The air was thick with anticipation as the Dire Oracle, a sleek mechanical bird with razor-sharp wings and glowing crimson eyes, soared over the sprawling cityscape of Gotham. Its wings hummed with arcane energy, the faint sound of gears and cogs whispering as it glided through the air. Below, the city of Gotham sprawled in a chaotic tapestry of towers and shadowy alleys, where danger lurked in every corner.
The Oracle circled the skyline once before descending swiftly toward the hidden headquarters of the “Guardian Angels,” an elite team of vigilantes sworn to protect Gotham from its endless onslaught of corruption and madness. The bird’s descent ended at a forgotten temple, its steeple cracked and worn, blending seamlessly with the decaying architecture of Gotham’s underbelly.

Inside the sanctuary, the Angels were gathered.
There was Victor “Ironclad” Kane, the team’s heavy-hitter, his clockwork arms whirring as he polished his arsenal of weapons.
Lila “Shadowveil” Morgan, the stealth operative, leaned against a stained-glass window, her face partially obscured by a hood.
Beside her sat Elijah “Cipher” Reyes, the mentat, his fingers dancing across a map of the city’s grid, tracking movements in his mind.
The Dire Oracle perched on a stone altar, its eyes glowing brighter as it relayed Lady Mechanica’s chilling message in her metallic, melodic voice:
“Chaos is coming to Gotham. Be prepared to take action.”
Victor frowned, his mechanical hand clenching into a fist. “Lady Mechanica doesn’t send warnings lightly. If she’s seen chaos, then we’ve got a storm brewing.”
Shadowveil’s voice was calm but edged with concern. “We need to identify the source of this chaos. Cipher, can you cross-reference recent disturbances?”
Cipher nodded, his mind visualising display spikes of activity across Gotham. “There’s a pattern here. Strange disappearances near Arkham, explosions in the clockwork district, and sightings of strange creatures. Could be connected.”
Victor glanced at Shadowveil and Cipher, his expression grim. “This smells like the work of the Lugh brotherhood. They’ve been quiet too long.”
Shadowveil adjusted her hood. “Then we don’t have much time. We need to find out what they’re planning and stop it.”
Suddenly, the Oracle’s eyes flickered again, and it spoke a single, cryptic phrase:
“Beware the hands that guide the storm. Time is your enemy.”
The team exchanged glances, the weight of the warning settling in the air. Outside, thunder rolled, as if punctuating the Oracle’s ominous words.
To be continued…
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After Haven fell to the Men in Gray, diaspora began…
Continuing their journey, they heard the pursuit of the Hoods nearby…

CRASH!
They continued their research with visiting a
The Lady showed the way…
After a hectic combat the guardian was defeated, now the adventurers were free to return to Middle Earth!

After the passing of the parade, the vigilantes went to the streets..
Investigating the temple, looking at the four
Looking at the amber eyes, one of the kids tried to steal one..
The caretaker of the place provided them the clue to speak with
Meeting the Elder of the 



The vigilantes escaped with their lives while the explosion went off…


…some rumours about Gotham Below..:
…
Suddenly ‘something’ crashed on top of the tree!
Following its trail, passing an old woman sitting at a street corner..
Asking her for information, receiving some small blessings and a gift…
Fleeing the fire, going to the market, where a squad of Mannikins with pointy hats and sharp swords were parading…
The lights are failing, what’s wrong with the Generator?
“Och, the engines cannae take it Captain!”
Department ancient historical maps:
“Quick! He escapes with the boat”


Surprise! A vintage carpet in the centre of the room, hiding a secret trapdoor!
Neutralising some hidden sigils, unlocking the trapdoor, going down a spiral staircase, entering a long corridor with warding sigils…
Discovering a savage tribe!
Gabrielle made an impressive entrance with spread wings and some firework support from the Clown: instant shock and awe, chasing the tribe away!
Entering a mysterious room, looking at three paintings: past-present-future!





They decided to avoid the ruins…
…cursed by fire from Heaven during the War…
At the sight of the ruins in the distance, Bondi remembered nightmares of the battles…
A road block…
Confrontation at the ford: one thug down, one fleeing away to call reinforcements!
As soon as Bondi put her holy symbol on the patient’s head, he started twitching as if having a seizure, apparently a vampiric infestation!
They had to put the patient down…
They found some traces of a boy scout party that recently made camp at this place:
Suddenly Sister 





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