Corporeal Forces: 4 Strength: 10 Agility: 6

Ethereal Forces: 1 Intelligence: 3 Precision: 1

Celestial Forces: 2 Will: 5 Perception: 3

Vessel: giant ant/3

Skills: Area Knowledge/3 (bowels of NYC sewers / subway system), Fighting/2, Large Weapon/2 (bat), Move Silently/2, Ranged Weapon/2 (rifle), Survival/1 (underground), Tactics/1

Songs: Healing (Corporeal/1), Numinous Corpus (ant-man)/2, Shadows (Corporeal/3), Shields (Corporeal/1), Succor (Corporeal/1), Tongues (Ethereal/1)

You think that you have problems? Hah!

Them would all gladly change places with you in a New York minute (and, thanks to recent events, they've got lots and lots of New York minutes to spare). It's not like any of Them asked to be sucked out of their maybe precarious, but fairly isolated niche in the Far Marches for some idiotic War between a bunch of trigger happy, jumped up godlets, right? No, but when a big ravenous anteater from some pantheon that died off centuries ago stops by and told Them that they had to serve one of these godlets called Nybbas, Them had no real choice. Some of Them thought that they did, but the sight of several Them disappearing down the gullet of said stoolie anteater persuaded Them otherwise. It got worse from there.

You could tell that these guys from Hell thought that all of Them were dumb. True, the average Them may not be the brightest bulb in the package, but they're smart enough to listen to Him. Him is real bright. Him is so bright that he doesn’t let anyone else know how bright he is. Well, except for all the Them, of course: Him has to trust somebody. Anyway, when it came time for Them to go attack somebody named Blandine, Him made sure that he and Them were in a good position to run.

Said good position involved running over that bastard anteater, but that was just a bonus.

So, Them were running through this Vale, and Him spotted something called a Tether. He told Them to go through it, all of Them did, and the next thing they knew, they were underground in some kind of weird set of tunnels and abandoned caves, or something. Actually not too bad a deal, except that all of Them kept getting chased by these scummy demons. It took forever to get away, and some of Them didn't. Now Them (still led by Him) are stuck hiding out, deep underground, trying to figure out how to get off this miserable plane and go back to somewhere quiet.

Him has a plan or two about that, actually. Being the bright one, he always had an idea about how Them got formed in the first place, and he noticed that there were some of these humans wandering around in the levels above. He sent some Them to go grab a couple, and explained the score. These humans were about as bright as Them, so explaining that Him and his buddies were actually gods (hey, just because those angels and demons don't want to admit it…) wasn't too hard. Him went on to explain (he's really good at this sort of thing) that they were good gods, gods who cared, gods who weren't big on Smiting or anything. All they wanted was worship, and in exchange, their followers would get some decent food and medical treatment for a change. Good thing Him had learned all those Songs, a while back: teaching Them wasn't too hard, either (he only had to do it once, for some reason).

The humans were skeptical … until they got some of the food. Then it was "O great Them, without whom we are as naught." They brought their buddies, too. Pretty soon, all of Them were raking in the Essence. Actually, the humans turned out to be pretty OK, too, once they were getting regular meals and all. Having hands all the time can be useful, and they seemed really happy that somebody actually cared. Him has even managed to teach a special human or two some Songs that they'll need, once their gods go bye-bye.

For, you see, all of Them still want out. By now, scouting has determined where this Tether thing is, and Him is pretty sure that, with enough Essence, he and Them can bust through and make it to the Marches again. Unfortunately, that's just the first step, and it's a big one, so Him is always willing to entertain another option. Something has to be done, soon. It's not just the fact that these demon buggers are still sort of looking for Them. That's not the worst problem.

No, the worst problem is the alligators: the goddamned albino sewer alligators.

They're up to their mandibles in the critters.