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Hopefully this diagram is helpful. J is Jax. O is Order. G is Gabby. D is Dio. The mob of Dio's followers are in red.

[Posted on behalf of @Freelaw ]] The irony that it was turmoil personified that became the steady presence rather than Order wasn’t lost on Order. The situation was beyond what she could manage. It was chaos. Her other hand moved to grip her staff as well while the memories of people, driven by...

The story of the Old Gods begins with a ritual to resurrect long-dead gods, but it soon branches down several paths. Since this can be difficult to follow, this thread can serve as a guide. Characters In order of appearance: Calvin Vera Lexi (Artemis) Morpheus Fritz Brennan (Hermes) Jax Tally...

The story branches at this point to: 'The Changing Face of War Turns Towards the Firebugs [Ishtar/Fritz/Brennan/Lexi/Vera]' https://forums.sidequest.ca/threads/the-changing-face-of-war-turns-towards-the-firebugs-ishtar-fritz-brennan-lexi-vera.17/ 'Dreams of the Sleepless [Tally/Morpheus]'...

The story continues in 'The CALvalry has Arrived' https://forums.sidequest.ca/threads/the-calvalry-has-arrived.8/

Music was the culture of a people and like a window into what they valued, the pace at which they moved, and numerous other things. In the moment Calvin competed with Jax for control of the stereo which jumped between Kid Rock and country music. The people who worshiped Calvin seemed to...

Restoring Order “Well…Shit.” Below the surface of the earth, further than humans were ever meant to travel, down where the anvil would take nine days to fall, roamed a particular entity. Order was her name, and order was her purpose. There were infallible truths that were meant to be...

Wounded (and not my pride) They were at the end of Calvin’s driveway before Fritz took a moment to look back. The cloud of molten fertilizer was still blooming behind them, lighting up the otherwise cloyingly humid darkness of the old mining roads near Nashville, though he figured it had just...

Striking a Deal When Creed awoke, the smell of burnt everything lingered in the air. He wasn’t quite sure where he was, but he knew that behind him everything was burning. In front of him, his Stetson lay on the dark forest floor. He tried to stand, but discovered that one of his arms wasn’t...

Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Dog of War When the motorcycle roared outside, Fritz immediately dropped to the floor and crawled over to the window. He pressed himself against the wall and pulled the curtain aside just enough that he could peek outside. “Normally I wouldn’t be too concerned, since...

Changing the Channel It was not wise to make promises one doubted they could keep, but sometimes life required harmless deception. Thus the reason his gentle push was accompanied by a reassuring yet false smile. While procreation with the mortals was common to the point of being expected, no god...

Friends of my Enemies "You flatter me Morpheus, and I don't recall what you speak of. I feel like I have been here for a long time." Artemis couldn't recall much after the blood moon so long ago. Metal carriage? "Tell me about this dream world in which you speak? How do I know that you're not...

I know a place It seemed that the crazy bus didn’t have a destination or an end in sight. Vera thought back to the night she had received her first message from Calvin asking her to investigate. Apparently he’d seen a posting on a forum for PIs, and after doing some digging had decided that she...

“Let’s get moving,” Fritz said as he rounded his ancient Jeep and hopped up inside. Immediately, he paused because his car normally sputtered at least and usually died whenever he touched it. Instead, he quietly listened as the engine practically purred. “That’s unusual,” he muttered under...

Sacrifices Vera was stunned into a stupor when Calvin vanished, and the broken man before her spoke. Without the benefit of forethought she jumped, jaw going slack as the man before her seemed to pull himself together like a rag doll. A pale trembling hand shot to her mouth painting the flesh...