering any loose ends that may come back to haunt them in a later Episode. ]

Then

Juarez Grounds, University Of New Orleans, New Orleans, USA – August 10th, 1973 – The summer breeze caressed Yordani and Francisco’s skins with a warm embrace. After playing in the moist August afternoon sun the boys sat in the shade of the garden gazebo to rest. Inside they could hear their Mother yelling at their Father in her latest drug induced state. Speaking softly Francisco pulls out a lucha libre trading card for his favorite wrestler, El Tigre, and addresses his Brother, “Yord…I wish El Tigre were here. He would show ALL Mother’s that is not right to be so mean to their families.” Yordani looked at his Brother with a solemn gaze then with a smile says, “Don’t worry Francisco…I’ll protect you…El Tigre isn’t going to visit New Orleans anytime soon…”

Now

Dr Stone’s Office, University Of New Orleans, New Orleans, USA – June 29th, 2015 – Dr Stone breathes a sigh of release as his office hours are almost over. Looking out of his office window he notes that a light rain has started falling. With a knock he turns to face his office door. To Dr Stone’s surprise he sees the large voodoo mambo Madame Astryd Trudeau standing in the portal with one hand on her curvaceous hip, “May I come in cheri?” Dr Stone stands and asks her to please take a seat. After closing the door and taking a seat she continues, “I’m sorry that this is not a simple social call. The loa of Baron Semedi is restless. I have been communicating with the Baron for many years but I have never seen him this agitated. Now…I have reason to believe that you and your amies are somehow involved.” Holding up her hands and looking away she continues, “I’m not sure what happened…but I’m darned sure that I do NOT want to know the details.” After a short pause the rotund woman shifts her weight and looks into the eyes of the young Dr of Occult Studies with a stern stare, “I have sensed that your ti bon ange is strong…strong is what is needed to face what will be coming. Please try and…how shall I put this cheri…get your house in order.” With that she stands, straightens her skirt, and leaves the office.