Part I – Departure from Alexandria. Monday May 28th, 2057. 8:58 PM
The Sunspear tower loomed over Alexandria’s coastline, its glass skin reflecting a restless, dim-lit sky. Mansour Holdings corporate accommodations before the Storm. Below, three Clausius buses idled, engines humming like restrained beasts.
Inside the lobby,
the storm-touched gathered—some flickering at the edges, others wrapped in
scarves to conceal altered skin.
Hassan el-Shafik
stood with one hand pressed to the marble wall. “It remembers the storm,” he
murmured. “It hasn’t settled.”
Lina Farouk
scribbled rapidly. “The shadows are wrong here. They’re… pulling. That didn’t
happen yesterday.”
A man in his 40s, Youssef Darzi—his fingers subtly
branching like coral—shifted nervously he closed out his notification and put
his smartphone in his front pocket. “They’re saying the Rana, ‘the Arbiter’
changed international borders overnight. Armies are mobilizing all over. What
happens if we’re stopped?” Youssef looked to Hassan.
“Mr. Mansour has
planned for this,” Hassan said softly. Then reverently added, “The Pharaoh does
not move blindly.”
Near the door, Nadim Rafiq, a boy of twelve whose breath
condensed into visible spirals, whispered, “What if the road changes too?”
The possibility hung
ominously in the air, no one answered.
A handler with a
gasmask opened the bus doors, he had a thick Egyptian accent, “Board now. No
delays.”
As they all stepped
into the night, Lina glanced back up at Sunspear. For a moment, she thought she
saw the building’s shadow detach—and reach for her. She shivered.
Part II — The
Long Road South
The convoy pushed
south, leaving Alexandria behind as the
Nile corridor stretched into darkness.
Inside the Clausius bus the air felt unstable, nobody slept.
Dim aisle
lights flickered over frightened faces as the convoy rolled south through the
black desert highways beyond Alexandria. Rainless lightning flashed far out
over the dunes, illuminating distant buildings, telecom towers and abandoned
checkpoints.
Lina Farouk
sat near the center aisle, notebook open on her knees. Across from her, Hassan
el-Shafik kept one hand against the vibrating bus wall, listening to echoes no
one else could hear. Midnight felt like hours ago.
Nadim pressed his
face to the glass. His breath froze into crystalline patterns. “The sky keeps…
blinking,” he said.
“It’s not the sky,”
Lina replied pointing to the shadows. “It’s us.”
Across the aisle, Samira Khoury, a former nurse whose veins
emitted faint gold light, leaned forward. Her eyes also pulsed with that same
gold light. “I heard Luxor is sealed. Military checkpoints, media blackout, private
security—no one in or out without clearance.”
“And we have
clearance,” Youssef said quickly, his smartphone back in his hand. “Mansour
Holdings has interest in half the infrastructure between here and Luxor.”
“That may not be
enough,” Samira countered. “Not after the Arbiter Event.”
Hassan closed his
eyes, gripping his seat. “This road has been used before,” he whispered. “But
not like this. Something is overlapping.” Hassan looked up at the sky.
The driver’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Remain seated. Do not look directly at anomalies.”
Lina looked anyway.
For a split second, she saw figures walking alongside the bus—perfectly aligned with them, but seconds out of sync. Then they were gone replaced by a large Helios Logistics truck in the right highway lane.
Ahead, brake
lights suddenly ignited red. The convoy slowed.
A security checkpoint emerged from the darkness—concrete barriers, armored vehicles, and a towering telemetry arch humming with blue-white energy.
Samira Khoury
stiffened. “They’re scanning for Storm exposure.”
“It
identifies resonance signatures,” Lina corrected quietly. “Biological,
magical, energetic—”
“It
identifies people like us,” Samira snapped.
“Everyone
stay calm,” Hassan told everyone.
A man dressed
as an armed Egyptian security forces moved between vehicles outside while
drones hovered overhead. One guard lifted a loudspeaker.
“All
passengers remain still during inspection.” The voice came out modulated, unnatural.
Nadim Rafiq’s
freezing breath curled visibly and somehow nervously in the cold cabin air. “They’ll
take us away.”
Then the
world outside the busses exploded in a dazzle of light and frightening sound.
A thunderous
blast tore through the checkpoint entrance. Fire engulfed a security tower as
black armored trucks smashed through barricades. Black Hyena symbols could be
clearly seen on their banners and armaments. Figures in angular combat armor
poured out carrying advanced rifles pulsing with pale green circuitry.
These were the Howlers – a much feared tech-based mercenary clan from Rwanda touting heavy weaponry.
Gunfire
shredded the night. To Nadim it sound like something from a Star Wars battle.
Drones buzzed as they spiraled from the sky burning. Nadim noticed the logistics truck taking heavy damage.
“DOWN!”
screamed the driver.
All three buses lurched
forward suddenly and swerved violently as bullets cracked against reinforced
windows. One unfortunate escort vehicle erupted into flame beside them.
Near the rear
seats, a quiet woman in her thirties stood trembling—Mariam Voss, formerly a
children’s stage magician from Cyprus. Since the Storm, her illusions no longer
required projectors or mirrors. She was the one who successfully hid them in
the warehouse until the Pharaoh found them.
“I can hide
us,” she whispered.
“Do it!”
Hassan said immediately, his eyes intense.
Mariam raised
shaking hands, her brows furrowed.
Outside, the
convoy suddenly fractured into six identical copies speeding in different
directions across the desert highway and adjacent intersections. The Howlers targeting
systems hesitated instantly, unable to distinguish real vehicles from Mariam’s phantom
duplicates.
Activating coms, “Go! GO!” the
driver yelled at the other busses.
The true
convoy speeded off-road into darkness while explosions consumed the false
images behind them.
Mariam
collapsed into her seat, nose bleeding heavily.
But the buses
kept pushing south toward Luxor.
Part III – The Veil.
By the time they
reached the outskirts of Luxor, dawn bled
across the الرمال. The bullet riddled buses turned off the main road toward a
walled complex that seemed half-buried, half-hidden—a place that did not wish to be
seen.
Massive doors opened
without a sound.
As they disembarked,
the air felt… stable, a contrast to Alexandria.
A man stood waiting. Lucian. Tall, composed, dressed in dark linen that didn’t move with the wind. His eyes tracked each of them with unsettling precision.
“Welcome,” he said in a calm even voice.
“You’ve survived the most uncertain part of your journey.” Lucain extended his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.
Youssef stepped timidly
forward. “Are we safe here?”
Lucian tilted his
head slightly. “As safe as anywhere under RA's light, except here you’ll be cared for and accepted.
You’ll be safe to explore your new abilities.”
Hassan approached,
hand brushing a nearby stone pillar. He inhaled slowly. “This place… is on
ancient land. It speaks but I don’t understand.”
Lucian’s gaze
sharpened. “This is consecrated ground. With time you may find clarity,” then Lucian looked upon all the arrivals.
“May you all find clarity and sanctuary!”
Lina looked down and
for the first time since the storm— she cast a shadow. It trembled briefly-
like a glitch but it was there.
Lucian noticed.
“Sanctuary,” he added cryptically, “comes at a cost. You’ll each discover yours soon enough.”
Behind them, the
Veil’s doors closed, sealing out the shifting world beyond for now.
"Come my new friends and I'll show you around."
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| Pic credit Russ |
Returning 'named' NPCs
1. Hassan el-Shafik — The Stone Listener
Age: 63 Former Job: Museum night guard for Mansour Holdings.
Storm Effect: Psychometry through structures
2. Lina Farouk — The Girl Who Doesn’t Cast a Shadow
Age: 19 Former Job: Architecture student
Storm Effect: Light displacement / dimensional bleed
3. Mariam “Mari” Okoye — The Static Child
Age: 8 Origin: Nairobi
Storm Effect: Emotional EM surges, electromagnetic field manipulation
New NPCS some previous now with names.
4. Youssef Darzi — The Coral Man
Age: 41 Former Job: Commercial Port Logistics Supervisor
Storm Effect: Adaptive Mineral Growth, Environmental Adaptation
5. Nadim Rafiq - Winters Breath
Age: 12 Former Job: Elementary Honors Student
Storm Effect: Cold Control, Heightened Senses
6. Samira Khoury - Golden Eye
Age: 32 Former Job: ER Nurse
Storm Effect: Minor Healing, Light Control
7. Mariam Voss - Lady Cyprus
Age: 38 Former Job: Children Stage Entertainer
Storm Effect: Powerful Illusions, Unpredictable Precognition
The Others from Session 3 - Those Who Have Nowhere Else (Now with names.)
8. Selim Veyron — The Flicker Sleeper
Age: 27 Former Job: Hotel Maintenance Technician
Storm Effect: Involuntary Phasing During Sleep
9. Darius Vale — The Shadow Twin
Age: 34 Former Job: Crime Scene Photographer
Storm Effect: Autonomous Shadow Manifestation
10. Imani Khepri — The Gravity Leaner
Age: 22 Former Job: Ballet Student
Storm Effect: Localized Gravitational Distortion
11. Orrin Besk — The Glass Skin
Age: 46 Former Job: Geological Surveyor
Storm Effect: Crystalline Dermal Growths. Patches of translucent, crystal-like skin that glow faintly when near relics or ley-line activity.
12. Talia Mourad — The Whisper Carrier
Age: 31 Former Job: Museum Archivist
Storm Effect: Residual Voice Reception. Hears distant voices when touching old stone or metal. Doesn’t know if they’re ghosts, memories, or radio signals from nowhere.
13. Cassian Ro — The Echo Walker
Age: 19 Former Job: Bicycle Courier
Storm Effect: Temporal Motion Afterimages
14. Zafir al-Haddad — The Warm-Blood
Age: 52 Former Job: Steel Foundry Foreman
Storm Effect: Extreme Internal Heat Generation
15. Leona Sayegh — The Still Point
Age: 29 Former Job: Veterinary Assistant
Storm Effect: Biological Calm Field
16. Rami Orlov — The Time Skipper
Age: 24 Former Job: Train Dispatcher
Storm Effect: Short-Range Temporal Displacement
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