The Aurora Warrens, the Mile High Sports Complex or back to the airport those seem to be the spots with the largest rift activity. After a bit of conversation, you decide to check out the Aurora Warrens next after Mako wakes up.
As you drive through Denver, you see a number of signs that meta-humans aren’t too welcome in the city. It is probably best that Roy isn’t with you and that Mako was unconscious. The lemon aid stand may have experienced a drive-by shooting.
After a rest and some magical healing you head out to the Aurora Warrens, while most of the Warrens have been abuzz with all the rift activity in Denver, the neighborhood you’ve been directed to does not share that quality. In fact, its level of quiet is quite eerie after all the action. Rundown suburban homes line the curvy streets of what was once an upper-class utopia. While eerie and quiet, it is not empty. Brief glimpses of residents huddled inside the shadows of homes and shanties built from sheds, along with small tent clusters on several properties show that life still clings to this quiet suburban refuge.
A few pointed questions asked of the few sane locals able to answer them, points the finger at a creepy old house with a lot of bad juju.
The rundown Victorian style home seems to both blend with its neighbors while at the same time standing out. The entire neighborhood consists of large homes of various styles, Victorian encompassing this and at least two others you can see, allowing the large manor to blend among the other suburban mansions. It’s the grounds that seem off. The other homes lacked fences or build them where the home could still be ogled by those who passed.
The manor you’ve been pointed toward is surrounded by a two-meter stone wall tipped with wrought-iron spikes. A narrow hedge grows wild on the outside, while beyond you can see the grasses and bushes of the lawn have overgrown the space between. Two heavy metal gates offer entry. The smaller sits slightly bent but still closed, though the path beyond is completely overgrown, giving the image of the house rising from among the tall grasses. The larger gate, built for vehicles, was rolled a quarter of the way open before whatever tragedy took the last residents of this place. Beyond this gate, you can seen a half-grown-over drive leading to a large four-car garage designed to emulate the look of the housebut lacking any chance of matching the age.
This row of the neighborhood backs up to the steep slope of a man-made mount overgrown with weeds, bushes, and small trees clinging to their angular roots. The pile of dirt and rock obviously intended to create the feel of a mountain home while offering the intended residents, likely the richest of the local rich, more privacy.