BFE, Mississippi. Midnight.

Marc had been a lot of places over the years, part of the price to walk the road he'd been born to walk. Middle of nowhere Mississippi wasn't one he'd planed on being in the middle of a autumn night in the middle of a downpour.

Of course he reminded himself, when you get an invite from the priestess of Hecate to meet someone here; then the summons through the teeth of Coyote as you wake up with his muzzle wrapped around his throat, you start to get the idea that you WILL be there. On time. And ready to listen.

"Damn.. " He grumbled as his cigarette went out. Again. "Middle of nowhere, a dirt road in the middle of BFE Mississippi..." He muttered as cupped his hand and whispered a word or two of power. Keeping the flame he conjured covered he leaned in and relit the cigarette.

As quick as it ended, the rain stopped. A feel of power washed over the crossroads as his host stepped into the quiet Mississippi night.

"You don't have to do the old carny gags with me. I'm already impressed. First you have the priestess of Hecate, a goddess of the crossroads, 'invite me' here. Then when that doesn't work, you have Kickaha put the invite to me in terms I can't very well blow off. Did he really trade my debt to you?"

"Indeed he did...the trickster bet on the roll of a die. Right here in this place in fact. We have business Marc Tanner, you and I. Walk with me." The 'man' at the crossroads was something out of the old south, a black man in a white suit leaning on a cane. His head covered in an old straw hat, but Marc knew true power when he saw it. "You are the Fool, the changer of ways and the unraveller of plots and deeds. Something has been taken from me, and I fear the consequences of it's taking. Come and I shall show you."

The Magus nodded and stepped with the old man..elsewhere.

The Rockabilly Bar, Charlotte NC; Twenty minutes later

Marc Tanner staggered in, wet and looking very bedraggled. He slammed a hundred on the table and looked squarely at the bartender. "Maker's Mark, straight up. Keep them coming till I fall down, or the bill is used up. When THAT happens, tell me and there is another one waiting to join it." He said as he took the first glass and finished it in a single swallow. He slammed the glass down and thought furiously about the task at hand.

He couldn't do it. That much was sure, the target would see him coming miles away. "One of the perks of being on the Serendipity Road." He grumpled as he pulled out another cigarette out and searched his jacket for his cards.

A quick spread of cards as he chain smoked and drank as he ran the whole sequence. "Heroes.. " He muttered as he started seeing who he would need to get involved. A grin started to form as he sipped the latest tumbler of Maker's Mark.



I gotta keep movin
Blues fallin down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin me
theres a hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my trail