[hi ho, hi ho, to smash some wyrm we go...]
Big Generic GM Room(#3813RFJ)
Contents:
Rides-Fire
Heartsight
Luna-Singer
Winter's-Talon
Quick(#3084PJOUceq)
Leaves-His-Past
Song-of-Fury
Finds-the-Lost
Runs-Far
Mist-Walker
Banecruncher
Walks-with-Maat
One-Rage
Jamethon
Nemo
Nightflash has arrived.
Seeker has arrived.
Soulcatcher has arrived.
Rides-Fire turns to the Get ragabash. A pleased look filters through the overlying mask of rage. ~Good. My cub has come to me and asked for his Rite of Passage. Tonight, he fights with First Strike.~ The ahroun's voice grows louder, to let the whole pack hear that last.
With Rides-Fire's words, Runs-Far moves to stand with First Strike.
Heartsight stands with the main group, just to one side. Neither part, nor solitary. A perpetual snarl curls her lips as she waits for battle, ready to tear up some ass where needed.
Seeker leads the amassed garou on a wild run through the bawn to the the city Umbra. Weaver spirits and small banes scuttle out of the revelers' path, not wanting anything to do with such a large group. Eventually the path leads to the sickly Umbra of Hilliard Memorial Hospital.
Yi has arrived.
Nemo pages to the room: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'll be your GM for the evening. Gather yourselves into groups and designate a single point of contact/poser (not poseur) for each group.
Seeker pulls up and stands to survey the scene when they are still about a block from the hospital. ~Night's Talons, to the air. We will scout from above and return. The rest of you, advance on the hospital.~ The Strider's great Owl's wings unfurl and he leaps into the sky.
Two Eagles Bluff(#3332RJ)
Mist-Walker grunts, as she watches Seeker leap into the umbral Sky. Owl packs are always impressive in that regard. Nearbye, Leda drags her claws across the ground. Causing them to create a scraping noise, as the sharpen.
J.D. has arrived.
Song-of-Fury rallies the members of Owen's new pack and, watching the striders take to the air, begins advancing steadily on the umbral hospital.
As the Owl pack takes to the air, some dark forms detach from the roof of the Umbral structure, wings unfurling as they lift into the sky towards the flying Garou. One emits a loud screech--perhaps of warning, perhaps of Rage--as the shapes start towards the Garou.
Kaz has arrived.
Nightflash begins advancing, only happy to lead the way into the blight, and his pack falls into place in fan formation behind, Steven and Ethan bracketing him, Soulcatcher back with his spear on the left, and Sepdet at his side. The two Stargazers take right flank, conversing tensely in low tones.
The Gnawer pack quickly makes their way on as HeartSight pushes up against them, nudging with encouragement. Three-Blades gets a butt in the shoulder and quickly she's on her paws, following along as well. One-Rage rumbles deeply in his chest, Ahroun rage smoldering within his rage filled veins, mentally preparing himself. Banecruncher motions with his head slightly, the pack heading towards the Hospital's disposal area.
Pack> Nightflash says "Don't forget, everyone (but Stephen). If you run out of rage, you automatically get a point back every round, so just keep spending it."
Pack> Soulcatcher has a dinner date soon. I was hoping to come along for another couple hours, but I may have to go sooner.
Pack> Sepdet sorts people out just to get an initial pose there; hope no one minds. :} I'll wait for people to give me individual actions when hand to hand starts. (Like, now.)
Pack> Sepdet can pose Joe, of course, although we'll miss ya.
Long distance to Nemo: Sepdet does coordination for 1st Strike. Ethan's activating Resist Pain.
Owen's pack, led by the two mighty Shadow Lords, Quick and Song-of-Fury, advances on the structure, feral eyes keenly scanning the shadow for signs of taint.
Seeker draws his khopsh and arrows toward the dark figures on the roof with the rest of Night's Talons close behind. He urges the garou on the ground forward with a loud roar. In the air, the Owl pack divides, with Seeker and Walks-with-Maat flying toward one flying shape and Dante and Seirian toward another. Luna-Singer soars in high and Dante low, the Gaian ragabash growling, ~Thank you for flying Night's Talon's airlines, please remember to put your tray table in the full upright and locked position in the event we kick your asses back to Malfeas.~
Owen's pack veers off sharply, heading directly for the ER. Song-of-Fury leads, flanked closely by Jamethon and Quick. Kaz and Winter's-Talon take up rear-guard positions.
Nightflash howls, ~Two-Paths!~ the same name he announced the previous night, then charges forward. Heart-of-Fury and Finds-the-Lost continue to flank Nightflash, though as the site of battle is neared the latter shifts up into crinos, a more familiar warform for him. He lets the much more experienced ahroun take point, following his lead and alert for targets. Rides-Fire answers Nightflash's call with a wordless snarl, his heavy hindquarters pushing him into a following lunge. The scarred ahroun's good ear plasters to his skull, giving him an oddly lopsided look. Runs-Far bares his fangs, but remains quiet, striding along beside Rides-Fire. He keeps his eyes to the right, watching for any sign of danger on his flank. Soulcatcher's chilling howl joins that of the pack as he scans the shadows before them, but the Strider at his side is silent now as battle looms.
As Night's Talons dives towards the roof, the other flying shapes separate, coming into sharper focus as five distinct shapes, though they seem to blend somewhat into surrounding shadows. When the Owl pack separate into two groups, so do their opponents, three and two. Below, three large shapes leap off the roof, thudding hard into the ground before the building, somewhat concealed by shadows cast by the building itself, but they are evidently easily as large as a normal crinos, and bulkier.
Soulcatcher has disconnected.
Nightflash pages to the room: Ack. You scared off Joseph.
From afar, to the room, Song-of-Fury apologizes profusely. Owen's pack will take the left large figure. :)
The Gnawers head towards the Hospital's Disposal area as his eyes and ears scan for targets to aim the pack at. As they converge quietly, even the shadows seem to hug this urban born tag team. HeartSight glances about, growling deeply as her gaze snaps up to where the airbourne garou are. ~I watch Sky Too~ She says in a throaty rumble. Three-Blades flanks One-Rage, staying close to her brother as the older Ahroun snarls softly in his throat, golden orbs flashing brillantly in the darkness. Mist-Walker snarls at the flying creatures, frustrated that she can't get at them. Turning her attention towards the ground level off the hospital, she moves towards it, looking for anything to battle. Leda does the same as the twin furies rumble deeply in heated ferocity. The Get of Fenris J.D flanks the group, her eyes open to the 'sides' of the group.
As the Gnawers converge towards the area, Banecruncher continues to lead, rumbling softly to the others, pushing forward, his eyes and ears alert as he readies himself to lead the pack into battle when need be.
Heart-of-Fury has connected.
Pack> Nightflash says "Woo! Steven! Call of the Wyrm, baby!"
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "Oh, sweet."
Pack> Nightflash says "No no, it hasn't been done yet."
Pack> Sepdet says "You were serious?"
Pack> Sepdet thought you were joking. I'll throw it in if you mean it. :)
Pack> Nightflash says "I didnt' want to make that call for Steven, but it seemed like the sort of thing he'd do. :-)"
within Owen's pack, Quick greets the arrival of the welcoming committee with a snarl, and he advances on them, eager for battle. Winter's-Talon almost jumps with every step forward, eager to tear into something. Her low snarl turns to a loud roar as she finally spots her enemy. Song-of-Fury bellows in rage and bears down on the interloping figures standing between his pack and victory.Jamethon dips his head at something that troubles him and turns to gaze in the direction of an inaudiable thump, growling deeply. ~Something is here, our Pray!~ With that he waits for the Pack to make the move and with quicksilver action jumps into the frey alongside his packmates, going for the largest form he can see.
Nightflash alters course as the enemy makes itself seen even before the packs have entered the hospital. He heads directly for the middle creature, urging his packmates onward, the Get and Fianna right on his heels. Soulcatcher readies his spear to strike high and from behind just after the claws and teeth of the first three make impact. Sepdet puts on a burst of speed, trying to get around to the rear and aim for hamstringing (if it has feet?) Rides-Fire needs little urging, angling toward the chosen prey with Runs-Far at his side.
Seeker meets the flying thing closest to him with a downward slash from his curved blade while Milah snarls and flies close on Seeker's left flank, breaking off to slash at another flying bane with her claws. Dante and Luna-Singer attack the other two banes who broke off from the main group. Dante falls silent with concentration and dives into a shadow-thing with fangs bared. Luna-Singer growls in the back of her throat and narrows her eyes, arrowing in on one of the incoming shadow-shapes with her claws spread.
Brian has arrived.
Owen's pack darts toward the Hulking monstrosity on the left, claws and fangs bared in feral ferocity
The groups on the gruond close, getting a better look at their opponents. Their bodies look ursine, bulky with brown-black fur. Their arms, however, have some sort of feathers cascading down from the arm, like a vestigial wing, ending in a bizarre mix of talons and claws. Their heads are avian of some sort, with a dull ivory beak curled downward, an intellignet madness in their red-rimmed eyes. The flying shapes, as they are attacked, resolve into deep black avians, easily recognizable as owls by the pack they're fighting.
Nemo pages to the room: Description over, now to the fight....
Pack> Sepdet is wondering if we can all fit around it. But I guess NF, Steven, Rides can take the front, Sep and Ethan can take the back, and Joe and Runs can take pot shots at the sides or in gaps. (Having a spear and major differences in height helps!)
Pack> Nightflash says "Or split up. There's one still unclaimed."
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "There you go. Now you're talking, brother."
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "Where's the Gnawer pack, aren't they fighting one? I thought Owen's pack had one, and Gnawer's had one?"
Pack> Nightflash says "I think the Gnaewer's pack run right past them. Owen's pack has one. We have one."
Rides-Fire pages to the room: Nemo, can we have a quick sanity check on targets and packs on them?
Feathers fly as Seeker's khposh cuts into one of the dark owls, lopping off a large chunk of one wing, though oddly the injury seems to have no effect on the spirit's flight. The rest of Night's Talons cut viciously, and the air around them begins to fll with floating feathers, cutting off part of the moon's light. Down on the ground, First-Strike attacks with the precision of a pack, Sepdet cutting at the beast's legs as the rest of the pack attacks from the front. The creature screeches in rage, and its claws lash out at Nightflash and Steven, scoringmostly superficial scratches on both. To the left, the other mission pack closes at another of the creatures, while the third heads to flank First Strike.
Pack> Heart-of-Fury mmm. Blood.
Nemo pages to the room: Five flyers: Mostly dealing with NT. Three critters on the ground: FS on one, nameless pack on one, one flanking FS. JD scouting for other opportunities.
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "I think now we split off, Seppie."
In Owen's pack Jamethon leaps forward, raging into the frey, making sure (in the way packs do), that he is fighting a target that both a packmate can get to as well, or one can defend him from behind. He leaps forward and swipes down on the landing in a high overhead swing. At his side on the approach is Crinos Song-of-Fury, who blurs suddenly into Hispo form, tearing into the enemy's lower extremities with gnashing teeth and bared claws. Quick darts in as well, snapping viciously at the Owl-Bear's legs. Ears and Winter's Talon, somewhat later than the others, hang back momentarily until the front guard has had their say on the owlbear, then dart, or in Kaz's case lumber, in as a second wave, attacking where their packmates have left free.
Nightflash roars again as the battle is finally joined. The hispo rises onto his hind legs and throws his full weight against the larger spirit, claws raking across its chest while his teeth seek purchase. Rides-Fire hits low while his twice-now pack alpha hits high, moving with the surity of many coordinated battles. Still, the Stargazer ahroun's attack has an uncontrolled edge new to the darting thrusts of his snapping jaws. With the speed only the swollen mood grants, he also lashes out with his oversized front paws, though he concentrates on laying waste with his teeth. Finds-the-Lost lets the ahrouns mount the forward assault, and circles around the massive creature, delaying his attack some with the movement to strike from behind with rage-sped claw strikes. Runs-far likewise fights complementary to Rides-fire and Nightflash, striking at gaps left when the creature attempts to pull away from his elders' strikes. Meanwhile, Heart-of-Fury emits a series of bizarre yips, whines, and growls, waving his arms like a madman, and then plunges headlong into the fray, veering off to leap for the unclaimed hulk. Soulcatcher and Sepdet join him, the Wendigo driving into one side with his spear, the Strider diving with a snarl into hispo at the last second to lunge and sink jaws into a lower leg.
You paged Nemo with 'NF burns 2 rage for a troll's claw/claw/bite. Rides fire: (3 rage, bite / claw / bite / bite). Ethan: 2 rage for multi-attacks and for his claws. Steven: Distractions and spending rage. Joe: 1 rage for two spear-thrusts in a single round. Sepdet: 1 rage for insta-shift, trying to catch it by surprise and hamstring.'.
Nemo pages: Mmmm, gotta love Wolverine.
You paged Nemo with 'This is SO WEIRD. Ahem.'.
The 'Junk Yard Dogs' continue its assault upon the back of the hospital, pushing past the discarded refuse of the hospital's buisness. Banecruncher continues to lead, rumbling softly ~We should run into trouble shortly~. One-Rage dips his head in a nod as he strides side by side with his Alpha, darting his eyes from left to right as he goes, black claws clicking in anticipation. Three-Blades slinks and flanks along her quick, stealthy hispo form, thinking that its too quiet around here. The two furies continue to grumble with each other, glancing about from side to side, keeping their eyes wide open for danger as J.D. picks up the rear.
You have shifted to Hispo form.
Seeker is momentarily horrified as he sees what he just attacked, but he sees how the Wyrm's taint has twisted his totem and the rage in him erupts again, slashing twice at the black owl. Milah continues to attack her owl, shredding it with crinos claws. Echen joins the battle as well, winging in from out of the sky to slash at the third owl on Seeker and Milah to even the odds. He growls out an order to form into one group and attack the owls as one. Dante does a flyby on the bane he was attacking, swooping past it and reaching out to slash at it with his claws. Luna-Singer snaps her jaws at an owl, trying to tear a chunk out of its wings with her teeth
As Jamethon leaps, the creature lurches to one side, causing his attack to rake almost futilely through its fur. Song-of-Fury and Quick manage to attack more effectually, slashing wounds into the creature's thighs. It stumbles back, flailing wildly, but it manages to slash at Winter's-Talon, a long scrape down the Garou's right arm. Opposite, First Strike explodes in fury at their pair of creatures, Nightflash and Rides-Fire ripping into one, tearing out chunks of ephemera, while the Stargazer cub actually managed to get a bit of a nip in on the beast. The Wendigo elder's spear stabs into the second's shoulder as it screeches at the Fianna galliard's antics, Sepdet's teeth burying into its calf. Above, the khopsh bites into the owl once, but the corrupted spirit wheels to avoid the second blow. Echen's sudden presence comes as an utter surprise to his owl, and more feathers fly at the cut. Dante cuts ineffectually as the owl proves its greater experience with aerial fighting, diving to avoid the slash, though Luna-Singer does rip off half of a wing. Again, though, there is no change in the spirit's flight. As the owls are further injured, the area around the battle above is shrouded in darkness caused by the feathers.
From afar, to the room, Nemo hrms. Left out a sentence there. Just a sec.
As the Stargazer cub leaps in for his small nip, though, the huge thing's claws rake across his back, leaving three parallel gashes.
In Owen's pack, Quick takes advantage of the creature's temporary imbalance by pressing on in the attack, ferociously tearing at the creature's support by ripping away muscle, flesh, and tendon from the bone of its legs. Song-of-Fury snarls in encouragement to Quick as the two continue to savage the Owl-Bear's lower half, rending and shredding whatever comes within reach of their snapping jaws. Jamethon spins on his heels as his slash misses and dives back at the animal from behind, ripping into the back of it's legs with his teeth then strafing upwards with a vertical leap, teeth still tightly cleched as well as going for a double handed rake up the thing's back with both claws. Winter's-Talon reels for a moment from the force of the blow, then sinks back on her haunches to leap again with the Gnawer. When the way is clear again, she leaps with teeth bared, launching herself at the avian's exposed belly. Ears, meanwhile, pushes through Quick and Song-of-Fury (attacking the upper legs and hips) and rushes, snarling, for the Owl-Bear's lower legs, with both jaws and claws, the lessons of her old totem hard to break.
You paged Nemo with 'Nightflash: 1 rage, claw/claw. Rides-fire: (1 rage -- fake-out attack and Falling Touch) Ethan: 1 rage. Runs: (1 Rage, two claws) Steven: "Spends willpower so as not to flee like a girly man." Joe: 1 rage for speed to spear-thrust. Sepdet: 2 rage, trying to rip off the muscle. (Or the whole damn lower leg)'.
Nightflash blinks into the stronger crinos form and slashes again. He rakes his claws across the deformed spirit's chest and calls, ~Fire. Drop it.~ Rides-Fire, at his packleader's command, surges toward the creature's throat. Oddly, the Stargazer doesn't attempt to lock on with his jaws, instead leveling a heavy paw-swipe at its chest area while distracting it with a snarling, snapping attack. Finds-the-Lost continues his attack from behind, a swipe of the claw followed by a bite as he briefly drops to all fours. He's concentrating on keeping mobile back there. Runs-Far's yelp of pain quickly turns into a snarl of rage as the creature rakes him. He lashes out reflexively attempting to savage the retreating limb. Heart-of-Fury plants his feet with a sudden snarl, apparently fighting some inner struggle. Soulcatcher whirls and thrusts again with his spear, aiming for the thing's throat. Sepdet digs in with her teeth and shakes her head from side to side in violent jerks, as her forepaws scrabble to find purchase and brace.
Night's Talons breaks off their respective single combatants and begins to attack as one, all five garou focusing on one owl at a time. They pick one tainted owl and tear at it together with claws, teeth and blades, Echen especially slashing thrice at the thing with rage-fueled speed.
You paged Nemo with 'Runs-fire adds a WP to his pose, if not too late.'.
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "I was hoping I could assume I was triumphantly successful without a chance of getting hit. Drats!"
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "Where'd the Gnawers go, anyway?"
Pack> Hope-Star says "Around the back of the hospital looking for trash banes, I think. They're bored. :}"
Pack> Finds-the-Lost pictures the Gnawers getting bored on the revel, and heading into the city to drink cheap beer, smoke stogies, and play cards.
Pack> Rides-Fire gets a mental image of that dog-pker game and kicks Ethan in the jimmies.
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "You can play that online. It's very cute. :)"
From afar, to the room, J.D. amends her pose then. I was thinking we were heading /to/ the back. Not heading /from/ around back?
The Alpha sniffs adn wrinkles his nose at the dark webbing that looms before them in the darkness. Their feral instincts up, senses alert to those about them. Banecruncher steps forward carefully, using his heightened senses to pierce the gloom. ~Watch for Spiders, if it moves, kill it~ The pack doesn't need anything more then that to get the picture. ~Not like this...Too quiet, need to tear, to rip to SHRED!~ Heartsight looks like she's about to peak, her warform's face locked in a grimace, arms tense at her sides as she moves forward, slightly crouched. Three-Blades lifts a lip in a disgusted snarl, lifting one paw at a time, trying not to touch the webs. Keeps-Faith picks up the rear, saying nothing as a low growl rips through her throat. One-Rage continues forward, keeping stride with Bane as he darts his eyes from left to right, squinting cautiously towards the webbing, his claws up at the ready, glinting dangerously. The darkness has a dark, forboding feeling, but the pack continues pressing on. The slimy black webbing covers everything in sight, a disgusting wrapping to the weaver clad building. Mist-Walker continues to follow up along side her pack sister as J.D. silently makes her way, keeping herself on guard.
One-Rage pages to the room: I hope I don't confuse everyone. :) When I type in Alpha, I mean banecruncher, I'll fix that when I pose again for the group.
Back to the left, the mission pack rips into the beast, more ephemera being torn off in chunks, especially as this time, Jamethon's attack is very effective. The creature doesn't attack back, though--rather, a black mist oozes from its wounds, wafting toward the Garou around it. As a tendril touches Song-of-Fury, a patch of his fur turns grey and the skin beneath it shrivels; near him, a similar effect happens to Quick. As First Strike continues its attack, the first beast goes down under Rides-Fire's shove, but not before Runs-Far scores a vengeful cut and Finds-the-Lost rips out a large chunk of ephemera between his jaws. The thing shrieks in Rage, lashing out to snap at Rides-Fire, snapping deep into the Stargazer's right side. Soulcatcher's spear embeds itself in the other creature's throat, but still it opens its mouth and screeches at the Wendigo as the Strider attached to its leg pitches about. Above, One dark owl explodes in a puff of feathers under the coordinated onslaught of Night's Talons, as two other owls screech at the pack, more dark mist coming from their beaks, some settling near Leaves-His-Past, some arouns Seeker.
Fights-For-Hope pages to the room: About how large/heavy do these Owlbear's seem now that we have a good look at them?
Nemo pages to the room: 'Bout 10, 11 feet tall? Someplace in the 1-1.5 ton range. Big suckers.
Nightflash leaps atop the downed foe, shredding with his hind claws and tearing with his front. Rides-Fire sounds a deep-chested snarl as the creature bites into him, leaving a stain of blood as he attempts to rip free. Torn muscles glisten where the Stargazer's fur has been ripped away, appearing almost black in the shadowed light. Rides-Fire unloads in righteous indigation on the downed foe, near-exploding in a flurry of teeth and claws. Finds-the-Lost's initial urge is to leap for the downed spirit as well, but as the two ahroun seem to have that well under control the Get pulls back, with obvious visible effort. Tense with rage kept in tight check, he takes the opportunity to survey the Umbra landscape, a visual sweep across and then up. Runs-Far holds back, allowing his elders to rend the miserable creature. Joseph loses his hold on his spear momentarily as the creature screams at him, and freezes as he fights against the mental battering. Heart-of-Fury lunges past him and lays into the beast with vicious clawstrikes. Sepdet loses hold and gets flung like a furry frisbee, lies stunned for a breath or two, then picks herself up and hurls herself snarling at the creature's back, raking with claws.
You paged Nemo with 'Nightflash: 3
In Owen's pack, Jamethon goes for the takedown tactic now and leaps up from behind the thing onto it's back, arms locked around it's throat and teeth biting hard into it's shoulder, pulling back with all his weight. Song-of-Fury howls in pain and deepening fury, shifting to Crinos and barreling into the Owl-Bear with all of his might, double-raking even as he goes for the creature's exposed throat. A prematurely greying Quick flinches, howling in pained reaction, then redoubles his attack as he revenges himself on the creature. Ears and Winter's Talon continue their 'fade-back then leap forward' approach, the Talon again raking at its belly, the Gnawer again going for the legs in concentrated ex-Weasel fashion.
Seeker and Dante cough and struggle for breath as the black mist encircles them, but they overcome the terror of asphyxiation and renew their efforts with claws and khopsh against the next black owl. Echen joins them, tearing twice at the owl. Luna-Singer joins in, slashing at the owl with her claws as Milah beats her wings furiously, trying to blow the black mist away from her packmates and back toward the banes.
The leader of the Junk Yard dogs barks out quickly. ~Keeps-Faith! One-Rage! Take it! The rest of you, watch for others!~ The smaller Ahroun quickly leaps forward as he lashes out with his claws, hoping to drive the creature to the ground, setting up the pack with a quick flurry of tactics. Leda turns on the speed as the world becomes a quick blur for her, nothing but buisness, four to the floor as she quickly aims with guided teeth and claw, her rage exploding into battle. Mist-Walker snarls loudly at the shadow-whip, watching Leda. If there's enough room, she will aid her sister in the fight. Three-Blades takes a stumble, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. After regaining her senses, she snaps back with her claws, hoping to aid the two Ahroun's who drive into battle.
Above, another owl dissolves as Night's Talons rends it, Leaves-His-Past getting the fatal blow with a snarl of vengeance. Milah does blow the black mist away, though it seems not to affect the rest of the owls. Below, Nightflash and Rides-Fire shred the creature under their claws rapidly, though it does get one more grazing blow in on Nightflash before it fades. To their side, Heart-of-Fury cuts into the other beast as the Strider theurge opens gaping slashes in its back. To the left, the other mission pack slams into the creature like a wave crashing onto the shore, cutting into its bulk as one. As they do so, it screeches once more, a lound, sharp sound, almost deafening. Back behind, more tendrils slide from the shadows even as the massive attack on the one causes it to fade back. Another comes out to grab at One-Rage, wrapping around his midsection, while another snaps towards Keep-sFaith, but is attacked by Mistwalker.
~Where's the Center of it?~ Three-Blades chirps out to the pack as she fades back, gathering the power in her haunches, ready to spring forward from a crouch. Her eyes are looking through the blur of tentacles, trying to find the core. ~I'll find it~ One-Rage grunts, gripping his massive claws into the tentacle which offends him, jerking forward with all his strength, pulling backwards, hoping to drive it towards them. Banecruncher joins the fray, leaping out to slash at the tentacle which binds his brother, putting his weight into his claws, tearing and ripping. Mist-Walker helps out her tribal sister, quickly snapping her jaws down into the tentacle, then RIPS back, hoping to tear out a huge chunk. J.D rushes forward in Crinos, her pale eyes scanning for the heart of the beast, most likely having the best perspective on it due to being unhindered in the fray. Heartsight crouches, while shrieking in defiance of the Wyrm-Thing attacking. She repeadtly srapes wildly at the ground below with her claws, hopiong to create sparks and light this thing on fire. ~BURN IT!!! FRY IT!!!~ Her wails pierce through the shadows, murderously.
Pack> Soulcatcher says "What a pose to wake up on. :)"
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "Jumpin' Joe!"
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "You nearly ran like a girly-man, Joseph."
Nightflash rises as the spirit fades, howling in triumph. Noticing his packmates still engaged, he calls in their direction. ~Ignore its cries! It has seen its death and it whines in fright. Remember who we fight for tonight. Huntress! Blue-Fur! Destoy that beast!~ Runs-Far joins the howl of triumph. Rides-Fire seems almost disappointed as his opponent disappears into mist. Still leaking blood, the ahroun turns to the remainder of his pack still in combat. Lunging forward, the Stargazer tries to find an opening to reach the foe with his teeth. Finds-the-Lost growls out a curt report from what he's managed to survey of the battle. ~What I can see is almost dead out here, but there's fighting behind the building. I don't see the Gnawers.~ The words are no sooner out of his mouth before he starts in that direction, too eager for another fight. Heart-of-Fury blows his rage wad with all the exuberance of his blood, teeth and claws blurring in a frenzy of mayhem. The little Strider keeps tearing into the behemonth's back with her claws, leaping again and again. Joseph apparently regains his composure and leaps for his spear, trying to catch hold and twist it loose. p nemo=NF: Inspiration! Rides: 1 permarage, assessing situation, then one bite. Steven: Rage wad: 3. Bite, claw, claw, bite. Sep: 1 rage for claw/claw. Joe: 1 wp to grab, and a rage for love.
Pack> Hope-Star keeps finding the urge to pose Steven's ooc descriptions of his actions. "... so as not to flee like a girly man." Sorry. :)
In Owen's pack, Jamethon roars out in pain and rears his head back as a gout of blood pumps from his ears at the creatures unearthly screech, still gripping its torn neck. He shifts into Hispo to make use of his added weight on the thing's upper torso and using the strength of burnt rage, he pulls back, attempting to topple the thing over onto the ground. Song-of-Fury's eyes widen in sudden agony, as he was directly in front of the Owl-Bear's beak as it shrieked. He falls back, clawing at his ruined ear drums, attempting to regain his equilibrium. Red joins grey and black as blood from Quick's ears splatters atop black and grayed out fur, and the Lord struggles to continue past the pain, and slashes his claws into the Owlbear's belly to remove what entrails it may have left. Winter's-Talon shudders and reels to the side as the thing to her left cuts the air, and her ears, with its scream. She shakes her head hard, then looks a little confused at she quickly rebalances for another attack. Ears dives again for the Owl-Bear's nether reegions, tearing and slashing.
Long distance to the room: Hope-Star oopses. Sorry folks.
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "A rage for love? :P"
From afar, to the room, One-Rage laughs! Now we know yer game plan. fwee :)
Pack> Hope-Star giggles and WOULD have to mav that page, of all pages.
Nemo pages: Works better if you hit return between the @emit and the page, but I got it. :)
From afar, to the room, Ears wanna sanity check. Who's whre, what banes are visible, etc. (er, visible to us, I mean.) Unless you just did it, in which case, bonk m on the head and tell me to scroll back.
Pack> Hope-Star ums. Joe, we have an owlbear-monster-thing, which we've been pegging for a bit along with Steven. It did something to try and make both Steven and Joe fox frenzy, and Joe lost hold of his spear (again). Joe got some good hits on it earlier. He's undamaged.
Pack> Soulcatcher always runs like a girly-man.
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "Joseph could superglue the spear to his hands."
Pack> Hope-Star says "No, you just always lose your spear. Now I feel guilty for doing that to you last week. :)"
Pack> Soulcatcher says "Sok. It's tradition. :)"
Nemo pages to the room: Sanity check: Owen's pack on one beastie. FS just took down one; working on a second. NT upstairs with a couple more dark owls. Gnawers nowhere to be seen.
Night's Talons continues its relentless assault on the tainted owls, with Leaves-His-Past attacking low while Milah claws from above. Echen and Seeker attack head-on, rage fueling the Fianna's attack and Seeker's kopsh slicing at its shadowy form. Luna-Singer slashes her claws at the thing's left flank.
Above, one owl goes down in a flurry of blows, while another simply explodes, its feathers flying around Night's Talons in a choking mass. A second creature goes down in short order under the combined attack of First Strike, though it does bite into the right shoulder of Heart-of-Fury before being taken down. To the left, the other mission pack reels collectively under the earlier shriek as Jamehont struggles vainly to topple the huge beast and Ears rips into the creature deeply. Quick gives it another gut wound and ephemera goes flying, but oddly, no entrails spill out. Back behind the hospital, Ethan rounds a corner just in time to see Mist-Walker rending a tentacle while another one pulls against One-Rage, neither going anywhere although bones snap audibly as the tentacle tightens around his middle despite Banecruncher's attack. J.D. pounces into a group of shadows as Three-Blades targets almost the same group with her view of the tentacles.
Pack> Hope-Star yays, Steven got bloodied. I know his evening's not complete without a wound to show off. :)
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "It impresses chicks."
From afar, to the room, Seeker sighs. "G'night, everybody."
Seeker has disconnected.
The leader of the Junk Yard Dogs follow the tenril he's clawing at, hopefully back to its heart. He slashes madly with both claws, razor like carnage hailing from the furious Ahroun. One-Rage growls out in pain as he feels the snap in his mid section, his breath catching all for a moment. Lifting one hand upwards, he sprays his claws outwards like a fan, then comes down on it furiously, hoping to tear into it like a saw. HeartSight blinks out of her fury, the snap of bones sobering her up as she glances about. Tearing forward, she dives towards the mass, off side of the center. The Asian Gnawer howls out in rage as she hears One-Rage's body begin to crumple. She blurs into the War Form of crinos this time and springs, claws ready to rend the base of the beast, more specifically, the tentacle which holds her brother. Leda continues her assault upon the tentacles visciously within her rage. IronJaw stays focused on the form in front of her, a rage-fueled leap towards its center as she makes to claw elbow deep in its mass. Mist-Walker looks about for something else to strike, preferably the heart of the mass.
Pack> Hope-Star says "So, are we following Ethan, NF? Shall we save the Gnawers' butts?"
Pack> Nightflash sends through the pack link, -Fire. Soulcatcher. Follow Finds-The-Lost. The rest, finish off that third beast.- It's obvious he doesn't think Owen's pack is up to the job.
Walks-with-Maat pages to the room: G'night, folks...
Walks-with-Maat has disconnected.
In Owen's pack, regains his balance and, with a clear howl of rage, springs forward, locking his gaping maw onto the creature's neck in an effort go sever it from its monstrous body. Although digging doesn't produce any entrails, Quick seems gruesomely satisfied with the gore of ephemera and continues his mining of the abdomen. Ears continues her previous tactics, her snarls muted as she again bites and slashes at the upper extremities of the Owl-Bear. Winter's-Talon continues to leap in with Ears, rage boiling at this thing that will not die. Jamethon, too, is getting pissed at this bastard's stuborn refusal to die and bends his head to try to tear a chunk of flesh from the Owl-Bear's shoulder where it meets the arm; while he does this he rakes his hind legs down the its back, as though he were trying to run up its monstrous body.
Nemo pages to the room: Sanity check: big cloud of feathers in the air. :) One damn wounded thingie that Owen's pack (sans Owen) are cutting into. For those who stop to listen, sounds of fighting from behind the building.
With two of the owl-banes remaining, Night's Talons reforms once again. Seeker slashes at one of the things with his kopsh while Leaves-His-Past darts in and out of the fight acrobatically, snatching with claws here and there, wherever there's an opening. Milah and Seirian and Echen hang back in reserve until the thing commits to an attack against either Seeker or Leaves-His-Past -- at which point the latter two fall back, and the former three fly forward to rip at the thing.
Nightflash snaps out something to his pack as he stands back to survey the situation. Heart-of-Fury snarls as the creature digs in to his shoulder, and then howls as he stands triumphant (bitches) over the spirit. Turning, he charges toward the remaining spirit-creature, although he saves a glance for the departing members of First Strike. Sepdet belts out a howl of victory along with her rival and packmate. At Nightflash's command, she too whirls and races to help Owen's pack finish off their beastie. Rides-Fire pauses where he is, panting, as the second enemy disappears under his claws. His amber gaze darts around him, pausing on each pack member in turn, and lingering not least on Stephen. Finally, the hispo rumbles a question, loudly to cut through the noise, ~Finds?~ Rides-Fire's heavy head swivels around, scenting air that stinks largely of blood. Runs-Far motions, telling his Elder, ~This way.~ The two Stargazers head toward where Ethan disappeared, with Soulcatcher following. Inside, Finds-the-Lost rounds the corner with a triumphant howl, momentarily forgetting about the rest of his newly formed pack as the thrill of battle takes over. Rage drives him into the fray, and claws slash out as he attempts to work his way past tentacles toward the center.
You paged Nemo with 'Sep: 1 rage to get there faster (low attack, as usual, on arrival). Finds-the-Lost/ethan: 1 permarage. Hell, just assume 1 permarage for each of us until this is over. :}'.
In the sky, Night's Talons' pack-based tactics once again pay off as Leaves-His-Past and Seeker fall back as one of the owls soars at the Strider, the other three making quick work of it. Below, Owen's pack finally lets their frustratoin show, tearing and ripping and shredding at the unnatural beast just as Heart-of-Fury and Sepdet reach them to aid. Back behind, the tentacle gripping One-Rage fades under the onslaught of three Garou as those attacking the mass's center rip into shadow, but start feeling a numbing cold. As the pair of Stargazers round the corner, the cluster fades back into---well, shadow onc again, though the feeeling of being watched doesn't let up at all.
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "Numbing cold. That can't be good."
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "It sounds kind of bad."
Pack> Leonard says "No no no. He said 'nummy cold!' That means ice cream!"
Pack> Leonard says "ITs an ice cream bane, which means he'll taste good but give you a serious headache. ;)"
Nemo pages to the room: mist-walker ironjaw finds-the-lost heartsight=You'll each lose one point of Dex for the next 48 hours, unless healed before then.
Nemo pages to the room: Bleah. Now I'm doing it. :-p Well, the appropriate people, take the message to heart. :)
In Owen's pack, Ears spares only a brief moment to notice the interlopers; most of her attention is focused on ripping the damn thing apart, with tooth, claw, and main strength of will. Song-of-Fury barely maintains his control as he savages the Owl-Bear's throat. Winter's-Talon is so far into the fight now she doesn't see the others anymore, just the blackish flesh she continues to try to tear away. Jamethon ignores the approaching help, not seeming to want nor care for their interference at all as he kicks off the beast's back with a rakeing of claws through the back of the thing's head and lands on the floor behind where the beast stands using the momentum of the drop to barrel forward into the Owl bane snapping with his jaws.
Night's Talons reverses its tactic on the final owl-bane, with Echen, Seirian, and Milah mixing it up, and Leaves-His-Past and Seeker hanging back to deliver the coup-de-grace once it commits to an attack. The Strider Ahroun's movements blur with the speed of Rage when he attacks.
Pack> Hope-Star eeps. We lost Joe again somewhere.
The huge crinos of Banecruncher growls angrily and slashes at a nearby wall. ~Something is still here~ With that, he starts back in the direction the pack had been traveling before the tendrils came out. Mist-Walker eyes the area the shadow's mass was at a moment before, then shakes out her claws to attempt restoring feeling to them. HeartSigh ignores the numbing feeling, her fury keeping her blood boiling. A howl of impotent rage, and the young Gnawer backs away to follow after Banecruncher. Three-Blades curses in an incomprehensible form of crinos cantonese as the beast fades into the shadows. Her claws scrape angrily at the side of the alley. Turning, she growls out as she sees her Elder stalk off. Her first clenches and unclenches, questioning. ~There is more, but we should take a moment to regroup, Are there healers in our pack?~ One-Rage stumbles as he's released, falling to his knees for a moment. Taking a breath, he grips his stomach, feeling the bones broken, yet, slowly reknitting. It will be a few days, but he should be fine. Up he goes, pushing himself to his feet, then follows after them, ignoring the pain inside his stomach. ~I'm fine~ He mutters. IronJaw thrusts a punch into the space that the beast previously occupied, an effort born of pure frustration and anger.
Steven and Sepdet make an unlikely team as they swing high, swing low, seizing any opening, each using the Rage of their totem to help bring the quarry down. Inside, Rides-Fire's ruff prickles as he suspiciously watches those shadows. His nostrils flare as he again tastes the air. Soulcatcher, beside him, flexes claws on his spear, searching the shadows accusingly as he seeks a target. Finds-the-Lost growls irritably at the Gnawers and others around him. ~Why are you waiting, it's still there, we have it on the run!~ He's still just itching to press the attack, but he's neither frenzied nor suicidal. For the moment, he reluctantly holds.
You paged Nemo with 'Rides: Heightened Senses. Sep, Stv, 1 rage.'.
From afar, to the room, Mist-Walker faceplants. Night all.
Heartsight pages to the room: I can't hold outmuch longer, either.
Mist-Walker has disconnected.
From afar, to the room, Song-of-Fury will have to bug out for the night in about 10 minutes. Sorry. ;(
This time, the adren Fianna ahroun's claws prove deadly, and his packmates have no need to intervene as the last owl spirit vanishes, and the feathers fall slowly to the ground. Under the whirling claws and vicious tearing bites of parts of both Wolverine mission packs, the final creature shudders, raking at Ears before disappearing entirely, leaving three long, fairly shallow marks diagonally across her chest. Behind the builing, the darkness lingers, but nothing attacks the Garou.
The Ahroun of One-Rage is more then willing to continue forward with their attack as he shakes off the pain, stepping up to HeartSight and Bane as they continue to press further. HeartSight snarls, overhearing Finds, even as they head further in. ~On The Run?~ Three-Blades question. Her Rage still simmering inside. ~It's not running, its waiting. And we're going to jump right into the ant's nest.~ She growls, but follows after Banecruncher, glancing at One-Rage briefly. IronJaw thinks, actually, that the thing has retreated, and things are over for the moment, but thats just her.
Pack> Nightflash sends, -Fire. Lost. What is happening back there?-
The menace and sense of being watched is almost palpable, but nothong attacks nor presents itself fo attack. ONce again, occasionally there will be movement in the shadows out of the corner of one's eye, but everything is still when looked at directly.
Banecruncher pauses to survey the garou following him. He wrinkles his muzzle at Three-Blades' comment. ~Theurges. We need theurges to do any more back here.~ He growls in frustration and looks at the others. ~We will rejoin the rest.~
Quick pages to the room: Good night. Don't die now.
Pack> Leonard says "And the pack comes home to welcome in its newest member!"
Quick has disconnected.
Echen has disconnected.
Song-of-Fury, Owl-Bear finally obliterated, shifts back to lupus and turns to the rest of his pack, administering an occasional lick to reassure them. You have all done well. Wolverine will be proud, as will Owen. Let us return to the Caern, now. We must heal and prepare for battle tomorrow.
Pack> Rides-Fire says back through the link, -It's disappeared, but I can hear many more coming. We need to retreat.-
Three-Blades's eyes travel from one side to another, her ears pricking at Banecruncher's decision. She nods slightly, and steps to one side, allowing the Gnawer elder through before following behind.
One-Rage glances to Bane and dips his head in a nod, even though his gaze still focuses upon the dark confines of the alley. ~Ok..~ Is all he really says, rumbling, one hand searching his stomach once more, feeling the broken bones within. Turning, he follows after his pack, lumbering upon each solid footstep, flattening his ears to his skull.
From afar, to the room, Ironjaw falls down now. Way past the Get's bedtime.
Heartsight snarls in frustration, and lingers as the others depart, until their mutterings to eachother drag her away, also.
Heart-of-Fury slowly takes in breath as the final bane disappears under the onslaught of tooth and claw. The Fianna withdraws to reform with the rest of his pack. The Strider scans the remaining grounded combatants for injuries, teeth still bared and bloody. Finds-the-Lost waits until there is forward movement from Bancecruncher's pack. ~I'll go get the others, they should be done with the rest by now,~ he says, and starts quickly off to find the rest of First Strike. Rides-Fire's posture actually shows a flicker of fear, and he chuffs sharply to at least stop his packmate from following. ~More come,~ he then says sharply. ~Many, many, many.~ Soulcatcher snarls at the Stargazer's words and belts out, ~Get /back/ you fools.~ First Strike is leaving the building.
Night's Talons also withdraws to the caern, flying back through the Umbra.
Rides-Fire shakes himself, anger growing. ~Wyrm. Thick.~ He then repeats, ~Many, many, many. OUT!~
From afar, to the room, Leaves-His-Past flops
Leaves-His-Past has disconnected.
Pack> Finds-the-Lost says "Okay. We leave. That's a wrap?"
Ironjaw has disconnected.
Pack> Hope-Star certainly hopes so.
Pack> Hope-Star peers. Banecruncher has no idea he nearly led a group to their deaths, there, does he?
Silver takes a moment to calm herself and then happily shifts for the run home, eager to get out of the scab now that the fight is done.
Fights-For-Hope looks with a scowling dark look at where the owlbear his pack was fighting that got intruded upon by Echen, and steps past it without a word to check on the condition of his pack, seeing if any are seriously injured enough to require a quick healing. Noting that no one is damaged beyond personal repair he heads off to the caern.
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "Probably not."
Pack> Hope-Star says "Kind of an awkward way to end a revel, with a retreat, but my gods, we can't clear the whole city in a night!"
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "Well, given Seeker's plan of attack: "Get her Ray" I guess a retreat is kind of inevitable."
Pack> Leonard ROTFL
Nightflash pages to the room: We killed /our/ target's, BC. Two of them!
From afar, to the room, Three-Blades sniffs, rather disappointed the JYD didn't kill off banesushi.
Jamethon pages to the room: My pack was reaaaaaaaly wanting to kill off their bane with /NO/ help from anyone else.
As the last few Garou clear the alley under the urgings of Rides-Fire and Soulcatcher, the moon is finally cut off from the alley by the Umbral structur of the hospital and the sheer passage of time, and the entire alley plunges into a deep, unnatural darkness.
Nightflash regroups his pack, makes certain everyone can run, then heads back to the caern.
You paged Nightflash with 'Back to the bluff? You're east coast, ya? Up to you whether you want to humor poor Leo, who seems a mite impatient.'.
Nightflash pages: I don't want to keep putting him off.
Long distance to Nightflash: Hope-Star yeps. We'll do it quick as we can.
Contents:
Leonard
Obvious exits:
Cave Trail
Nightflash approaches from the surrounding foothills.
Nightflash has arrived.
Heart-of-Fury approaches from the surrounding foothills.
Heart-of-Fury has arrived.
Pack> Leonard says "Yay!"
Pack> Nightflash says "HOw wounded is everyone?"
Leonard is down by the stream, washing off what looks to be assorted soot and smelling of smoke.
Pack> Heart-of-Fury's 3 agg down.
Hope-Star stalks up to the bluff and gives a howl, although that's not her normal way of introducing herself up here. ~Little Bear! We are come! Will you join us this night?~
Leonard sputters and stands, looking up at the bluff. "Uh. Yeah, give me a second..." He fumbles about, then just gives a 'hell with it' shrug and shifts down to lupus, climbing up the hill until he's at Hope-Star's side.
Pack> Hope-Star blinks. Joe! :)
Pack> Rides-Fire says "3 down"
Pack> Soulcatcher makes it back on, yet again.
Rides-Fire has arrived.
Pack> Heart-of-Fury hi5s Rides.
Pack> Rides-Fire whoops it up with HoF.
Pack> Heart-of-Fury takes Rides out to certain bar's he's acquainted with.
Pack> Little Bear says "Good Lord. I'm packing with the McKenzie brothers."
Pack> Rides-Fire wants one with fur.
Pack> Heart-of-Fury almost snorts Coke.
Hope-Star's tail wags, although all this gadding about makes even a Strider a bit tired when legs are as short as hers. I will summon, she tells Nightflash with a duck of the eyes, and paces a few strides away to focus herself before letting out a hair-raising snarl.
Little Bear jumps three feet and back at Hope-Star's snarl, looking around wildly for whatever must be attacking.
Nightflash and the rest of the pack still wear the dirt and blood from tonight's battle. You wished to join our pack, yes? He looks at Little Bear. It is time.
The Fianna climbs up the slope painfully, his shoulder gaping open, the blood clotting on his fur. His ear twitches as the sounds travel to him, and he tries to make better speed.
Little Bear blinks, then gets the little lightbulb-over-the-head expression. Yes. He looks at Hope-Star again, relaxing slightly.
Soulcatcher follows in behind the others, practically the last one to reach the bluff. He shakes some of the blood and dirt from his fur, coming to stand by Nightflash as he addresses Little Bear.
You paged Soulcatcher with 'You went into the hospital, helped get the Idiots out, and the blight pulled down a huge ball of darkness as the last of them left the building. (Banecruncher wanted to keep fighting all night, as far as I can tell. :P)'.
Hope-Star continues to snarl. She really doesn't use very polite language with this particular spirit, but then, Wolverine isn't one to pander to sweet-talk. Wolverine! Companion to our hunt! We return with the blood of our foes on our claws! Come to us!
Little Bear glances at Soulcatcher, tail thumping the ground twice in greeting.
Heart-of-Fury pages to the room: Er. I'm going to be Wolverine tonight?
Nightflash pages to the room: Yep.
Heart-of-Fury pages to the room: Cool.
From afar, to the room, Little Bear poofs. We're all Umbral. Go on. :)
The totem predator emerges from across the stream bank where the Garou crossed into the shadow. *What do you want, crescent?* He inspects the pack and seems to grudgingly approve of their blood and their wounds, although he pauses at Little Bear. The spirit shifts anxiously, glowering at Sepdet.
Soulcatcher shifts, still edgy from battle and perhaps a little nervous about what this particular spirit will think of his little cliath.
Rides-Fire, drained of rage and unable to understand the spirit, just stands and watches without speaking.
Little Bears' ears swivel back, then forward, then back again, and he sits up straighter.
Rides-Fire pages to the room: Well, as drained as a child of Wolverine can be.
Hope-Star's hackles are raised as she meets the spirit's glower unflinchingly. We bring you another to fight for Gaia! she growls triumphantly. One of the North Wind's own claws.
Long distance to the room: Hope-Star chalks up one WP point for "bluster". ;)
From afar, to the room, Little Bear hands Seppie some pom-poms.
Nightflash stares at the spirit boldly, proudly bearing the wounds dealt to him an hour before.
The wolverine spirit snorts at the reply, sneezing toward the metis. A hint of contempt; he does not seem impressed. *Don't you already number enough to accomplish your mission?* It looks again at Little Bear, and then back at the Strider.
Little Bear narrows his eyes, ears swivelling back and staying there this time.
Nightflash speaks up now. *We may need more. It appears the others you chose may not be up to the task.*
Little Bear pages to the room: Oooh. Saucer of milk for the CoGgie!
Hope-Star bares her teeth at Wolverine, tail betraying an amused twitch at the alpha's comment. Yes. We had to help them finish off their bane after taking down two others ourselves.
Rides-Fire, who can understand the Garou side, betrays a mixture of pride and selfish good-humor. He sneezes once, then watches the spirit for reaction.
Soulcatcher merelyruns his tongue along his muzle, still anxious. His eyes move between the spirit, the Wendigo, and the rest of the pack.
The spirit snorts again, distempered. It makes a circle around the Wendigo cliath critically, and then looks back at Nightflash. *Don't allow him to disappoint me.* The wolverine glowers at the Fianna, as it turns away from the group. Heart-of-Fury answers with a toothy lupine expression, before the spirit slips away once more.
Little Bear blinks, watching the spirit go. That's it?
Hope-Star's tail wags lazily at Little Bear. Seems so. Don't worry. It can only kill you, if you disappoint.
Hope-Star includes herself in that statement, quickly sobering. Then she looks around at the others.
Nightflash chuffs, relaxing a bit as the spirit leaves. Tomorrow night you prove yourself to it.
Little Bear snorts, standing and shaking dismissively. He looks around at the rest of you, expectantly. So... now what?
Heart-of-Fury replies with his own snort. Now you bleed with us. Now you kill with us.
Soulcatcher settles to the ground, allowing his fatigue to sow a little more. He relaxes a bit, too, and begins to clean himself up a bit.
Little Bear chuffs. Oh. He doesn't seem all that enthused with the idea. Instead he goes to check on Soulcatcher. Are you hurt?
Hope-Star bares her teeth instinctively at the Galliard's proud statement, but the voice of reason intrudes. Now we let the fighters rest, to bring our strength back to full like the waxing moon. Who needs healing?
Heart-of-Fury seems less than impressed with the younger Wendigo thus far; his current form does nothing to mask it. He drops to his haunches and rolls a couple of times, gingerly. His shoulder is still gashed open but he doesn't answer the question from the metis theurge.
Hope-Star can't help but betray a hint of baiting in the Fianna's direction, although her question is a sincere one.
Nightflash looks the pack over. My wounds will heal in a day or two. Rides-The-Wave-Of-Fire and Heart-Of-Fury seem worse.
Soulcatcher continues his quiet grooming without comment.
Hope-Star exhales and shifts up to a form with hands, shaking her head slightly at Nightflash. She moves to the one who's permitted her to help at least once before without ripping her nose off, and kneels beside the Stargazer.
Rides-Fire looks sour, twitching his good ear. I would not need healing, but we fight again tomorrow night. So I will accept it.
Hope-Star contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
You shift into Glabro form.
You paged Rides-Fire with 'What's yaz rage again?'.
Rides-Fire pages: Right now, 6. :(
Long distance to Rides-Fire: Sepdet buffs her knuckles. 7 come 11, make my day...
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Heart-of-Fury looks at the Stargazer and seems to grudgingly agree, although he doesn't make any strong audible indications of that.
Little Bear pages: Leave him to rot! Make him beg! Maybe he'll die tomorrow! :)
Sepdet's rather gentle lullabye probably brings a sneer to several listeners, but she can't help it. Especially now, she needs something to concentrate against the tug of the moon. Or maybe not. As her hands move over the Stargazer, the skin seals like a zipper closing.
Long distance to the room: Sepdet rolls 10's for the Gazer. I'll probably botch on Steven. ;)
Little Bear sits next to Soulcatcher, yawning hugely. There was a fire at the farmhouse. The Fallen ones set it then ran. Tecmessa and I chased them but they got into a car and we lost them. Peacekeeper killed one of them by himself. THey burned the body. The barn got burned some and the fields are lost, but I think the cubs are all fine.
Soulcatcher's grooming stops when he hears the lullaby. For a moment, his expression wars between confused and excited, and then he seems to settle down again, returning to his task after a while.
Rides-Fire pages: Woo!
Rides-Fire takes an easier breath as his side closes. Though not prone to physical affection toward the mule, the ahroun reaches out with his muzzle and bumps her in thanks.
Nightflash pads around restlessly, still worked up by the previous battle.
Heart-of-Fury stands at attention suddenly, although the movement makes the Galliard give a whine of pain. And that is all? You make a poor taleteller, Wendigo. He turns a glance toward the Strider and skitters back away from her.
Little Bear snorts at Steven. Next time I tell it I'll make sure you're drunk first. Then you'll praise it to the skies.
Sepdet works over the Stargazer a little more to make sure he's intact, then gives his shoulder a rough thump. ~That should keep you on your toes for a bit, eh?~ she says a little proudly. Then she turns back just in time to see Steven's retreat, and scowls. ~Am I going to have to bite your -tail- off again?~ she growls, with a trace of honest-to-gosh warmth. ~Come here. For Gaia's sake. Let me heal you now, or I'll try my damnedest to see if I can save your ass before witnesses someday.~
Nightflash pauses in his steps to watch the exchange.
Heart-of-Fury looks at the Gaian, practically begging for an easy out. His ears flatten back. Its not bad. The lie doesn't carry well in lupus. He stays where he is.
Pack> Sepdet says "Oh, poor Steven. I was half expecting him to attack Sepdet for that. :}"
Nightflash chuffs softly, understanding in his tone. We need you strong for tomorrow. Sleep if you prefer, but your wounds will require healing.
Heart-of-Fury's muzzle curls in absolute distaste. He does sink to his haunches, ears still flat.
Sepdet waits for the Fianna's response with lips pursed; by her body language, it's clear she isn't really going to push on this point. After all, it's Steven. But it's also a packmate, and when he crouches down, she moves over to his side to work on the shoulder. In a concession to his sprained dignity, she has the decency not to sing, and her particular style of healing doesn't actually use touch, at least. Her hands are probably still too close for comfort as she moves them slowly over the irritable Fianna like a scanner.
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You paged Heart-of-Fury with 'If you're willing to put up with someone who uses dice (only for this!), I just rolled -damn- well. Wolverine seems to agree with me. :}'.
From afar, Heart-of-Fury woo. Go you.
Nightflash's ears splay in good humor. If it brings you comfort, know that I will require the same if my wounds have not healed by the time we fight tomorrow.
Sepdet's eyes narrow as she works over the Fianna, taking as much professional care as if he were a close friend rather than a comrade. When she pulls her hands away, it's clear that this is one battleground where the little mule excels. Then her head sags. ~Whoah,~ she mutters, crashing adrenalin catching up with her.
Pack> Nightflash just realized that this is the downside to being in a Wolverine pack. The difficulty for MT is the target's rage.
Pack> Sepdet yeps. I had lucky rolls tonight; the way my dice usually go, I'd not have been able to heal Rides at all.
Heart-of-Fury is like a stone as Sepdet moves toward him. He's definitely not happy, but he doesn't flinch away from her or shift as her hand moves toward him. For Gaia. It's like a mantra for the Fianna. It doesn't make it any more palatable, but it does help to make it acceptable, for now. He eyes the mule, but as she steps back he gives the shoulder an experimental shake. An ear twitches for her, his sole acknowledgement.
The corner of the Strider's mouth quirks in a ghost of a grin; she didn't expect any more. With a nod, she rocks back on her heels and turns her attention to Nightflash soberly. ~If you find you need healing, seek someone outside the pack, alpha,~ she says soberly. ~I'm all right, but I should save what I can for dealing with the spirits tomorrow.~
Nightflash indicates that he will do so, then begins walking again. We did well this night. We must do the same again tomorrow. Sleep well, packmates. Tomorrow we take back what belongs to us.
Sepdet's chin lifts. ~Tomorrow,~ she agrees grimly, hands clenching on her knees. ~Goodnight, Nightflash-yuf.~
Nightflash starts to walk away, but he hesitates at the honorific chosen by Sepdet. He begins to turn back before stopping himself. That doesn't need to be dealt with tonight. With a snort, he gives himself a good shaking and starts back toward the caern.
Heart-of-Fury stands again, and turns to leave the bluff. Until tomorrow. A strong note of approval hangs on the Galliard's comment. He offers parting glower for the metis, before he departs.
Pack> Nightflash shakes a fist! :-)
Pack> Sepdet pisses off -both- of 'em. Ah, such a fun pack. :)
Pack> Heart-of-Fury says "Spikes! In the head! For you!"
Pack> Sepdet says "Night you. This is fun. Weird, but fun."
Pack> Nightflash isn't really pissed, he just feels that that needs to be settled once and for all.
Heart-of-Fury heads back into the forest along the faint trail.
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