Twin Cities Marvel SAGA Campaign
Master of Mystic Science
Doktor Koncept is a sometime ally, sometime ‘mentor’ to the Protectors. He lives just off Lake Superior in his Endless Mansion. He is both adept at the Mystic Arts having trained under Baron Mordo. In addition he is scientist of varying success on par with some of the brighter minds in the Marvel Universe. He is especially adept at using Kree technology.
Excerpts From Doktor Koncept’s Case Book, Case #111
November 6th, 1971
I have received a frantic phone call from Dr. Anthony Ludgate Druid (see Monster Hunter entry cross reference with Dr. Druid entry). Druid and I are both colleagues of Ulysses Bloodstone (see Ulysses Bloodstone entry), other than that we have no relationship. He was asking that I immediately come to London and assist in an unusual situation.
I have not significantly recovered from my last trip to Britain. Bloodstone had refrained from significantly informing me of the risk that the Burrowers Beneath would pose. Dr. Elder (See Mole Man entry) had speculated that there is an entire underground ecology made up of beasts beyond our comprehension suffice to say he was correct, see Case Book entry #93, but I digress.
Druid was nearly frantic in explaining that he felt something dark and sinister was afoot. The good doctor had been the site physician and associate of one Doctor Daniel Damian (see Kree Sentry entry) during an expedition to Egypt 20 years previous. This dig had culminated in the discovery of the Black Tomb Of The Nameless. Druid explained that the then ruler of ancient Egypt, Rama Tut (See Rama Tut entry), had imprisoned an enemy “from beyond the stars”, striking her name from history all in an attempt to break her hold over his slaves. Apparently this was done to quell an uprising within his own court as well. The team was made up of Dr. Damian, Professor Stoker, the psychic Leah Barns, a Professor Taylor, & the mystic Nicolas Scratch (see Salem’s Seven entry).
Druid informed me that Taylor and Stoker had been in possession of two artifacts from the tomb, both of which are now missing. Taylor and Stoker were also now deceased having had their throats ripped to shreds.
Druid went on to explain that what the party had uncovered artifacts unknown to Earth. Dr. Damian speculated these to be of the Kree designation (see Kree entry). He has had previous interactions with these interstellar artifacts. As I discussed these items of interest with the two doctors Damian’s daughter Amelia, who had just come from an ill-fated meeting with Mrs. Barnes, interrupted us. She had with her the third artifact and the blood of Leah Barnes on her person. She explained that upon her arrival in Barnes’ home forces unknown had rendered her unconscious, when she awoke Mrs. Barnes throat had been ripped asunder. She ran in terror bringing with her the item her father had requested. I find myself attracted to this lovely creature, yet cautiously suspicious of her tale.
After walking the grounds and securing the manor I allowed Druid and Damian to continue to speculate while I took tea with Ms. Taylor. She is a truly enchanting creature to say the least, and the chemistry between us is alarming. Amelia has confided in me that she fears that she is now the target of whoever is at the heart of this mystery.
November 7th, 1971
Amelia and I assist her father in his pouring through his archives on Kree presence during the reign of Rama Tut. Druid has become content with contacting his associates stateside about this mysterious Nicolas Scratch. I find my concentration being drawn away from research and being focused on Amelia. Her presence is intoxicating and frightening. My enhanced senses have revealed an unidentifiable aura that permeates her being. Could this be the source of my attraction, or is it truly something more?
November 8th, 1971
Damian is a vegetable. Something unsettling has rendered him catatonic. Druid claims that Nicolas Scratch is behind it all, some mad attempt to raise this Nameless Entombed “Goddess”. Druid fears Scratch that much is clear. At least he’s found that Scratch is here in London. I’ve not been able to tear myself away from Ms. Taylor, I’m not sure I want to. Duty calls so I’m off to confront this mysterious Mr. Scratch with Amelia Taylor in tow. With any luck I’ll be able to solve this by the end of the night.
November 9th, 1971
I’ve been a fool. Amelia was a pawn in a much more dangerous game than I realized. Scratch has found the name of this Nameless “Goddess”, Telra-Rogg. Upon awaking from being rendered unconscious by Amelia’s power I was able to gleam the following information from the Dark Books Of Kulan Gath (see Kulan Gath entry). Telra-Rogg is/was a Kree renegade, possibly some sort of alien mystic (?) or Celestial Madonna (see Mantis entry) figure, who came to earth during the Hyborian Age (see Conan entry). There she studied under the mighty Kulan Gath. Gath exposed her to the might of the unknowable Shuma-Gorath (see Shuma-Gorath entry); upon doing that she became some sort of Malign Intelligence (see Kree Supreme Intelligence). Gath and Telra-Rogg where defeated by Conan the Cimmerian in a bloody battle in Stygia.
Eventually Telra-Rogg resurfaced during Rama Tut’s dynasty usurping him as the Black Queen of the Nile. After a two-year shadow war Tut and his followers were able to overcome her sorceries and alien science to imprison her in a tomb to languish in un-death. Dr. Damian’s team uncovered her; I believe an elaborate scheme by Nicolas Scratch, and in the process but a 20-year plan into place. I believe Amelia Taylor to be a clone of Telra-Rogg. This would explain her identical appearance to the Black Queen of the Nile, as well as her bizarre energy signature manifestation, that rendered me unconscious, similar to the tales told of the Malign Intelligence in Gath’s writing. Her power is so devastating that it has effectively neutered the power of Druid. Currently Scratch and Ms. Taylor are on their way to Egypt. As I write this I am making preparations to follow. They must be stopped at all costs…
November 12th, 1971
I conferred with Druid in London via my LSD screen. He has been digging diligently into the history of this Black Queen of the Nile. He believes Scratch means to summon Bast, Anubis, & Set (see Egyptian Pantheon entry) to the Prime Material Plane using Ms. Taylor as a conduit in order to fully free Telra-Rogg. Is she an unwilling pawn or is something more sinister at play here? Upon summoning these Gods what does Scratch plan next? Surely they will not be ‘happy’ to be forced to the Prime Material Plane? I’m missing something here, but I can’t place my finger on it. The screen’s strain has greatly weakened me, I must rest.
November 14th, 1971
As I set imprisoned in the Sphinx of Rama Tut I contemplate the fate that awaits me, to be the betrothed of the Black Queen’s vessel. They mean to sacrifice me. Damn Scratch and his evil genius. I must conserve my strength and meditate. My only hope is that Druid can arrive in time.
November 18th, 1971
I’ll live. I’m not sure how else describe what has happened.
After my last entry I was dressed for the occasion by Scratch’s followers. As I was brought into the musty throne room of Rama Tut I bore witness to a portal of unknowable power. Stripped of my vestments, luckily they missed my hidden LSD screen, I was unable however to access it to appropriately scan or document the energy readings contained within its spiraling tendrils. Suffice to say I was fearful as the mindless minions pushed me forward and through the portal. When my vision finally was restored I found myself marveling at the view. The sun, the stars, the Earth itself lay before me in the Black Queen of the Nile’s Tomb on the Moon. This is not my first time on the surface of another world (see Case Files #23, 52, & 80), but is the most awe-inspiring.
At that moment I found myself sure that no force on earth could help me. Scratch performed the foul ceremony binding me to the fetching Ms. Taylor, and began beseeching the ancient Gods to awaken and grace us with their presence. As Bast, Anubis, and even Set where pulled to the Prime Material Plane the mighty Telra-Rogg finally awoke. Her hand outstretched she began pulling the very life essence from Ms. Taylor and myself, not only weakening us, but aging us both, stealing our very essence to fuel her rebirth. The pain was excruciating. Simultaneously the three Egyptian deities of old began to recognize their dilemma, they had been tricked!
Scratch & Telra-Rogg meant to feed them to the great and terrible Shuma-Gorath! As Gorath emerged from the corners of space and time a titanic battle commenced. Set & Anubis, putting petty squabbles aside, desperately tried to avoid the menacing tendrils and hideous gaze of the All Seeing Eye, Shuma-Gorath, all the while Bast attempted to crack the mystical shield separating her from Scratch & Telra-Rogg’s aberrant ritual.
When things seemed to be at their bleakest there was a waning in the drain of life. Dr. Druid’s astral form lay between the energy conduits effectively cutting it off from the two of us. Amelia lay breathing shallowly, but alive. I on the other hand found my strength and vigor returning as Bast bathed me in mystical might. As she returned her attention to the now attacking Telra-Rogg, Bast was unable to prevent Scratch from banishing the good Doctor’s astral form from the tomb. I took the opportunity to attach my LSD screen to the Kree technology. Alien vistas and mentality assaulted my senses and threatened to overcome my very being. I was able to refocus though and reroute my psychedelic science into what I gathered to be the engines of a Kree starship. Using not only that but also my knowledge of the arcane arts to draw upon the ambient energy of the conflagration occurring around me I was able to turn the thrust of the ship inwards, effectively ripping a hole in space time to some sort of Negative or Null Space (see Negative Zone entry).
Set & Anubis effectively forced the decreasing might of Shuma-Gorath back to whatever reality it calls home, while Bast fell before the might of Malign Intelligence and Scratch’s mystic power. I realized the situation had become beyond dire as Telra-Rogg’s black thought tentacles began corrupting the stability of all three of the Egyptian entities.
Seeing her shunting between time and space I found only one option. I took Ms. Taylor, poor Amelia, and pushed her physical from into the insubstantial form of Telra-Rogg. The resulting expulsion of psychic residue left all parties flat on their backs just as the room began to melt into the ever-expanding Null Zone. The blast had banished Set, Anubis, & Bast back to their own realm and effectively sealed Shuma-Gorath in its dimension. The backlash fused the LSD screen into my brain searing my psyche. I fear the damage permanent.
Scratch escaped in the commotion through the portal back to Earth. As the Kree ship continued to fold in upon itself I bore witness to the full integration of Amelia and Telra-Rogg. Madness, regret, and knowledge beyond comprehension integrated with hope, love, and the innocence of youth. As this new Black Queen of the Nile took her throne she both grinned manically at me while tears of pain ran down her perfect cheek. As the Malign Intelligence began to re-manifest itself around her she bade me leave back to Earth.
I obeyed, less out of my own willpower and more out of the force of her unknowable mind. I stood in horrible realization of what I had done, what I had witnessed in the portal watching the Tomb of the Black Queen of the Nile, Amelia Telra-Rogg, slip effortlessly between the folds of space and time into the Null Zone. I know not what occurred next as I feel into blessed unconsciousness.
November 19th, 1971
I still do not feel refreshed from the events that occurred. The LSD screen has caused damage to my cerebral cortex. My frontal lobe has been severed from my amygdale. It’s as if my brain is at war, or maybe it’s just my inability to cope with or even understand what I have seen, what I was forced to do. Dr. Damian has fully recovered and is holding a service for Ms. Taylor. I will not attend the proceedings for my “bride” for she is not dead.
November 21st, 1971
Dr. Druid and I are on our way back to America. He has sworn to find and destroy Nicolas Scratch. I am on my way back to my manor on Lake Superior. I’ve realized that the connection I made to the Kree starship has flooded my mind with alien technology.
The result is I find my frontal lobe racing with possibility; interstellar travel, this Null Zone, cloning, etc. I will need to concentrate and meditate on these matters. I’m afraid to allow the screaming in my brain that is the fear & loathing in my amygdale voice as it would shatter me, driving me mad. I can only coldly calculate on the fate of the Tomb of the Black Queen of the Nile.
Excerpts From Doktor Koncept’s Case Book, Case #173
January 31st, 1977
I have been contemplating a trip to Hala for some time now. Between my time studying with Karl and the information I’ve gleaned since ‘71’s ‘cranial intrusion’ of Kree information, see Case #111, I have had a strange sense of longing to see the grand Imperial Towers. It’s almost an invisible force drawing me in. Mordo has shown me a way to traverse the vast expanse via magic, but I’m reticent to do it since it would require me possibly crossing into the Negative Zone, where my former ‘bride’ still hopefully slumbers. On the other hand since my return from Earth-712 (See Case File #159), the ‘Golden Agency’ Earth (Now known as the ‘Squadron Earth’ See Case File #265) I have been consumed with dread. My double from Earth-712 was nothing short of a base villain. All the technology and mystic mastery that I’ve accumulated has allowed me to make reparations for my actions during the first World War, so to see what could have befallen me had I not found a better way is difficult to swallow. At the same time the scientist in me longs to visit other strange vistas and meeting the vast variations of myself that exist within the confines of the multi-verse, but I digress.
With the Kree technology I’ve accumulated (see Case File #123) from the Blue Area of the Moon I think I have the ability to create a drive capable of transporting me to Hala without Mordo’s spells. I’ve noticed that I’ve become more and more reliant upon not only the ‘Good Baron’ but magic as well of late. Why it is an incredible tool, I fear that the cost of its usage may be too high. Tonight I will begin converting my so-called Null Drive to the ship I have procured. Hala awaits…
February 5th, 1977
The work has been long and arduous, but I believe I’m ready to launch. I have not seen Karl since I refused to treat with some of his allies from the so-called ‘Dark Dimension’. Even though the representative of their ruler, the aptly named Dormammu, offered me the Key I have been searching for I have an underlying feeling that allowing those denizens entry into my Endless Mansion would have been a mistake. Still I have not ruled out future joint endeavors. I wonder just what Karl’s relationship is to these beings, and why he is so insistent that I too ally myself with them.
The ship is prepped, I have studied the language and customs of Hala, and I feel confident that I could pass for a pink Kree if need be. Tomorrow I will be the first human being to set foot upon the fertile soil of another Empire, I can only hope it as a future friend.
February 10th 1977
There is no way out. Karl’s cunning plot has rendered The Kirby, my shuttle, adrift in the Negative Zone. The fuel Karl acquired for me to power the Null Drive turned out to be a ruse. His betrayal knows no bound as he also managed to sabotage my LSD screen and disabled the vast majority of my offensive equipment. I shudder to think of what is going on in my ‘home’ right now. When I return there shall be a reckoning.
February 13th, 1977
A strange object has been drifting towards me from out of this colorful void. I am undecided as to whether I should investigate. The repairs go slow and I’m beginning to think that I may not have the equipment necessary to get back home. Though I’m loathe to say it, Thaddeus was right, no amount of knowledge will ever off-set Karl’s betrayal.
February 15th, 1977
Life. There is life even here in the heart of this Negative Zone. Strange life forms have begun to scout my ship. I am unsure as to their intentions, but have high hopes for a successful first contact. With my power source damaged I’ve been unable to get a clear visual contact to ascertain their appearance, but my excitement level is high. It has been over ten days since I’ve been able to ‘connect’ my spheres, so I fear that the Right sphere is asserting dominance which may explain my almost giddy nature at the potential of communication with these new beings. I’m beginning to realize that without the harmonizer built into my LSD Screen I may not be able to access the information necessary in my Left sphere to complete repairs, let alone weigh out the possible negative potential of dealing with these denizens of the Negative Zone.
February 17th, 1977
I think my ribs are broken, and my I currently cannot use my right hand. The boarders appeared insect-like in physiology. If I was in better shape and had the proper equipment an autopsy would yield more information. My supplies have begun to wane. I’m still at a loss to discover just what power source Karl ‘infected’ my Null Drive with. The ‘good news’ if there is any is that I’ve been able to patch together a crude version of my LSD Screen. I have subsequently sent out a Sub-Chronal distress call. If the scavengers return I am not sure I will survive.
March 1st, 1977
EUREKA! In their last attempt to take the ship the primitive leader had a power source on him like I have never seen. I am none to proud of the tactics I had to stoop to in order to slay him, but in the end I had no desire to become his next food source. The deceased ‘shaman’s’ power source is roughly cylindrical in shape, but the power it emanates is beyond description. In fact it’s very presence has stimulated untold communication between my Left and Right sphere without the use of my LSD Screen. I theorize that prolonged exposure could result in a full integration.
The ‘natives’ are just out of the rebuilt Ion Cannon’s range.. They are obviously regrouping for a final attack. Between the complete rebuild of the Null Drive and this new ‘Cosmic Rod’ power source I feel confident in my ability to get back home. I just hope I can do so before these fierce pillagers make their final siege.
March 3rd, 1977
It’s not home I’ve found, but for the time being it’ll do. Karl played his last hand with the homunculus he had stowed away deviating my flight pattern. In my rush to expel that foul creation I had to jettison the ‘Cosmic Rod’ back into the Negative Zone. It is a shame that I will never be able to fully study or utilize it’s potential.
I find myself within this so-called Dark Dimension. Be it luck or fate a woman calling herself Umar has granted me safety and shelter. She claims to be the sister of the god-like ruler of this realm. Even though I’m wildly suspicious of her I have to admit she’s done nothing to warrant it. She’s housed me, healed my wounds, and been a very ‘willing’ hostess. Beyond her secretive nature and dubious family origin she is quiet fetching.
March 7th, 1977
I was right to avoid allying myself with these ‘people’. What was Karl thinking? This is a hellish realm ruled under a fascist regime. I am unsettled by what I’ve seen here and what I’ve been forced to do. Have I been so naïve to what Baron Mordo’s true motivations have been? What is awaiting me in my home?
March 23th, 1977
Umar has proved invaluable, but I have learned that it has had less to do with her ‘interest’ in me and more in my potential ability to thwart the machinations of her brother, the dread god-like tyrant king Dormammu. Some of the things I have perpetrated in order to maintain this ruse will haunt me for the remainder of my days. Umar has shown me many things in my exile here; while the vast majority have been ranged from frightening to truly unnerving it has not all been vile.
She has shown me that there are dimensions beyond comprehension in the multi-verse as well as parallel universes where I, personally, have run the gamut from despoiler to savior. I long to see these strange worlds. The potential is limitless. My potential is limitless. I could become limitless. When and if I survive this ordeal I think I may have found my next ‘project’.
April 4th, 1977
The siege has ended. I am forced to admit I underestimated both Umar’s loyalty and her power. Without them both it would have been virtually impossible to expel the summoned ‘Mindless Ones’ from my home. Unfortunately The Kirby physical structure will need vast repairs after serving its role in my plan. In addition it will take some time to repair the damage Karl and his patron have done to my Endless Mansion.
Worse still it may take me the rest of my life to forgive myself for my suspicious nature. I should have trusted her; instead I think I have sent Umar to her death by banishing her back to the Dark Dimension to face her brother’s wrath. I’ve also discovered much to my dismay that The Kirby’s navigational system is frozen. Even if I wanted to I’m not sure I could redesign and or rebuild it, especially without the ‘Cosmic Rod’. Currently it will only navigate to three destinations; The Negative Zone, The Dark Dimension, and my home. The Null Drive will have to be deemed a scientific failure. Which means that Hala will have to wait. I suppose I’ll have to see if Thaddeus can take a look at it, maybe he can house it on that damn ‘blimp’ of his. Inter-dimensional travel really was and is more his cup of tea than mine. I wonder if I’ll ever see Umar again, and if I do will I be greeted with tender ministrations or a knife in my back…