Ornature

[Roman Turner] "He followed Sorrow's example, only he picked up what remained of poor Greenie to gently cradle in his hands, carrying the remains back to the stoplight.

"Mighty sorry for your loss. He was a good Greenie and will be sorely missed."

[Parlour] The wailing had continued, unabated throughout the combat. It was an unending thread nearly an octave above the deeper sounds of snarls and growls of wolves and spirit. It continues for several seconds after the absolute silence of the bane's death and then stops, abruptly.

The red-light gremlin, its chest puffed and back straight, eyes glistening bright and red, flashing in rhythm, it's toneless chant continuing on:

"Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop."

The amber-light gremlin is curled, its back facing out, into the middle well of the traffic light. Its back is hairless, its spine clearly defined through its thin skin, each knob visible. They can see it shift sinuously as the gremlin uncoils, turning to its other side before rolling up to a sitting position, it's slender knees hooked over the edge of the well. It wraps small hands on either side, leaning forward to look down at the bane's body at the base of its home. "Hee." It says softly, its mouth widening, the edges lifting up into a wide, manical grin. "Heeee." It says again, before leaping to its feet.

"Hee," it cackles, bouncing in place, clapping its hands, its orange eyes flashing and blinking with joy.

A bane shrieks again, this time with an answering call.

They can hear a steady, rhythmic staccato clacking. A whirr. A click. At their feet, around their feet, small spiders scurry forward toward the dead bane. Here and there a larger spider, its head topped by a small swivelling light joins them. The bane disappears beneath a wave of spiders.

In Fate's hands, Greenie is limp, half masticated and nearly bloodless. Shards of bones stick up from its ribcage, the red of its organs already fading, framed in the grey of its rent skin.

[Roman Turner] "Tell him we're mighty sorry about his little friend. If he wants, I can try burying him."

He turned slightly so the body wasn't so visible because it might stir up the screaming again. It also gave him a chance to watch behind them in the direction of the pizza parlour.

[Rain of Brass Petals] "You're going to want to get ready, we're going to be dealing with a mess pretty soon and if we don't have a good position we'll be fighting from all sides," she says. She warns, "this could get bad fast."

She looks at the gremlins,, clears her throat and straightens up. They had been looking for something to give them light in the pizza place. This, however, changed tunes. Changed targets. Changed focus. The Fury spoke up.

"We're sorry about your friend, if you want? We can bury him? What would you like for us to do?"

[Sorrow] Sorrow pads away from the corpse of the bane, lifting her great paws with a feral delicacy to avoid the swarming spiders, flicking away any that come to close. Some half-dozen feet away, closer to the pizza parlor than the stop light, the massive wolf pauses, her tail low with caution, her ears swiveling, lively and alert, watching for the onrush of banes, listening to the call and response as their inhuman cries spark out against the darkness.

Close enough to Roman for conversation, she shifts again, her frame folding itself into the upright, formal warform. When she stands straight again, she is nearly nine feet tall, iron-furred, with gleaming yellow eyes - nothing like the human woman she is most of the time. Her gaze flicks back to Adamidas as she suggests thast they get ready, then to Roman. "When we go in," Sorrow says, quiet to the young Child of Gaia. "Sneak if you can. Come at the foe from a blindside, from behind. Use your stealth to advantage. Understand?"

[Roman Turner] "Yessum."

He nodded once. His pink tongue swept across his sharp teeth as he spoke softly in the high tongue.

"We keep standing around, we're gonna have a stampede coming this way. I'd hoped whatever is inside would get curious enough to come out. Ya want I should look for a back way in or something?"

[Sorrow] "We don't have time for that," her voice is a deep growl in this form, low and sure. She keeps it quiet, this conversation, as she glances back toward the pizza parlor. "And I'd rather we not get separated, now. Let Adamidas make a deal for some light, and we'll take the front door as easily as the back."

[Roman Turner] "Yessum."

[Parlour] The amber-light gremlin is cheering on the spiders at the base of the lamp-post.

"BIND HIM. GET HIM. EAT HIM," waving its wimbly arms about over its head. It takes a moment for it to hear Rain of Brass Petals.

It blinks, wide eyed toward the wolf-monster-man-thing. Its head cocks.

"It should return to the web," he says, his voice high, almost child like. "Everything returns to the web."

Fate feels a tickle up his leg. A small spider moving through his fur. There's a bane crawling out from between the spaces of the shadow buildings, its body low to the ground, each stride of its many legged form careful and slow.

(perception+primal urge everyone!
intell+spirit lore [wyrm or weaver] if you have it)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [per+primal urge: eh?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Sorrow] Per + Primal Urge
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] Per + PU
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] Rain of Brass Petals has no way of knowing at what the bane is slinking - them or the spiders.
to Rain of Brass Petals

[Roman Turner] He looked down at the climbing spider and repressed a shudder as he lowered the small body of Greenie to the ground and shook the spider from his fur before stepping away from the body. Most of his attention returned to the bane crawling out from between buildings.

"Ding dong, Avon calling. Here comes the welcome wagon. Fuller Brush man. Bible salesman. Gonna try and sell us a Kirby."

[Parlour] The bane is hunting, its body low to the ground, almost slithering across the concrete. It does not make a sound as it slowly inches forward, claw over claw over claw. Its eyes, bale-fire green and burning are slits, its tail low and lashing.

Danger promises itself in every motion. But the bane is headed for the spiders, not the Garou.
to Roman Turner

[Parlour] The bane is hunting, its body low to the ground, almost slithering across the concrete. It does not make a sound as it slowly inches forward, claw over claw over claw. Its eyes, bale-fire green and burning are slits, its tail low and lashing.

Danger promises itself in every motion. But the bane is headed for the spiders, not the Garou.

Sorrow can see the bane's head turn, slightly, a glance toward a nearby building. There's another bane, in the shadow of it, its green eyes blinking, slowly.
to Sorrow

[Roman Turner] "Bane coming, there with the green eyes. Coming right this way, though it seems to be heading for the spiders. Dang if it ain't gonna get nasty here right quickly, ya might tell them spiders."

[Rain of Brass Petals] It should return to the web.
Everything returns to the web.

"Put it down," she says. She can think things through, and she can be fairly smart from time to time. However, this was a city. This was a city and she had no idea what happened in a city. As much as she talked to concrete and glass, they didn't give her much in the way of knowledge of urban spirits or what she meant. Then, she said it a little late.

She looks over and Roman is putting the gremlin down.

Adam is clueless in terms of what's going on around her. No idea what the bane is creeping up on- she's too busy thinking about what the spirit had said.

[Rain of Brass Petals] Then?

"They're coming for the spiders, you need to hide. It's not safe," she tells the spirits. She tries to warn "we'll try to get rid of them, but we'll need your help because we need to be able to see. Can you help us?"

[Sorrow] Sorrow adds her support to Roman's warning, almost wordless in this moment.

Then, she tips her massive head across the street - to something standing in the leeside shadow of a waiting building, eyes glaring balefully from the shadows. "There's another one, there. They're in communication. Some of those spiders have lights. If you've not already made a deal, tell them that we'll fight with them if they will illuminate our fight."

[Roman Turner] "Best make it quick cause they are building up courage in numbers. I don't knowing they seem to be working together."

He shifted his weight from hind paw to hind paw, getting ready.

[Rain of Brass Petals] "We'll fight with the spiders, beside them, and help, if they'll light the way. All we need is to be able to see."

They're building in numbers. Make it quick, she hears. She relays the information as best she can, and words are tinged with a definite sense of urgency.

[Parlour] "Fighting is futile" the spiders speak, many voices blending into one. Or perhaps one voice distorted as it were many. The Garou cannot tell. No spider turns to face them. No spider acts any different than the rest. They all hear the voices or voice, disembodied and disconnected. "Fighting creates chaos of order. Shatters concrete, breaks glass. Tears skin and bone and spills blood.

"We abhor the chaos," The spiders suddenly shift outward like ripples after a dropped stone, leaving behind a small grey bulge at the base of the lamp post curled and misshapen, attached to the ground like it were a moth's cocoon. "We deny its existence.

"Fighting is futile."

[Parlour] The spiders speak in English. The language of Humans, who bring cities across the world like a plague.

[Roman Turner] "Then you die willingly? You will let them slaughter your people and not do a thing about it? Death is change."

Meanwhile he began drawing on a gift. Persuasion as he spoke.

"The way to keep order is to stop senseless deaths among your kind. Help us this one time and for a bit, make some order from the senseless."

[Roman Turner]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Sorrow] "I cannot think like them." Sorrow says this quietly to Roman and to Adamidas in the high tongue of the Garou. There is no English in her now; there is, however, a certain subvocal frustration that skims through her body with the assertion of her rage in the air around here. They have no modi with them: but they have a Fenrir. Her chin rises in the direction of the parlor. " - and there's nothing left of that corpse by now. If we kill another, and throw it into the parlor, though, the spiders with the lights will follow."

[Rain of Brass Petals] "Fighting brings purpose," she says, "it breaks glass so you may mend it. It shatters concrete so you can make it stronger. It creates chaos so you can bring order again... but if you all die, you can't bring order, you can't make the concrete strong, you can't keep the glass clear... there will only be chaos, and no one to bring that order back..."

She stops, and looks to Sorrow. She nods, "it's what they're programmed to do... I think that this is a good idea."

[Roman Turner] Oh he liked that thought, it earned Sorrow a big toothy smile.

"We got two targets, closest one wins."

[Parlour] "We bring order to chaos. We do not bring chaos so that we can bring order. We bring order, we bring order, we bring -" the closest bane lazily reaches out a claw and swipes a claw at the nearest spider. It sizzles and spurts electric blue sparks as half it body is rent away, turning unevenly on its remaining appendages before over-balancing and falling over. "-order." The chorus continues unabated.

"There are billions of us. We do not die out. We bring order."

The bane is a half dozen feet away, gathering its feet beneath itself to pounce into the centre of the spiders. Greenie had been laid down only minutes ago. Now, as spiders begin to fan out, disappearing across the concrete, they can see the remains of the gremlin, spun into the concrete.

Above, on the intersection light, the amber-light gremlin hums happily. The red-light gremlin continues it's never ending drone.

In the real world, the redlight flashes interminably.

[Sorrow] "They're together. Sharing signals," Sorrow remarks, still low. Her massive head lowers minutely, indicating again the second bane watching the creeping-firstin the shadow of the building. "We'll take the closer one, but be wary and watchful." This last is to both Adamidas and Roman. Then, to the later. "If you can come in from behind, do so.

In a moment, she is melting into her hispo form, her body sinking to the calcified concrete sidewalk, her head low, her paws sharp, ready to pounce.

[Sorrow] Bite Bane!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] He hadn't noticed just how close that bane had gotten. It killed one of the spiders and the others acted like nothing new there. Hive brain with a kind of we will live forever god complexes. How did one reason with that kind of brain?

"Insane in the main brain."

Spider down, bane way too close and he was going to move in to position to keep the other one from diving in to the fight that was about to happen. At least it might slow the second one to give the others a chance.

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

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

[Rain of Brass Petals] [8+1d10!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Parlour] The bane is plucking spiders off, in batches if they're small enough. In singles if they're not. There must be a hundred at least, and for every one which is consumed, another joins the horde.

They begin to swarm the bane. They do not fight, they said. They make order from chaos. The bane is chaos.

They make order from chaos.

The bane's skin sizzles, zapping a spider from its flank, sending it sprawling, its body shuddering and shaking from residual energy frying its innards. Sorrow crashes into the beast. Her teeth find purchase, but do not break the flesh. As her feet hit the ground, the bane snarls, whirling on her and charging.

(+6!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Victor Oseragighte] (( Pardon, open or closed? ))
to Parlour

[Parlour] Icknag init +6!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Roman Turner] Inti. +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Parlour] The swarm + 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Parlour] Sorrow 18
The swarm 16
Rain of Brass Petals 13
Fate 9
Nergl 9
Iknag 8

Iknag - 1. LEAP - swift flight
2. Bite Sorrow

Nergl - RAR! BLAST SORROW.

[Parlour] (correction - Iknag is biting Rain of Brass Petals.)

[Roman Turner] The Bane went for Sorrow and so in true tag team fashion, he leap for the back end of the Bane.

1a claw
1b claw

[Rain of Brass Petals] Actions!
1a: shoot Nergl
1b: Shoot Iknag (jerk)
1c: Shoot Nergl
1d: Shoot Iknag (true shot! -1 rage!)

[Rain of Brass Petals] (action chaaaange!
just shoot Nergl, poor nergl.)

[Parlour] Swarm.

Calcify the bodies of the fallen spiders.

[Sorrow] Sorrow: 1a. Bite; 1b. Bite; Rage 1: Bite; Start with Nergl, move on to Iknag when Nergl is down.

[Sorrow] 1. BITE. -2
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

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

[Sorrow] 1b. BITE -3
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Parlour] (Nergl: -4)

[AWatchfulCrow] ((Mind if I watch?))

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Parlour] (I don't!)

[Sorrow] (I don't mind!)

[Parlour] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] Nergl -8

[Roman Turner] 1a claw
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1 b claw
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 7, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [okay! Pewpew!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [okay, come oooon damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] Blast Sorrow - damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sorrow] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] Sorrow tears into the bane which lets its rage focus and explode over the Fenrir's skin. She feels the heat, but does not burn.

Rain of Brass Petal's arrow finds it mark, but only just. It grazes the things appendage, leaving the smallest of scratches, a contrast to the great rents in the beasts skin from the Skald's teeth.

Fate's claws miss, then hit, but leave no mark. The bane screams its pain as another moves faster than the eye can see. It is on the Black Fury in an instant, it's claws bared.

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

[Parlour] (uhm. ignore that roll.)

[Sorrow] Rage: BITE NERGL
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 6, 6, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] Iknag claws Rain of Brass Petals!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Parlour] Iknag does damage
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Oww!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Parlour] Sorrow lashes out with teeth and fang, tearing another bite of rancid flesh from the bane. It howls - but stands still, if only barely, ichor raining on the concrete.

The other bane strikes out, tearing into Rain of Brass Petal's side, leaving a burning trail of pain along her ribcage. Blood wets her fur.

The spiders communicate in clicks and clacks as they swarm about their own fellows leaving small calcified piles. As the ichor leaves smears on the concrete; smaller spiders swarm beneath the bleeding bane, studiously beginning to tidy up, even as the mess occurs.

[Sorrow] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Parlour] Nergl + 6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Roman Turner] Init +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Parlour] Iknag +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Rain of Brass Petals] [8+1d10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Parlour] Rain of Brass Petals - 15
Fate - 15
Iknag - 15
Sorrow - 12
Nergl - 12

[Parlour] Nergl: Blast Sorrow!

[Sorrow] Sorrow: 1a. BITE. 1b. BITE; Rage 1: BITE - Nergl first, then Iknag.

[Parlour] Iknag: Claw. Incite Frenzy on Rain of Brass Petals.

[Roman Turner] It looked like Sorrow had things under control and arrow woman wasn't going to be able to shoot in hand to hand combat range. So he had to make a quick choice which meant breaking off to try and get to Iknag to help Rain before it was too late.

1a claw
1b claw

[Rain of Brass Petals] [actions! -1 rage to hispo (toodles bow!)
1a: Icky, be bitten!
1b: bite again
1c: seriously, if you ain't hurt yet, she deserves to Frenzy.)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [action?
1a: dex3+hispo2+brawl2= 7 - 1 (oww) - 3 (split) = 3 dice, diff 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [damage! str2+stheno1+hispo3+hispobite2+0= 8, diff 6!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [With feeling, this time?]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Again?]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [ANGRY HARPY SOUNDS!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]

[Rain of Brass Petals] [...]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Parlour] mommy
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1a claw Icky
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1b claw icky
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Parlour] eek
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] CLAAAAAAAAAAAAW
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] da DAMAGE!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Parlour] Incite Frenzy
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Sorrow] 1a.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage! NERGL.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Parlour] urk
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] x_x

[Sorrow] 1b. BITINGS.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP]

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

[Parlour] soakings!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Sorrow] RAGE: BITINGS.
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

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

[Parlour] soak'em!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Parlour] x_x

[Parlour] The world is full of blood and snarls and ichor and the smell of foetid bodily fluids. Fate turns from Sorrow and the other bane, leaping forward to sink his claws into the Fury's target and attacker. He tears flesh and rips strips of skin away, staining his claws with blood. Rain of Brass Petals sinks her teeth into the bane's body and tears out a piece of its flank while the beast shrieks, lashing out with its claws.

When its claws connect it -

there is no pain. No realization of the connection, no realization of the damage. She does not hurt. She sees red. Red like blood, red like passion, red like anger.

It pulsates, a living breathing thing pounding inside her skull and she feels no pain, even as a howl tears through her throat. The Black Fury does not carry much rage beneath her skin. She does not frenzy often.

She frenzies now, her mind utterly over taken, the rage vibrating in her skull and down her spine. Blood splatters the ground from her wounds and she feels none of it.

Fate had done his best to try and avert this. But now, he is just a target.

--

Sorrow strikes her target - and even as her claws connect, she has a sense that the bane had been nearly dead. It falls like a bag of cloth to the ground, limp and lifeless, twitching once, and then stilling. Behind her, she hears the Fury's rage screaming, the bane's mocking chitter. She whirls, and in one step, is there. Teeth sink into rotting flesh and meat tearing the beast apart. Blow after blow connect. The bane staggers, then falls, still.

They have two corpses on the ground.

Rain of Brass Petal's mind clears abruptly, as if a veil had been lifted. Her throat is raw, but she does not remember making a sound.

[Roman Turner] He had tensed when Rain went nutzo and in the blink of that realization Sorrow stepped in and ended the problem. He swallowed hard and though he was still a bit worried about turning his back on Rain he reached for a dead bane.

"Quick! Into the Pizza joint with them!"

[Sorrow] Sorrow lifts her head, snarling, ichor dripping from her maw. Her teeth are bared, her fur spattered with Rain of Brass Petals' blood and ichor from the banes they have run to ground. To Fate, she barks - Grab a [broken thing] - half lifting the second of the banes from the matrix of concrete underfoot to offer it to him as if it were a gift. Then, knowing his tribe, almost as an afterthought - or, rather, a thought as she takes in Rain of Brass Petals' wounds. Can you heal?

He is already there, reaching for the corpse of the bane. She is shifting into Crinos, shaking her fur when he grabs the corpse of the bane, examinin the blood on Adamidas' skin more closely.

In Crinos, in the high tongue, "Can you heal yourself?"

[Roman Turner] He frowned having missed the injury to the BF mostly because he had been slightly weirded out by her howling.

"I can touch her and hope it works."

[Roman Turner] He dropped his hold on the bane's body to turn and lay his hands on Rain, calling on his gift to heal. (mother's touch)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 10 (Success x 3 at target 3) [WP]

[Sorrow] When Roman indicates that he knows how to heal, Sorrow nods once. She reaches down and lifts the corpse of one of the banes before it can be covered again in a weltering slew of constantly-moving spiders, holding it carefully in her arms, ready to stamp out any that come near to her. There is a moment then when her head is low, she's leaning forward, concentrating internally, calling on the depths of the past to live in her in the present.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP]

[Parlour] Fate reaches out and touches Rain of Brass Petals, his great clawed paw resting on the curve of her clawed shoulder. A faint blue glow passes between them, the colour softer than a spark. It settles in the Fury's wounds, the sensation tickling beneath the skin, itching ferociously as flesh begins to knit together.

It's imperfect, the healing. There are still weeping wounds along the Theurge's flank, the bright red of fresh, oxygenated blood swiftly seeping into the inky fur, matting it together,

Sorrow calls upon her ancestors, reaching out with her spirit toward the past. Someone answers her call, and she feels the conscious of another settle itself within her skull. The feeling is discomforting, the way a part of her mind, her self must shift to give room to another.

Ísólfur Baldvinsson crackes his knuckles in her mind, baring his teeth in pleasure. He's not a name she recognizes, but she can guess, when she's given the sense that her gender will be over looked, that he is from some time ago.

The banes are on the ground, and the amber-light gremlin is crowing at the bounty that's been laid near the base of its home. Its very own wyrm pole. The spiders have begun to gather, but they are more cautious now. Slowly, they begin to crawl over one of the corpses, climbing over legs and limbs, spinning their web at the farthest points. They chitter and click softly, working in perfect rhythm. The Garou have a few minutes before it is too late to implement their plan.

Above them, the red-light gremlin continues to intone:

"stop. Stop. Stop. Stop."Fate reaches out and touches Rain of Brass Petals, his great clawed paw resting on the curve of her clawed shoulder. A faint blue glow passes between them, the colour softer than a spark. It settles in the Fury's wounds, the sensation tickling beneath the skin, itching ferociously as flesh begins to knit together.

It's imperfect, the healing. There are still weeping wounds along the Theurge's flank, the bright red of fresh, oxygenated blood swiftly seeping into the inky fur, matting it together,

Sorrow calls upon her ancestors, reaching out with her spirit toward the past. Someone answers her call, and she feels the conscious of another settle itself within her skull. The feeling is discomforting, the way a part of her mind, her self must shift to give room to another.

Ísólfur Baldvinsson crackes his knuckles in her mind, baring his teeth in pleasure. He's not a name she recognizes, but she can guess, when she's given the sense that her gender will be over looked, that he is from some time ago.

The banes are on the ground, and the amber-light gremlin is crowing at the bounty that's been laid near the base of its home. Its very own wyrm pole. The spiders have begun to gather, but they are more cautious now. Slowly, they begin to crawl over one of the corpses, climbing over legs and limbs, spinning their web at the farthest points. They chitter and click softly, working in perfect rhythm. The Garou have a few minutes before it is too late to implement their plan.

Above them, the red-light gremlin continues to intone:

"stop. Stop. Stop. Stop."

[Parlour] yikes. Let me repost that.

[Parlour] Fate reaches out and touches Rain of Brass Petals, his great clawed paw resting on the curve of her clawed shoulder. A faint blue glow passes between them, the colour softer than a spark. It settles in the Fury's wounds, the sensation tickling beneath the skin, itching ferociously as flesh begins to knit together.

It's imperfect, the healing. There are still weeping wounds along the Theurge's flank, the bright red of fresh, oxygenated blood swiftly seeping into the inky fur, matting it together,

Sorrow calls upon her ancestors, reaching out with her spirit toward the past. Someone answers her call, and she feels the conscious of another settle itself within her skull. The feeling is discomforting, the way a part of her mind, her self must shift to give room to another.

Ísólfur Baldvinsson crackes his knuckles in her mind, baring his teeth in pleasure. He's not a name she recognizes, but she can guess, when she's given the sense that her gender will be over looked, that he is from some time ago.

The banes are on the ground, and the amber-light gremlin is crowing at the bounty that's been laid near the base of its home. Its very own wyrm pole. The spiders have begun to gather, but they are more cautious now. Slowly, they begin to crawl over one of the corpses, climbing over legs and limbs, spinning their web at the farthest points. They chitter and click softly, working in perfect rhythm. The Garou have a few minutes before it is too late to implement their plan.

Above them, the red-light gremlin continues to intone:

"Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop."

[Roman Turner] "Quick! Grab hold and move them!"

He did exactly that, he reached down, grabbed the body the spiders had started on and pulled.

"Mine! Yeehaw! Come and get it if ya want it!"

His goal was to race it towards the pizza joint to toss through the dark opening.

[Rain of Brass Petals] It's imperfect, but it does what it needs to do. It keeps her in relatively good condition, and good enough that she can do what she needs to do. The Fury regathers her things, but also grabs a body, or... well... what was left about it.

She follows Roman's lead and heads on.

There's work to be done.

[Sorrow] Sorrow is - in this - a step behind them, another consciousness settled over her body and her mind. When she moves - the massive, war-formed Fenrir - moves as if she were larger than she already is. She picks up some portion of a corpse, wrenching it from the concretization already beginning - and throws it over her shoulder as if the body part of the dead murder-spirit were the haft of a massive hammer, some great-axe large enough to be wielded by a Crinos Garou. The gesture is remembered, is long-dead, and gives the other inside her a sort of pleasure, this bone deep satisfaction that glows through her skin.

Between the lightpole and the pizza parlor, Sorrow/Ísólfur breaks off pieces of the bane and leaves them behind her like a trail of breadcrumbs through the forest, like a trail of stones, all white, beacon and lure to the spiders they required for this portion of their plan. By the time she has reached the entrance to the parlor, she has none of her corpse left. Smaller chunks stretch out between the stoplight and their target.

"One half through the opening," she tells Roman and Adamidas as she arrives. Her voice is no deeper, but she is more curt, " - and one inside. When it's light enough to see what we are doing, we go in."

[Roman Turner] He nodded and drug his dead thing to the opening to drop half in and half out, then turned and waited for Rain to take one end of her burden.

"When the time is right, we throw on three."

[Parlour] The ragabash wrenches up a body, limp appendages hanging low and unbalancing toward the ground, smacking against the Child of Gaia's legs, the ground, dragging, catching. The flesh smells awful, rotten and congealed, sticky and stinking. Clumps of blood and flesh stick to Fate's fur, and he can taste the foetid smell with every breath.

Sorrow grabs another half of the body and in her mind, her ancestor scoffs, disgusted with this turn of events, though he's not bothered to find out the entire context. From where he sits, (metaphorically speaking) it is only that his descendant is grabbing tainted creatures and running toward a blackened edifice with them.

He murmurs approbation in her ear at her tone. The others are not Fenrir, after all.

--

The spiders scurry after them. A few of the quicker ones latch into fur and onto skin, climbing up the Garou and leaving little pinpricks of pain where the many legs dig in. They say nothing, they object not at all. They act like mindless drones, intent on their duty.

[Roman Turner] He shook off what spiders he could, a shake of the leg, flinch of the shoulder, toss of the head.

"Mine! Get your own!"

Till he managed to get the body to the opening to toss down half in and out. Now he could do the icky dance, the heebie geebie dance before grabbing the other end of Rain's dead thing, ready to toss it in.

"Nasty. The things I do."

[Rain of Brass Petals] "Nothing's going to get that smell out," she tells Fate. She takes one end and one... two... three- flung when they needed to fling it. She didn't like to think about the smell.

So, she didn't think about it, she just relished the unpleasant. LIved it as an experience. The Fury watched as the body sailed wherever it went.

She is waiting.

She is watching.

She's been practicing being still; maybe it would pay off.

[Roman Turner] He knew the thing was above before, so he was watching through the opening, leaving room for the spiders.

"Watch for movement."

Flicking nastiness off his fur. His muzzle was crinkled, the lips curled back to show sharp teeth. It smelled worse than falling in the pig wallow.

[Sorrow] Sorrow shakes off the spiders when and as she can. Think: dog and water, clearing its coat of the wet. The pain is no more than a passing sensation - a nudge, an awareness of things on her skin - while the crawling sensation of weaver-things, of the droning hive-mind crawling over her is sharper, more unpleasant.

In the wake of her makeshift pack, she brings whatever remains she has and throws them, too. Through the windows, shattering the spun calcification of the glass spirits if there are any living in the windows. Then, she steps closer, standing aside and looking up into the darkness, ready, waiting - all alert and tense, the sense of anticipation sharp in the back of her mind, the world narrowed to the immediate necessities of action.

[Parlour] They throw the banes, the corpses landing solidly, with an unpleasant splash of viscera and blood. One inside. One in the doorway, half in, half out.

Sorrow throws bits of body parts through the windows - they are but empty holes. No weaver spirits are touching the building.

There are spiders in their wake on their backs legs windmilling in the air, dislodged by the Garou. More come, scurrying and they begin over the body. What becomes immediately apparent is they are not crossing the threshold.

The Garou must all have a moment of uncertainty. Distrust that they might have failed in their plan.

--

The spiders consume the parts outside the building first. As the Garou stand there, waiting, they have all the opportunity in the world to study how the spiders do their duty. How they dissolve the body and bind it to the concrete. They see the silk ejected from spinnerets near the rear of the grey almost metallic spiders, they can hear the hiss of the bane's skin as flesh, smell it begin to burn, the stench like sulphur, like rotten eggs. They can hear the slice of teeth through flesh, the sound of mastication. They can hear the sound of regurgitation. Those spiders which do not spin, chew and vomit up the remains, leaving behind an ashy residue behind, settling into the concrete.

When what is left outside the building has been consumed, bound and attached to the concrete, the spiders stop at the threshold, chittering at each other in their mechanical language. Slowly a spider breaches the invisible wall, climbing over the body and into the building. It makes a sound, a sharp staccato pattern. A single beacon of a light breaches the darkness inside.

It is followed by another spider. And another, and a another. They swarm over the body, large spiders and small, and begin the process again over what is left. The bane deeper in the building is barely touched, but they bring light into the building. They can see the shafts of it, the inner walls of the building. At this angle, they cannot see the ceiling, nor much else. Only that there was more light now than there was before.

[Roman Turner] He looked up towards the ceiling when the spiders finally crossed the threshold. And then he reached for blur again.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 10, 10 (Failure at target 8)

[Rain of Brass Petals] She can only barely the bane. Only barely. Sound, she knows, can be deceiving.

"... you don't have to aim bane arrows," she says, and it's quiet, "they hit the nearest bane, and they usually make some sort of noise or screech or something. We might be able to draw it out of hiding like that, but we run risk of attracting more banes if we do that."

She informs the other two garou with her, and the Fury waits for an okay.

[Roman Turner] "I can go in as bait. lure it in to the open. Course if I were it, I'd be listening right now, or sneaking up behind."

Itchy feet had him moving towards the big open front window so maybe they could go in different ways and avoid clogging the door.

[Sorrow] Sorrow glances from Roman to Adamidas, then back to the darkness, now cut briefly by banded shafts of light. They have the sparest part of a second to make the decision. "I like the idea," remarks Sorrow, low-voiced. " - even if it doesn't make a sound, we can follow the arrow's flight path and know where to go. Go on."

She glances sidelong at Roman, shakes her head. "No. She looses the bane-arrow, we go in immediately. There's no bait here. If you can use stealth without your gift, do so."

Then, to Adamidas: " - are you ready?"

[Parlour] The spiders crawl over both both banes now. They move quickly, their beams criss crossing, shifting, moving, creating incomprehensible patterns on the walls.

Something hisses in the building, something scrapes against concrete.

Nothing heads toward them.

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Ehem: pewpew!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)

[Roman Turner] His ears flickered with Sorrow's orders and then swiveled towards the sound inside.

"I'll go right."

[Rain of Brass Petals] Inhale.

It is a standard talen, it's nothing special to the Furies, but special enough to her. She's made these before, and will no doubt make more of them when she goes home (if she goes home, always a thought, there).

An arrow is retrieved. Obsidian head, solid shaft, good craftsmanship. It's funny, because Adam is terrible at making things. These, though? This particular talen?

It's a piece of art.

She doesn't even aim. She just pulls back her bow, and fires. The Fury waits, she lets it go, and wonders where it will go now...

It could veer off. They could have an ambush on their hands.

Or, they could just have one irritated bane. She doesn't think too much on it. The theurge exhales.

[Sorrow] "I'll take the door. Rain-of-Brass-Petals-yuf," the creature's voice is gruff and formal. "You have the left window." Sorrow positions herself - herself and the other inside her - in front of the door, her head swiveled toward Adamidas, following the path of the arrow into darkness, ready to charge the split-second after it is loosed.

[Parlour] Rain of Brass Petals does not even aim. She just fires into the building. The arrow flies straight and true - and then it veers upward, as if it were jerked up by an invisible string. It soars upward into the ceiling.

The building shudders violently, the walls cracking and dust raining down. The spiders scatter as a splash of blood hits the floor, hissing with heat. They move through the blood to return to their duty, leaving tiny pinpricks of blood over the floor.

The shrieking of whatever is in there is enough to deafen them, to set their ears to ringing.

But they know where it is.

[Roman Turner] Quick as grease through a pig he was through the door and to the right, slithering off in the dark to try and get on the far side of where the arrow and shrieking told him the bane was. His orders had been to try and get behind it, so he was.

[Sorrow] There is a moment where the air is split by the loosened talen-arrow; the obsidian head, the solid shaft, whatever spiritual bargain went into the making of it: loosened from the bow, no aim except to pull and loose. Sorrow can feel the reflexive awareness of the arrow's passage in the air around her. She plunges through the front door sideways, charging for the target - a low snarl of challenge on her muzzle. She does not know whether it comes from her own mouth, or the memory of the ancestor riing in her skin.

[Rain of Brass Petals] She takes a little bit of cover, she stands by the window, and readies an arrow. She knows where to shoot- up. It veers upward, onto the ceiling. The Fury growls, it's a sound of quiet displeasure. Up, she thinks.

Down. She asserts.

Teeth are bared- white against dark fur- and she stays calm. Alethea wonders if she's aiming blind, if it is exactly where she thought it was. Thirteen.

[Parlour] Blood rains down on them in heavy droplets, already slowing. The blood is boiling hot, just enough to scald, but not enough to burn. The heat inside the building remains them of an oven. Hot, humid and unrelenting.

The beast is above them, and as they enter, they realize simply how 'above' it is.

It is the above. They can see in the dim lights that there appears to be no end to the beast, its body expanding out over where the ceiling would be. It concaves toward the centre, a gathering of sickening flesh and bone, long arms that branch out into two appendages, each topped with nasty looking pincers that snap together sharply. It has no definable head, only a great maw, rimmed with teeth.

It begins to lower itself from the ceiling, its body uncoiling like a slinky stretches.

It heads toward the floor. It heads toward them.

(and initiative)

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

[Rain of Brass Petals] [8+1d10!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

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

[Parlour] Main bane: +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Parlour] bane part A (claws and pincers 1 and 2) +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Parlour] Bane part B (claws and pincers 3 and 4) +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Parlour] Roman: 15
Main Bane: 13
Adam: 12
Bane Part A: 12
Sorrow 9
Bane Part B: 7

Bane Part B:
Pincer Roman

[Sorrow] Sorrow: 1a. Claw; 1b. Claw. 1c. Claw! Rage 1: Claw!

Beginning with Bane Part B. Moving to Bane Part A. Moving to main bane.

[Parlour] Bane Part A: Pinch Adam! Through the window if she doesn't come in.

[Rain of Brass Petals] Ehem!
1a: Shoooot Bane Part B
1b: Reload!

[Parlour] Main Bane: BITE SORROW

[Roman Turner] 1a claw B
1b Claw b

1r claw b

[Roman Turner] 1a claw b
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Parlour] I SOAK!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1b claw b
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] So-didlee-oak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] "Wish I had a snow cone machine!"

That was his battle cry.

[Parlour] I biteses you!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Parlour] I hurtses you!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sorrow] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] (Sorrow's being attacked. Roman gets attacked later! I'll start specifying in my posts though, sorry!)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Pewpew! dex3+crinos1+archery4= 8 - 1 (oww) -2 (split) = 5, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Damage: shinybow5 + 4 (oww!) = 9]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Reload!: dex3+crinos1+archery4= 8 - 1 (oww) - 3 (split) = 4, diff 6. 2 succ necessary to reload]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] Pinch Adam! (+1 diff for going through the window)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7)

[Parlour] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Oww!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sorrow] 1a. -3
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 8, 8, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Sorrow] 1b. -4
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

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

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sorrow] 1c. -5
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sorrow] Per + primal-urge
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] The concrete does not appear to be taking damage from the blood and the spiders have walked through it without damage. Blood has fallen on her fur and she has not felt any pain.
to Sorrow

[Parlour] Biting does not seem to pose any risk.
to Sorrow

[Parlour] Pinch Roman!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1r claw b
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] bane b x_x

[Sorrow] Claw - Bane A!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Parlour] The heat in here is oppressive. It causes their fur to stick to their skin. It causes their breath to come short and come hard.

It is unpleasant. Like soup. Heavy, liquid soup.

The spiders eddy about the bodies, which are half masticated by now. Shadows of what they were. Grey and fading.

The Child of Gaia strikes first, tearing into the bane with claws, causing blood to rain down on him, hotter than human blood, hotter than human blood. It is unpleasant, searing the skin, leaving it raw, but in the moments of battle, they feel none of it.

Fate tears into the beast and the beast lowers its weight and closes its teeth on Sorrow's shoulder. Blood spurts from the joint, feeling paradoxically cool after the bloody rain, the heat of the building.

Rain of Brass Petals lets loose an arrow which flicks into the beast's hide. A droplet of blood beads on its edge, and drips slowly down, bright as scarlet. She does little damage.

The Fenrir, with her ancestor riding in her skull lashes out. She tears into thick, fatty flesh, rending it open at the joint. Fate's next blow severs the arm at the joint where it falls, lifeless.

Sorrow's remaining attack hits, but draws no blood. In her mind she can hear her ancestor, berating, without patient, angry and impatient.

[Sorrow] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Rain of Brass Petals] (8+1d10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Parlour] (+6)
Bane A
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Roman Turner] 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Parlour] (+8)
Main Bane
(insane in the membrane)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Parlour] Adam: 16
Roman: 13
Sorrow: 12
Main Bane: 10
Bane A: 9

[Sorrow] One of the arms has fallen; Sorrow can feel her ancestor inside her, berating her weakness, frustated by the limits of her lowly skill, her sex, her body, her claws. The others can hear her snarl of response - first at the blow that lands, which she does not feel - and then at the blows she lands, which do nothing to the carapace of the bane.

Heal him - she barks to Adamidas, as she reorients on the arm threatening the theurge. And Use your teeth! to any who use to listen.

[Parlour] Bane A: pinch Adam!
Main Bane: Electrocute Sorrow

[Roman Turner] He had blood flowing down through his fur from his shoulder, but like Sorrow, he couldn't feel it yet. Sorrow orders to bite the thing and for a moment his stomach flipped and his lips curled back and he groused.

"Dang it, didn't bring floss."

[Sorrow] Sorrow: 1 rage - shift to hispo. 1a. BITE. 1b. BITE. 1c. BITE. Rage 1: BITE.

Beginning with Bane A ! Moving on to mainbane if Bane A goes down!

[Roman Turner] Heal Sorrow

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Action: OHSHIT!
1a: ruuuuuun to Roman (running's hard!)
1b: Heal Roman!)

[Rain of Brass Petals] (Int3+medicine3 = 6 - 1 (oww) - 3 (splitting actions is hard!) = 2, diff 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Success x 1 at target 3)

[Roman Turner] Mother Touch Sorrow!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 5 (Success x 3 at target 3) [WP]

[Sorrow] Bite: 1a. -3
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage 1a.
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Parlour] eek. Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sorrow] BITE: 1b. -4
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Parlour] x_x

[Sorrow] 1c. MAINBANE! -5
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) [WP]

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] Electrocute: Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Sorrow] Rage: RAWR.
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Parlour] They are not pack, but they move like one. Act like one. Fate spins on a heel, heading for Sorrow. Rain of Brass Petals dives through the window of the building and runs for Fate.

Paws touch fur. Gnosis is offered up and a blue pallor fills the wounds. The itching sensation is maddening, unpleasant as skin and bone knit faster than it ever should.

Roman still bleeds from his wounds, but they are half closed, the flesh half-knit. The blood does not pump out as quickly as it did. Sorrow's wounds are gone as if they never were. The beast lashes out, attacking the pinching arm, the deadly weapon. She tears at it, once, twice until it comes off clean beneath her claws, smashing to the ground. The Fenrir Modi in her mind howls his satisfaction.

Seconds later, she lashes out again, and though her claws find purchase, they draw no blood. It is the sound of her ancestor's displeasure, his berating, that fuels her fury as much as the frustration of failure.

They are not yet done.

[Roman Turner] 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Initery! 8+1d10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Parlour] 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Sorrow] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Parlour] Sorrow: 13
Main Bane: 13
Roman: 11
Adam: 9

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Healing... someone. Holding action to MT whoever gets Massive Ouchies]

[Roman Turner] Shift hispo

1b bite

1r bite

[Parlour] nom Sorrow!

[Sorrow] Sorrow: 1a. BITE. 1b. BITE. 1c. BITE. Rage 1: BITE!

[Sorrow] 1a. -3
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Failure at target 5)

[Sorrow] 1b. -4 HAIL. KAHSEENO.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

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

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sorrow] 1c. -5 HAIL HAIL MIGHTY KAHSEENO.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage! O HAIL TO THEE KAHSEENO.
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

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

[Roman Turner] 1a shift hispo

[Roman Turner] 1b bite main pain
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] ooopsie bite
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Parlour] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Parlour] bite Kora!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sorrow] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [action!
-1 rage (yay hispotime!)
1a: bite!
1b: bite it AGAIN!, all at +1 diff]

[Rain of Brass Petals] [dex3+hispo2+brawl2= 7 - 2 (split) -1 (oww) = 4, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Ow, my pride.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Rain of Brass Petals] [str2+stheno1+hispo3+hispobite2+1=8, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sorrow] RAGE: 1 BITINGS.
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] da soakses
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1 r bite
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak-iocity
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Parlour] The floor beneath their feet is slick with blood now. Their's and the creature above. The banes on the floor have been masticated, have been calcified until they crumble, until they are beginning to sink into the concrete. In a day, if anyone comes here by the umbra, they will find no sign of it left. If the building still stands, if the floor were clean, they would never even know that the banes had been here. A perfect reconciliation of chaos.

This is their duty, the spiders. As the banes destroy, or even as the banes die, they mop up the mess, return it to the grey of order. Clean straight lines. Right angles. Sharp edges. The more the banes destroy the more the spiders clean up.

They're beginning to climb the walls now, slowly, working their way over the cracked surfaces. Their head lamps do more to illuminate the ceiling, to illuminate the walls. They can see now, the bane for what it is - a hideous conglomeration of gluttony. They can see the seams where two banes became one. Where three became one. Where they once combined and now, there are but gaping holes of dead flesh and bone. Blood drips and pours from the cavernous wounds. They're all soaked in it.

In ten showers, they will not quite feel clean.

Sorrow and Fate, they sink their teeth in. They have success but not as much as they need. Their teeth strike bone. They get caught in the thick hide. They cannot quite get the purchase they need to tighten their jaws. The beast strikes out, aiming for Sorrow's midsection, but though the teeth graze her skin, it does not break the flesh.

Rain of Brass Petals lunges, her teeth snapping. The hide does not give. None of their blows draw blood now. They can hear a rumbling, a deep sound like a cackle. The beast is laughing at them. Taunting them in a twisted, vicious and mocking tongue, though none can understand the words.

The spiders are beginning to reach the flesh. Carefully, they begin to pick at the edges, testing the waters.

[Rain of Brass Petals] [I'm skeery! 8+]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Parlour] The swarm +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Sorrow] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Parlour] Bane +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Roman Turner] 9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Parlour] Sorrow: 19
Roman: 16
Adam: 15
Bane: 14
The Swarm: 10

[Parlour] The Swarm: Calcify the bane
Bane: Spit

[Rain of Brass Petals] [okay! Let's... ummm... hmmn, maybe biting it's the best idea.
1a: bite
1b: bite AGAIN!]

[Roman Turner] 1a Bite
1b Bite again

[Sorrow] Sorrow is a massive direwolf, all grayfurred, soaked in scalding blood, hot enough to groove its way through her fur in long, passing rivulets the way rain would, were it falling. She snarls - not challenge, not a call to battle - just snarls like a beast and lunges again for the murderspirit as it gathers itself to spit.

[1a BITE. 1b. BITE. 1c. BITE Rage 1: BITE.]

[Sorrow] 1a. -3!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage'!
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

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

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Parlour] eep. Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sorrow] 1c. -5
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)

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

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

[Parlour] Mei kicks the bane
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1a bite
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

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

[Roman Turner] 1 b bite
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [I'm going to bite you now.
dex3+hispo2+brawl2= 7 - 1 (oww) - 2 = 4, diff 5
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Oww. str2+stheno1+hispo3+hispobite2=8, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Parlour] soakers!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Rain of Brass Petals] *channels Ripley* "Did I.Q.s just drop sharply while I was away?"
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [Damage: Channel Xena: AAAEEEYIYEAYAYAYAYAYA!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Parlour] It unhinges its jaws, the thing. The bane. The beast. The aberration.

They're tired. Hot. Injured. Fatigued. It's been a long, bloody night.

The thing has a tongue, a great wide flat thing, oily black inside the cavern of its mouth. It lifts it to display two small glands on its underside. Small being an overstatement. Small is relative. This thing is huge. What it spits is large wads of clear liquid.

(everyone roll 1d10, please)

[Sorrow]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Rain of Brass Petals]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Roman Turner]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Parlour] (Adam and Roman, please roll soak. 4 potential agg, each)

[Rain of Brass Petals] [O_O]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4 (Botch x 2 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

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

[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

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

[Parlour] They tear at it and more blood falls, more ichor, more flesh. The floor sticks with the heat and their fur is beginning to harden, clumping together with their own blood, with sweat and dampness. Still, it is not enough. Not nearly enough.

The beast keens, shuddering as the spiders begin to crawl over its flesh, slowly spinning their thread, slowly beginning to turn the edges grey, starting to eat away at its bindings to the ceiling.

It is badly wounded and dying. Shredded and somehow, tenuously still clinging to the ceiling even as it trembles and shakes, as its life blood pours to the floor. It lashes out. Spits bile at them. It hits two. Rain of Brass Petals takes the full brunt of it. It eats through her skin, eats through her flesh, down to the bone. It bares her ribs, the connective tissue. It sears her with the pain.

Fate takes a blow of his own. Shreds his skin and flesh raw, exposes the fatty layer, yellow and thin.

The next few blows by Fate and by Sorrow do absolutely nothing at all. The air is soup. The beast is dying, but it is not

quite
dead.

[Rain of Brass Petals] [9+ 1d10... please]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Roman Turner] 9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Parlour] The swarm +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Parlour] The Bane +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Sorrow] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Parlour] Roman: 17
Sorrow: 14
Bane: 14
Swarm: 13
Adam: 10

[Rain of Brass Petals] Adam: bite iiiiiiiiit
rage: seriously. Om nom nom.

[Parlour] Swarm: Calcify
Bane: Bite Kora!

[Sorrow] There is a low wuff of rage as the acid spit rains down on them from the ceiling above. Sorrow surges forward, bristling, into the space between Rain of Brass Petals and the murder-spirit clinging to the ceiling. The Black Fury is not fallen, but she is badly wounded and Sorrow barks and claps her jaws, bares her teeth, shoulders herself in front of Adamidas to draw the bane's bite.

1a. BITEBITEBITE. 1b. BITINGS. 1c. AM BITING. Rage1: yes, am still biting.

[Roman Turner] He howled in pain as his fur and skin sizzled. Sheer will power had him moving for Rain.

Mother's touch

[Roman Turner] mother touch Rain
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Sorrow] 1a. BITE. -3
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sorrow] 1a. DAMAGE.
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Parlour] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Sorrow] 1b. BITE -4
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sorrow] Damage!!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

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

[Parlour] Sorrow's teeth snap at the bane, but only find dead hide. Her next bite tears at the beast near its unhinged jaws, half ripping the great mass that seems to be its head and body both. The beast shudders and goes still. The building itself shudders, dust shaking from the walls, several spiders falling to land face up on the ground, their legs moving uselessly.

The bane is limp now, hanging heavily from the ceiling, its full, flaccid weight beginning to bow the concrete structure. Blood oozes, falling slowly from above, and the temperature begins to cool, degree by degree. Something above them cracks.

The spiders scurry, the largest focused on the body, beginning their frantic work as the building shakes around them. The smallest begin to swarm the walls, climbing over each other in their haste as they begin to create webbing over the cracks, as they begin to spew a sticky substance into the corners to try and support the building's weight.

A building which creaks wildly, shuddering dust over them all, a fine layer to add to their sticky mess of blood and flesh, both their's and the wyrm's.

With their shredded skin and oozing wounds, their bloodied and matted fur, they look nearly as bad as the deceased bane does.

Certainly, they smell the same.

The building creaks again, showering blood and concrete dust and spiders to the ground. One of the larger arachnids crawls among its fallen fellows, carefully flipping them over. Those that are righted, return to work immediately.

[Rain of Brass Petals] [sta2+stheno1+hispo3+rituals3 = 9 - 2 (oww) = 7, diff 7. Strength of Purpose!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Roman Turner] "Run!"

That was his warning as he tried to get them out the door before the ceiling fell on them.

"She's gonna splat!"

[Rain of Brass Petals] She inhales, slowly.... and tastes the air, and remembers.

When she comes back, when she exhales the foetid, disgusting air, she remembers why she is here. Why she fights. Why she performs rituals, because Stheno reminds her in times like these. There's blood on her fur, there's mats and acidic saliva and filth caked in too many places.

There's corruption lingering in the air, and she-

"This building's going to give," she muses, shortly after Roman spoke. And it's musing until-

"I don't know what it'll do in the real world."

Her eyes widen and the female runs-

"We'll cleanse from the outside!"

Because her concern isn't getting out of the building, it's cleansing the building.

[Sorrow] Head for the alley Sorrow barks, herding behind them, her teeth bared, her fur slick with blood and ichor. The ancestor inside her skin and mind is briefly satisfied by the ultimate triumph that he is quiescent as to her many failures. She nips at their heels if they try to linger behind her, surging out of the building only when the other pair have exited, shaking her massive body outside to free herself of the clinging muck, the filth, the ickor, the blood, the sense - the bone deep sense - that there is something wrong with her skin.

They will all need a cleansing after bathing in the murder-spirit's hot blood.

[Roman Turner] He was good at following orders, even when muscle, tendon and bone shown through the burned openings in his fur and flesh. If he could out run the stink, he would.

"Shower, need a shower. Smell like the hog wallow."

[Parlour] Outside, they can see the effects of their battles, a stirred up atmosphere from the one they first entered. The spiders are moving in droves, a moving carpet of glittering and light grey, chittering and chirping to themselves as they climb up the walls and through open windows, as they run along the foundation.

Banes are moving as well, but not toward the building. They move to the holes the spiders have left in their scurrying focused attention. A bane clutches the outside of a building and it reaches up a clawed finger to slowly run it across the glass that coats it. The sound is screeching, irritating. Then, suddenly the glass shatters.

Another bane lies prone on the ground just along the edge of the spiders' path. It picks arachnids off, one by one.

The stop light is entirely empty. Amber-light, even the stoic, never swaying red-light gremlin, both are gone, the wells empty.

A bane screeches. Two more answer. One, wide-winged and long bodied, soars up above, its dark body light by Luna's bright and all-encompassing light.

[Roman Turner] It was time for them to scram and regroup for the next battle of their own choosing. Besides, he knew they are all going to hurt when gifts wore off and he was flat out gnosis.

[Sorrow] The city is endless; the corruption and calcification enduring, unending. What territory has been carved out from it has been carved out with painstaking exactitude, with blood and sweat, enduring. Sorrow takes a moment to surve their surroundings - the gathering spiders, the banes creeping into position in their wake - and barks to the other Garou.

East - it is more of snarl. Eagle territory.

They will find a place to cross back there; to regroup, to heal, to recharge themselves for the next battle, and the one after that, and so on, until the last: until the end of days, or until their end of days.