The Ascension War is Over...

Or so they wish us to believe. Complacency has destroyed the hope of awakening the Sleepers to magic. The Avatar Storm has wiped out the Chantries - the Tradition leaders are dead, missing, or in hiding. The Digital Web is but a shadow of what it once was.

And from this chaos has come the messages; directions from an unknown source, whose only identity is that of the Sphinx. Many have done as the missives directed and have been rewarded with finding just awakened Mages, or aiding in the cruel treatment of Sleepers. Others have ignored the missives - and death has followed. Not to the Mage the message was directed, but to those he or she might have helped.

Some say it is driven by a Rogue Council, operating from somewhere well hidden. Others suspect the Technocracy is still alive and working to terminate those that have Awakened. And some Traditions have chosen exile, waiting for some great pantheon of their creative minds to come and sweep the evil away.

We, as Adepts, have chosen to watch and gather information. And we offer this information to anyone who wishes it. One of our number has been summoned by the Sphinx, propositioned by the Avalon Group, a splinter organization within the Technocatic Union, to aid in stopping a madman from releasing a mystery on Oak Island.

There is a growing descension within the Union. Their strengths are now their weaknesses. And those weaknesses will be their undoing.

All paths lead to Las Vegas, where a Cabal of the most unlikely of heroes will form...