The rent is three months overdue, the plane needs fuel, and the phone has not rung since spring. Then it rings.
On the other end is a doctor who studies what ruins were built to do, asking about a temple in the Ucayali basin that appears on no official survey. He mentions, without much ceremony, that the idol chamber is still active. That he can hear it from where he is standing. That this is not a figure of speech.
Rufus Hightower™ takes the job. He takes most jobs. That is generally where the trouble starts.
The Adventure Begins
Rufus Hightower flies anything with wings, usually on money he has already spent. Competent, broke, and allergic to the sensible option, he is exactly the man people call when the destination is not on a map. His own assessment of the career: a man with a plane and no work is just a man with an expensive parking problem.
Rufus Hightower
The world he moves through runs on one rule. Some objects resonate. A brass compass hand-made in Vienna in 1924 goes strange near magnetic stone. An obsidian fragment chipped from a temple keystone hums when you bring it close to that compass. Glyphs on its back describe offerings placed in a correct order, and an inner sanctum that opens for anyone patient enough to get the sequence right. None of this is framed as magic. It is framed as engineering nobody has bothered to explain, which is considerably more unsettling.
What sits at the far end of that resonance is the real problem. The idol is not treasure. The idol is a key, the thing on the other side of the door would like it back, and it has opinions about the people who took it.
The stakes climb the way they should in this kind of story. From unpaid rent, to a temple that objects to being robbed, to men in federal suits standing on an airfield saying the word portal like they had rehearsed it. Somewhere past all of that there is a very good drink waiting, and the crew fully intends to reach it.
Convergence Points™
Convergence Points is the continuing arc of the universe, told so far through a trailer and a playable side-scrolling demo.
The expedition's flying boat
A rumor comes up the coast about an idol older than the maps, sitting in a jungle tomb nobody leaves. The crew goes and takes it. They find it gold, cold, and humming like a live wire, and the moment Rufus lifts it, the tomb wakes up.
The plan was simple. Get the idol, get out, get home. Then the floor gives way.
What follows is a purple sky, wrong stars, and a city of stone that never learned about straight lines. A priest called The Second wants the idol returned and the thieves kept, permanently. He takes Dr. Funk and holds him in a stronghold, which turns a heist into a rescue, which the crew approaches with characteristic elegance: then that is where we are going, we get him back, nothing fancy.
They make it home to real stars. The idol goes quiet, like nothing happened. Then the federal agents arrive at the airfield talking about dimensional technology, and the only thing Rufus wants in the world is a drink with a paper umbrella in it, and the bar is across town, and last call waits for nobody.
Convergence points are the places where two worlds touch. Objects carry them. So, occasionally, do people.