Summer one tales: Scar and others

Setting: After event. Alex brings in a large square unique looking table to sit at with a laptop and starts to work. After a time he looks up. "It is ready." Music begins with the intro to "Highway to Hell." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l482T0yNkeo The music fades as images rise up from the table. Alex steps forward with a smile with a remote in hand. "Good evening all. I'm Alex Knight, Cliath of the Glasswalkers, Galliard. Duty of auspice calls for the sharing of information and actions of individuals to be noted among the Nation." The End of the World Alex points the remote as an urban landscape of decay end of the world scene of a city being reclaimed by nature rises up. "Welcome to our first destination in the umbra. A land of reflection of post end of the world life after humanity. It is here we began our journey to seek out the Totem of Cockroach. The group began to search the area those with wolf senses tracking while the two ratkin of Missy and Nekage start to poke among the garbage. Eventually our searching turns up a cockroach quickly skittering across the street to an abandon shop diving into a hole next to blue prints for a mechanical bird. We find ourselves having little time to explore the area for suddenly we find the floor boards dissolving as cockroaches emerge of various sizes from tiny to the size of a Volkswagen car. The group tries to give quick explanations for why we are here while I dart forward, snatching up the blue prints for the mechanical bird fearing we may lose a clue. We are met with hundreds of voices telling us "They are not here, try going out the back way." Considering we find ourselves with no other option, we move for the back way. " The Warehouse Images fade as new ones appear. We find ourselves emerging into a bleak environment of a city streets piled with trash. Behind us now stands a massive warehouse instead of the storefront. Above us grey sky and light drizzle of acid rain falls. A shadow sweeps over from above as a massive manta ray like spirit soars over with one word etched upon it's fins. "Work." Suddenly a search light casts down from it as it veers diving down into one of the nearby streets, a scream echoes out that is quickly silenced as the spirit rises up once more heading in our direction. We quickly turn to enter the warehouse to hide finding ourselves faced with a scene depicting the very hell of Greed and uniformity of slave work labor. Emotions of discomfort and unease wash over us as Owen mutters. "Machinery." We find ourselves passing above rows of conveyor belts, work stations, and desks. It is unclear what they are doing yet the sheer despair is clearly seen when one moves just far enough as his chain will allow. The bleakness oppressive as no supervisors overlook the area as all are focused upon their work. They don't even acknowledge the moment when the drone appears from a sky light to drop the bleeding person down, the chain snapping about his broken leg once more. A shudder washes over us as we decide now is a good time to exit stage left. As we search ideas start to rise of where we ended up. Nekage the first to speak asking if the rest of us feel we have slipped into another realm. "The way back seems to be the way through another realm. A realm of the Weaver. A dark Capitalism." Inherits the Debt and Sadie agree that anything is possible considering this is the realm of Cockroach. Nekage speaks. "The back way seems to be a way through another realm... a realm of the weaver. A dark capitalism." Sadie considers speaking her thoughts "I'm gonna guess that cockroach has been influenced by the static weave" her words cut off as her voice rises in fear. "Owen!!" We whip around only to hear his cry of agony, his only warning coming from one of the workers reaching out and grabbing Owen by the arm "Watch Out" it says in a calm voice and points to one of the machines. As the worker speaks it begin to shift. Our eyes are met with horror as Owen jumps in the way the workings unknown to the group preparing for a surprise attack. Owen moves to defend the group, only to feel the machine lash out, grabbing him around the chest. The sounds of flesh and armor tearing as he lets out a scream. As he pulls away his cloths are torn and his chest is covered in deep cuts and puncher wounds. Blood seeps out from around what is left of the black Hex patterns that are fused with his skin. Sadie, Missy, and myself hurry to his side as Sadie's hands cover the worst of the wounds while I drop down next to him attempting to heal. A look of resolute passes between Owen and Sadie as Owen steels himself against the pain. "Save your gnosis Alex, I will heal." Sadie nods helping Owen to his feet. Inherits the Debt watches with unease as realization dawns. "We are no longer in Cockroaches realm." A hush falls over the us as the Glasswalkers consider those words drawing upon knowledge of stories passed among the tribe. Tales of the Boogeyman umbral realms that snatch individuals away into the night, among them Scar. Those of the tribe look between each other, the dread clear upon their expressions for we know Scar represents the evils of the Weaver and Wyrm working in tandem. The very depth of excess and waste of Industrial revolutions from the dawn of it's creation. Around us packing crates filled with food in a world where people are starving, but it has sat so long that the food has rotted. That is Scar. Owen looks over the group motioning as he take the lead. "We move forward." The Escape We continue on our way only to find the light around us fading, the darkness becoming an entity unto itself as the singular pale gas lamp flame lighting the area snuffs out leaving us in complete darkness. "Shit we've been found," utters Inherit the Debt. "Oh! we are fools. We were not listening. Cockroach is not in Cockroach's real any longer, speaks Nekage." Missy's voice rises up. "I do have the Gift of spirit skin if one of us needs to appear as a spirit for cover?" Sadie flexes her hands with a wince freezing in place as somebody shouts. "Get back to work!", as we feel a crack of pain in our backs. Owen's voice rises in the darkness with a commanding tone, "Take them down before they alert others." "The Fight" Follow up Suggestions for the Sept to enact