Just an idea

[Boy] It was hard to imagine that just a week ago this living room was in ruins. Boy said he would fix it, and for the most part he did. The walls were repaired, complete with a layer of wallpapering, and most of the bookshelves had been mended, even if the books that were once on them weren't. There was even the chipped and cracked dry wall surrounding a chipped and cracked mural of a Black Unicorn.

And still there was the sound of sanding, blowing, the quiet breathing of a Boy who worked with his hands.

[Callie] *Yesterday was busy. Clearing out the basement, helping Marrick and Boy dispose of the evidence. By the time they were done it was well into the night. Today has mostly been spent sponging the mess from her jeans and top and hanging around in her room while they dry. Finally, wearing only a t-shirt baggy and stretched from long years of wear, and faded into an obsurity of greys, she emerges and heads down to the kitchen*

[Boy] Boy only saw the blur of Gray from his spot in the living room. He hadn't been sitting on the couch (which was still broken) but on a mat on the floor in the middle of the living room, sanding away at...something...in his hands. For a minute he cranes his neck to see who it was coming down the stairs. A minute too late as all he sees is the tail of a gray shirt and the heel of a foot.

A short while later the sound of sanding carries from the living room into the kitchen. The boy doing the sanding was altogether quiet.

"Travis says hi. Says you're looking strong. Proud."

His eyes aren't on her. They're on the bone in his hand, bleached down to yellow instead of stained red, and smoothed into a nice round edge on on end. The other end he's currently sanding into a square. Its possible he hasn't even seen her yet.

[Callie] *"Travis says hi" . . . She backtracks hurriedly, the last half of the sentence lost in the steady rasp of sand on bone . . sticking her head into the living room, balanced, one foot on the floor, one hand on the doorframe* Travis who?

[Boy] He stops sanding quite abruptly, looking up at her with a bit of a frightened look in his eyes. Slowly they become confused eyes, and finally revert back to that heavy, constant glare he seemed so fond of.

"Sorry." Says Boy. "Thought you were someone else." And he goes back to sanding.

"Nice work yesterday. Marrick told me you were the one that found that place."

[Callie] oh . . right . . *She settles more comfortably against the door, the soft grey fabric wrapped and twisted about her, bare legs and feet, shoulders damp where her hair falls against them. Regarding Boy and his sanding with obvious interest, and yet she doesn't ask about it* yes, I found it . . though if Gut-Song hadn't been there I wouldn't have gone in . . he turned up with some message or other and agreed to give me a hand

[Boy] "Nothing wrong with that. Scouting. Finding. Bringing info back. That works too. I should tell you though...we've got a certain responsibility in this pack. It sucks but...you'd have been responsible for Gut Song's safety if anything went wrong."

His eyebrows lift, as if remembering something impressive. "Gut song. He's found a...breeding hole...or something for Banes. Not far from here. We'll have to...muster? I think that's the word."

He blows at the bone, dispersing a heavy cloud of thick white dust.

"But we'll need to get more information first."

[Callie] *She shifts against the upright, rolling slightly to rest her back against it now. Standing in the doorway she glances across at him, sidelong, her hands slide in behind her out of sight. There's a moment's silence before she answers wryly.* Like Marrick and Sheridan. I was kind of aware of that. I just figured, if Gut-song went down, I wouldn't be alive for it to be a concern . . and it was an opportunity. If we'd left it and come back they might well have moved on. They saw me.

*one hand appears now, absently turning the ring that glints above her left eye as he speaks about the Banes* yeah . . call a muster . . that would be it. Who's calling, us or the Fenrir? . . and what information d'you need?

[Boy] There's a visible tension in him when she mentions Sheridan. A tightness in his shoulders and jaw, a raising of hackles. He glances up at the abused mural, and picks up the bone to start sanding again.

"Yeah..." Is his only reply to that part.

And he breathes, deeply. "We would, I'd think. But we need to know how much of a threat this is. I've heard Silence has gone traveling. I don't know who's the head Fenrir while he's gone, but Evan is the Beta of the Eagles. If this is enough for two packs to handle, then we'll team up with them. Otherwise, we'll have to inform the entire Sept."

He'd said We. Twice. But did he mean the people talking in that room, or his people?

"How's that test coming along, Callie?"

[Callie] well . . *the ring turns again and she hesitates. The tension in him and the change in atmosphere doesn't escape her* well . . one thing I can tell you . . I'm pretty certain the current Fenrir brass hat is that skinhead kid, Joe.

*another pause, while she consciously drops her hand and slips it back behind her again, and finally she responds to his question* I'm working on it . . there is something I think we should do . . all of us together

[Boy] "Yeah? What's that?"

He regards the bone again, holding it up to his eyes this time. One end tapers just until it arrives at the ball (which would usually fit in a socket), the other is wide and square. It almost looks like a drum stick from there.

[Callie] It's just an idea . . *and now she has to actually explain it, it's seeming less and less likely all the while . . but she presses ahead now they've reached this point. Her head drops slightly, a feathering of red drifting down across her face before she flicks it back and launches into her plan* ok . . it's Halloween coming up, as you probably know. It's Samhain . . for Fianna that's something more than just a chance to dress up and con sweets out of your neighbours . . not just for Fianna, but we do have a tradition of celebrating it. It's a chance to look back and remember those who have been lost, because we've all lost people one way or another . . *its coming out in a rush now* remember them together, celebrate them together . . but it's a wake, not a funeral . . I was thinking it might be good for us to do this, it's a ritual in some ways, it binds us and unites us and lets us move on together but without forgetting the past

[Boy] For a while he just stares at her, still holding the drumstick up at eye level. Its unclear whether any of it has really sunk in, or if he even understood any of it in the first place. He lowers the bone into his lap, takes one deep breath in, and a slow breath out.

"Tradition?" He says finally, and his eyes cast downward as he considers.

[Callie] yes . . tradition . . *it's not easy to tell whether this idea is going to be a runner or not. He just seems vaguely confused by the suggestion but she presses on, persevering* It's a bit like a gathering for the departed, but you can choose to speak about anyone who has been lost, remembering the good things of their life rather than their death. Generally there's a bit of a feast, and a portion is put aside for the spirits to attend should they wish. The main thing is that everyone gets to grieve and to celebrate together . . I've been in Fianna run septs where they set aside the whole weekend just for Samhain and everyone in the Sept takes part . . I thought it might be a good thing for us to do, here

[Boy] Eventually, after another long silence, acompanied by equally long stillness, he nods.

"I like traditions. Lets give it a shot."

Apparently that was a go.

[Callie] Oh! . . *clearly that takes her by surprise, and up and off the post like an electric shock. Regaining some composure, she folds her arms across the expanse of baggy t-shirt draping loosely on her small frame. Her eyes widen, and then she grins down at the floor . . a slow smile that narrows her eyes again and shows just a hint of teeth* oh . . great! *her head comes back up, having softened the smile now* I'll fix it all, I promise, I'll have it all ready

[Boy] "If you need any help just let me know." He says, and proceeds to stand. Boy holds the bone in his teeth and starts wrapping up the mat he was sitting on.

"I'm good with my hands. Good at making stuff, y'know?"

[Callie] yeah . . *she looks at the bone, and the tools . . it's still not clear what it is he's making but it's certainly nicely done* I can see . . and I'll ask. *and she steps back out of the doorway and returns to the kitchen*

Underground Rumble (Harvest's Oneshot)

[Riot]
(So as with other STs, I've come across some rules for my scenes that should be pretty clear:

1) Please feel free to ask me any questions and specifics concerning the scene at your leisure. If I don't answer, IM them to me and I'll get to them quickly enough.

2) From here on in, I'm adding a mandatory 3 Line minimum to all declaration rolls, giving me an idea on what your character is doing for their actions. This does not need to be extensive or explanatory of EVERY little detail, but it does give you the opportunity to explain position, attack type and location on the enemy. also gives me a chance to adjust the difficulties and dice pools in favour or against for everyone, depending on how creative you get.

3) Keep track of your Tempers. If you believe your character did something or was afflicted by something to regain points in one of them? Let me know, if I haven't already.

4) Questions, Concerns, speak up.)

[Riot]
The World is often times a mockery of the Nation's ideals:

Definition plays itself off in slight of hand manners and ways, describing vast scenes and broad scopes through which to view the world, perspectives multiplying into factions, sects and designations all adhered to with the strictest sort of discipline, zealotry and faith. The Garou cannot afford to waffle and wane. To question and doubt. That's how the last generation dies and the Wyrm wins.

So it is, that even the smallest of details, out of place, become the topic of consideration. It is not the stagnancy of normalcy that creases a Garou's brow, so violent and hostile is his every day, but the presence of that which goes against the grain. Stands out from the crowd. Disturbs the peripheral.

Wherever they come from, or wherever they have gone, the collective of Garou are left open and exposed in one manner or another, to a sound:

Soft, almost melodious and low. A soprano by design, it wafts into the air and catches at ears. Most of the young and hip crowd that populate the busy 'Village' area of Lakeview, where the Art, Fashion and Culture mingle freely and experimentally, would not think twice of the sound but the Garou do.

It creeps up through storm grates and from beneath metal grid panels, drowned out often by passing traffic and rushing cars, only for the ears to perk and pick it out again a few moments, or a half minute later, further down a street corner. It extends for miles beneath city streets.

It is broken and stuttering and somewhat disturbing, if only because the High Tongue was never something wholly based in sound, but also in body language. No wonder it sounds like skipping CD.

[Brother of the Lost]
This was his territory. Well, no. It wasn't. But until one of the other packs stepped forward and laid a claim on Lake View proper, La Familia would be the ones looking north from their territory, keeping their sense sharp and their nerves alert for any threat coming their way. And that's exactly what he was doing, patrolling, when his ears caught the sound of something odd and out of place.

The Uktena thrive on curiosity. They make their mark by seeing and feeling and hearing these strange things and seeking them out. He didn't grow up on a reservation. He didn't claim the blood of Uktena heroes in his veins. But that didn't stop what he was, and that doesn't stop what he does.

The only difference here is that its not the curious wolf walking down the street, one that once poked into secret corners at a distant caern. Its a Boy. A teenager at most. But still he wanders curiously, crooking an ear at storm drains. Subtly pointing a nose at Grid panels. What was that, he seemed to wonder, as he tried to find a source.

[Face of Death]
They're not exactly out on patrol. Joey brought Charlie out this way because there are batting cages nearby. Even though she can no longer help him with his claustrophobia desensitization, she still wants to teach him sports. Today they've gone back to how to swing a bat. How to keep an eye on the ball to hit a homerun. Or at least not hit a grounder.

That's why she's dressed as she is, in jeans and sneakers that aren't high tops, her newer, thicker purple hoody with the white embroidered filigree, and a grey knit cap tugged low over her ears. Her bat bag is strapped across her back.

Whatever conversation they were having, it stops when she does. Joey comes up short, holds out her arm to arrest Charlie's forward momentum.

"D'you hear that?"

[Lights Out]
Charlie has better hand-eye coordination than one would expect someone who smokes as much weed as he does to possess. Either that, or he's a quick learner; he's picking up the basics of baseball at a decent clip. He isn't nailing them out of the park just yet, but he hasn't accidentally thrown the bat or smashed the ball into the ground yet, so that's better than a lot of newcomers can say they've accomplished.

It's another dreary day in Chicago, the humidity high enough to make breathing feel a chore, and Charlie is wearing a sweatshirt to guard against the chill rather than running around in a t-shirt. Granted, his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows and his hood is down, but he's at least acknowledging that it's cold.

This really isn't smart, spending this much time together, but they're not touching each other and they're not looking overlong at each other, and they're not technically alone, so they ought to be safe. They're in the middle of talking about something they saw at the batting cages as they walk down the sidewalk, and as soon as that sound cuts through the air, a frown seizes the Theurge's brow. He runs right into Joey's arm, but doesn't startle.

Does he hear that.

"Yeah," he says, his voice faraway, his attention parsing itself. A beat, and then, "Where's it coming from?"

[Face of Death]
[WP]

[Brother of the Lost]
WP diff 5

[Lights Out]
[WP]

[Riot]
...The song is easy to follow:

Streets come and go, forcing the trio to stop and go. A game of red light, green light, as the music is drowned out by a sudden flush of traffic or presence of people, going about their business. The process is slow and frustrating by most circumstances. Humans would grow a little tired of the game and probably wander off to do something else unless they were particularly dedicated.

A Garou? Well...

Charlie and Boy managed to keep themselves together mentally throughout the process, as they approach the source of the situation. Joey on the other hand...

...A young girl wonders by laughing and screaming 'I know, right?! Right?!' into her phone at an equally vacuous young woman on the other end.

...A brutish collection of young men, grin and nod and crowd a little too close, eying down Charlie while 'appreciating' Joey's own 'yummy' (Their word as they were walking away).

...Every time Charlie stopped her to listen it seemed as if the Traffic would pick up almost immediately, horns blaring and cars whizzing past.

By the time the Three of them turn their respective corners and spot one another at a block's distance, Joey's been battered from all sides by life's little annoyances (+1 Rage).

The street they walk along is another small busy one, night shops for coffee goers and the occasional clothing boutique, populate the opposite side of the street they are on, while a girded wrought iron fence, surrounded and interwoven with decorative plant and vine combinations, obscures the view of the stone ravine just on the opposite side, leading off into one of Chicago's broad sewer tunnels.

The Song is faint, distant but definitive in it's direction down the tunnel in that Ravine. It's a good twenty foot drop to the ravine floor below.

[Brother of the Lost]
They all seem to converge on the same spot, and Boy gives each of the two a slow nod of understanding. He doesn't ask what they're doing here, nor does he give them a hard time about being so close to La Familia Territory. For whatever reason they were in the area, they were here. The reason went without saying. The words 'You hear it too' see to be etched in his eyes, and perhaps in the slightly-too-long stare he gives each of them.

He moves to the gate, tugging at the vines and overgrowth, until finally he gets his hands on the gate itself. Its been here a while, he'd wager. After checking for some sort of lock, he gives a good tug on that as well, hoping to force the thing open.

[Face of Death]
Life, the city, Gaia, something was trying to get in the way of them finding the source of the song. At least, that's how it felt for Joey. Every time she tried to listen for the sound, something came to interfere with her hearing. The annoyance of it all was getting to her, and was manifesting itself in a gradual increase in the burn of her rage.

Until the young men jostled past. There was a definite spike then, when the young woman stopped and glared after the group. Her rage, normally faint, nearly nonexistent when compared to that of most other Garou, is now on par with Charlie's. She's still in firm control, still is able to keep herself from lashing out at the next person screeching into their cell phone or the next car blares its horn. But she is more irate.

And so she openly groans when she sees that they need to go into the sewer. She sees Boy, returns his nod of greeting slash understanding. Like they're all beat cops who heard the same message over the radio.

Ten four, good buddy, and all of that. Or was that for trucker CB? Regardless, she goes to where Boy is, to help.

[Lights Out]
One day he's going to stop registering surprise when he's out in the city and finds that he is not the only one in the area when something ungodly decides to rear its head and beckon the warriors of Gaia into action. That will probably be the day that he is the only one in the area when something ungodly decides to rear its head.

Next to him, Joey is struggling with a sudden spike in her Rage, a spike that is abnormally strong for the young woman; down the street, he spies the Alpha of La Familia. The Theurge cracks one side of his lower jaw, then the other, before he walks forward to meet the teenager at the barrier between the sidewalk and the ravine.

"We all going?" he asks, the unspoken alternative being the sending of a scout ahead of the rest of them. None of them are packed; only one of them is in a position of leadership within the Nation, never mind whether Charlie is challenging for a Sept position or whether his Alpha had essentially left him in charge during his absence.

[Brother of the Lost]
"I'm going." Boy said evenly, flatly. With the barrier pulled aside and resting at the mouth of the sewer entrance. It looked to be about...twenty feet or so. He could make that, he thought, and nodded at the sewer entrance as if to confirm this.

"This is close to my territory, and makes it my business. If you two are planning on following I'm gonna ask that you submit to my authority."

[Face of Death]
Joey's head snaps up, and she looks at Boy, brow furrowed and eyes slightly narrowed. This close to my territory does not equate to ON my territory. Joey is not stupid, however. She recognizes that the two she's with are both Cliaths while she's a cub in the eyes of the Nation. Boy is a Philodox, and the alpha of a pack. He should have the ability to lead them in this thing they're getting themselves into.

The blonde quirks a brow, glances to Charlie, and then back to Boy. "I'll follow you," she says, more shortly than she might have intended.

[Lights Out]
Born into the society that the two teenagers beside him had to be introduced to, Charlie does not bristle or posture when the Uktena makes his claim. It seems to need no explanation, to Charlie, why the youngest of them would assume the mantle of responsibility in this situation. Close to my territory may as well mean my territory, period, to him.

Joey says she'll follow. Charlie just nods, and steps back to let Boy in first.

[Lights Out]
[Athletics+Strength (+1): Jump!]

[Face of Death]
[dex + ath, diff 7 - 2 (ability aptitude: athletics)]

[Brother of the Lost]
For a moment there's a look that's leveled on her, one as deep and curious as usual but with slightly narrowed eyes. Thankfully, his eyes move to Charlie as he nods instead.

"Good. I'll go down first. Then Lights Out, then Laughs in the Face of Death. And that's the order we'll keep moving in."

And with that, he hops on down.

[Dex+ath, diff 7]

[Riot]
The Trio land with equal thumps, grace and the strength of weathered limbs, keeping each in relative comfort, with barely a twinge of strain that fades into pins and needles which returns to normal in seconds as they straighten again:

The ravine is simple and straight forward, moving in two directions. The West/Right side is a gradual curve that takes them around the block and on toward the distance of Chicago's lakeside, where the run off no doubt heads toward Lake Michigan.

The East/Left side is a short fifty yards to a broad steel tunnel, fitted into the side of a massive concrete wall that leads up to a busy street/bridge, railing low enough to watch cars turn onto the bridge and pass by, as well as the occasional pedestrian wandering by on the sidewalk next to the railing.

The tunnel itself is dark but broad, a pair of Crinos bodies more then capable of standing back to back and reach out with a couple feet still between their claws and the steel wall. The floor is flattened by a concrete overlay, a small slant to either side, providing a funnel for the excess trickle of dark liquid to travel down and into the outside of the ravine itself.

From within the darkness, the soft hum of that melody continues to burn, interrupted every now and then by a breath of silence, only to pick up once more.

[Face of Death]
[percept + enigmas + 1 (Twister), diff 7]

[Lights Out]
[Enigmas+Perception]

[Brother of the Lost]
[perc+enigmas]

[Riot]
The Three, now that they have a source for the song, can pick up minute traces of it's distinction. It is slightly garbled and twisted, broken into sections of earnest, even eloquent demand. The sounds arrive with rumbles and twists of a skilled tongue...

...A Galliard speaks.

[Riot]
to Brother of the Lost, Lights Out
...A Galliard speaks and within that broken voice, some sense is made:

He is singing to the Spirits. Describing the offering and Tribute. Demanding the payment and sacrifice. A ritual.

He is marking another. Two others. Depicting them in the scars of birth. Or re-birth.

It is a Rite of Passage.

[Brother of the Lost]
Boy steps forward, craning to listen for that song which was suddenly so much clearer now that they were closer to the source. His eyes are wide when he turns back to Charlie and Joey, and he licks his lips tersely, almost anxiously as he whispers.

"Three of them. An elder and two Cliaths. Not gaian."

And then he looks to Charlie specifically.

"Can you see anything on the other side? There may be guards."

[Lights Out]
Can he see anything on the other side.

The Theurge merely looks completely distracted by the chanting and the singing going on within the tunnel. When Boy asks if he can see anything, he sharply shakes his head and retrieves his dedicated hand mirror. It's a small white plastic affair, could have easily been pulled out of his sweatshirt pocket, and his eyes go far away as he looks into it.

[Gnosis: I SEE YOU!]

[Lights Out]
[Occult+Intelligence]

[Face of Death]
Joey brings up the rear of their tiny expedition. The song is stronger down here. She looks around their surroundings, taking note of space for fighting.

Not Gaian, Boy had said. Joey nods once. She slides her bat bag, unzips a pocket, and removes a brown and black button her packmate made. The pocket is zipped, the bag is settled against her back once more, and the button gets pinned to the collar of her hoody.

[soak talen go go go!]

[Lights Out]
When he drags his gaze back from the other side, the Theurge lowers his hand, the mirror disappearing back from whence it came, and sniffs as he collects his senses back about him. His eyes go directly to Boy.

"There ain't anyone over there," he says, "but it's not safe. It's crawling with Banes."

[Brother of the Lost]
Boy nods once to Charlie, only glancing at Joey as she readies herself.

"Then we go as quiet as we can."

For him that meant shifting down to his lupus form, which is exactly what he does. Then he heads on, moving cautiously. It seemed they had the element of surprise on their side. He wasn't about to waste that if he didn't have to.

[Lights Out]
[Stealth+Dexterity (+2): Sneaky!]

[Face of Death]
[dex + stealth, diff 8]

[Brother of the Lost]
Stealth 1 of 4

[Brother of the Lost]
Stealth 2 of 4

[Face of Death]
[again!]

[Lights Out]
[Part deux!]

[Brother of the Lost]
[Stealth 3 of 4]
HAIL KAHSEENO!

[Lights Out]
[Part fuck.]

[Lights Out]
[Kahseeno, I will eat your face.]

[Riot]
The Three crawl into their Lupus shapes at the edge of the Tunnel mouth, just before the darkness seems to reach out and envelop them. Almost instantly, the sounds of the city are diminished beneath the power of the tunnel's interior. Very little lives here below the surface of Society, crawling through the excess and throw off of humanity and eking out a living on what can be caught, scavenged or simply stolen.

As the trio of Lupus push into the sewers, the dank smell of mildew and rotting water begins to creep into their senses, obliterating any chance of sorting by smell, but careful steps, treading the outside of the tunnel's steadily widening concrete floor, ensures their passage is silent, against the backdrop of the Song that continues to play and cut in and out ahead.

As the trio draw closer, a light forms in the curve of the tunnel, following the Lake's own symmetry and before long, the three can piece together a broad hollow in the tunnel's length:

It is a broad, rectangular cavern, a maintenance way-point, with access well overhead, into some thick iron grates that shine a mean orange light down into the depths from wall mounted spot-lamps. The chamber itself is like a small ampitheatre, a raised level around the four walls that comprise it (with the tunnel continuing uninterrupted ahead of them), with a simple lowered floor upon which is settled the congregation.

A pretty young woman, dark hair, straight and even, long, narrow features and a razor thin mouth over pearl white teeth, stands dressed in nothing but streaks of black swirling tattoos, breasts glistening with a patina of sweat, her arms held high overhead, long black fingernails daubed with some sort of thick ichor.

To her left, is huddled another younger girl, slightly pudgy, dressed in the gothic trend of fashion, a plaid mini-skirt the only splash of red colour on an otherwise, black on black ensemble. Her hair is a dark purple, cut short about her ears, while the skin is a pale pale white, almost snowy. Her back is to the trio.

To the woman's right, crouches a Crinos, huddled on it's haunches, hands tucked between it's legs and clawed fingers splayed out on the ground. It's head is ducked and it's fur is a glittering black, body humming with some restrained energy.

In the centre of the three figures, sits the gutted remains of what might have been a homeless man, his entrails spread out and around him, over his body and splashed on the floor, nearly touching the various feet and hands of the three creatures, a pattern and design both arcane and indecipherable to the Trio in the Tunnel.

The Woman's song continues in the high tongue, her skill with such evident in the homid shape, though it remains garbled and somewhat half-formed for the lack of appropriate body parts to give it full description.

[Lights Out]
[Primal-Urge+Perception]

[Brother of the Lost]
[Wits + leadership]

[Face of Death]
[percept + primal urge, diff 8]

[Brother of the Lost]
Re-roll

[Riot]
to Brother of the Lost
Tactical:

The Tunnel carries sound with fierce distance, crafting disturbance of a whisper and warcry of a conversation. Her song was audible from blocks away, what would their own words be so close here?

The room itself is a broad thing, the distance ahead capable of being covered easily, but not before being seen by the Galliard woman in the garish orange lighting over their heads.

The Ritual seems to be wrapping up slowly. Not long now but still some time.

[Brother of the Lost]
He was the type to look before he leaped. Those eyes, in fact, said that he was the type that probably preferred looking to leaping period. He had a Ahroun in his pack. There was a reason why he deferred to her at times of war.

Boy carried himself low in the muck, the grey and brown wolf watching the proceedings with exceeding curiosity. He does however turn to each of them, to the Fenrir and the Fury, and gives a silent lift of his head to each, as if asking what they thought of the whole thing.

[Face of Death]
Joey's hackles rise and her lips peel back from sharp teeth on sight of the human sacrifice, but she does not growl. She does not move forward to attack. She told Brother of the Lost that she would follow him. So far he's done nothing to prove himself an unworthy leader.

The turning point is now, however. She waits to see what action he will order them to. Not Gaians, he'd said. There's the evidence of a human sacrifice on the floor before them, and what looks like an initiation taking place with a Fostern Galliard at the head.

When the Uktena turns for their opinions, he'll see the stocky grey and white wolf poised to fight, to leap forward and rip out the Galliard's throat. But she holds back, waiting waiting waiting. She is not the one in charge here.

[Lights Out]
None of them are wolf-born. While this form is just as natural to them as any other of their acquired forms, this is not how they learned to communicate with other Garou, and this is not how they were used to seeing the world prior to their First Changes.

Charlie seems to realize this, and so he attempts to convey as much as he can through body posture as he does through huffs and quiet growls.

Full Moon protects Moon Dancer. Rage heavy.

[Wits+Expression: Be Quiet! Diff: 9 - Stealth.]

[Brother of the Lost]
Boy's eyes change with that knowledge. They become hungry. Ravenous. His Rage twitches darkly, tingles at the two by his side as he turns that dangerous gaze toward the Crinos full moon, lifting lightly off his haunches, nose and tail in a straight line. He doesn't growl. Doesn't snarl his intention, but its clear who he was going for.

And in the next instant he took off, bolting into the fray, but not unannounced. This cavernous opening made a war cries out of whispers and as he ran, using his Rage to change from a small four-footed runner to a snarling beast of war, he let out his own war cry, hoping the cavern would make an army of the three.

[Brother of the Lost]
[Charisma+Intimidation, diff 7, 1 WP]

[Face of Death]
It's clear who Boy is going to target.

Joey trots forward to nudge her friend. They're not pack, yet. But Joey has fought with Charlie more than anyone else in this city. She trusts him in a fight like she would trust almost no one else.

She brushes her shoulder against his, and points her nose in the direction of the Crinos full moon, and hopes her intention is clear.

Focus fire.

[Lights Out]
Brother of the Lost goes tearing into the amphitheater-like junction in the tunnels without giving any further instruction to the two non-packmates who have agreed to follow him, and Lights Out cuts a quick glance to his friend right before she nudges him with her shoulder.

The Fury and the Fenrir have known each other for almost three months, now. They are still miles away from complete understanding of why they act the way they act, but in battle, they've come to trust and rely on each other. All Face of Death has to do is indicate the direction that the Uktena has gone, and a chuff leaves Lights Out's sinuses. A few loping steps forward, and he's abandoning his wolf skin for the hulking body he was born in.

[Face of Death]
[+10]

[Lights Out]
[+7]

[Brother of the Lost]
7

[Riot]
(Klosk the Ahroun: 5 +...)

[Riot]
(Grislak the Annoited: 6 +...)

[Riot]
(Rassah: 8 +...)

[Riot]
BSDs are all at -4 init

Joey: 20
Boy: 16
Charlie: 13
Rassah: 13
Grislak: 10
Klosk: 5

Declare Reverse.

[Riot]
Klosk

A rumbling bellow erupts with sudden fierce surprise, as the Ahroun whirls in place to receive the collection of Gaians, Ahroun instincts are battle strong and fierce, but he seems to have been unsuspecting. He lunges to his feet, ready to meet Boy's charge, claws out and arms spread, to catch him in a great hug.

(initial Action: Bear Clinch, Boy.
Rage 1: Use Boy to block Joey
Rage 2: Bite Boy's head)

[Riot]
Grislak

The naked woman screams in response to being interrupted, the scream of surprise turning to a shriek of outrage, even as she levels a finger at the Intruders. Her gaze tracks through them suddenly and viciously, even as a snarl rips through changing lips, the Crinos shape forming around her.

(Intial: 1 gnosis. Curse of Hatred on Joey)

[Riot]
Raasah

...And the small pudgy girl, whirls in place, blanching openly as she back peddles into her Hispo shape, coming down on her haunches and readying for a lunging snap at Charlie's mid-section.

(1 Rage: shift to hispo.
Initial Action: Bite Charlie's ribcage.
Rage 1: Bite Charlie's leg.)

[Lights Out]
[Split Action: Flank Klosk/Claw Klosk/Claw Klosk. Rage Action: Claw Grislak.]

[Face of Death]
[1W activate Resist Pain, 1R shift to Hispo
split: bite/bite Klosk]

[Brother of the Lost]
DECLARE!

Reflexive - 1 WP: Activate Resist Pain, 1 Rage: Snapshift to Crinos

1a: Body tackle Klosk
1b: Block for Joey
1c: Block for Charlie

R1: Claw Grislak's eyes out

[Face of Death]
[1a: bite Klosk: dex + 1 (Twister) + 2 (hispo) + brawl -2 (split)]

[Face of Death]
[damage: str + 1 (twister) + 3 (Hispo) +2 + 2]

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Face of Death]
[1b: bite Klosk: dex + 1 (Twister) + 2 (hispo) + brawl -3 (split)]

[Face of Death]
[damage: str + 1 (twister) + 3 (Hispo) +2 + 0]

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Brother of the Lost]
Dex+Str, -3 for split

[Brother of the Lost]
Stay up! [Dex+Ath]

[Riot]
(Dex + Ath, Klosk to remain on his feet. Diff. 9)

[Brother of the Lost]
Damage: Crinos Str +2

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Lights Out]
[Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw Klosk. -4 pool (split), -2 diff (part. immobilized).]

[Lights Out]
[Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +2 (suxx).] [A]

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Lights Out]
[Third Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw Klosk. -5 pool (split), -2 diff (part. immobilized).]

[Riot]
Rassah: Bite Charlie's ribcage. Dex 6 + Brawl 1. Diff 5)

[Brother of the Lost]
Block -4

[Riot]
(Strength 5 + 2 hispo + 2 sux)

[Lights Out]
[Soak!]

[Riot]
(Grislak the Anointed: Curse of Hatred on Joey. Manipulation 3 + Exp 2. Diff 4)

[Riot]
(Klosk: Changing Initial Action: Claw at Boy's legs. Dex 3 + Brawl 3. Diff 6 + 1)

[Riot]
(Str 8 + 1 sux + 1 claw)

[Brother of the Lost]
Block -5, 1 WP

[Brother of the Lost]
Rage Action: Claw Grislak's eyes out

[Dex+Brawl, +2 diff]

[Brother of the Lost]
[Damage: Str+1(Claw)+2(Called shot)+2(Suxx)=12

[Lights Out]
[Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw Grislak.]

[Lights Out]
[Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +2 (suxx).] [A]

[Riot]
(Raasah: Bite Charlie's leg. Dex 6 + Brawl 1. Diff 5 - 1 Flank, due to Charlie's attention split between other two BSD)

[Riot]
(Str 5 + 5 sux + 2 hispo)

[Lights Out]
[Soak!]

[Riot]
(Klosk: Changing first Rage Action: Claw Boy's leg again. Dex 3 + Brawl 3. diff. 6 + 1)

[Riot]
(Str 8 + claw 1)

[Brother of the Lost]
Soak

[Riot]
(And Last Rage action from Klosk Changing: Bite Resilient Boy's hip and kidney area. Dice pool 6. diff 5 + 1)

[Riot]
(Str 8 + 4 sux + 1 bite)

[Brother of the Lost]
SOAK!

[Riot]
The Gaians lunge into battle, the Spirals turning with slowed reactions as Boy's warbling scream of fury, tears through the cavern's depths and bounces off the walls into ear canals:

As the Philodox descends, the Fenrir is already moving around him, low to the ground and gnashing teeth, yet find no purchase or puncture in the tough Ahroun's flesh, as the Crinos rears to his feet...

Only to fall backward to the ground with a head rattling thump, as Boy thunders into him with reckless force. The Philodox lands and takes his eyes off of the Ahroun momentarily, to bat at the snapping jaws of the young hispo digging at Charlie, a clawed hand swiping out to slap at the Spiral's head, pushing it aside enough that the teeth fail to penetrate through Charlie's toughened hide.

The Theurge's own claws join Boy's as the Rage plumes around them, Grislak's shrieks of outrage turning into cries of pain as she collapses backwards, a broad chunk cut across her ribs from Charlie's claws and her face a ragged and ribboned mess from Boy's own.

Yet the moment of victory is short-lived as the jaws of the huddled Hispo Spiral, lunge inward and snap around Charlie's right leg, gnashing down and twisting side to side in a brief moment of resistance, before they crunch through bone and blood begins to pour out of Charlie's severed stump, just above the knee, crinos leg falling to the ground twitching, as blood soaks across the Hispo Spiral's jaws.

Meanwhile, the Ahroun on the ground slashes clumsily at the air, missing and bouncing effortlessly off of Boy's hide, teeth snapping and dragging free of the Hip without any damage showing.

(Charlie: 4 Agg. Missing Leg. +1 Difficulty to all Dexterity Rolls.
Joey: Fine.
Boy: Fine
Grislak: 5 Agg. Blind.
Klosk: Fine (Healing 1 bashing auto)
Raasah: Fine.

Joey: +1 Rage for Charlie's injury.
Boy: +1 Rage for Charlie's injury.
Charlie: +1 Rage for Injury.
Grislak: +1 Rage for injury.

New Inits)

[Face of Death]
[+10]

[Riot]
(Klosk 5 +...)

[Riot]
(Grislak: 6 +..)

[Riot]
(Raasah: 10 +...)

[Brother of the Lost]
[+7]

[Lights Out]
[+7]

[Riot]
Raasah: 19
Charlie: 14
Boy: 14
Joey: 12
Grislak: 7
Klosk: 8

Declare Reverse

[Riot]
Grislak

Shrieking peels of pain rip free of the Galliard as she collapses backward, supported by one hand planted, the other to her ruined face.

"My Face! You Gaian Wretches![/i] A gurgled scream of heightening madness, before the Fur begins to sprout.

(1 Rage: Shift to Crinos.
1 Rage: Ignore Stun.
Initial Action: Call of the Wyld.
Rage Action: Anthem of War.)

[Riot]
Klosk

The Meaty ahroun finally begins to pull himself back to his feet, snarling and roaring as he lunges forward, the intent once again, to wrap Boy up in his embrace, jaws flicking drool to all sides.

(Initial Action: Get up. 1 full action.
Rage 1: Bear Hug boy.
Rage 2: Bite Boy's head)

[Face of Death]
[Seeing her friend's leg torn from his body, Joey lets out a snarl, and snaps her jaws at Grislak.

split: bite/bite/bite Klosk, WP on last bite
R: Bite Raasah]

[Face of Death]
[oops, that narrative should be for Klosk, no Grislak]

[Lights Out]
Hitting the ground, Lights Out does not stop swinging. He calls on Bear's gift to ignore the searing pain shooting up from where his knee used to be, and whips around to claw at the bitch who crippled him.

[Reflexive: -1 WP, Resist Pain.
Split Action: Claw/Claw Raasah. Rage Action 1: Claw! Rage Action 2: Claw 'gain!]

[Brother of the Lost]
Despite his efforts he couldn't keep them all from harm. Boy catches sight of the Hispo carting off the Theurge's leg and he feels his own hot Rage welling up in him. They had to end this quickly.

Declare:

1a: Bite and tear out Klosk's throat while he's still on the ground.
1b: Bite and tear out Grislak's throat
1c: Take a hit for Charlie

R1: Block for Charlie
R2: Block again!

[Riot]
Raasah

Blood still fresh on her jaws, the Hispo body looks almost as if it is about to Lunge forward at Charlie, when Grislak's shriek of madness reaches her ears, turning her attention briefly and swiftly from the Gallaird who would be her alpha, to the one seeking to do her harm again...

Jaws rake out and snap in quick succession.

(Split Action: Bite Boy/Bite Charlie
Last Rage: Bite Joey)

[Riot]
(Raasah; First split: Dex 6 + Brawl 1. - 2 dice. Bite Boy's mid-section. Diff 5)

[Riot]
(Str 5 + hispo 2 + 3 sux)

[Brother of the Lost]
Soak!

[Riot]
(Raasah: Bite Charlie's Collarbone. Dex 6 + Brawl 1 - 3 dice. Diff 5)

[Riot]
(Str 5 + hispo 2 + 2 sux)

[Lights Out]
[Soak!]

[Brother of the Lost]
Block-5, 1 WP

[Riot]
(Re-roll Damage: Str 5 + hispo 2)

[Brother of the Lost]
Bite Klosk's Throat out, -3 for split, +2 called shot

[Brother of the Lost]
[Damage: Crinos Str+ 2 for called shot +1 for Bite=10]
HAIL KAHSEENO!

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Brother of the Lost]
[Bite What's-her-name's throat out, -4, diff ]

[Brother of the Lost]
DAMAGE +2 +1 +2

[Riot]
(Grislak: Soak)

[Riot]
(Grislak Rage back)

[Lights Out]
[First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw Raasah! -2 pool (split), +1 diff (he's got a leg off).]

[Lights Out]
[Stamina]

[Face of Death]
[1a: bite Klosk's torso area: dex + brawl -3 (split)]

[Face of Death]
[damage: str + 2 + 0]

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Face of Death]
[1b: bite Klosk: dex + brawl -4 (split)]

[Face of Death]
[damage: str + 2 + 3]

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Face of Death]
[1c: bite Klosk: dex + brawl -5 (split) +WP]

[Face of Death]
[damage: str + 2 + 4]

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Riot]
(Rage back klosk)

[Riot]
(Grislak: Changing Actions: Claw blindly. Targets in Range: Boy (Odds) and Raasah (Evens).

[Riot]
(clawing Raasah: Dex 4 + brawl 2. No wound penalties for frenzy. Diff 6 + 2 blind)

[Riot]
(Raasah: Bite Joey. Dex 6 + Brawl 1. Diff 5 - 1 flank, for Joey's split attention on Klosk and Grislak.)

[Brother of the Lost]
Block!

[Riot]
(Str 5 + 5 sux + 2 Hispo)

[Face of Death]
[SOAK + talen]

[Brother of the Lost]
Claw out Rasah's eyes, +2 diff

[Face of Death]
[bite Klosk: dex + brawl]

[Face of Death]
[damage: str + 2 + 3]

[Face of Death]
[MOAR DAMAGE: +5 dice]

[Riot]
(Soak)

[Riot]
The Battle rages and things grow desperate:

The Galliard climbs back to her feet, crinos lips peeling and drooping from the damage dealt, only to fall backward with an awkward gurgle as her throat is torn free by the reaching jaws of the Philodox Uktena, the issue of Rage slamming her into the ground, even as the burn of the inner fire, seals the wound partially and pulls her back to her feet, madness and hate in her eyes.

Hate enough to swing at her wound be packmate, though blindly and missing.

Boy's teeth dig hard 'round on the fallen Ahroun as well, ripping free his throat alongside his would-be Alpha's, the Ahroun falling backward with a gurgle of surprise, that is silenced forever by the snapping jaws of the Rotagar that comes down atop him almost a split second after the fall.

Charlie's breath is coming in short gasps, the flesh beneath his fur paling at an alarming rate as he pushes the pain to the back of his mind. Yet the constant strain and struggle, the sudden urge to continue...it proves to be too much, as the Metis collapses back to the ground with a limp sort of shudder, body wracked with vicious convulsions, foam beginning to peek from the corners of his jaws even as more blood surges from the wound.

And the quick Hispo, yet untouched but steadily growing more aggitated with events, takes a snapping bite at Charlie on the ground, only to be battered aside again by Boy's question arm, keeping her at bay from doing anymore damage.

(Klosk: Dead.
Grislak: 6 Agg. Frenzy.
Raasah: Fine.

Joey: Fine.
Boy: Fine.
Charlie: 6 Agg. bleeding out. Still stunned.

New inits.)

[Riot]
(Grislak: 7 +...)

[Face of Death]
[+10]

[Riot]
Raasah 10 +...

[Brother of the Lost]
7

[Riot]
Joey: 15
Grislak: 13
Boy: 13 (simultaneous as Gris)
Raasah: 12
Charlie stunned.

Declare Reverse)

[Riot]
Raasah

Her alpha gone insane. Her packmate broken and dead. The little hispo twitches in place momentarily, hesitating enough to slow her pace. Her growls grow vaguely whinish, even as the screams of madness from her would-be Alpha, surge around her.

She makes a desperate snap toward the nearest of the Gaians, an attacker, or if none, Charlie, before trying to escape.

Split action: Bite whoever comes closest/is closest/Run

[Riot]
(Grislak)

Shrieking Fury. Blind hate. A monster true with slashing claws and large steps.

(Initial Action: Claw.
Rage 1: Claw
Rage 2: Claw.

Targets chosen at Random when actions come up)

[Brother of the Lost]
"PULL BACK!" Boy Bellows, even as he himself leaps forward, Horrbile arms grasping at the body of the Hispo wolf. "GET LIGHTS OUT AWAY!" He shouts to the only other person that can possibly hear him. Boy Drives with his shoulder, shoving the Hispo toward the Frenzying galliard.

Reflexive: Issue orders

1a: Grapple Raasah
1b: Shove Raasah toward Grislak

[Face of Death]
[Their initial target down, Joey is finally free to go after the one who hurt her friend. Boy tells her to drag Charlie away, but he's too weak to be moved in the forms they're both in. So she moves to guard the convulsing body of her friend.

action: Defensive stance: Meatshield for Charlie]

[Brother of the Lost]
Grapple: Dex+Brawl, -2

[Brother of the Lost]
[I SHOVE JOO!]

[Riot]
(Raasah. break Free, terrified of approaching alpha. Str. 5. Diff 7)

[Riot]
(Grislak: Claw. Dex 4 + Brawl 2. No would penalties. Random target: Boy = Odds. Raasah = Evens + 1 and 3.)

[Riot]
(Claw on boy)

[Riot]
(Strength 7 + 1)

[Riot]
(Raasah Soak)

[Riot]
(Same Random as before)

[Riot]
(Claw: 6 dice. 8 diff)

[Riot]
The Battle's last vestiges are a whimper and little else:

Boy lunges forward with a Howl of Orders, wrapping an arm around the small Hispo as it tries to wriggle free, only for the Philodox's strength to over power her just enough, as the smaller hispo shape intercepts the blow Grislak's blind lashing casts toward Boy. Raasah is torn open along the belly and flank, guts and internals spilling out onto the ground, a choking whine turned gurgle erupting as she falls to the ground between the Galliard and Boy.

Grislak gives one final surge of breathless fury, claws reaching into the air, before something sighs across her jaws and she falls forward across her would-be cubling's body, collapsing into death with a final wheeze.

The blood pumping from Charlie's severed limb is beginning to wane in amount, his pale flesh beneath the torn tufts of fur, growing ashen, his body cooling rapidly...

And silence suddenly reigns.

(end combat

Spirals: Dead.
Joey: Fine. 1 WP 1 Rage
Boy: Fine. 1 WP 1 Rage
Charlie: 7 Agg. Incap and Dying)

[Brother of the Lost]
Perhaps if she'd submitted, the Philodox in Boy would have taken pity on Raasah. Perhaps he'd drag her back to their caern and bring her before the guardians and the elders. Perhaps they could reform her, and with the secrets she knew, he could call her sister. Tribemate.

Perhaps, thats what he considers as he tugs at the limp paw of the young Hispo Spiral. Its not very likely though. The others probably wouldn't be that forgiving. And even if they were...he wasn't that kind of philodox.

Boy gives one last huff of satisfaction as he turns his back to the pile of bodies, still cautious that any one of them might rise up again. When he finally rejoins Joey and Charlie, he crouches in his birth form by the Theurge's side, still anger-hot eyes staring at the mess that's been made of him.

He looks up at Joey, a hint of doubt and worry in his eyes.

"Can you heal him?"

[Brother of the Lost]
[Int+Medicine, diff 7]

[Face of Death]
With the Spirals dead, Joey is now free to go about the business of literally putting her friend back together. She doesn't wait, doesn't listen to any orders Boy might give. Charlie is bleeding, the only thing that matters is keeping Charlie from bleeding out.

Her body shifts and contorts and becomes smaller, until she's a cute athletic blonde girl again, blood smeared across her lower face and dripping down her throat to stain her collar. A small clay pot is pulled from a pouch of her bag, which she sets on the floor.

There's a burn of rage, a sudden quick burst, and she's standing in her war form, and looking for Charlie's severed leg. When it's found, she sets it against the bleeding stump of his knee. She looks to the Uktena, motions for him to hold -- and perhaps correct -- the placement of Charlie's leg before she picks up the small clay pot, tiny and delicate in her massive clawed paws.

[Face of Death]
[-1 gnosis for 4 suxx on Gaia's Breath to heal the leg]

[Brother of the Lost]
Boy blinks at that, and then at Joey, and moves to take the severed leg in his hands, lining the bones, muscles and tendons up as well as he can. He nods to Joey when he's ready.

[Face of Death]
She waits until Boy is in place, and crushes the tiny clay pot between thumb and forefinger, sprinkling its remains onto the place where Charlie's shin should meet his leg. Neither Boy nor Joey are experts at this. The leg is not set exactly right, but it will have to do for now. Bone reattaches, ligaments stretch into place, and skin knits back together.

Joey shifts down into her birth form once again, and waits for Charlie to come to. There's a look that crosses her face as she waits for her friend's convulsions to stop. It's worry. The last time she saw him in Crinos after a fight, he had been on the brink of frenzy. His rage had been out of control for days after.

She remembers she's not the only one here, and turns to Boy. Her mouth quirking in something like a smile, "Thanks." And she pushes herself away from Charlie's prone body, removes from her bag the things she needs to cleanse the area, and sets about performing the ritual.

[char + rit]

[Brother of the Lost]
[Char+Rituals, diff 7]

After the battle...

[Boy]

The fight was over, and slowly but surely the feeling of wrongness, the feeling that something akin to utter doom was looming over them, is fading. But to make sure, they will cleanse this place, and the disgusting things they have killed in it. Boy was barely scratched in this fight, and even that was a wound suffered so that someone else wouldn't have to. That someone being Liam. He's been dragging bodies and parts into a single large pile ready to be cleansed. Its not tiring work, but its disgusting. And so, he takes a break, whipping blood and puss off his arms and clothes.

[Liam]

It had been a long evening for all them. Tracking and fighting and cleaning up one mess after another. Sometimes it seemed like the duties of a garou were never over. And they were never easy, either. Liam had taken quite a beating in the last fight. His hispo form was torn and bloodied in numerous places, flaps of skin hanging open where the fomori had sliced into him with its claws. When he approached the Uktena, he was limping on three legs, but he seemed to be holding up, in spite of it. The gift that the Child of Gaia used to ward off the pain had faded, but nonetheless he'd been making an effort to assist in as much of the cleanup as he could. He was panting slightly, long tongue hanging out of open jaws. Liam had remained in this form due to his injuries, but it wasn't the best way to communicate, so with a tired sigh, he slowly shifted back to his birth form. Almost instantly, blood started pouring fresh from his wounds, and he fell back against a tree, holding his head as if dizzy. "I wanted to say thank you. For what you did, back in the fight. Taking that blow for me." He looked up, blinking as a bit of blood oozed into one of his eyes from a wound somewhere on his head, and gave a slow, meaningful nod. "I'm grateful for it."

[Boy]

Boy grimaced when he saw the Hispo limping his way. Liam shouldn't have been walking around like that. Then again, that was him. That was Boy just a few months ago, after tearing the eyes out of a giant metal monstrosity. He'd been the one beaten to within an inch of his life and insisting on making himself useful. When Liam shifts and his wounds begin to seep anew, Boy tsks. He rushes to him, telling him what they told him when he was in Liam's shoes. "You shouldn't be moving around. You fought well. You showed your strength. There's no shame in taking it easy for a little while." He didn't address Liam's thanks or his gratefulness. Boy started with his own shirt, huffing slightly at the cold there in the woods, and with his teeth and arms began ripping it into ribbons. "I lose more and more clothes this way."

[Liam]

Liam lifted his hand quickly as the philodox began to sacrifice his shirt, shaking his head back and forth in a gesture of refusal. He'd been hurt this badly before, and knew what needed to be done to take care of the wounds, but it was evident he had something to say first. The galliard had left his own shirt back by the parking lot out of habit, since he'd never dedicated one, so Boy was getting a nice view of the older man's wounded torso, which had been pretty much torn to ribbons. Small wonder the Uktena was showing so much concern. "It's ok. Please don't... it'd just be a waste. I'll shift back in a moment. I just wanted to talk to you. You... you have a lot of honor, Brother of the Lost. More than most your age. More than me, certainly." At this he gave an amused little grin, which looked a bit disturbing considering his bloody state. "I heard about the trouble you've been having with your pack totem. Black Unicorn is... not an easy one to follow. He demands much. Too much, sometimes. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." From the way he was speaking, you might think that he had some experience with this particular spirit.

[Boy]

He paused when Liam stopped him, looking at his exposed ribs and muscle, and the blood that settles and flows between breaths. You have a lot of honor Liam tells him, and Boy's eyes pop up to his. He looks confused, somehow. It might have been the truth but Boy certainly wasn't expecting that. And then Liam begins talking about Black Unicorn and their troubles. Boy's gaze drops. He lowers himself to a crouch, encouraging Liam to at least do the same, at least get off his feet. If the blood loss should be too great, if he faints, at least he won't have far to fall. He doesn't say any of this, of course. He just crouches, and motions for Liam to ease his way down. "Not too much. Just...too much for any one person. Its me, y'see. I've lost focus." He huffs, tugging his shirt back on. "Look. My packmates aint here even now."

[Liam]

Boy suggested that they sit, and Liam seemed to agree with this idea. He slid down until he hit the ground gently, knees up and back still against the tree. He had to catch his breath for a moment, and as he did so, he glanced up at the sky. The stars were brighter out here than they ever were in the city. It made him miss being back East. Boy spoke of losing focus. Blamed himself, as any good alpha would do. Liam nodded gently in response, though this was more a gesture of understanding than agreement. "Being an alpha is never easy. You can't predict the future, and you can't save everyone. Don't be so hard on yourself." He coughed a little. "My first pack followed black unicorn, so I understand what you're going through." There was a long pause then before he relayed the next thing he had to say. "My former alpha and another packmate died because they tried to save others. Because they tried to do what they'd been charged to do. In my opinion... one of those that they saved wasn't worth the loss." One might think him rather cold-hearted to say something like that, were it not for the fact that when he glanced back in Boy's direction, he raised a hand and pointed at himself. "It's a bitter memory. I don't mean to speak ill of your totem. There is much honor in following it. I just... sometimes I think the price is too high."

[Boy]

Boy blinks slowly, listening to Liam's story. They'd talked about this. He and Marrick had it in their minds at all times. He knew that if he had died out here, if things had gone onl slightly different, Marrick would have to come find him. She'd clean his body and take it back across the hundreds of miles that they'd come. And he knew that, on any given night, he might be called to her to do the same. "We're gonna die anyway, -yuf. If it had been me being torn apart by those things tonight, I'm not sure any of the others would have taken the final blow for me. Sure they'd tear the thing apart and say that I was avenged, but I'd still be dead. And what would it be for then?" His lips purse together, and Liam can see his jaws tighten and release in the motion of his cheeks and the rippling of his skull just behind his eyes. "Winds Meeting. The sept I'm from. Half of them, Dead in two nights. Mothers. Sisters. Dead. Fathers and Brothers, and those that didn't leave anyone behind to mourn them. Dead. Some of them died defending. We honor them. Others were just slaughtered, and the only thing we've got to remember 'em by is..." His hand lifts to his chest, clutching at his shirt, and for a quick second he has to catch his own breath. "...Pain. Do you...do you see what I'm gettin at?"

[Liam]

"I'm a gibbous moon." Liam smiled a little, bitterly. "Trust me, I understand." Moon dancers remembered. And they felt. And they sang. But most of all... they remembered. Requiem for the Lost would remember every bit of pain he'd ever felt for as long as he remained alive, and likely... on into the spirit world. He took a slow breath, and you could hear the rasping in his lungs, as if blood was pooling there. "I've got half of a pack, now. Less than that, even, but it's something. Art's a good guy. He'd have taken a blow for me, as you did. You're right... not that many of us would do that. We fight for glory. We fight... to prove something. As if any of that really matters, in the end. If we don't take care of each other, we have nothing. We're worth nothing." Then he was silent as he gave the Uktena a long, meaningful glance. "I hope I get the chance to return the favor for you, some day. You and Bones to Dust... would be welcome in out pack, if you ever found yourselves of the inclination."

[Boy]

Again, Boy blinks. His mouth trembles as if he's considering saying something. As if he's considering hard just what to say. Eventually he decides on: "And you in ours, yuf." Boy nods slowly, only his head doesn't come back up. Liam can see his eyes dancing, his gears spinning. "Though, in all honesty, I hope you never actually have to return that favor. But...I look forward to fighting by your side again some day."

[Liam]

Liam nodded, but he didn't say anything else. He'd already broached a number of difficult subjects for one evening. Perhaps it was best merely to let them sink in, for now. So on that note, the Gaian lifted himself off of the ground with some considerable effort, pausing as he got to his feet to catch his breath. "I think... it's time for me to try and get home, and find my pack-mate. It was good talking to you, -yuf. Thank you again." Then he turned and began to make his way back down through the woods. His body shivered and snapped, melting back into the dark-furred form of a wolf. Then... he was gone. Presumably back into the penumbra in order to make traveling less conspicuous.

If you go out to the woods today...(Jamie's scene)

[Administrator]

Requiem for the Lost, welcome to Tekakwitha Woods (Now)

[Null Moon]

[I've ST'd for about half of you before. These are the ground rules that I expect everyone to follow for the scene to go smoothly and end on time: 1. Keep narrative posts to less than 10 minutes and inits/declares/rolls to 3 minutes or you'll be skipped. Don't make me chase you down. 2. Pay attention to the chat: that's how I will be communicating with everyone. 3. Do not ask me questions in PMs or the chat. IM questions to me--it makes a different noise and will catch my attention. 4. If I make a mistake, feel free to bring it to my attention; if another player makes a mistake and I don't catch it, let it go. 5. Keep track of your own tempers; I will be keeping track of your health levels. Other than that, have fun! I'll be dropping a post in a few minutes.]

[Null Moon]

They're all here for a reason. There have been reports of Bane activity out near Tekakwitha Woods, according to those who have their ear to the ground and their sights set beyond the city's limits. It could be a blight, these reports go, or it could be a case of a pierced Gauntlet; there is very little indication as to what it is that is going on out there, but on the night of the 24th, a waxing half, some of them having followed the directions and the coordinates given to them prior to their car-pooling out of the city, others of them out here studying, still others yet simply out watching the leaves change. Those who are already here can hear whispering from the spirits, indeterminate and unintelligible to their untrained ears, beckoning them until they follow. Those who are coming from the city have to look carefully to find the turn. It is not the park itself that serves as their destination, but a large tract of land across the river, between Blackhawk County Forest and Vasa Park, just off of Route 31. There are no placards or markers identifying the place. There is a single black SUV parked to the left of a dark, wood-lined path leading south, and there is a single sign posted: NO TRESPASSING As the Garou climb out of whatever vehicle they came in, set their feet on the ground and take their first breath of night air, it almost has to seem as though the woods have eyes: something is watching them.

[Administrator]

Brother of the Lost, welcome to Tekakwitha Woods (Now)

[Gut Song]

Whatever vehicles have come wandering up in this direction are given a flash of a figure on the left side of the road: Broad, volume thick clothing, dirty and torn in patches. Sleeves so long they dangle near to the knee. A broad hood hangs and dangles far forward to shroud whatever features exist on the other side, while the slog of garrison boots is steady and of a narrow path, as if the destination in question had already been decided and wariness was the only thing keeping a hitch in his gait. He doesn't turn for vehicles or shift in place, stepping marginally off the side of the road and onto the shoulder, as headlights peel up into his peripheral, waving those within on with the casual flick of a long sleeved arm.

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) Joey's heard the talk of trouble in the woods. It's the main reason she's out here. The other reason, which is also the reason her car is, for once, cruising along around the speed limit, is the changing of the leaves. There are leaves that change in Vegas, mostly on decorative trees in well manicured, well watered lawns. But this is different, and the differences between the lake area of the country and the desert zone fascinate the Rotagar. She finds herself turning down the road, and pulling up to the right side of the main drive, away from the SUV. She steps out of Cassius and locks him down. It's not like her to act on her own, and yet she needs to. She needs to get used to this, needs to know what it means to be without a pack again. She's dressed in jeans and her bomber jacket over her old grey hoody, the hood pulled up to protect her blonde head from the elements, from the chill. There's a button pinned to her collar, the kind kids put on their hats or their bags. It's dark, with the symbol for Earth painted onto its surface. [Go go gadget soak talen!]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Liam didn't have a car anymore. It made getting around a bit difficult at times, but being the resourceful creature that he was, he usually managed in spite of it. Today he'd bummed a ride off of his band manager, insisting without giving much of an explanation that he needed to get out to Tekakwitha Woods. There were rumors circulating about this place. Something... wasn't right. A large black van pulled up to the parking lot, idling as the galliard exchanged a few words with the kinfolk who'd driven him. Then the door opened and Requiem for the Lost jumped out, shutting it behind him with a resounding *whump* before the vehicle drove away. The Gaian was dressed as he usually was, in his dedicated jeans, with a black t-shirt and a leather jacket covering the top half. A cold wind ruffled through his hair, and he reached down and snuggled his hands into his jacket pockets as he looked around. Apparently a couple of the Fenrir had gotten the same idea that he had. Liam gave a friendly nod to Joey, and a somewhat more reserved one to Thomas.

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewan's jeep pulled into the parking lot and around. Backing into a space. Parking then powering down. The door opened and he slipped out. Pausing there by the cruiser to look around. Glassy blue eyes taking in the area. Reaching back in he grabbed out a hiking backpack and shouldered it. Tonight he was in sneakers, jeans with a hole in one knee showing the dark gray thermals under. A belt, Long sleeved black tee, covered by a short sleeved green tee. Over it all is an over sized Canadian digital cammo jacket with many pockets. On his head is a black ball cap with gold exclimation point. Sniffing the air, one bony hand slips into a jacket pocket, and he channels some of his spiritual energy into a Bloody bandage. (( 1 Gnosis point to activate Bloody bandage=+3 health levels)) Looking around the parking lot he noticed the other garou. Nodding to them, he broke into motion and heading their direction.*

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) His feet had always been his favorite method of travel. Well, perhaps not his favorite, but as he headed out on the road from the city his own two feet had been more reliable than a hitching thumb. Perhaps it was because of the moon that would soon be crossing the sky. Perhaps they read it in his face or his too intense stare as he hitched his thumb and stared down the cars that passed him by. Perhaps they could feel his Rage coming a touch too close to the surface, tapping at the glass. No matter. Once he was in the trees he was in the clear. The Brown and Grey wolf had better instincts than the Boy anyway. It was the wolf that followed the call of spirits to this place, even though it was the Boy that stepped out of the treeline and onto the parking lot. The bag on his back was held tight to his body. Something needed cleaning here, he'd heard. He'd brought the tools for the job. There was something in the air, the feeling that they were not alone. Boy played at the tangles of twine marked with red clay at his wrist, even while taking note of the other garou that had arrived. (Soak Talen)

[Null Moon]

Some of them can feel it. Not a one of them shares a totem bond with the other, not a one of them can communicate without speaking, can read the other's posture, knows the other's actions before they set about to enact them: some of them are not bound at all, are acting effectively on their own. That doesn't matter. They are out here as warriors of Gaia, as representatives of the Nation. They do not need a totem bond to investigate Bane activity. They congregate, climbing out of muscle cars and vans and Jeeps, not quite familiar but not entirely unfriendly, and as they orient themselves to the environment, that feeling of being watched grows heavier. Not stronger; just thicker. Somewhere along the darkened path, a twig snaps.

[Gut Song]

His first reaction is a guttural sort of thing, flavoured and tinged with the ups and downs of the Jackal's clutch, the Skald stepping up onto the path as the rest have gathered, offering little by way of courtesies to those gathered here at present (Liam receives little more then a sneer and a spitwad at the ground for his nod), followed almost effortlessly by the Skald's casual scan of the area and surroundings. He doesn't offer anything by way of thoughts or speech, regarding the open landscape, cottage and the SUV in the drive way with a bit of distasteful disregard. ...And somewhere in the distance a Twig snaps; his reaction is slower then it might normally be, turning to regard the vicinity from whence it came, gaze narrowing and chin lifting to thrust a homid nose up, an instinctive reaction bled of all humanity. Shoulders hunch, back curves and something akin to a curl begins to form on his lips.

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [percept + alert]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) [Perception+Alertness]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7) [Perc+Alert]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7) (Perception 3 + Alertness 1)

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) *Ewan frowns a bit. The city was his element. This was not.... the city. Twigs snappin' and .... nature being all. Nature like. He glances left.. right.... behind them, forward... even 'up' before doing anything else. (per+Alert+Totem) Turning slowly his glassy clear blue eyes go to the black SUV That was there when he drove up. A bony finger extended towards it and he raised a brow, glancing to the others to see if it was any of theirs.*

[Null Moon]

to Brother of the Lost, Gut Song, Requiem for the Lost [That sound came from somewhere down the path. The tree line is too congested and the wind too noisy to pick up much else; you have an uneasy feeling, though. Whatever you're looking for, it's around here somewhere.]

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewan turned and pointed to the path then touched his ear and nodded. The left hand down by his leg, clenched, his awakened auto revolver appeared in the hand. The spirit eager to kill something. He kept it down by his leg incase any norms popped up or what ever it was coming down the path turned out to be mundane. His voice was soft* Something coming. Big. Fire in the distance...

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Curiosity!]

[Face of Death]

Joey recognizes all of them, from one thing or another. Has fought alongside two of them without talking. Has talked to two of them withought fighting alongside them. Liam is greeted with a grin, the others with an almost imperceptible dip of the head. Her hands are shoved into the pockets of her bomber jacket, and her head turns to look down the path. It's too dark to see what's down that way, what danger lurks within those shadows. She turns to the assembled. A shake of her head. She doesn't know any of them well enough to know who's lead to follow. So she forges her own path. Limb lengthen and joints pop and snap. Where once there was a normal athletic young blonde, there is now a great wolf, body covered in iron grey fur, white patches at her cheeks. Her ears swivel forward, pointing down the trail, and she moves slowly toward the path, curious, but not so overwhelmingly so that she simply bolts off into the woods.

[Requiem for the Lost]

Liam hadn't exactly been expecting a polite response from Thomas, so he didn't seem particularly surprised by the other gibbous moon's behavior. Still, there was a definite spark of irritation in the Gaian's brown eyes. It darkened their normally soft appearance and gave him something of a brooding look. He wasn't here to pick a fight, though. He was here to find out if his help was needed, and that took priority. Liam glanced at the unknown SUV... then a twig snapped down the path and his eyes swung instantly in the direction of the sound, like an animal on alert. For a moment he held still, simply listening... then he started forward. Not towards the path, but towards the trees. He slid his arms out of his jacket and pulled the shirt over his head quickly, tossing them both behind a bush to be gathered up later. Then he disappeared into the undergrowth, attempting to make as little noise as possible while he shifted down to lupus.

[Brother of the Lost]

Those too-intense eyes scan the parking lot, then shoot to the sudden sound of a snapping twig. There was something out there. Something was out there. Perhaps something that found them before they could find it. The whole thing had Boy on edge. He bristled visibly, shoulders bunching around his neck as he crosses the parking lot and heads to the one he knew best, which was funny, considering they'd only met about twice. But Joey was a Ragabash. This he knew. And Joey was fast. This he'd seen for himself. Something big was coming, he'd been told. "How Far?" Boy whispered back the Ewan, even as he turned and leaned in to talk address Joey. Or was about to anyway. Instead, he sees the steel grey wolf heading down the path. A moment later, a brown and grey wolf is striding cautiously beside her.

[Gut Song]

...The pipe slides free of his sleeve with an effortless scrap of newly shaved metal over calloused flesh. the length is in excess of the sleeve it emerges from, prompting one to consider the Talisman Rite havin' been used not too long ago. The metal piece, rolls once over the back of his palm, gaze moving out into the darkness, squinting against some inner turmoil of caution and twist of displeasure. Wide open fields, an unseen presence and rumours of the Wyrm touched, were a good combination for a lot of trouble and a lot of dead Gaians. For the first time, the Skald takes a glance around at those gathered here, spying not a single totem bonded. His sneer turns into a flushed face of hard lines and grimness. When Ewan speaks up, his head cants toward the Metis, tilting just enough to grant a curious cadence. His eyes leap back out into the darkness, hopin' to find the image the Glasswalker is speaking of, only to give up a moment later and return to the Garou present. "...It is important we do not get separated" His voice cracks and breaks in the air around them, a pain upon the nerves and hard to dismiss for it, reaching out toward Joey as she floods into another form "...The further apart each of us is, the worse off we are in such open terrain. None of us are bound and that puts us at risk." Lone wolves was not simply a Term for those that chose or were forced to it. It described the Garou who would wander to War, without his fellows. Suicide, Bravery...it had many names. Hopefully this night would not prove the definition. As his words drip free, choked on a breath, his own shape begins to twist and turn, lengthening and growing as flesh expands and fur sprouts in rapid fields and waves, until the Ashen shape of a Crinos form, gripping the length of the metal pole comfortably, stands where Gut~Song once did, moving to settle into place not far back and to Joey's left side.

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2 [Dex+Stealth+Lupus]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1 [Doo de doo...]

[Administrator]

Warcry, welcome to Tekakwitha Woods (Now)

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Seing others going ahead and shifting to crinos, there was a pause then Ewan reverted to his breed form. Snapping up into the obsidian furred creature of myth. Tilting his head, he called on the gift of his totem. Activating "Ears of the Bat"*

[Face of Death]

She wasn't moving very fast. Though Laughs in the Face of Death is not renowned throughout the sept for her sense of forethought, for her intelligence, or for her ability to lead, she's not so foolish as to simply barrel ahead without knowing what lies ahead. Gut Song calls out, says they should stay in a group. Joey pauses at the mouth of the trail, looks over her shoulder at the Crinos Skald, tips it up. Come on, then.

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6) She'd told Joey she wasn't going to come. She had a report to finish for GW.Net or something. She had writing she wanted to do. She had a story to practice telling, a song to sing, toenails to paint, an offer to consider, something...something. Always something. Except now she's here. She changed her mind. She got finished early. Something, something, always something. And she's not in homid. She's in hispo, stepping out of the penumbra near her pack sister, a massive beast with gleaming blue eyes and fur that's mostly the color of charcoal, bits of lighter gray and white and pure black here and there. She's already prepared. [Soak Talen]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [Perception + Alertness]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Through the trees, the shadow of a wolf crept carefully, silently beside the path, all the while trying to see what it was that may have made that sound. Hos nostrils flared as he scented the air, ears twitching forward. Listening. Watching.

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewan whispers out in the high tongue* People, moving single file, foot path just beyond the bend... *he moves then to form up with Laughs and Warcry. Nodding to the ladies*

[Null Moon]

Requiem for the Lost shifts down into his wolf skin and attempts to set off into the woods in search of whatever it is that is shuffling and scuffling about in the dark. He doesn't make a sound that any of them can detect, doesn't breathe heavy or brush into anything or even seem to have a scent... and yet he's been heard. Spin Doctor alerts the rest of the group to the coming people, but Requiem for the Lost is the one who gets the first view of them as they come around the bend: anyone who has ever seen a B-movie about back woods mountain folk has seen these people before. Wearing stained overalls and slack-jawed expressions, there are five tall, giggling males and one hag of a female moving straight for Requiem for the Lost. Half of them have claws protruding from the back of their hands; the other half have fangs that gleam in the half moonlight. The air is different this far from the city, the sky clearer and brighter, but sound doesn't travel as well in the city. "Go awayyy!" the largest of the males bellows, seconds before the group charges Requiem for the Lost. [Iniiits!]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 [+9]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 [+8]

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 8

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 Her massive head and elongated, sharp-toothed muzzle swings this way and that briefly as she re-orients herself to the physical realm. She whuffs at Joey in greeting, glancing at Boy and Ewan and Thomas. She is vaguely aware of Liam up ahead, and then she's aware of something else. Her ears flick forward, then fold back. She snarls quietly in echo to the other Glasswalker, affirmative. She chuffs a breath out, and eyes Liam up ahead. She's scowling, but then, hispo wolves almost always look like they're scowling. She starts walking forward just ahead of the Ragabash to her left, and when they see the Hill Folk come around the bend, she lets out a sharp battlecry of a bark and lunges. [+10]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 [+10]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Init. 9 +...)

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 [The Waltons, +7]

[Null Moon]

[ROUND ONE -- FIGHT! Sinclair: 20 Boy: 17 Liam: 16 Joey: 14 The Waltons: 14 Thomas: 10 Ewan: 9 Declare in reverse order. Keep declares/rolls to 3 minutes or you'll be skipped. Go go go go!]

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewan raises his pistol and fires into the hag's face. Twice. WP on second. 1) Split. Bang/ bang +wp

[Gut Song]

(Reflexive: Resist Pain 1 WP Split action: Charge across the distance/Pipe slap the Hag. Rage 1: Pipe slap the Hag again.)

[Null Moon]

[Jim-Bob Split Action: Claw/Claw Liam. Rage Action: Claw Liam 'gain! Ben Split Action: Cross Distance/Claw Joey. Rage Action: Claw Joey 'gain! Jason Split Action: Cross Distance/Claw Boy. Rage Action: Claw Boy 'gain! John Boy Split Action: Cross Distance: Claw Sinclair. Rage Action: Claw Sinclair 'gain! Olivia Split Action: Cross Distance/Claw Thomas. Rage Action: Claw Thomas 'gain! John Split Action: Cross Distance/Claw Ewan. Rage Action: Claw Ewan 'gain!]

[Face of Death]

[1WP activate RP split: get to the Waltons/bite whoever Warcry's attacking R: Bite again!]

[Requiem for the Lost]

[Declare: Split Dodge/Dodge Rage: Call of the Wyld]

[Brother of the Lost]

[Declare! 1 WP: Activate Resist Pain 1 Rage: Snapshift Crinos 1a: Close on The Waltons 1b: Takedown Jason from Rear R1: Bite Jason]

[Warcry]

[reflexive: -1wp, active resist pain 1a. move behind waltons 1b. bite ben r1: bite ben again]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 6 at target 3) [Bite Ben! Dex + Brawl -3 (split) // -2 diff (rear attack)]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6) [Damage: Str + Hispo + Suxx -1]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [Ben Soak!]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 6 (Success x 1 at target 5) [Crinos Dex+Brawl -3 for split, -2 diff for rear]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Dex+Ath to stay up]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 7) [Jason Athletics+Dexterity: Stay Up!]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Crinos Strength +1

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Jason Soak!]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5) [bite Ben: dex + 1 (Twister) + brawl -3 (split)]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [damage: str + 1 (Twister) +3 (hispo) +2 +1]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Ben Soak!]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [John Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Ewan. -3 pool (split).]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +2 (suxx).] [A]

[Null Moon]

[Olivia Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Thomas. -3 pool (split).]

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) soak

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Whoops!]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +1 (suxx).] [A]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [John Boy Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Sinclair. -3 pool (split).]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +0] [A]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Soak +1 FUCK YOUR MOTHER]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) (Soak)

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Jason Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Boy. -3 pool (split).]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +2 (suxx).] [A]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Soak: LIKE A BAWS!

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Jim Bob First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Liam. -2 pool (split).]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Dex+Dodge -2]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Jim Bob Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Liam. -3 pool (split).]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [And again, -3]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5) (Second split: Pipe slap. Dex 5 + Melee 3. - 3 dice)

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) (Str 6 + 1 Club)

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Olivia Soak!]

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2 First split shot. Hag's face Dex+Firearms -2 (first split)

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) damage 6+4 non dodged

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Failure at target 6) [Olivia Nooo I want to liiive!]

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 6 at target 5) [WP] (( changing target to guy attacking him. +1 diff. -2 for point blank range =-1 diff Dex+firearms -3 with willpower declaired before

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Damage 6+5

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 6, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6) [John Soak!]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 9 at target 3) [Rage Bite Ben: Dex + Brawl // -2 Diff (rear attack)]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6) [Damage!]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Ben Soak!]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 8, 8, 10 (Failure at target 5) [Bite! Dex+Brawl]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6) [Stamina+Empathy for Call of the Wyld]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) [bite Ben: dex + brawl]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6) [damage]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [Ben Ow, bitch!]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [John Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Ewan.]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 6, 8, 8 (Failure at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +2 (suxx).] [A]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [John Boy Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Sinclair.]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +3 (suxx).] [A]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [Soak +1]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Jason Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Boy.]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +0] [A]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Soak!]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Jim Bob Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Liam.]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +2 (suxx).] [A]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [soak!]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 8) (Changing Target to Jason attacking Boy: Dex 5 + Melee 3. Sweep attack on Jason's legs. Diff 8 + 1 for Changing Actions - 1 for Rear attack. Diff 8. C'mon you Ugly S.O.B...)

[Null Moon]

[Ye Olde Damage Tally Sinclair: 2A Thomas: 3A Everyone Else: OK Olivia: Incap John: 6L Ben: 2A John Boy: OK Jason: OK Jim-Bob: OK ROUND TWO -- FIGHT! Sinclair Boy Liam Joey The Waltons Thomas Ewan Go go go go!]

[Ewan Selwyn]

( Reflexive. 1 wp for resist pain, 1 rage spent 1) Split, Bite Paw's face/ bite paw's face 2) Shoot closest 'still standing' deliverance boy

[Gut Song]

(Initial Action: Pipe Choke-Grapple on Jason. Rage 1: Bite Jason's head)

[Null Moon]

[YEW KILLED MAW! Jim-Bob Split Action: Claw/Claw Liam. Rage Action: Claw Liam 'gain. Ben Split Action: Claw Joey/Close Distance. Rage Action: Claw Ewan. Jason Split Action: Claw/Claw Thomas. Rage Action: Claw Thomas 'gain. John Boy Split Action: Claw Sinclair/Close Distance. Rage Action: Claw Ewan. John Split Action: Claw/Claw Ewan. Rage Action: Claw Ewan.]

[Face of Death]

[split: get behind Ben/bite! +WP]

[Requiem for the Lost]

[Declare: Reflexive - Activate RP, snap-shift to Hispo Split Bite/Bite Jim-Bob Rage: Bite Jim-Bob again]

[Brother of the Lost]

[Declare! 1a: Claw Jason's eyes out (called shot?) 1b: Claw Jason's eyes out R1: Bite Jason]

[Warcry]

[1a. hamstring ben 1b. bite ben (WP) r1. blind john boy]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1 [1a. hamstring ben: dex + brawl -2 (split) // diff 8, -2 for rear attack]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6) [damage]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [Ben Holy COW I'm totally going so fast... AW, FUCK!]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 3) [WP] Re-rolls: 3 [1b. biting ben: dex + brawl -3 (split) // -2 diff (back attack)]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Ben Hey what the fuck are you kids doing on MY fucking lawn!]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6) [damage! part 1]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [damage! part 2]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8) [DON'T YOU LOOK AT ME! (+2 Diff for called shot)] HAIL KAHSEENO!

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6) [Crinos Strength +2 for called shot]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Jason Soak!]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8) [YOU'RE STILL LOOKING AT ME! (Second Claw)] HAIL KAHSEENO! MOST WOND'ROUS OF DEITIES!

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6) DAMAGE! pt1

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) DAMAGE! pt2

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Jason Nooo I want to liiiiive!]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [Dex+Brawl -2 - Bitin' Jim-Bob]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6) [Str+2+4]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Jim Bob Soak!]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5) [Dex+Brawl -3 - Bitin' him again]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [Str+2]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Jim Bob Nooo I want to liiive!]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4) [1a: bite Ben: dex + brawl - 2 (split), -2 diff (immobilized) +1 diff (changing actions)]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6) [damage]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 3) [WP] [1b: bite Ben again!: dex + brawl -3, +WP]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [damage]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Ben Nooo I want to liiiive!]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6) [John First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Ewan. -2 pool (split).]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +1 (suxx).] [A]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) [John Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Ewan. -3 pool (split).]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +0] [A]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [John Boy First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Claw Sinclair. -2 pool (split).]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6) [Damage: Strength +2 (claw) +0] [A]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 5 at target 5) (Initial Action: Close distance on John.)

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2 bite dex+Brawl-2=7 diff 5

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) str+1+6

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [John Nooo I want to liiiive!]

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) dam

[Ewan Selwyn]

Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [John Good night, Pa!]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 8) [r1: blind john-boy. dex + brawl // +2 diff (targeted)]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [damage!]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 5, 6, 6 (Failure at target 6) [John Boy! Give him the stick!]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5) [Rage Action: Bite John Boy]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Damage

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [John Boy DON'T give him the stick!]

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6) [Auto-hit, weeee: Str+2+9]

[Null Moon]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [John Boy OHHHHHHHHH!!]

[Gut Song]

(Using Rage action to insta-shift to Lupus.)

[Administrator]

snail, welcome to Tekakwitha Woods (Now)

[Ewan Selwyn]

(( Holding last action sso he doesn't accidently kill their interrogation))

[Null Moon]

The two groups are upon each other in a matter of heartbeats. Warcry is the fastest of the dozen bodies clogging the winding dirt path. It's entirely possible that during the daylight hours this path is calming, that it's peaceful, that the changing of the leaves and the rustling of the breeze through the underbrush grants the mind a touch of tranquility, but tonight it seems oppressive, like this fight is occurring in a tunnel. The Hispo Glass Walker charges one of the largest of the younger Hill Folk, her teeth scratching his arm but failing to do any real damage; Brother of the Lost is on her tail, lumbering in his war form behind one of the smaller creatures, pushing him from behind but failing to take him down or bruise him. Warcry's loyal packsister joins the fray, leaping at her Alpha's chosen foe and chomping at his torso. He slips away from her jaws while the family of Fomori runs into the Garou seemingly full force. The patriarch, the largest and most vile-looking of the lot, swipes a claw at the gun-wielding male Glass Walker while the lone female claws at Gut Song, who comes away from the encounter with a trio of lacerations on his shoulder. A straw-haired and gap-toothed youth joins the female, but his claws seem to just bounce off of Warcry's pelt. The smaller creature wheels on Brother of the Lost, swiping a claw that fails to do so much as dent the Uktena. Requiem for the Lost deftly jumps away from two swipes from a beanpole of a man, and Gut Song slams his previously-acquired pipe into the face of the matriarch, sending teeth and blood falling to the pathway. She reaches up to palpate her face, the pain seeming to surprise her, and moves to lunge at her attacker. A single shot from Spin Doctor blows the back of her head out and drops her in a twitching, bleeding heap on the ground at Gut Song's feet. A second shot blows half of the patriarch's face off, but he hardly seems to feel it. The battle quickly takes a turn after that. Requiem for the Lost looses an ineffective whimper of a howl that only causes the Hill Folk to chortle, but it makes no difference. For a moment it seems as though they are going to make no headway, both sides throwing claws and taking bites that fail to draw blood or crunch bone, and then. Warcry tears the ever loving life out of the largest boy's hamstring, tendons and muscles snapping beneath her death-like grip, and he face plants, hysterical grunts and cries leaving his throat as he starts to haul himself away from the fight, up the path. She is on him again in a second, nipping at his back, while Brother of the Lost takes his brother's head off in halves, first the top spilling gray matter and blood and the second sending his jaw and the rest of him collapsing to the ground. Requiem for the Lost rends his opponent in two, tearing him apart at the midsection, while Face of Death attempts to throat the crawling young man. The patriarch's time seems to have come to a halt as he tries and fails twice to end the creature that killed his wife. First one shot drops him to the ground, and the second takes off what's left of his face. A concerned effort by Warcry, Brother of the Lost and Requiem for the lost ends the life of one of the largest boys, and in the aftermath, there is stillness in the form of ringing ears and lungs fighting for breath. And the largest of the boys is still hauling himself away, taloned hands clawing for dirt to haul himself along. He gets himself to his hands and knees and begins to literally crawl for freedom, leaving behind the tattered ruins of his twisted family.

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5 It's as if the twitching shape of the last living creature is of no consequence and truly he isn't. There was a kill there waiting to be claimed and it was not Thomas' to take. He creeps down into his Lupus shape, dusting free a warbling growl as the pain begins to settle back into place around his lacerated and bloody shoulder. A vague limp appears in his step as he hobbles, favouring his left forepaw while approaching Olivia, one of the most intact of the bodies present. ...A rolling grunt travels the circuit of his maw, lips quivering beneath ashen gray fur and nose flicking out to sniff at the air around the bodiy, trying to recall something. Feel for something around the mouth, where bloody and shards of teeth collect. There were rumours somewhere. Distant and cold but... (Intelligence + Garou Lore. Jamie sets the difficulty)

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 3) Re-rolls: 1 The third Galliard in this group does not yet howl for glory, or delight, as she so often does after a battle. She lunges for the last member of the disgusting fomori family, the one whose leg she nearly tore off, [dex + brawl, -2 diff for partial immobilization]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [damage 1]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [damage 2]

[Warcry]

...and tears his head off instead. And spits it out.

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewan pauses and turns his head slowly. Letting his Sonar take in the woods around them. Searching for any more attackers, or the like in the darkness. As he does, he calmly reloads the awakened auto revolver. He checks down the path, behind them. Too the left, to the right... and of course.. "UP".*

[Gut Song]

...A rolling snap of jaws and teeth rake out at the air around him, as Lupus paws carry him away from the Hag's body and toward the edge of the treeline a small ways from the path. Lupus eyes settle on the house nearby, jaws sliding open and tongue lolling outward, a pant dripping saliva off and into the grassy bed of the floor.

[Brother of the Lost]

He huffed, he puffed, he stared at his hands red from claw to palm like a child playing in paint. And for some reason he shows the others, playing his palms and turning in a circle as if to say 'Look. Look what I have done. Is it not grand?' And all the while he huffed, and he puffed, and he fought back the urge to howl. Because, after all, they didn't know what else was in these woods. "We should scout." He grunts in the high tongue, and the piercing eyes of his crinos form fall to Joey, and then to his pack sister, before moving back to Ewan. "You said there was a fire ahead. There could be more of them."

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewans words came out in the high tongue, but soft, just for their garou ears* ~HT~ Scanning woods now with sonar.....

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Then softly in High tongue when his scan is done* I'm not picking any more up in the woods.... *Nodding ahead to the path they came from* Perhaps if we back track their trail... *Closing the revolver he moved forward to join the others*

[Face of Death]

Laughs in the Face of Death watches her packsister tear off after the last enemy. When the fomor's head is ripped from its shoulders, the Rotagar prances in place, lets out a low yip of delight. They are, quite literally, not out of the woods yet, and she does not want to alert the makers of the fire to the party of wolves. They succeeded. Though only two of them were packed, the group of warriors laid waste their opponents. For now. Brother of the Lost says that they should scout, and looks to Joey, as if this were the Rotagar's duty. To follow the lead of a Philodox she hardly knows. Her ears prick forward, and she tips her head to the side, a look of pure canine curiosity on her Hispo face. And she looks to Warcry, because they are still bound together. The Galliard is still her alpha.

[Requiem for the Lost]

Well, so much for scouting ahead. Sometimes, plans just didn't work out as you intended them to. Despite Liam's careful creeping through the woods, the hill folk had spotted him. If the other garou hadn't run forward of their own accord, then he'd likely have had a rather unpleasant situation on his hands. In the end, there wasn't much left of any of the fomor besides scattered, mauled body parts. Warcry took care of the last one as Liam trotted out onto the path to join the others. For a moment he glanced at Brother of the Lost, rolling his head to the side as if he found the Uktena's behavior a bit comical. Then he looked back and forth between Ewan and the others, waiting to see what the plan was going to be.

[Warcry]

As the others look around, sniff around, speak, Sinclair stands over the headless corpse that tried repeatedly to claw at Joey. Blood drips off the fur of her muzzle, flicks across the ground as her head swings up and around. She looks for the other five, including the Gaian who was rushed first by the hillfolk. She remains in hispo, unforgivably large. Time slowed down for her during that fight. It took longer, in her mind, than it really did. For all she knows, the others are dead. Her sides move in and out steadily with each breath, but she does not pant. Her breath steams. The blood steams. And then goes cold. Sinclair does not howl now: they are in an area where mortals camp, hike, picnic. Not right now, not this moment, but she's wary. She roared once, lunging into battle at the beginning, but she's silent now. Even her footsteps are nearly silent as she pads forward and faces the others. She flicks her ears this way and that, then addresses all of them. I am the Alpha of the only pack to have more than one wolf here. I am the tribal representative of the Glass Walkers to Maelstrom. I ask for your submission. Her words are augmented, all low snarls and growls, chuffs and barks, by her posture. She is tall, strong, and stands as though on untouchably level ground. Her eyes all but glow blue in the half-moon's light.

[Brother of the Lost]

A quick tongue dashes out, running the length on both sides of the Crinos's muzzle. He towers still over the hispo's shoulders, but just barely. Just enough to look down with those hungrily curious, wide, and dark eyes. The first lesson in leadership is knowing when to follow. Someone told him that once. They might as well have told him every day. The crinos, all muscle under brown and grey swatches of fur, chuffs once, and reaches forward on all fours, powerful limbs carrying it over the ground, but lower than Warcry.

[Gut Song]

The Lupus Skald is halfway to climbing to four feet once more when Sinclair makes a declaration of dominance. Her body language is not all visible but the air is charged and brings him around toward the Glasswalker with a feral warp to his tone. A low growl rolls off his tongue, tinged with the crackle of the Jackal's voice. The Glasswalkers carry no quarter within the forests. Every Garou knows as such. You're Alpha of your pack and that is all. Neither of those facts earn you submission, Warcry~yuf His jaws rake out at the air clapping toward the House nearby, the fire licking a soft glow through the break in the trees behind him. If the others would follow you then that is their submission to give but you and yours are bound where we are not. You and those who would trust to that bond should move to look to the den And then his attention finally around toward the Fire. While the rest of us follow another to the Two Leg's Fire

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewan looked over to Warcry. Listened and both points seemed to work for him. After a moment he bowed his crinos head to Warcry. Held it for an extra moment, showing his submission to her in this event. Waiting for her to call the play. He was an Alpha as well but much like Boy's thoughts, his first training had been to follow, and he still did when situations required it.*

[Requiem for the Lost]

Whatever we decide to do, we should do it now and stop wasting time with displays of dominance. Requiem for the Lost stepped forward, flicking his ears back and ducking his head low in front of Warcry for a brief moment. A simple, quick acknowledgment. Whatever she decided, if it seemed sound, he'd follow.

[Face of Death]

Joey moves to stand beside and a little behind her alpha, jaw dropped and tongue lolling in a wolf smile. Until Gut Song growls. The mouth snaps shut, and she regards the Skald with head tilted to the side. We should stay as a group. This was your counsel, Skald. If we work together, we will be victorious. Glorious. I would follow Warcry even if she was not my alpha. They could take it as they willed. Joey is lower in rank than all of them, practically a cub.

[Warcry]

Warcry, for the most part, ignores Thomas. Her ears fold back at the sound of his extra-shrill, extra-whining bars and rumbles, as though they irritate too much for her to hear at full. She does not lean over and lick Boy, but she does bump her head against his arm. It feels like acceptance, and her tail wags slightly. The same goes when Ewan inclines his head: she does not nuzzle the Ahroun, but gives a tiny howl, an appreciative sound issuing from her throat. She snarls at Liam, though: It is not a display. It is stupid to go into battle knowingly without a leader. But he ducks, and if allowed, she moves a bit closer to Liam, shoulders touching. Joey's addition just makes her tail wag a big more, and then turns to Thomas. Do you submit?

[Ewan Selwyn]

*After she acknoleged his submission, Ewan turned and picked up the hiker's back pack that had fallen off when he shifted. Opening it with his claws he plucked out a monacle and put it up to his crinos eye. Looking ahead at the house (?) and for the fire(?) if he can see such. The image intensification helping to look ahead while command structure was cemented*

[Gut Song]

There is an odd shift in Gut~Song's demeanour, regarding Joey, head tilting and ears flicking back along his scalp. The teeth seem to melt back behind his lips briefly and an odd flicker of his head ducking comes, even if his eyes meet hers, unflinching. She is your alpha, Death~yuf and with that comes trust. Devotion. She is not mine and out of her territory, despite her strength in war. To hold faith in her orders would be blind and unwise. And then back 'round on Sinclair, lips folding back to reveal teeth once more, hackles dancing into view ears once more settling over his skull as he leans his weight forward on the injured shoulder, blood flow increasing through the mat of the fur. I gave answer to that already, Warcry~yuf.

[Requiem for the Lost]

Following someone wasn't the same as submission, but it was a moot and unnecessary point to try and make at this point in time. His ego wasn't so great that he needed to slow down a mission to have an argument. His response had been mostly in reference to Gut Song's refusal, in any case, and this was even more evident now when he suddenly turned on the Fenrir and leapt forward, giving a loud snap of his jaws. ENOUGH! We do not have time for this. Help, or leave!

[Brother of the Lost]

"Enough." He snarls suddenly, hind claws raking and kicking at the ground in anxious frustration. "The packless can go with his pack. There is a task here and we are formed. What are your orders, Warcry-yuf?"

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 [+10]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (10 +...)

[Requiem for the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 [+9]

[Ewan Selwyn]

*Ewan looks to Boy and moves over. Speaking softly* ~HT~ Can you throw me, "Up" please. As high as you can. *he pointed straight up. If Boy agrees, Ewan shifts to Lupus*

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 [+10]

[Brother of the Lost]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 [+7]

[Gut Song]

(Rage shift to Crinos. Split Action: Dodge/Jaw Lock)

[Ewan Selwyn]

(( oh if Boy is gettin in the fight.. Delete llast post*

[Face of Death]

[block Boy/block Liam]

[Gut Song]

(Rage shift to Crinos. Split Action: Dodge (wp)/Jaw Lock)

[Brother of the Lost]

Declare: Sweep Gut Song

[Requiem for the Lost]

[Declare: get out of the way, since Thomas is attacking Sinclair]

[Warcry]

[1a. move behind thomas 1b. hamstring thomas (claw) 1c. bite thomas +wp]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1 [1b. dex + brawl -4 (split) // diff 8, -2 diff (rear)]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [damage 1]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6) [damage 2]

[Warcry]

[delete damage rolls! lulz]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 2 (Dodge: Dex 5 (Defensive Reflexes) + Dodge 3. - 2 dice)

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [damage 1]

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [damage 2 - will pull at incap]

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) (Soak)

[Warcry]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 3) [WP] [bite: dex + brawl -5 (split) // -2 diff (rear)]

[Administrator]

Requiem for the Lost has left Tekakwitha Woods

[Gut Song]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6) (Soak the 1st)

[Warcry]

The other wolves bristle and snarl, speak, their muscles and their war-ready bodies ready to move forward, to lunge, to do something. They are all under the sway of the moon, even if the moon is balanced. They are all dizzied by the scent of blood in the air, thick in their nostrils. Sinclair is a Glass Walker, but those who have watched her at moots and in battle have certainly realized she is not a Corporate Wolf. She is gifted with a computer, knocked out the power in two dozen blocks of Chicago with almost no effort, but she's not cybernetic. Sinclair is a primitive. And a predator. Gut Song makes it clear, a second time, that regardless of whether or not the others are following her, he will not. He is not submitted. And she lunges. Mud flies up from the trail as Sinclair whips around the Fenrir, fast as the totem she's still bound under, and her teeth lock on the back of his leg, coming damned close to tearing it off. If this were about rage and fury, a loss of temper or control, she would keep going until she killed him. Sinclair doesn't. She shows just how much control she has, debilitates Gut Song's movement, and does not need to go any farther than that. He's down. She's bloody now from him, as well as the fomori. There was no pause to ask him for submission again. No warning, either. Just brutality. She stands over him, looking down, and whuffs. Steam issues from her nostrils. Laughs in the Face of Death, do you have the talens I gave you? We need to heal him now. She sounds, more than anything, vaguely annoyed.

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 9 (Failure at target 5) [Gaia's breathin' on you]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 3 (Failure at target 6) [Phoooo!]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 10 (Failure at target 7) [WTF?!]

[Face of Death]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8) [HEAL GOD DAMNIT!]

[Null Moon]

[Paused!]