They were standing in the titanesque salon in a remote aisle of the prestigious Miskatonic University. They, the fabulous League of Extroardinary Critters had been summoned during a timetravel convention to put all their incomparable talents to solve a mystery that had 19th century Arkham under its spell - and yes, Arkham had seen horrors. But this time the whole city shivered.
They, the Maybe Logic Research Team, consisting of D.J. Tulpa, who in this incarnation presented himself as a large brain in a pickle jar, whose force of disbelief was so strong that he could project doubt into anybody's mind; and yet he could bring forth, reciting Blavatsky,  a strange ectoplasm in the form of a juggling gentleman with long grey hair. Then there was Master Fly T. Firefly, levitating a few feet above the ground. His lifelong diet consisted of certain fungus found in remote regions of Kirghizistan, and they kept him in a permanent state of extreme attention to all things supernatural. Next to him stood Rosie Cross, a cute hippie girl, with the particular ability to transform into a man at will, and an initiate in the deepest hermetic mysteries. Behind them stood Ragu Damiel, who had built up a deep knowledge of the human soul walking the earth as a hermit, and as such had the uncanny ability to make peace wherever there was a fight. Oh, and he had wings, too. He was talking to Nonprophet, or actually NP did all the talking. Which he did a lot, except when he used his ability to become invisible. Actually that wasn't true, NP sometimes simply disappeared into thin air, shifting between paradigms and dimensions, until he suddenly reappeared when you least expected him, acting as if nothing had happened. borsky von Schadenfreude, a tall silent man wearing a bowl hat, had tattoos all over his body. All were symbols in some rite or tradition. He had also the ability to come up with imaginary solutions to solve mosbunall problems. Evadaptogenie, the most political of the bunch, used to date Raymond la Science when he was part of the bande à Bonnot.  She had thaught him all he knew, as she was quite a master of explosives. Notwithstanding a destructive part, she was also a very gifted healer. Matthias Frost on her left, as far away from the fireplace as he could, had been cursed by a gipsy at birth and could change any fire into ice, any desert into a swamp and any light into darkness. He was sparring with Minja Tiamat, as they both were masters in the martial arts. Minja had other powers, amongst them after aeons of struggle she had mastered the magickal spell of E-prime so good that she could win all her arguments.

Standing before them was the rector of the university, a certain Joseph K, explaining why they had been summoned.
"It all started a month ago. We had received from Cairo a large statue for the Egyptologic department. It represented Anubis, the master of Heliopolis and god of the dead. There was an electrical storm… Next thing you know the statue was gone, leaving jackal tracks towards the sewers; and the next day the whole city was shattered by a wave of crime. Some people say they had seen a tall, slender gentleman in tuxedo, top hat and bearing dog ears and a long black snout leaping over the buildings. And yesterday on the place where the statue used to be, we found a greeting card". He showed the card to the tribe. It was an odd shape, printed with hieroglyphs. "Fantubis", read borsky,"You guys have a god on the loose".  Joseph K. shuddered. "It's true", he said. And on the back of the card was written in plain English: "All your newly born will be mine within 9 days".

"...When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, everything was soulful, and all souls were one…" thought Ragu. "Yeah right", said Matthias, next thing you know you'll tell me you can get fire from ice…". "Oh but you can!" said Minja, "and in more than one way." "I won't argue with that", said Matthias (but thought otherwise).