Awakened

A local collector of ancient curiosities sought out the Canopic Jar to use in Fusion, claiming he had been compelled to do so for reasons he could not explain.

The ritual began as intended until a dominant presence forced its way into the ritual and consumed its course. It spoke in an unknown tongue before vanishing. Those present later decoded the words spoken, which translated simply as "I am Awakened".

Canopic Jars are more than a collector’s piece scattered across black markets, museums and dusty attics. There is a magnetism that draws people to them, as if the jars themselves wish to be found.

Rumoured to possess the ancient spirits of Apes that bartered unsuccessfully with an ancient Mega - they now serve its will between the Otherside and this plane. Collected across many centuries and foreign lands, The Awakened earn their name from their deep desire to escape purgatory.

They have unique customs, histories and motives, but all 328 of them share the memory of their former indenture and their newfound freedom. Go cautiously around them, their reasons for being in Serum City are often older than the City itself and certain powers travelled with them when they crossed planes.

FUSE
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The Story Continues
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Awakened
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In The Dark
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Mechanical Rebirth
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An Unbreakable Bond
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The City's Juggernaut
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Dreams of Destruction
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Mega Discovery
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Sides Are Drawn
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Caleb's Shame
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Darkfang
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Serum Sickness
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Serum City
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Arrival
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Moonlight Flight
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Seeds Of Discontent
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Banished
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Mutant Hounds
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Caleb Consumed
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Project Serum
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Dockland Imports
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Rise Of The Cartel
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Blaksoot's Arrival
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Pressure Cooker
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Mutanthood
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The Great Mutation
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The Boring Years
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This libertine was born on the side of the coin that royalty had its back to, known to frequent the many watering holes of Serum City and share the stalls with its bruisers and barflies. His roots are anything but royal, armed with an extensive armoury of language and overly flamboyant clothing, he has crafted a convincing veneer of regality that grants him an audience in every room, although he tends to prefer those with a fully stocked bar. Whether it’s permanent inebriation or his poetic leanings, everything he delivers is wrapped in allegory and conceits that require footnotes to fully grasp.

Information flows freely in the drinking dens he frequents, and that's the currency he uses to manipulate the Cartel's operations, carving out a kingdom in the gutter. He knows its alleyways better than the rats themselves, and very little moves in this place without The Duke pulling a string, lighting a fire, or whispering in an ear. Though he may be the loudest peacock on the cobbles, the moves he makes to sow others fates are never seen.

Temple of the Megas
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