Langston Rogers

TLC 04/2

Professor, Archaeologist

Human. Fumbled, stuttered, nervous, couldn't think straight enough to make a coherent demonstration. Professor at Virginia Commonwealth University, where Monaghan had gone. Drove an old Ford. Grandson of an old friend.

Discovered old Peruvian wheel, with symbols, stick, which would open a portal to Oriceran when used correctly. Has all translated documentation from Peruvian sources, Brought it to Charlie, as he knew it was too big for himself to handle. Would be a world-changer, like ekectirity was. Langston put both hands inside of the box, gingerly lifting out a metal wheel decorated all the way around the rim in hieroglyphics. He laid it carefully on the desk and took a short, hollow brass metal pipe out of his pocket, giving the wheel a solid hit in a specific pattern across the symbols. Each time he made contact the wheel let out a loud ding in a perfect pitch of C. On the twelfth ding, the wheel started to rattle on the desk as Charlie took a step back. The symbols along the rim lit up as the wheel lifted, spinning in a circle, rotating a few degrees to the east with each turn. The smile froze on Charlie’s face as he watched. “It’s an impressive magic trick.” What the hell? “Just keep watching.” The wheel spun even faster until sparks flew out, some of the cinders landing on the heirloom rug, quickly sputtering out. An opening emerged the size of a window just above Charlie’s desk and he found himself staring at the backside of a tree.

Also brought back a wooded goblet which, upon feeling heat of guman hand, also gave off aura of peace and comfort.

A wooden goblet, placing it on the desk. “Doesn’t look like much. Take it in your hands and hold it. Go on.” Charlie looked up at Langston, hesitating. Not his usual nature. He slowly picked up the goblet and held it in his hands, the smile fading from his face, replaced with a sense of awe. A warm feeling of peace rose up through his body, settling in his chest. It was a new feeling for Charlie and unsettled him. He put the goblet back down and looked at the red glow in the palms of his hands. Langston smiled at Charlie and shook his head. “It’s like it can teach you to be happy or something. I’m pretty sure that’s not what it was intended for but I can’t figure out anything more. According to what I’ve read, there are some artifacts that require you to be magical to access their powers. Like it’s part of your DNA or something. Can you imagine? But even still, it gives off this cool vibe.”