[Lenore] (Fuck, Folks do me a favour and sign into the OOC room please.)
[Killswitch] [people are in there]
[Burnout] [night]
[Burnout] [oh are they just being quiet?]
[Killswitch] Joey's ears flick back, her lips peel back, and she lets out a short, low growl, the wolf equivalent of Fuckin' fuckitty fuck fucks!
[Burnout] His nostrils flare to the smell of blood, the Crinos beast beside him prepares for battle. Hunter waits for his advisor's. Adam talks about the fight, what to expect, what to prepare for and truth be told Hunter is already prepared. A red bandage already wraps around his lupus torso like some encrusted piece of devilry.
It becomes clear some moments later that the spy Joey sent out is not going to do any good at all. It gets destroyed, utterly wrecked to pieces and Hunter frowns. If a wolf can truly frown.
"You're gonna have to." He tells Joey through the totemphone. "No other way. Stop being lazy."
[Burnout] [OH YEAH EARLIER -1G BB -1G soak]
[Kalaratri] The Fang waits an acceptable time for someone else to claim the concrete talen the Fury offers; if no one else takes it, then, she does, smashing the easter egg in a taloned handpaw, grinding the chunk of shell to dust. In her human guise, Asha's eyes are a deep, rich brown so close to black as to be nearly indistinguishable from it. Here, her eyes are a pale, steady blue, and the silver sheen to her coat all the more pronounced in her warforms.
That crack is followed by a rain of feathers from the sky; the silver thing's lips pull back from her maw in a silent half-snarl. She's lined with tension, her ruff standing out around her great head, her tail moving in a long, low sweep with a sort of adolescent eagerness - bright, quivering, ready for battle, restraining herself - just - on a short leash like some gloryhound.
You are light-footed, the creature rumbles to Burnout in the high-tongue, making some attempt at stealth. She means: quiet, deft. If falcon's daughter understood that they followed cat she might bristle at the sheer thought of it; and thought she doesn't know, she sees it in every step the packmates of the Vanguard take. - if you sneak behind, I take from the front. Tear it in half. Her tail thumps as she makes the suggestion, head swinging from the Fury to the Bone Gnawer and back again.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Killswitch] She looks at Hunter. It's a strange thing, a Fostern following a Cliath. She could probably still put him down if she really wanted to, or if she cared enough to try.
But there's a reason why Joey Oliver didn't go running back to Buried Hatchet when she heard through the grapevine that the Philodox had rolled back into town. One ear flicks forward. Amused, even in the middle of such an important, and dangerous, hunt.
"Did I ever tell you 'bout the time I tried to play tug o' war with a chain?" she shoots back across the totem link. She shakes her head to Adam's offer of a ridiculous little Easter egg. She has her own assortment of goodies. There are whorls and markings painted over her iron grey fur in what looks like blood, disturbed only slightly when she pulled out the first talen. She digs out just one more before calling on a gift to help her blend into the shadows.
[-1G Soak
Blur!: manip + stealth diff 8]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 7, 9 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Killswitch] [pleasepleaseplease even 1 suxx will help so much]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 9)
[Burnout] His head turns slowly towards Kalaratri and even though she stands in her warform, Hunter doesn't cower or show sign of fear though he sits in lupus. He licks over his chops. "Can you see what's there?" He tips his head as only a canine can. "I can't."
[Killswitch] [stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Annnnddd...)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 9)
[Lenore] (Annddd...)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] She inhales, and takes her own little easter egg. There's one left for her, it seems, and the brightly colored, intricately painted blue-and red and black painted egg is crushed. The dust is scattered, and it seems as though there is more dust in there than should actually be kept inside of an easter egg.
She swints and looks in the direction that the rest of the group was looking. She squints and tries to peer over there.
[and soak talen? (This is hard, stupid Coatl)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Kalaratri] The beast flashes a look from the lupus to the shadows against the horizon, then back again. Alas, she is not so keen-eyed as the tribal totem. Nothing more than you see from there. she returns, after scrutinizing the horizon for several heartbeats longer. There's no advantage to this height, so she bends over, her frame contorting again until she settles into hispo. Here the physical marks of her eagerness, her barely-leashed battle-hunger are even more prominent, and here she waits, all but pacing, for the scout's report.
[Killswitch] Amusement fades, and Joey's mindlink to her Alpha becomes as silent as the Rotagar herself as she closes the gap. They're not alone, though, never alone so long as they have that totemic link. Even as she goes silent in his mind, Hunter can still feel the quiet steady thrum of Joey's energy, can feel that invisible tether that binds them close despite history, and the feeling that most days they're two ships passing in the daylight.
Slowing, blending in with the shadows, the Rotagar looks over the scene. A dark eye is cast toward that axe briefly, but there are more important matters at hand. Like sending recon back to her Alpha before she gets caught.
"It's her. Axe's in the ground. Five wyrmhounds. They're not fightin' her, Hunter, they're with her." A thoughtful pause, and, "Might be able t'scare them off, but I'm not doing shit unless you guys're over here I'm comin' back," she concludes, before he can even slip in another warning. There's no panic in that last bit, but tension. There was a time when Joey would've flown into battle all alone against these creatures and been completely confident in her ability to come out the other side alive, or at least on her way to a glorious Fenrir death.
That was a long time ago.
Soft ears flick forward, then back. Joey twists, and hurries off to rejoin the others once more.
[and more stealthy]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Killswitch] Amusement fades, and Joey's mindlink to her Alpha becomes as silent as the Rotagar herself as she closes the gap. They're not alone, though, never alone so long as they have that totemic link. Even as she goes silent in his mind, Hunter can still feel the quiet steady thrum of Joey's energy, can feel that invisible tether that binds them close despite history, and the feeling that most days they're two ships passing in the daylight.
Slowing, blending in with the shadows, the Rotagar looks over the scene. A dark eye is cast toward that axe briefly, but there are more important matters at hand. Like sending recon back to her Alpha before she gets caught.
"It's her. Axe's in the ground. Five wyrmhounds. They're not fightin' her, Hunter, they're with her." A thoughtful pause, and, "Might be able t'scare them off, but I'm not doing shit unless you guys're over here I'm comin' back," she concludes, before he can even slip in another warning. There's no panic in that last bit, but tension. There was a time when Joey would've flown into battle all alone against these creatures and been completely confident in her ability to come out the other side alive, or at least on her way to a glorious Fenrir death.
That was a long time ago.
Soft ears flick forward, then back. Joey twists, and hurries off to rejoin the others once more.
[Burnout] Hunter stays tense, as if listening far off and when he receives word he repeats the message to the other two. Five wyrmhounds, all with her. Against the four of them.
He licks across his teeth, chuffs.
"Got any of that warpaint Rain?"
[Rain of Brass Petals] "It's not going to work on the Naugh," she tells Hunter. Insists, even.
[Burnout] "What about the hounds?"
[Rain of Brass Petals] "It should, in theory, work against them but I don't have enough for it to be effective," she says, "why don't we use the wyrmhounds against it instead? I'm hesitant because Pegasus isn't exactly fond of handing out this particular talen to non-Furies."
Understatement.
[Burnout] He licks his nose, she can see the tension in his neck and muzzle. He sneezes.
"How many can you take?"
[Kalaratri] The Fang watches the exchange, her head swinging from Adamidas to Burnout and back again, her muscles tense, rippling beneath her bright pelt. She's waiting for the Fury to answer, but there's an impatience about her beneath the too bright moon, that too sharp eagerness as she turns away, watching the shadows against the horizon. Someone sneak and grab the axe. she suggests.
Take down the Naugh she theorizes, voice rumbling in her barrel chest now. Hounds run.
If it were a pack of Garou she would concentrate on the weakest. Drive the others mad with loss, make them fear. A low chuff to Burnout, a sort of amusement underneath the slow-burn of her rage.
[Rain of Brass Petals] "Three comfortably," she says, and her attention goes to Asha, "she has a point. Wyrm creatures have this weird sort of sycophantic relationship with this thing. They want to gain its favor. If it's not around, they'll probably flip their gourds and run away screaming."
[Killswitch] Joey darts back across the distance, keeping to the shadows, unwilling to let go of Chamelon's gift so close to battle. Instead she keeps her distance, brushes against Hunter's mind lightly, Here I am.
She misses Asha's suggestion of taking the axe, which is good, at least for Joey. If she caught it, the Fostern would totally snap out of her blur to give the Ahroun a high five.
Instead she keeps out of the way, ready to run back into battle like a tactical nuke, straight for that axe.
[Burnout] He spins in a circle, faces them all and his body begins to shift grow larger as bones pop until the dire wolf snarls low at them.
"I like this axe idea." He whufs at Asha. "Killswitch is on it. I break combat first on the Naugh, then Killswitch the axe, then Kalaratri with me. Rain with the hounds."
He looks into the distance.
"You two." And he must be talking about Adam and Asha. "Will have to move quickly. Killswitch and I move under cover. Strike from within."
[Lenore] They stand on the cusp of a warzone, the fresh stench of something; Iron, rust and dog meat, wafting in the air from the Parking Lot's direction. Plans are bandied back and forth, the tension of the Ahrouns like some infection that seeps into the bones and muscles and drips through veins and blood. A stirring of force that the waxing Gibbous, the threatening full does nothing to alleviate but galvanize. Tonight there would be blood and there seemed nothing but grins to welcome such.
Then; a sharp whine. A cry of pain and terror. Followed by the vicious upheaval of Hounds turned to snapping and jaws. Canine instincts can pick them apart with ease. Something there, not quite the snap and howl of fury. This is fear. Deep rooted, instinctual response.
The shapes in the distance have dispersed slightly and the towering presence of a pale silhouette can be seen, the blackish shape of something thick and heavy dangling from one out stretched limb.
[Kalaratri] Asha whufs assent, her breath hot with bloodlust. Her silver fur ripples in the slaggard light, but she shakes free, one last time - the movement undulates through her massive hispo frame, loosening her muscles, narrowing her focus. She's ready to move with the rest of them.
[-1 WP - Resist Pain]
[Rain of Brass Petals] The Fury shifts to crino. She has to take her time to do it, but it doesn't take ages. It doesn't take too terribly much effort, but she does what she needs to do. The female tenses, and prepares herself for the worst. She gets ready to charge. She's given her knowledge. The rest is yet to come.
[Burnout] Hunter lifts his muzzle and watches the sight curiously. He looks back at the others and then nods. Time to go.
[-1WP resist pain ALMOST FORGOT THANKS LIZ]
[Killswitch] The others prepare for battle, and Joey is no exception. Cloaked in shadow, she activates Bear's gift. Time to go. The Rotagar slinks away.
[YEAH ME, TOO HOLY SHIT -1WP Resist Pain]
[Lenore] The Four skate forward without effort, closing the gap between them and the small congregation of the Wyrm's strongest, for such is the Beast of War's edicts: Strength and Power and it's as they close to within the same distance that Joey had closed, that they see how true a statement this is:
She is there.
A monstrosity not seen through the blurred and hazy eyes of a half-dead Ahroun but in clear and crystal vision. A Tall form, easily that of a Crinos, with awkwardly long legs and a disproportionately skinny frame of limbs, narrowed mid-section and a shrunken chest. Flesh that of pale blue stone, collecting in slender ridges that look as hard as shale, along her elbows and neck and knees; anywhere hinges seek to be. The thickness of her forearms Hunter previously described is instead, a pair of thick banded vambraces, crude in construction and looking as if they were once manacles of some sort. Thick, short and crooked spines jut from them at random points and from the slight blackish liquid that touches at the seams between flesh and metal, look to be inverted as well as out.
Her ankles are clad in similar manacles, each dragging the broken remnants of black iron chains, long since reduced to ornament, while the only cloth she wears is that of a thin brown loin cloth that stretches well to her knees.
Her hair is a tangled mess of tendrils, slick like oil, while the face was once human. That much is visible. A down-turned mouth, too used to screams, frowns and snarls, with thin blue lips that fail to close all the way over yellowed tusks and incisors. Her nose is a prominent collection of ridges of a pair of small slits, while those eyes...
A feral red, that regard the massive Wyrmhound that currently dangles, tongue swollen, lolling and quite dead, from an outstretched hand. The other three are a good twelve feet distance, scraping the ground with their red scaled bellies, ears laid flat and heads ducked in an obvious show of submissive terror.
She studies the body, her axe still embedded in the ground a good ten feet behind her, seemingly forgotten or...unconcerned. She studies the body with a turning brow and a flicker of motion across that face. Scrutiny. Something Hunter was familiar with, that look.
A moment later and her nostrils flare, the group closing what was left of the distance. Her eyes shift. Arterial red regards the approach and something rises to meet them with disturbing, utterly pleasured regard:
A full throat shriek of laughter.
(Inits folks)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [8+1d10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Kalaratri] +9!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Lenore] (Wyrmhounds: 6 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Burnout] [+13]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Lenore] (Lenore. 10 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Killswitch] [+12]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Lenore] (Init Order:
Hunter.
Joey.
Kalaratri.
Adam
Wyrmhounds.
Lenore.
Declare in reverse.)
[Lenore] She seems to watch. Wait with that odd, terrible grin on her features. The axe remains where it is embedded in the hazed tarmac, whilst she spreads hands and seems to beckon at the Garou, the Wyrmhounds shifting their terror and attentions toward the sudden appearance of the Garou. All at once, eager to please and terrified of failure, they lunge into motion with slavering jaws and vicious appetite.
(Lenore
Reflexive: Taunt on Hunter.
Split: a) Grapple Block
b) Grapple block
c) Block with Grappled Opponent 1
d) Block with Grappled Opponent 2
Rage 1 - Crush Grappled opponent's throat.
Rage 2 - Throat Grappled Opponent at Joey)
Wyrmhounds:
1) Bite Asha.
2) Bite Hunter
3) Bodyslam Adam)
[Rain of Brass Petals] Actions!
1a: Command Spirit- Wyrm Hound 1 attack the Naugh
1b: Command Spirit- Wyrm Hound 2 attack the Naugh
R1: Command Spirit- Wyrm Hound 3 attack the Naugh
[Kalaratri] Reflexive: FLAME ON [-1 WP, Lambent Flame]
1a. Fur Gnarl.
1b. Bite Gnarled spot!
1c. Bite Gnarled spot!
Rage 1: BITE (gnarled spot)
Rage 2: BITE (gnarled spot)
[Killswitch] [Sorry, boss, that axe looks HUGE
-1R snapshift to hispo
1a: Sneaky sneaking behind
1b: Jaw lock! +WP]
[Killswitch] [JAWLOCK NAUGH OMFG]
[Burnout] [1a - get behind Lenore
1b - spur claws
1c - bite
r1 - bite
r2 - bite]
[Burnout] [1a - get behind
1b - spur claws -2 dif -4 dice(WP)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 2 at target 4) [WP]
[Lenore] (Grapple Hunter. Str 9 (Holds) + Brawl 4 )
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Killswitch] [BOOF: Big dog now
1a: Sneaking
1b: NOMF (or gnaw, or something) -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP]
[Lenore] (Grapple Joey. Str 9 (holds) + Brawl 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Lenore] (Re-roll. Hunter's Grapple. Str 9 + Brawl 4 - 5 for Split.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Lenore] (Re-roll. Joey's Grapple. Str 9 + Brawl 4 - 6 for split.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Lenore]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Lenore]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [str + ath, diff -2 (ability aptitude)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)
[Lenore] (Strength 9 (Holds) + Ath 2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Kalaratri] 1a. Fur Gnarl! Dex + Brawl + Perun = 12 -3 first split!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]
[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Kalaratri] 1b. Bite Gnarled Spot!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 7)
[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Re-soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Heeeey spiriiiiit! -2 (split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Heeeeey other spiriiiiiiiit]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Lenore] (Wyrmhound 1 and 2: Turning on Lenore, creeping closer with teeth bared.
Wyrmhound 3: Bodyslam Adam. WP 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Stay on all fours)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Stay up! Dex+athletics]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Damage: 7 + 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Burnout] [1c escape grapple -5 str+ath]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Kalaratri] 1c. BITE GNARLED SPOT! -5
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) Re-rolls: 2
[Lenore] (Block. No Grappled opponent. Dex 5 + Brawl 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Kalaratri] CHOMP.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Re-roll. Split -6)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Kalaratri]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak. -2 for Fur Gnarl)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Grapple Asha's snout. -7 dice. Str 9 (holds) + Brawl 4. diff 6 + 2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7 (Failure at target 8)
[Burnout] [r1 bite bite(WP) srsly joey we gotta do SUMTHIN]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Burnout] [dmg+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] A Welcoming party like no other.
She is all smiles. All Joy. In every moment of the next and last few seconds of living. When they rush with gaping jaws, her hands reaching out to clutch at limbs and throats, drag them up by their fur and flesh to shake. When Rotagar's lunge onto her back, seeking to push her low, muscles of power surging in both forms as they struggle against one another. When Ahroun's of blazing Light and dark Gutters move in to collide with force against something inhumanely similar in power and resiliency.
When those she put into dominance with sheer brutish terror, turn against her with ruffling growls and cautious steps, the Hounds sensing the imminent destruction of thew fledgling 'Alpha' they once cowered infront of.
Even when Kalaratri's jaws peel rocky flesh back from the spine, snap verytebrae, organs...
Even as Hunter climbs back to his feet, dropped from a mighty height and comes face to face with the Dying Hag.
She is shrieking.
She is laughing.
The Beast of War sings and there is not a spirit that dares come within earshot but a trio of quavering Hounds.
The Bone Gnawer's jaws finish the task, snapping out throat in a gush of black blood. Silencing the shriek and toppling the creature with a sigh that is almost a babe's. Almost a child's. The grin on her face is grotesque. Disgusting, not for it's features but for the vague semblance of human bliss that touches the lips and vacant eyes.
The Hounds, bound by some odd spell, drift a heartbeat as if in confusion and then bolt. Turning in three different directions at once. Stubs of tails, tucked like they could fit between small hind legs. Small yelps accompanying each galloping stride.
[Killswitch] And so it all ends as it should, beneath the snapping jaws of the full moons. The Rotagar and the Theurge did what they could, Joey slipping in behind and doing what she could to assist her comrades, Adam turning the hounds against each other rather than the Gaians. Tonight, they've all fulfilled their roles within the Nation. They've all earned themselves a warm fuzzy feeling for keeping the city safe for another night.
Like superheroes, vigilantes of the night, unknown by the world sleeping around them on the other side of the Gauntlet. Joey thinks that's kind of cool, and not nerdy or geeky at all.
So it's over, and the warped kin is dead, hopefully at peace. Joey disentangles herself from the Naugh's grip, rising up to four feet and shaking out her fur. She's not the Alpha of this sortie, but she still looks at Hunter, and Asha, and then Adam, checking them over for wounds not because it's her job, but because that's just what she does. Looking at Hunter, she tips her head up once, wags her tail at him, as proud of her Alpha as she ever is.
Then she trots to the Theurge, bumps against her lightly, then more roughly if the Fury is no longer stunned and swaying. Her bones snapping and shifting, muscles bulging and joints realigning, she stands in Crinos, iron-furred and scarred everywhere. Dark eyes find the axe, still embedded in the ground.
[Curiositah]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Kalaratri] The battle is short, a spasm of violent so brief that the Silver Fang Ahroun is still quivering with unspent rage underneath the full, fat moon. She shakes herself free of the dying corpse as the Vanguard's alpha lands the dying blow, her silvered coat drenched in fat droplets of viscous black blood. The taste of bile, the blood-rich memory of a spleen are warm in the back of her throat. In the aftermath of battle, the Silver Fang a savage picture, pure breed like a beacon against the darkness, the lingering memory of what greatness meant before madness infected the line.
The beast gives a heavy shake of her body, sending droplets of the black blood flying, snorts a hot, heavy breath out from between her nostrils - snorting to clear her senses. The gift glows around her, makes her blaze like a beacon until her mantle of blood. While Joey goes to investigate the axe, she pads through the detritus of the ruined umbral building to snarl in the wyrmhounds' wake and stand watch at the ruptured edges of the battlefield.
[Rain of Brass Petals] She's flat on her back when the battle ends. her ears are ringing and the world is spinning and, for her part, she's done what she had intended. She groans, and the sound she makes is obviously less-than-pleased. The female gets back on her feet. She stretches- the world is largely unaware of what they do, though it feeds the umbra none the less. There was a time, once, when the worlds were not so different, when they slipped and colided and were so intermeshed.
That, it seemed, was somewhat embarrassing.
The Fury, once her bearings have returned, moves to stand with the Fenrir and inspect the weapon.
[Burnout] He hung helpless in the grasp of a giant throughout the fight. But he watched on, and he wriggled and he followed the movements of those he leads. Asha strikes true and his eyes light up, urging her on to victory only for him to suddenly yelp as Adam goes down under the weight of a hound. That's when he starts to really try and get out, he stops wriggling and suddenly breaks out of the grip that surrounds him, landing on the floor with snapping jaws.
In the end it is him and her once more, just like it was the last time. Except now she is the one bleeding on the ground, now she is the one who looks up at him and is judged. Still she laughs, that mad, sickening shriek and Hunter silences her forever.
He moves as if to headbutt Joey when she comes close then strikes out and licks her forehead before scampering off to stand next to Asha. He tips his head to the side and smiles a wolfish smile into the distance, watching the wyrmhounds run.
Good work.
[Kalaratri] Asha has barely begun to fight. She finds herself feeling quit rebellious hanging around with so many commoners, and flashes Hunter a toothy smile, tail wagging back and forth.
Shouldn't let the beaten hounds get away, like a challenge, ready to shoot off in their wake.
[Killswitch] [people are in there]
[Burnout] [night]
[Burnout] [oh are they just being quiet?]
[Killswitch] Joey's ears flick back, her lips peel back, and she lets out a short, low growl, the wolf equivalent of Fuckin' fuckitty fuck fucks!
[Burnout] His nostrils flare to the smell of blood, the Crinos beast beside him prepares for battle. Hunter waits for his advisor's. Adam talks about the fight, what to expect, what to prepare for and truth be told Hunter is already prepared. A red bandage already wraps around his lupus torso like some encrusted piece of devilry.
It becomes clear some moments later that the spy Joey sent out is not going to do any good at all. It gets destroyed, utterly wrecked to pieces and Hunter frowns. If a wolf can truly frown.
"You're gonna have to." He tells Joey through the totemphone. "No other way. Stop being lazy."
[Burnout] [OH YEAH EARLIER -1G BB -1G soak]
[Kalaratri] The Fang waits an acceptable time for someone else to claim the concrete talen the Fury offers; if no one else takes it, then, she does, smashing the easter egg in a taloned handpaw, grinding the chunk of shell to dust. In her human guise, Asha's eyes are a deep, rich brown so close to black as to be nearly indistinguishable from it. Here, her eyes are a pale, steady blue, and the silver sheen to her coat all the more pronounced in her warforms.
That crack is followed by a rain of feathers from the sky; the silver thing's lips pull back from her maw in a silent half-snarl. She's lined with tension, her ruff standing out around her great head, her tail moving in a long, low sweep with a sort of adolescent eagerness - bright, quivering, ready for battle, restraining herself - just - on a short leash like some gloryhound.
You are light-footed, the creature rumbles to Burnout in the high-tongue, making some attempt at stealth. She means: quiet, deft. If falcon's daughter understood that they followed cat she might bristle at the sheer thought of it; and thought she doesn't know, she sees it in every step the packmates of the Vanguard take. - if you sneak behind, I take from the front. Tear it in half. Her tail thumps as she makes the suggestion, head swinging from the Fury to the Bone Gnawer and back again.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Killswitch] She looks at Hunter. It's a strange thing, a Fostern following a Cliath. She could probably still put him down if she really wanted to, or if she cared enough to try.
But there's a reason why Joey Oliver didn't go running back to Buried Hatchet when she heard through the grapevine that the Philodox had rolled back into town. One ear flicks forward. Amused, even in the middle of such an important, and dangerous, hunt.
"Did I ever tell you 'bout the time I tried to play tug o' war with a chain?" she shoots back across the totem link. She shakes her head to Adam's offer of a ridiculous little Easter egg. She has her own assortment of goodies. There are whorls and markings painted over her iron grey fur in what looks like blood, disturbed only slightly when she pulled out the first talen. She digs out just one more before calling on a gift to help her blend into the shadows.
[-1G Soak
Blur!: manip + stealth diff 8]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 7, 9 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Killswitch] [pleasepleaseplease even 1 suxx will help so much]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 9)
[Burnout] His head turns slowly towards Kalaratri and even though she stands in her warform, Hunter doesn't cower or show sign of fear though he sits in lupus. He licks over his chops. "Can you see what's there?" He tips his head as only a canine can. "I can't."
[Killswitch] [stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Annnnddd...)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 9)
[Lenore] (Annddd...)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] She inhales, and takes her own little easter egg. There's one left for her, it seems, and the brightly colored, intricately painted blue-and red and black painted egg is crushed. The dust is scattered, and it seems as though there is more dust in there than should actually be kept inside of an easter egg.
She swints and looks in the direction that the rest of the group was looking. She squints and tries to peer over there.
[and soak talen? (This is hard, stupid Coatl)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Kalaratri] The beast flashes a look from the lupus to the shadows against the horizon, then back again. Alas, she is not so keen-eyed as the tribal totem. Nothing more than you see from there. she returns, after scrutinizing the horizon for several heartbeats longer. There's no advantage to this height, so she bends over, her frame contorting again until she settles into hispo. Here the physical marks of her eagerness, her barely-leashed battle-hunger are even more prominent, and here she waits, all but pacing, for the scout's report.
[Killswitch] Amusement fades, and Joey's mindlink to her Alpha becomes as silent as the Rotagar herself as she closes the gap. They're not alone, though, never alone so long as they have that totemic link. Even as she goes silent in his mind, Hunter can still feel the quiet steady thrum of Joey's energy, can feel that invisible tether that binds them close despite history, and the feeling that most days they're two ships passing in the daylight.
Slowing, blending in with the shadows, the Rotagar looks over the scene. A dark eye is cast toward that axe briefly, but there are more important matters at hand. Like sending recon back to her Alpha before she gets caught.
"It's her. Axe's in the ground. Five wyrmhounds. They're not fightin' her, Hunter, they're with her." A thoughtful pause, and, "Might be able t'scare them off, but I'm not doing shit unless you guys're over here I'm comin' back," she concludes, before he can even slip in another warning. There's no panic in that last bit, but tension. There was a time when Joey would've flown into battle all alone against these creatures and been completely confident in her ability to come out the other side alive, or at least on her way to a glorious Fenrir death.
That was a long time ago.
Soft ears flick forward, then back. Joey twists, and hurries off to rejoin the others once more.
[and more stealthy]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Killswitch] Amusement fades, and Joey's mindlink to her Alpha becomes as silent as the Rotagar herself as she closes the gap. They're not alone, though, never alone so long as they have that totemic link. Even as she goes silent in his mind, Hunter can still feel the quiet steady thrum of Joey's energy, can feel that invisible tether that binds them close despite history, and the feeling that most days they're two ships passing in the daylight.
Slowing, blending in with the shadows, the Rotagar looks over the scene. A dark eye is cast toward that axe briefly, but there are more important matters at hand. Like sending recon back to her Alpha before she gets caught.
"It's her. Axe's in the ground. Five wyrmhounds. They're not fightin' her, Hunter, they're with her." A thoughtful pause, and, "Might be able t'scare them off, but I'm not doing shit unless you guys're over here I'm comin' back," she concludes, before he can even slip in another warning. There's no panic in that last bit, but tension. There was a time when Joey would've flown into battle all alone against these creatures and been completely confident in her ability to come out the other side alive, or at least on her way to a glorious Fenrir death.
That was a long time ago.
Soft ears flick forward, then back. Joey twists, and hurries off to rejoin the others once more.
[Burnout] Hunter stays tense, as if listening far off and when he receives word he repeats the message to the other two. Five wyrmhounds, all with her. Against the four of them.
He licks across his teeth, chuffs.
"Got any of that warpaint Rain?"
[Rain of Brass Petals] "It's not going to work on the Naugh," she tells Hunter. Insists, even.
[Burnout] "What about the hounds?"
[Rain of Brass Petals] "It should, in theory, work against them but I don't have enough for it to be effective," she says, "why don't we use the wyrmhounds against it instead? I'm hesitant because Pegasus isn't exactly fond of handing out this particular talen to non-Furies."
Understatement.
[Burnout] He licks his nose, she can see the tension in his neck and muzzle. He sneezes.
"How many can you take?"
[Kalaratri] The Fang watches the exchange, her head swinging from Adamidas to Burnout and back again, her muscles tense, rippling beneath her bright pelt. She's waiting for the Fury to answer, but there's an impatience about her beneath the too bright moon, that too sharp eagerness as she turns away, watching the shadows against the horizon. Someone sneak and grab the axe. she suggests.
Take down the Naugh she theorizes, voice rumbling in her barrel chest now. Hounds run.
If it were a pack of Garou she would concentrate on the weakest. Drive the others mad with loss, make them fear. A low chuff to Burnout, a sort of amusement underneath the slow-burn of her rage.
[Rain of Brass Petals] "Three comfortably," she says, and her attention goes to Asha, "she has a point. Wyrm creatures have this weird sort of sycophantic relationship with this thing. They want to gain its favor. If it's not around, they'll probably flip their gourds and run away screaming."
[Killswitch] Joey darts back across the distance, keeping to the shadows, unwilling to let go of Chamelon's gift so close to battle. Instead she keeps her distance, brushes against Hunter's mind lightly, Here I am.
She misses Asha's suggestion of taking the axe, which is good, at least for Joey. If she caught it, the Fostern would totally snap out of her blur to give the Ahroun a high five.
Instead she keeps out of the way, ready to run back into battle like a tactical nuke, straight for that axe.
[Burnout] He spins in a circle, faces them all and his body begins to shift grow larger as bones pop until the dire wolf snarls low at them.
"I like this axe idea." He whufs at Asha. "Killswitch is on it. I break combat first on the Naugh, then Killswitch the axe, then Kalaratri with me. Rain with the hounds."
He looks into the distance.
"You two." And he must be talking about Adam and Asha. "Will have to move quickly. Killswitch and I move under cover. Strike from within."
[Lenore] They stand on the cusp of a warzone, the fresh stench of something; Iron, rust and dog meat, wafting in the air from the Parking Lot's direction. Plans are bandied back and forth, the tension of the Ahrouns like some infection that seeps into the bones and muscles and drips through veins and blood. A stirring of force that the waxing Gibbous, the threatening full does nothing to alleviate but galvanize. Tonight there would be blood and there seemed nothing but grins to welcome such.
Then; a sharp whine. A cry of pain and terror. Followed by the vicious upheaval of Hounds turned to snapping and jaws. Canine instincts can pick them apart with ease. Something there, not quite the snap and howl of fury. This is fear. Deep rooted, instinctual response.
The shapes in the distance have dispersed slightly and the towering presence of a pale silhouette can be seen, the blackish shape of something thick and heavy dangling from one out stretched limb.
[Kalaratri] Asha whufs assent, her breath hot with bloodlust. Her silver fur ripples in the slaggard light, but she shakes free, one last time - the movement undulates through her massive hispo frame, loosening her muscles, narrowing her focus. She's ready to move with the rest of them.
[-1 WP - Resist Pain]
[Rain of Brass Petals] The Fury shifts to crino. She has to take her time to do it, but it doesn't take ages. It doesn't take too terribly much effort, but she does what she needs to do. The female tenses, and prepares herself for the worst. She gets ready to charge. She's given her knowledge. The rest is yet to come.
[Burnout] Hunter lifts his muzzle and watches the sight curiously. He looks back at the others and then nods. Time to go.
[-1WP resist pain ALMOST FORGOT THANKS LIZ]
[Killswitch] The others prepare for battle, and Joey is no exception. Cloaked in shadow, she activates Bear's gift. Time to go. The Rotagar slinks away.
[YEAH ME, TOO HOLY SHIT -1WP Resist Pain]
[Lenore] The Four skate forward without effort, closing the gap between them and the small congregation of the Wyrm's strongest, for such is the Beast of War's edicts: Strength and Power and it's as they close to within the same distance that Joey had closed, that they see how true a statement this is:
She is there.
A monstrosity not seen through the blurred and hazy eyes of a half-dead Ahroun but in clear and crystal vision. A Tall form, easily that of a Crinos, with awkwardly long legs and a disproportionately skinny frame of limbs, narrowed mid-section and a shrunken chest. Flesh that of pale blue stone, collecting in slender ridges that look as hard as shale, along her elbows and neck and knees; anywhere hinges seek to be. The thickness of her forearms Hunter previously described is instead, a pair of thick banded vambraces, crude in construction and looking as if they were once manacles of some sort. Thick, short and crooked spines jut from them at random points and from the slight blackish liquid that touches at the seams between flesh and metal, look to be inverted as well as out.
Her ankles are clad in similar manacles, each dragging the broken remnants of black iron chains, long since reduced to ornament, while the only cloth she wears is that of a thin brown loin cloth that stretches well to her knees.
Her hair is a tangled mess of tendrils, slick like oil, while the face was once human. That much is visible. A down-turned mouth, too used to screams, frowns and snarls, with thin blue lips that fail to close all the way over yellowed tusks and incisors. Her nose is a prominent collection of ridges of a pair of small slits, while those eyes...
A feral red, that regard the massive Wyrmhound that currently dangles, tongue swollen, lolling and quite dead, from an outstretched hand. The other three are a good twelve feet distance, scraping the ground with their red scaled bellies, ears laid flat and heads ducked in an obvious show of submissive terror.
She studies the body, her axe still embedded in the ground a good ten feet behind her, seemingly forgotten or...unconcerned. She studies the body with a turning brow and a flicker of motion across that face. Scrutiny. Something Hunter was familiar with, that look.
A moment later and her nostrils flare, the group closing what was left of the distance. Her eyes shift. Arterial red regards the approach and something rises to meet them with disturbing, utterly pleasured regard:
A full throat shriek of laughter.
(Inits folks)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [8+1d10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Kalaratri] +9!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Lenore] (Wyrmhounds: 6 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Burnout] [+13]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Lenore] (Lenore. 10 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Killswitch] [+12]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Lenore] (Init Order:
Hunter.
Joey.
Kalaratri.
Adam
Wyrmhounds.
Lenore.
Declare in reverse.)
[Lenore] She seems to watch. Wait with that odd, terrible grin on her features. The axe remains where it is embedded in the hazed tarmac, whilst she spreads hands and seems to beckon at the Garou, the Wyrmhounds shifting their terror and attentions toward the sudden appearance of the Garou. All at once, eager to please and terrified of failure, they lunge into motion with slavering jaws and vicious appetite.
(Lenore
Reflexive: Taunt on Hunter.
Split: a) Grapple Block
b) Grapple block
c) Block with Grappled Opponent 1
d) Block with Grappled Opponent 2
Rage 1 - Crush Grappled opponent's throat.
Rage 2 - Throat Grappled Opponent at Joey)
Wyrmhounds:
1) Bite Asha.
2) Bite Hunter
3) Bodyslam Adam)
[Rain of Brass Petals] Actions!
1a: Command Spirit- Wyrm Hound 1 attack the Naugh
1b: Command Spirit- Wyrm Hound 2 attack the Naugh
R1: Command Spirit- Wyrm Hound 3 attack the Naugh
[Kalaratri] Reflexive: FLAME ON [-1 WP, Lambent Flame]
1a. Fur Gnarl.
1b. Bite Gnarled spot!
1c. Bite Gnarled spot!
Rage 1: BITE (gnarled spot)
Rage 2: BITE (gnarled spot)
[Killswitch] [Sorry, boss, that axe looks HUGE
-1R snapshift to hispo
1a: Sneaky sneaking behind
1b: Jaw lock! +WP]
[Killswitch] [JAWLOCK NAUGH OMFG]
[Burnout] [1a - get behind Lenore
1b - spur claws
1c - bite
r1 - bite
r2 - bite]
[Burnout] [1a - get behind
1b - spur claws -2 dif -4 dice(WP)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 2 at target 4) [WP]
[Lenore] (Grapple Hunter. Str 9 (Holds) + Brawl 4 )
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Killswitch] [BOOF: Big dog now
1a: Sneaking
1b: NOMF (or gnaw, or something) -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP]
[Lenore] (Grapple Joey. Str 9 (holds) + Brawl 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Lenore] (Re-roll. Hunter's Grapple. Str 9 + Brawl 4 - 5 for Split.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Lenore] (Re-roll. Joey's Grapple. Str 9 + Brawl 4 - 6 for split.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Lenore]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Lenore]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [str + ath, diff -2 (ability aptitude)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)
[Lenore] (Strength 9 (Holds) + Ath 2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Kalaratri] 1a. Fur Gnarl! Dex + Brawl + Perun = 12 -3 first split!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]
[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Kalaratri] 1b. Bite Gnarled Spot!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 7)
[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Re-soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Heeeey spiriiiiit! -2 (split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Heeeeey other spiriiiiiiiit]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Lenore] (Wyrmhound 1 and 2: Turning on Lenore, creeping closer with teeth bared.
Wyrmhound 3: Bodyslam Adam. WP 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Stay on all fours)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Stay up! Dex+athletics]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Damage: 7 + 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Rain of Brass Petals] [Soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Burnout] [1c escape grapple -5 str+ath]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Kalaratri] 1c. BITE GNARLED SPOT! -5
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) Re-rolls: 2
[Lenore] (Block. No Grappled opponent. Dex 5 + Brawl 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Kalaratri] CHOMP.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Re-roll. Split -6)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Kalaratri]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak. -2 for Fur Gnarl)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Grapple Asha's snout. -7 dice. Str 9 (holds) + Brawl 4. diff 6 + 2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7 (Failure at target 8)
[Burnout] [r1 bite bite(WP) srsly joey we gotta do SUMTHIN]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Burnout] [dmg+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Lenore] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lenore] A Welcoming party like no other.
She is all smiles. All Joy. In every moment of the next and last few seconds of living. When they rush with gaping jaws, her hands reaching out to clutch at limbs and throats, drag them up by their fur and flesh to shake. When Rotagar's lunge onto her back, seeking to push her low, muscles of power surging in both forms as they struggle against one another. When Ahroun's of blazing Light and dark Gutters move in to collide with force against something inhumanely similar in power and resiliency.
When those she put into dominance with sheer brutish terror, turn against her with ruffling growls and cautious steps, the Hounds sensing the imminent destruction of thew fledgling 'Alpha' they once cowered infront of.
Even when Kalaratri's jaws peel rocky flesh back from the spine, snap verytebrae, organs...
Even as Hunter climbs back to his feet, dropped from a mighty height and comes face to face with the Dying Hag.
She is shrieking.
She is laughing.
The Beast of War sings and there is not a spirit that dares come within earshot but a trio of quavering Hounds.
The Bone Gnawer's jaws finish the task, snapping out throat in a gush of black blood. Silencing the shriek and toppling the creature with a sigh that is almost a babe's. Almost a child's. The grin on her face is grotesque. Disgusting, not for it's features but for the vague semblance of human bliss that touches the lips and vacant eyes.
The Hounds, bound by some odd spell, drift a heartbeat as if in confusion and then bolt. Turning in three different directions at once. Stubs of tails, tucked like they could fit between small hind legs. Small yelps accompanying each galloping stride.
[Killswitch] And so it all ends as it should, beneath the snapping jaws of the full moons. The Rotagar and the Theurge did what they could, Joey slipping in behind and doing what she could to assist her comrades, Adam turning the hounds against each other rather than the Gaians. Tonight, they've all fulfilled their roles within the Nation. They've all earned themselves a warm fuzzy feeling for keeping the city safe for another night.
Like superheroes, vigilantes of the night, unknown by the world sleeping around them on the other side of the Gauntlet. Joey thinks that's kind of cool, and not nerdy or geeky at all.
So it's over, and the warped kin is dead, hopefully at peace. Joey disentangles herself from the Naugh's grip, rising up to four feet and shaking out her fur. She's not the Alpha of this sortie, but she still looks at Hunter, and Asha, and then Adam, checking them over for wounds not because it's her job, but because that's just what she does. Looking at Hunter, she tips her head up once, wags her tail at him, as proud of her Alpha as she ever is.
Then she trots to the Theurge, bumps against her lightly, then more roughly if the Fury is no longer stunned and swaying. Her bones snapping and shifting, muscles bulging and joints realigning, she stands in Crinos, iron-furred and scarred everywhere. Dark eyes find the axe, still embedded in the ground.
[Curiositah]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Kalaratri] The battle is short, a spasm of violent so brief that the Silver Fang Ahroun is still quivering with unspent rage underneath the full, fat moon. She shakes herself free of the dying corpse as the Vanguard's alpha lands the dying blow, her silvered coat drenched in fat droplets of viscous black blood. The taste of bile, the blood-rich memory of a spleen are warm in the back of her throat. In the aftermath of battle, the Silver Fang a savage picture, pure breed like a beacon against the darkness, the lingering memory of what greatness meant before madness infected the line.
The beast gives a heavy shake of her body, sending droplets of the black blood flying, snorts a hot, heavy breath out from between her nostrils - snorting to clear her senses. The gift glows around her, makes her blaze like a beacon until her mantle of blood. While Joey goes to investigate the axe, she pads through the detritus of the ruined umbral building to snarl in the wyrmhounds' wake and stand watch at the ruptured edges of the battlefield.
[Rain of Brass Petals] She's flat on her back when the battle ends. her ears are ringing and the world is spinning and, for her part, she's done what she had intended. She groans, and the sound she makes is obviously less-than-pleased. The female gets back on her feet. She stretches- the world is largely unaware of what they do, though it feeds the umbra none the less. There was a time, once, when the worlds were not so different, when they slipped and colided and were so intermeshed.
That, it seemed, was somewhat embarrassing.
The Fury, once her bearings have returned, moves to stand with the Fenrir and inspect the weapon.
[Burnout] He hung helpless in the grasp of a giant throughout the fight. But he watched on, and he wriggled and he followed the movements of those he leads. Asha strikes true and his eyes light up, urging her on to victory only for him to suddenly yelp as Adam goes down under the weight of a hound. That's when he starts to really try and get out, he stops wriggling and suddenly breaks out of the grip that surrounds him, landing on the floor with snapping jaws.
In the end it is him and her once more, just like it was the last time. Except now she is the one bleeding on the ground, now she is the one who looks up at him and is judged. Still she laughs, that mad, sickening shriek and Hunter silences her forever.
He moves as if to headbutt Joey when she comes close then strikes out and licks her forehead before scampering off to stand next to Asha. He tips his head to the side and smiles a wolfish smile into the distance, watching the wyrmhounds run.
Good work.
[Kalaratri] Asha has barely begun to fight. She finds herself feeling quit rebellious hanging around with so many commoners, and flashes Hunter a toothy smile, tail wagging back and forth.
Shouldn't let the beaten hounds get away, like a challenge, ready to shoot off in their wake.
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