February 06, 2004.02.06.04. - spiritual armor [hyde forum][forum post by jacen - the godi securing spirit guardians for the warehouse]
Hyde has taken a few days to get his things together. Spiritual defence for the pack den isn't really something to skimp on. So on Friday night he calls the pack together and takes them into the umbra.
Once there, shifting to his breed form a mental statement goes out to the pack for them to do the same. Arraying them in a circle he kneels by the things he had brought over previously just for this purpose. Kneeling he pulls around a drum. It's head, stretched skin of some form. Looking suspiciously fine. A mallet is picked up in one three fingered hand and the drumming starts. Summoning a spirit to them and to this place.
Already a few spirits of like mind surround Hyde. He seems to call to them in the umbra. The earth jaggling. The little Loamy badger smelling of fresh tilled soil sniffs and snorts at the pack arrayed around him. A water spirit bubbles and churns in a little puddle. A bit agitated by the garou.
Hyde arranges the pack in a circle around him as he drums. The more battle minded being warned to watch for banes. Sometimes they come to peek as well.
The drumming seems to take on almost physical manifestation in the air. Thrumming in their ears. Vibrating their hair and fur. His free hand reaches into the hide pouch hanging diagonally across his chest to his hip. Pulling out a small crystal figurine he sits it before himself. Drumming more, the Eagles feel a stirring in the umbral air. Looking down they see a crystal wolverine. Where he aquired such a delicate object is anyones guess.
The drumming reaches a crescendo, and suddenly the bone hammer is brought down on the crystal wolverine. Shattering it into a million pieces with the sound of a thunder clap. The garou ammassed here feel the wind explode outwards from the object and then the sound echoes into their genetic memories. The shards. Millions of shards of crystal glass reform, swirling upwards to take on shape. Reforming itself into a little wolf made of the glass. It looks around them and shivers. Not in fear but in apparent agitation.
Hyde speaks slowly to the glass spirit. Knowing they are a bit flighty and easy to anger.
Asking for it's help in protecting their humble abode he offers the windows set high in the ware house for it's home. A physical manifestation in the real world that will give it many ways to look out over the surrounding landscape. seeing the world there.
Reaching into his pouch he pulls out a prism. Offering it gently to the spirit as chimerage he bows before it.Taking in the group the spirt shimmers and snatches up the prism. Turning it this way and that.. Finally it agrees to watch over the warehouse for 3 cycles of luna. Then there must be.... MORE chimerage! Yes.. YES! MORE!
Glimmering it flickers up and the glass of the windows in the umbra becomes more solid. If you look at it the right way you can see eyes looking out.
The drum starts again and Hyde warns them that the next spirit is likely to be a bit more greedy. Motioning to some trashcan lids. A little gong he snatched from somewhere. Some lead pipes and such he tells his pack mates to basically just start a ruckus. Making as much noise as they can.
The noise starts. Eagles own are pretty good at causing noise. Coming across like a furry rendition of STOMP they send out a cacophony of sound. Hyde drums on knowing which spirit he's summoning. Hand reaching into his pouch he pulls out a package he got at the toy store. Tearing it open with his teeth he scatters it's contents on the floor. 3 dozen little metal army guys clatter and scatter around the circle of noise. Then... it comes. Not like a sudden formation but slowly. One of the metal men twitches... it skitters across the floor to another.. then another.. and another. Forming up the metal twists.. reforms.. re-constitutes.. Up up.. Expanding. Heating. Melting. Solidifying.. up up up.... a 15 foot tall toy army guy now looks down at the garou and speaks in a voice like clashing battle ships.
"WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME, LITTLE GAROU!!??!!"
Hyde hops up and motions for the others to keep up the noise.
"We petition you for your aid in protecting this place great metal spirit. A tribute of clashing sound made from your very forms greet you in greatness!"
"WHY SHOULD I HELP SOMETHING AS PITIFUL AS YOURSELVES!!?"
Speaking quickly, the Elemental Metal spirits were known for their fast dealings, "You can help yourself by helping us oh master of solid forms. By aiding this pack and protecting our home you solidify your essence in the mortal plane. Your form becomes stronger. It shows it's strength to not only the spirits here, but to the weaver, and the wyrm. You say FUCK YOU! To those spirits not worthy of such things.. You show dominance to them and your power!"
The metal spirit seems to like that thught. More over he feels the kinship to the Metis. A great kindship like that of brothers. It seems to mull it over and looks to the other garou and slowly nods. Leveling a metal talon at Hyde.
"YOU WILL PAY TRIBUE WITH METAL MUSIC TO ME ONCE PER CHANGING OF THE MOON. LOUD! A TRIBUTE WORTHY OF A KING LITTLE BROTHER. PAY ME THIS BOON AND I'LL STRENGTHEN YOUR DEN AND SHOW MY DOMINANCE TO THOSE WHO COME TO DARE PENETRATE MY WALLS!"
Hyde bows his head low and agrees. The spirit spins once. Yanking all the metal objects from the packs hands. Sending them sprawling here and there and seems to explode outwards. The pack picking up more than a few shrapnel wounds as it strikes the walls of the ware house. Then thickening in the umbra. Becoming more solid. Casting off some of the webs of the weaver.
In the realworld the walls are strengthened as well. A new glossy sheen coming to them.
Hyde picks himself up off the floor and settles his drum.
"One more tonight my brothers... one more."
Dipping into the pouch once more Pulling out some incense cones he sighs and hands them to his packmates.
"Light these.. I've not the dexterity for such fine manipulation. "
Wiping some blood from his hand he pulls out little wicker.. toys? setting them in the middle of the circle. It looks like Hyde has crafted little monsters out of sticks and twigs. Some string and straw. Nodding to them he takes up the bone hammer and starts to drum again. The incense burning and sending up a bit of smoke.
THe drumming takes a little longer this time. The earthen badger pacing impatiently. Finally the spirit comes. Kemp notices it first because his hair starts heating up... smoldering. Then it jumps to Tucker... James, decker, Eric... then finally with a spark it jumps into the air between them. The smoke from the insence swirling around it. A burst of light and a little flame appears floating there. Not nearly as large or dramatic as the previous spirits it seems smaller.
Hyde speaks to it with passion.
"Brother fire, we beseech you for a small gift of your aid. A bit of your essence to warm and keep our den in these cold climates. An offering of burnt chiminage I offer you. Please, take these wyrm beasts, burn them in effigy. cleanse them though your glorious form, as you do so, Eagle pack does in the world. Cleansing the wyrm from the land as we can. Warm us in our sleep and we shall carry your vengeance to the enemy as it dwells."
Moved by the passion of the Fenrir's words and the rather simple request the fire spirit consumes the little wicker monsters in flame and seems to seep into the floor. The walls around them glow once and then it seems to be gone.
Hyde stands. Physically and mystically drained. Not only did he conduct the bartering but each spirit he gave some of his very spiritual gnosis. A nod to them and he chuffs.
"It is done.... for now. We must keep the bargains with the spirits.. and they will with us."
Crossing back over the changes are tiny in the real world. The sheen of the walls is a bit different. Looking stronger. And the place is WARM. The heat seeming to come from the metal itself. The windows above don't gleam but there is a more secure feeling to the pack. They've watchers now. Watchers that never sleep. Never tire.
Theurges had their uses, from time to time. Casting off their jackets in their now warm abode.. the pack is home.
Posted by james at February 06, 2004 12:00 AM
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