March 31, 2004.03.26.04. - caernraising pt. 2 [vanguard/center/rearguard/scouts/kin] *wm[caernraising pt 2: vanguard/center/rearguard/scouts]
(kegan)
"Far too easy what crack you all smoking that was a fucking bitch of a fight and there is more to come who cares if they hear us howl I think they know we are here."~Hal moves with the Thurges pushings along quickly as he can~
(nahimana laughing coyote)
Nahimana calls out to Yu Gan "Come, let me heal you!"(barny jameson)
The shaggy Hispo that is The knights Templar emerge from the sewers. head swiveling around, then he shakes the worst of the moist stench from hsi fur, before he moves towards the VanGuard.(erik)
A nod down, acceptance. It would have been a fun plan. A smirk directed James' way. Hella fun, but fuck it. "True 'nuff."(tucker/james vaughn)
Tucker Riley, Street-King lifts the man hole cover the rest of the way, helping Barny up. It is then taken in his hands, used to sharpen his claws as he ge waits for the rest to emerge from the hole.James will be last, wating for news from the rear gaurd. Floating bodies don't bode well.
((Sorry, had to use a gift during intermission.))
(nahi)
Nahimana closes her eyes and holds up a hand for a moment, her face peaceful, then she opens her eyes and smiles a bit before taking on the stoic expression she has been wearing since this all began
Nahimana calls out "Yu Gan! Come to me if you need healing(yu)
*the invisable Scout moves to his pack to be healed*(cinnamon carlisle)
*staying next to Jim's shoulder, she waits, moves, whatever, watching around them. A nod to Yu, more felt than seen, cause she's still in the "shadows"*(kegan/hal)
~Kegan sees others joing them and yells out~ Yo who can blood well heal me up?~Hal moves out of the sewers and heads with the group to the shipyard~
(nahi)
Nahimana uses Mother's Touch on the invisible Scout to heal him. A soft smile touches her lips before she assumes the stoic expression she'd had since this all began
(eyes of medea)
Emerging from the sewers, the Fury seer takes a look around, shaking the filth from her fur, though the stench will remain much longer. Her bow is lowered slightly, but the look of Rage in her eyes never dims. She stays next to Jim and her packmates, holding back the urge to howl again.(nahi)
"Come to me, Cousin." Nahimana calls to the one crying out for healing, still refusing to leave Jim(james)
the Ahroun acquiesces Decker's decision with a nod up
lopsided (forever lopsided) grin angled towards his Alpha
damn skippy it woulda been fun
(packing up with a bunch of Get seems to have truly rubbed off on the once mellow Gnawer)
but this isn't the time for funone final tug on the make-shift bandange ascertains it's durability
not much, but at least he can hope to avoid irreparable damage
(banes/bsds)
Out of the sewers now.
(Out of the frying pan...)The Garou gather on the quiet lakeshore. The wind is stiff; it smells like fish and water, but not salt. In the darkness the hulking giants of industrial cranes and pulleys, of abandoned half-completed ships and wrecked hulls, groan and creak.
Water laps against the shoreline. The deserted shipyard has a taste of abandonment to it that goes deeper than these human creations, these relics of industry and shipping.
It's the abandonment of a slumbering Caern.
And they've come to change that.There has already been battle in the shipyard. The remains of some ten Dancers can be seen, and the damage they have inflicted in turn is seen on the vanguard Garou. As the Garou move amongst themselves to restore their strength, there are some who are ever-vigilant. And they're the ones that will realize it's too quiet. Too still.
The world is holding its breath.
The storm is just beginning.(barny/rasputin)
Barny looks over the Vanguard. A glance to the theurges and his pack, and then he goes towards the Eagles, silently. James and Erik are both greeted with a warm hand, mothers touch flowing through them.
(hamish/jim/sergei)
jim has a moment of clarity and digs around in his bag quaffing the nightshade talen fading into shadow, the battle was close they were nearly there he would strike from darkness.Hamish stayed by cliona and surveyed the scene as they converged with the others.
Sergei lopes along with his pack trying to catch up with the others.
(kegan)
~Kegan gets up and heads over to find the one yelling and hopes to get healed up~(spider)
At the head of the Center's procession, twin matte black spiders. Mechanical arachnids, with glowing red eyes, guns and buzzsaws and other bizarre weaponry mounted to their bodies. They move in unison, metallic legs clicking along the ground.Spider is somewhere behind them, amongst the Center and the Theurges, but primarily near Sasha, silently guiding them.
(yu et al)
Yu Gan: Stands with his pack, invisable for the timeHyde: Moves to the Eagles side.
Jaan: Is with the Raptors
Will: Circles high above keeping watch*
(eyes of medea)
~GS~ Who needs healing? I can heal.She calls out to those who look wounded, keeping her place next to Jim and her packmates, her eyes searching the darkness for what waits outside.
(ricinus/tristan/mina)
Cliona emerges from the stench and shakes herself. Going to take a bloody month in the bath to get rid of the stench before Logan will so much as look at her again. Kegan yells and she snorts. Impatient – isn’t he? But she waves him over her direction and to Nahi. HT. –He’s one o’mine- Moving to Kegan, she lays a hand on him, and slides the healing of the mother through her touch....Tristan joins then, eyes searching – and the tension slides from him to see James. That’s all he needs – he’s in one piece. (...so far.)
Mina joins with the rest of the kin, a search for Bartol, eyes alone, then silently stands.
(kemp)
Jittery, or maybe it was just watchful Either way he was trying to watch all angles at once, making him jump around like a squirrel on speed that was getting shocked every few seconds by an electric cattle prod. Don't like this, don't like it. Way too quiet. Quiet before the storm. Muttering away over the link.(cadeyrn drake)
He comes out of the sewers with the others and looks about, his breath stops for a moment as he watches it all unfold before his eyes(erik)
He comes out of the sewers with the others and looks about, his breath stops for a moment as he watches it all unfold before his eyes(curata)
Curata continues to stand in his warform, blood caked the white undermarkings on his entire front. Torso covered in his and spirals blood. He moves with ease, looking off in the direction of Cliona with a snort. Words muttered in a gutteral tongue under his muzzle.(leroy)
Shift down into homid, escape the manhole and shifts back into Crinos. Tossing the frying pan over his shoulder, the massive filthy matted silvery once white pelted LeRoy glances about. Head falling askew, a touch of a grin if there could be one crosses his maw. He sees James. Why Batter up..and he's moving towards him bright eyed like never before.(jude/kris)
*Hearing the offer to heal Jude walks over to Eyes of Medea*
I could use a little of that spiritual Gaia love *chuckeling and wincing as the pain shoots through his arm again*(tucker/james v)
A nod to Hyde as the Fang finishes his sharpening. "Good to see you here. Ready for the big show?" As nonchalant as the words maybe it's the high speech and his body language would bely his vigilance. It's a time to defend, things are coming to a head.The Caern must be opened.
James comes up right before the rear gaurd makes their appearance. His hulking nine foot one furry frame standig near them. First impressions not withsatanding he's glad they made it. "Let's not wait. We need to open this thing."
The Caern must be opened.
(josephina/ana)
Hackles rise along Anastasija's neck, the silence seeping into her flesh like the chill of a winter night. But this one fraught with, the unnatural and the dangerous. Across the totempole an issues is warned - even if its not necessary - as tension coils through that dark and scarred frame.Josephina, emerges, the freshness of the air a momentary relief (even filtered with the stench of blood, the stench of death) to nostrils impugned by the filth of the sewers. Jocelyn, Pagan, stands at her side - in some many ways the image of her kin - in stance, in form, in the silver-white fur matted and crusting with blood and excrement. And they? They stand with the Raptors. Arctic beast-wolves, ready... waiting.
(barny)
Barny moves among the gathering. Mina is the next he finds, and Mother's healing touch is granted her, before he moves back towards the theurges, quaffing from a small vial, his wearniess slowly dispelled.(nahi)
"I am a healer as well" Nahimana says in a strong voice(decker)
Decker.Restless, the Modi watches the healing, his pale eyes flinty in the moonlight.
Finally, he has no more patience. "Seek out the Caern's Heart, Theurges. Then we cross over and raise this Caern if we must die for it."
(eyes)
The Fury Seer looks at the stranger who approaches her for a moment, and then nods slowly, reaching out to touch his shoulder as she channels her healing Gift into the Garou before her.(binary)
Periphery.Edging her favorite two theurges [.. deep inside she CARES deeply - about the caern] And so her check in's center around Sasha and that freaky spider guuiding theurge. [Whatever works.] Unbloodied. Unblemished. The Front and rear guard did thier job well.
its JUST so bloody quiet.
[Scan-scan-Scan](kegan)
~Kegan grins at Cliona~ ~GS~ Your a doll lass.Hal waits for the others before he heads to find the heart~
(nahi)
Nahimana looks to Jim "Are you ready?"(sasah)
Sasha is moving through the group as they join up with the Vanguard. Pitch-black fur dark against the night, bright yellow eyes gleam as she looks over those wounded and in need of being healed. Her Crinos head lifts up, settling her gaze on Decker and the other Eagles. She slips away from Spider, seeks out Kemp to brush by him. And gives him a nod, glad to see he was still alive.As Decker speaks out, Sasha turns to look towards the other theurges.
(nelly bell crenshaw)
She was the last from the sewer waltz. Shifting back into the green furred dire wolf just upon concrete ground. A pause was given, a shake from nose to ass... flinging sewer sludge off of of massive body. And after, she simply stares.. those white-blue orbs taking in 360degrees of 'ok where the fuck are we now'....And strangely enough four Gorgon Gators emerge behind her. Do not ask how they crawled up. Its the Wyld. It does what it wants. And they out of the rest, looked truely pissed off.
(james)
the Gnawer grins at Barney
weight fully borne on healed leg
(they gotta stop meeting like this)
then at Decker's command
there's another grunt
and he follows(jude/kris)
*Looking down at his sholder as it heals slightly and gives Eyes of Medea a smile* Thank you.
(ric/tris/mina)
Cliona winks at Kegan, before she moves back to take her place by Sasha. More breathing room here, the Red-furred Hispo moves with an ease, and flanks the woman/beast with the Key. Chin lifts, eyes searching, ever watchful – let’s go get this bloody prize.(cinn)
*her form is indistinct, good thing, too, it's blue. She and Nelly would make a good pair, green and blue wolves, what a riot! Lets get a few more colors and make a rainbow pack. That would just be too much! She stops the thoughts buzzing in her mind and waits next to Jim. For them all to move.*(eyes)
"Um..." She pauses, reaches over to Nah, "Can I have that Water of Iaso? I'm having some trouble here..." Her eyes flicker towards Jude and she frowns, "Should have been able to do more." A pause, and then she glances towards the others and starts moving in the direction of Sasha, raising her bow again. It's just...too quiet.(hamish/serg/jim)
Jim moves to join the others (i'm confused where everyone is) with nahi and cinn beside him on either side.Hamish moves with his beta and stays near her ready to join the fight.
sergei moves with his pack where they go he goes
(nahi)
Nahimana gives Medea athe Talen "Aiya. use it."(barnu/ras)
He returns to Hispo, taking up his place again. Head turning this way and that. The real battle begins here.He is in the umbra, and despite the totem link, he feels alone. A garou have a tendancy to do that, surrounded by thousands of thrashing banes, tearing at each other, tearing at you. He has no words now, no thoughts but survival. Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?
(erik)
Eyes are turned out, ears pointed forward, nose working at the scents on the air. The wind should be off the water. he knows what to do. Decker knows he knows what to do. Pack.(yu)
Yu Gan: Moves forward with his pack to find the center.Hyde: Moves with the theurges, to help with the raising*
Jaan: Stays with the Raptors. Readies for battle
Will: Still circiling above.
(jdue/kris)
*Chuckeling a bit* Well these wounds don't seem to want to heal today
*Pausing and noticing that something seams to be bothering her* What's the matter?(banes/bsds)
Brand."It is dangerous on the other side. Our Theurge has warned us of banes beyond count. Already he may have given his life."
Decker.
"Then call your totems, if you have one. And be well prepared for the onslaught."
--
As if on cue.
As if on cue...Kris and Will, the coraxes, spot them first. Manholes from two or three blocks around shifting. Moving.
Lifting.
Blasted creatures crawling from them. Black Spiral dancers. Crawling from the sewers blocks around. A pack. Two. Three.
Twenty, thirty Dancers rising from the ground. Dancers lain hidden until all the Garou were on the beach. Their backs to the lake. Hemmed in on all sides by the Dancers.
With a sudden crash, the sewer opening they had come out of slams shut. It will not open again.
TRAPPED.
(will)
Will: INCOMING NASTYS!! You furrys look sharp!!!(eyes)
She nods to Nah, taking the vial and handing it to Jude, "Drink this. It will heal you." A pause, and she glances away and starts to answer. Instead of an answer, she howls a warning, letting her arrow fly at the nearest Spiral.(kris)
*Kris drops down and shifts into homid form, yelling out loud* We got some party crashers comeing our way!!!(b/s)
What nearest Spiral?
They aren't in sight yet. Not of the Garou.But oh, they can hear them.
Laughing. Chittering. Howling. Whining. Screaming.
In symphony.(leroy)
~GS~ "Oh hell yeah" He roared as he found himself pressing up towards Drums on Skull's flank. ~GS~ "No miss'n this time Andy" Gurgling a chuckle. It was all he could do to keep his excitement down. Lets see..what will come out of the ground tonight? This Battle? Maybe a lobster..hmmm. Flashing James his frying pan. ~GS~ "Came prepared" Joking? Do you remember the crab?(kemp)
Still in Crinos, though he does manage a lift of his maw to Sasha. Ears swiveling towards the sound of the crash like he had radar trained in those ears. Lips peeling back from sharp teeth with a wolfish smile as his muscles tense and dance beneath his hide. They were coming and it was going to be nasty.
Jude + Kris
Sat 12:35AM CST *Jude hears the shout and the growel looking around ready for battle**Kris takes to the sky again, landing on a roof and shifting to homid, getting his pistols ready*
Tucker Riley/James Vaughn
Sat 12:35AM CST Tucker is right above the manhole, when it crashes shut he cries out for all to hear. "Theurges, top the center. Ahrouns.... We kill the blasphemous Wyrm creatures and everyone else surround the Crescent moons. NOW!.The Glasswalker, James is backing toward Sasha, keeping the theurges to the center, standing at the ready to die if it means slowing down a spiral.
Nahimana Laughing Coyote
Sat 12:35AM CST Nahimana stands ready for battle in Crinos, her eyes searching for the first to show themselves
Spider
Sat 12:34AM CST Spider [and the Hunter Spiders] persue Sasha, following after her. Black Spiral Dancers emerged, and their only escape route clamped shut behind them."Come on.." he says, the Glabros Glass Walker looking toward Honeysuckle, touching her Crinos elbow. "Catch up later..we have work to do."
Cinnamon Carlisle
Sat 12:34AM CST *she raises her voice, muzzle toward the sky, hidden in the shadows, near invisible, and starts to howl out the Anthem of War again, encouraging, Egging on, giving heart to those that might be faltering. Not letting the hyena like jibbering get to her or the rest*(caed)
He points his shotgun at the sounds of them coming and waits for his shot(barny)
He turns, flashing around, Great hispo form bristling.
~GS~ Theurges to the center! Form up on em! They must live!~
Then he rips the night air with a great howl. The pony sized Wolf raising its shaggy head to the heaven. Gaia, tonight is a good night to die! The Full moon, his birthright glaring down on him from above, and rage burns in his body.
The razor has found a vein.(caern)
Jim honestly, may not care. He may not even be able to feel it anymore. hear it anymore. Sense it anymore.The message is overwhelming. (This is a Fetish that is designed to find a caern. When this caern has been found, the spirit will be free.
The spirit.
Longs.
To be free.And will take any steps it can to get that. Including flooding the Ahroun's mind with it's goal.
At least the message has changed.
No longer east. They are east.
MovemovemovemoveLEFTmovemovemovemovemove...
(cinn)
*she switches the tune and calls on the Wyld, the gift of her ancestors. Calling on the wyld within each of them. "Call of the Wyld" obviously, singing her heart into it as she'd never done on stage before.*(erik)
Erik looks to the sky and recites a silent litany of names, calling upon his ancestors through the considerable bond he has with them. Its gonna come down to tooth and claw, and that is the aid he seeks. Only guide his hands to the blood of his foes. Only that. It is not such a big thing to ask.(kemp)
Shifting, moving through the group to position himself near Tristan. He'd give his life for mom. And even though Tristan might not be able to understand him in this form, his mouth was going. "Shouldn't be here. What if you get eaten? Crap." Even though he knew Tris would never stay out of the thick of things if he could help it. Were they going to get to this caern or stand here and die waiting? Jumpy as hell and getting worse by the moment.(jude/kris)
*Kneeling on the rooftop Kris looks as though he's saying a prayer* Father Raven, the warriors of Gaia and your children could shure use any help that you may be willing to provide
*Not much of an actual prayer but he's not really a prayer guy, that's part of the benifit of haveing a Totem tell you that he's your totem and not having to seak him out*(james)
velvet ears pin against skull as the symphony echoes through them
ebbed to a wayward smile listening to LeRoy's quip
shoulder shoves against the far larger Garou in jest
lifting up the steel pipe adorned with a nasty railroad spike sticking out of one endoh yeh... he remembers the crab
the strength of Eagle crackles through his frame
the fury of a War Anthem thunders from the Gnawer's throat
[Inspiration](ham/jim/serg)
Jim follows the call moving left without rhyme or reason almost oblivious to the dancers, inky black like the night. moving to heed the fetish. nothing else matter at the moment.Hamish grinned in crinos looking more like a snarl and flexes his clawed fingers moving with cliona to protect her but itching for the fight. fianna were scrappers.
Setgei shifts up to crinos once more and moves with his pack and the other ahrouns his one malevolent eye glaring around him his muzzle pulled back and snarling. silver fur bristling.
(yu et al)
Yu Gan: He looks back. Shakes his head* Jim, lead the theurges. QUICK.. we fight to the last.Hyde: Hyde concentrates and channels his ansestors as well. Asking for their aid to bring the caern around.
Jaan: Likewise reaches inside and calls forth the line of kings.
Will: Gets a bit higher... incase those spirals have guns
(b/b)
The howling - the Symphony of the Abyss - whines louder and louder. It rattles in their bones and bores into their skulls, like a dentist drill employed on entirely the wrong part of the anatomy.Listen close and you'll hear the fate they have in store.
Listen close and you'll hear the sweet promise of torture beyond imagination.
Listen close and you'll hear the secrets of the Wyrm, the malignant cancerous decay of Malfeas.Listen close. And you'll fucking go mad.
--
Decker.
Simple.
Eagles, to me.Front line. With Barny. With Tucker. With Brand. With all the rest of the brave and heedless Garou who wanted to die well tonight.
--
Brand:
Front line. With his pack. He doesn't even need to call them.(eyes)
She stays close to Jim, letting arrows fly at any spirals she can see, following the Ahroun where he will lead. There is nothing else left to do but this. When the song of the Spirals would intimidate her, she begins to howl as well - the Anthem of War, singing her Seer's heart out in defense of Mother and all she holds dear.Make it worth it. Make it worth the sacrifices made. Make it worth it. Please.
(tucker/james)
"Gariel Riley!" Softer...."Dad.... if you can hear me help me out here." The Ahroun calls the strength of his father feeling the strength of the lost Fang fill him. Snarling now at the unseen foes.James. Waits.
(ric/tris/mina)
(Cliona)
They can hear them. The sliding scraping of manhole covers, the chittering laughter, the howling and the whining. Here they come. (...our mother, who aren’t the earth, blessed be thy name...) With Sasha, with Spider, near Jim. Theurges in the center – it’s time to do their best.(tristan)
And here they come. This time, they are with the calvary. Assorted Garou, two Ravens and three kin. Let’s get this party started. There’s nothing but the water, nothing but the Gaians, and then the spirals. A grab for Lexi, and a nod to the side. Not much to hide behind, but there’s something that might catch a claw before tossing them backwards. Flanking – that’s what they were told to do. That’s what they should do. “Take left, I’ll take right – sting em until someone can cut em down.” He’s still got ammo, and he’s intent not to get in the way of fur and claws. Outside, cover fire, keep them busy. Crouch... ready... aim....(at nothing that will quickly become something...to Kemp. “I’ll be fine. Fight with the Eagles.” Thump on shoulder, there’s love in his eyes.
But it’s time to fight. Period.
(Mina)
She see’s Tris go for Lexi, nods quick understanding and does the same. Away from the flurry of fur and claw she joins the happy bee-stinging bullet group. Find a spot, crouch, get ready. (.....aim.....)(sasha)
There was very little time for a show of affections.. Sasha nods towards Kemp, watching him head off to protect Tristan. Pitch-black fur bristles along her back, yellow eyes seeking out Jim to find his locale. She looks to Cliona and Spider. "Follow Jim." she cuffs out with a snort, pushing her way through to keep up with the BoneGnawer. He was the Gate-Finder and She the Key-holder.(cinn)
*That music, that damnable sound of madness, grates on her nerves and brings back memories she wished stayed burried. Her howl ends, she nods to Nahimana and GRABS CLIONA, then snags Nahi's arm. Shroud incomming from her friend. She stays with Jim*(kegan/hal)
~Kegan stands on the front lie ready for the onslaught he is muttering something under his breath only him and gaia know what it is though he waits for the fight~~Hal stands with the Thurges and waits its all he can do he grins~ "Here come your meals Gators"
(cade)
He moves forwards, drawn by the impending battle, his soul sings out at it and he begins to hum his battle chant again.(nelly)
Ears flickered around but her gaze remained viligant upon.... was that Adonis? Staring upon the backs of the Eagles for a fleeting moment... fleeting. The sounds of gutteral moans echoed around her, rumbled like a thousand bass drums. She looked at the theurges grouping... then began to nip upon the hides of the gators nearest to her. They were ready for blood. And so she readied herself, staying between they and the cluster of cresent moons. Muscles rippled, contracted... ready to dash in which direction, who the hell knows.... lips raised into a permanent snarle. Ears flattening against her skull... battle was on. And so the Galliard quelled her voice and listened.
(ric/tris/mina)
Cliona Shakes off Cinn’s hand. She stays with Sasha – she follows Jim – she needs her arms free to fight whens she needs too.(josephina/ana)
Before their sight bears down on them, one of the Silver Fang is blurring, Josephina's edges intangible and shimmering and faded [Blur of the Milky Eye], as she moves behind her cousin - a look shared, a nod, and readiness for attack. Jocelyn will strike, head on, head first -the nearest spiral which should tread her path, and her packmate - difficult to discern, easy to miss, will flank and maul. Perhaps she looks the coward, her frame coiled and tense behind the other Fangs - but in this, she is ready.Too bad fur can't be detached and drycleaned. Its going to be a bloody night.
The scarred Lord's teeth clench at the mind-rattling sound, muscles bunching beneath exposed and roughened skin and fur as she takes post beside her two packmates - ready for close encounters while the other two, as they can, provide necessary cover.
(erik)
Erik steps up next to Decker and cracks open the shotgun, checking the shells. A quick eye and he slams the gun closed. Clip dropped out of the desert eagle next, quick count of ammo, and replaced. Pull back. Ready to fire. "'ere we go." Quiet.(lexi)
Towards the docks.
Approaching. Approaching the chaos.
she could feel it in her body. This was far from over. far from fucking over
2 arms, 2 hands, 2 legs and no bloody wounds as of yet. This was a remarkable moment. Blonde hair pulled up off her face into a ponytail. Standing 5 foot 10ish, she moves.
The backpack over top the old army jacket. Still draped over one shoulder.
Tristan isnt far off from her.take left he'll take right
works for her, left was ok.
"try not to get shot" another quick teasin joke, in case this ended bad, and quick...
2 kin gone. Quick too...and she didnt even know who the hell they were.
not the social director of kinfolk, that was for sureDocks seemed to be alive with noises. Garou, Spirals and kin oh my. [lions and tigers and bears oh my]
Doesnt take her too long to asess what was going on. the darkness swallowing most of the Garous faces from her vision...it was dark, night, and there was a whole shitload of activity.
Gun pulled out, as she leads the kinfolk into the chaos. [pied piper] or not, whoever wanted to follow could.
She wasnt afraid to die. [bring it on]In fact she expected it. Each and every time she expected it, and somehow had managed to escape it thusfar.
(curata)
The chortling laughter of the enemy struck against his ears, rising a snarl from the Fianna. Cuffing out in disgust, Curata was moving up to find a spot to take action, until his eyes fall upon Tristan. With a quick eyeroll, Madoc is also at Tristan's side with Kemp to protect the Gnawer kinfolk. Growling out to Tristan. "You. shouldn't be here, Tristan."He looks on to move into the defensive.
(cinn)
*With a frown she lays a hand on her shoulder* You want disappear! Stay touching. Stay with Jim! *as Nahi grabs Jim's arm and completes the circle*(kemp)
And he was called to the front with his pack. A last look at Tristan before he was moving to get shoulder to shoulder with the other Eagles. Part of him just wanting to get it over with, do or die time. Waiting just made it worse and now the sounds were raising the hairs along his spine.(barny/ras)
He is with the Pack. He is with the Ahrouns he knows, and trusts, and others he doesnt know. But they are here, they are ready to die for what they belive in. That is enough for the large Coggie. Fangs bared, threads of saliva hanging from lips and fang both. Spirals taste foul indeed, but Spiral they will taste tonight.Into Darkness, Into death, teeth bared, screaming defiance and hope of salvation for the mother as they go!
The inspiration of the Ahrouns, the strength of will pounding in his skull. He will not bend, nor break. For the light pof Gaia Will shine tomorrow. He must belive this.Alone, in the chittering dark he is. Eyes wide open, teeth bared, he dances with the banes, in some symphony of the devil, tearing at his skin, his flesh, drinking his blood as he drinks theirs. Darkness surrounds him. But Darkness will not break him.
[They will come. They must come!](spider)
Reaching into the depts of his (now shit covered) leather jacket, Spider activated his second Bottomless Magazine. The gun remained inside his coat, ready; somebody would need it before this even began to really get under way. With a curt nod to Sasha, he follows her, always at her side.The Hunter Spiders follow behind Spider. A metallic wall guarding their flank as the Theurges move toward Jim, and follow in his footsteps.
(leroy)
Alongside James Branson, LeRoy finds his footing again. Remeniscent of an earlier battle perhaps. Silent as he calls upon his illustrious ancestors, in silent prayer biding their aid for the task before him.He was ready. Wide arms outstretched. Taking up a position to cover high attacks. His eyes only glint with an inner musement towards James seeing if like before he'd claim those striking at the knee-caps.
(cade)
He stops as he arrives near the front lines, watching and waiting.(binary)
It would be nice.
[...wait i'm sorry wrong character.]Binary does what's needed. Her pack would have been an asset. But she's here, alone. On thier behalf [..if the trojans can hold of tens of thousands with a small band] Leonida's Own. They in their disparate parts of the world, on planes, in cities must all look briefly upward inward - and feel some part of this. Sodals - the one to the many - the many to the one. And she draws in the benefits, of abilities, of pack. Wolfen eyes narrow [Lone. Wolf.] on the beast who drops to a knee joining the periphery of those who heard the shaman. Those who say with bodies and minds...
To them?
[...through me.][Sodals, Drawing on Lono's Brawl and er..One of angie's alertness.]
(b/b)
Decker nods to his Alpha.
Brand, reaching across totemphone: A little longer, brother. A little while longer.The symphony arcs out over the deserted beach, the cracked asphalt, the sagging fence surrounding this old, desolate, doomed shipyard and its hidden heartspring of a Caern.
It goes on, and on, and on, until even the most stoic of Garou must wince. Drowning out even the most goldenthroated Galliard's warcry.
And then it snaps off. Silent.
(take a deep breath.)Decker, Garouspeech, quiet growls filling the void: "We fight only as long as we must, for the Theurges to find the Heart. Once they do: we cross. Form up. And fight to the last."
He sounds calm. Steady.
Resigned.The Sewer Gators are tense and agile and alert, their eyes bright, their tails lashing, their bodies stiff as stone.
The Garou are gathered, formed, ready. Ready.--
And then the flood begins.
--
Not from one source. No. From the full 180-degrees of view they had before them, the Dancers pour out of the alleys, the streets, come running in all their hideous, deformed, malformed, FUCKED UP glory.
The Symphony restarts and on its tail, the army of the Apocalypse.
(cinn)
*seeing Jim safely surrounded, looks to Nahi and nods her head to the side to Follow You to strengthen the protective circle around the Theurges*(jude/kris)
*Chuckeling on the rooftop* Ohh Raven am I going to have a story to tell you by the end of the night.(kemp)
Fur bristling, claws extended as he tenses. Somewhere between James and Decker in the line up. Oh this wasn't going to be pretty and then he was lunging into battle
with the first wave to hit them. He was taller in crinos, but not as tall as many. Hoping to use his smaller size to duck and gut. "Oh fuck me!"(ham/jim/serg)
Jim continues on sort of dazed moving of his own accord... no the accord of the fetish, so close so fucking close, gotta find it.Hamish moves with the theurges once again howling out the anthem of war to raise his voice to drown out the insidious howling of the dancers or at least soften it some.
Sergei bristles and his hand clentches on his sword, Ready, the first spiral to get even close to him would get his face slashed off with sword and claw, a snarl in hos throat and on his face.
(tucker/james)
The Fang Ahroun is ready to say the least, though it's not the same Fang Ahroun. Meet Gabriel Riley. Wyrm-Slayer. Father of the young man who's body he takes now. A deep booming voice sounds from within. "As many as you can, conserve your strength, they will try and out number you, do not let them live long enough." The snarling beast of a Fang moves forward with even greater strength than before.James back turned tot the theurges, continues to follow. His back pedal motion at the ready, if the spirals break the line, he'll try his damndest to give them a fight.
(caern)
It's like a dream. It's like Jim is going mad.Insanity might be like this. Or maybe just schizophrenia, when one can have auditory hallucinations. Voices that are not his own screaming through his head, darting before his eyes, filling his sight with colour.
Red, red, red. The only other colour is grey. There must be something in between.
Slowly but surely, however, he is being guided, stumbling across the uneven ground, stray machinery left to rot in the wind and the sun. If you look west, the sky is orange. No one is looking west, because all they care about is east. The caern is east. The lake is east. The fetish is calling.
(FreedomfreegoSTRAIGHT...forwardforwardforwardpleasepleaseplease...)
For the theurges and those protecting them, it's like following a blind man. Blind leading the blind. In this case, however, Jim has the only white cane. They're getting somewhere.
Maybe. They think. So long as they were right about the fetish. So long as there's no theurge somewhere chanting spirit spells and confusing the fetish. So long as this isn't all one great big elabourate hoax. These times are uncertain times. There's no chance however, for consideration. Behind them, the Spirals are flooding out in droves, screaming their chaos and driving their howls into their skulls.
Before them. Somewhere. Is the greatest prize of them all.
(Forwardforward,onesteptwostep,threestep,four... left...forwardforward...)
(nahi)
Nahimana stays with Jim, where he goes, she goes. She hads to protect him. Had to help him get to the caern.(ric/tris/minda)
(Cliona)
With the Theurges, the Spirit talkers, hearing the silence that grates on nerves severed by the previous symphony... but she moves. Flanking Sasha. The finder is protected, the key must be the same. Let’s the games begin... (to the music of the pitter patter (thudthudTHUD) of twisted misguided feet rushing toward them)(Tristan)
They. Are. Everywhere. Pouring from the cracks and walkways of the city, massive and slobbering single minded intent. He isn’t afriad to admit he’s about to piss his pants. But he’s here. Waiting...waiting...waiting....when close enough, all eyes on the waiting garou, closest is chosen. Bang. (7)(mina)
She can’t see him, but they’re all there. And gun in each hand – soon as they’re in range, let’s tickle them till claws can make them bleed. Simultanious fire. Bang Bang.(eyes)
Misunderstandings abound, it would seem, for she continues to follow the Theurges and Jim, not realizing that Yu Gan apparently wanted her at the front. She continues to howl, if only to drown out the howls of the Spirals behind her.(james)
.... it's a motherfucking spiral avalanche ....he doesn't have to acknowledge Decker's orders
there's something unspoken amongst his pack
there's something unspoken amonst all the Garou that will fight todaydeath or glory, it's just another story
on the front lines, beside his pack and the mountain of LeRoy and his frying pan, the Fostern fights for all he's worth
it's a dreadlocked blur of fists, claws, and swinging weapon(give me the strength to live through this night..... just to see her one last time..... or at least make my death a proud one)
(josephine/ana)
Floodtide, firestorm, and a thousand (it could be, it could be) writhing, gnashing, killkillkill bodies surge into the garou stronghold. [Not. So. Strong.] Maelstrom-slam. Jocelyn does not move forward, does not meet that onslaught, until the rest of the Silver Fang do - and at that point - claws will slash at the nearest and bristling teeth will maul and pierce. Her packmate, behind but in unison, would move as soon as she did - flanking and striking the Pagan-distracted spiral, unless engaged by another.(sasha)
Sasha is still on Jim's rear, sticking close by as she guards the medicine bag against her pelvis. Yellow eyes alert and searching, she growls out in frustration, demanding from the spirits as she howls out to them to know where the caern lies.(erik)
Erik smiles, lips drawn up over fangs. His eyes fill with hatred of the foe, and a burning certanty that if they can hold out long enough, sell their lived dear enough, they will take one staggering step, not backward, but forward in the war for Gaia the Mother.When they are twenty yards away he empties the clip of the desert eagle into their ranks. Bullets half of steel and half of spirit-fire, they make potent wounds.
At the very last second, the other hand, the fetish shotgun, explodes in a violent display. Rigged so both barrels can fire at the same time, two shells scream out, scattering widely, throwing up not just a net of lead pellets, but also a web of electricity that saps strength and causes muscle spasms (in those that don't already suffer from them). But this gun is also itself a fetish. It holds bound to it an angry Stormcrow. Erik goads it with gnosis, unleashing the Clap of Thunder it is capable of. Now they know, friend and foe alike, why Erik is the alpha. Can even Decker unleash that kind of fury? We will certainly see.
(yu et al)
Yu Gan:Invisabley Yu activates his fetish to double his speed.*Hyde:*With the Theurges he watches their butts and readys his talen*
Jaan: looks over the baddies and shrugs looking to brand*
"See you on the other side brother"Will: *Flys HIGHER*
(nelly)
She remained in hispos for the time. Head hanging low, white-blue eyes raised... her back to the theurges. She moved in reverse to stay near, but protect their flanks. A gutteral growl given as she listened thru the link for the thunderous hoves of Black Unicorn.(jude/kris)
*With his sharp eyes the dancers come within Krises Range quicker and he unleashes a lead storm on them*(cinn)
*fights things that slip past the better warriors, fights with the memories of what spirals did to her during a two week torture session almost a year ago to the day. She wouldnt be taken down again! She'd die first.*(barny/ras)
There is no telling. The thunder of gunshots from their ranks to soften up the oncoming horde of spirals. yet they just keep coming. So many.
[We have such sights to show you! So much flesh... So little time!]
Flash of some movie, of hooks tearing flesh. Then it is real all of a sudden. He is lunging into battle, fangs and claws tearing at flesh. Throwing himself forward onto an oncoming spiral, fangs sinking into throat, and then he is back at the line, turning, and jumping again. Hold. The. Line! Back and fourth, claws tearing into his hide, tearing furrows in his great shoulders, his back, yet there is no pain. Mother's gift shileding him from it. There is only the taste of twisted flesh, and foul blood in his mouth, on his claws.(keg/hal)
"Kegan stands and waits ready to rip out the eyes of the first spiral he can get"~Hal stands and waits as well not much he can do at the moment.~
(curata)
Curata stands behind Tristan towering over him and slicing through any spirals that breach close enough with a furious rage.(spider)
Like the many other Theurges, he followed closely on Jim's heels. Eyes shifted from the stumbling blind man, to the maddening army of Malfeas. As the cackles grow louder, Spider turns around fires into the swarming ranks. Hammer drives into bullet into air into hide and flesh. Crack Crack Crack. Turn, follow Jim, watch Sasha.(lex)
Here we go.
Always in the right place at the right time. Its odd actually, there is a strange distant haze in her eyes...oh shes there
With them. there
Front line, going into battle...right fucking there.::but she isnt::
As quick as the look fell over her, she seems to have lost it, eyes slowly returning to the regular icy gaze she has.For just a split second, only an instant she had pictured herself right there, in the thick of it.
[a split second]
should have been Garou the same thought that slipped into her mind before every battle...every fucking time.They were pouring out, like ants come running from the anthill...so many of them, and so few bullets...
make em count
Eyes move to Tristan and she actually chuckles.
"Don't miss"
Turning her direction back to the oncoming traffic of wyrmfucks that were approaching.Gun points and she shoots 2 shots.
(jude/kris)
*Jude stands there, still in his Crinos form slashing at any Dancer that comes near him*(cade)
He holds his shotgun straight out and when they near he lets loose a blast in time with the one from Erik. His shells are just steel though.(binary)
Night. Vision.Small bits of dust reflect - refract. Like snow against her green-scale vision. Tongue over teeth. She doesn't think about past, or the future, there is only one law that applies: Combat the Wyrm. And here there are, all posed and deadly almost beautiful - a fulfillment of every piece of rhhetoric and religion hre existance is wrapped around. Below her eyes, beneath her skin some spirit compels her [Spirit of the fray...] hungry, ready, anxious... salivating.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.Alternating hands, twinned guns, how long can three seconds last? Rage strains against her form teeth bare in a low-toned growl. [More. More. MOre.] This is what they were created for. Their EVERY reason is Now.
(jos/ana)
Anastasija and Katya flank their Alpha, the new moon's empty shells prompting the surge into crinos, the bristle of fur - the sudden crunch of knuckles and slice of claws at any spirals within reach. The half-moon is already there, blood a mere shallow seep, as her body braces for more pain, more force - and the satisfaction of flesh between teeth.Engage.
(b/b)
The line of Garou awaiting the onslaught does not surge forward to meet the Dancers. They hold their ground, their heels dug in, their teeth bared, their eyes bright.For though there may be pain;
for though there may be death.
In battle there is glory.
In glory there is joy.THIS is what they were born for.
And...
IMPACT.Things happen too fast to see. TOO fucking fast. There's no time to aim. No time to target. No time for anything but blind fury. Claws rake, teeth clamp down, guns go off, axes and swords swing. Body parts are lopped off. Bones are broken. Flesh is rended. Heads roll. There is a great din that comes up from both sides, a mingle of clashing snarling yelping howling crunching squishing thudding of meat on meat as the Crinos and Hispos collide. Those seeking the Caern, those protecting those who sought, must now steadfastly turn their back and ignore the sounds of their fellows fighting, suffering, dying.
[hold up while an obscene amount of dice is rolled.]
(b/b)
Front lines.No one gets away unscathed. That should go without saying. Some of them take flesh wounds, mere scratches. Others find their guts around their knees.
First to fall, the one who had (honorably, but certainly none too wisely) refused healing: Brand, the Fang Alpha [7agg]. Not dead (...couldn't be dead. Has a darker fate than that, right?). But close enough that perhaps not even his pack will tell the difference.
It's hell out here.
It's hell up front.Somewhere, someone belches out a great fireball of seething green. Someone screaming. Someone swinging a sword. Someone's arm flopping on the ground. They're slipping in blood. Slipping in entrails. The Dancers falling. Heaps of them. The Dancers still coming on, climbing ragtag scamperskitter over the bodies of their packmates, Hivemates.
The Dancers, still attacking.
[Everyone else: Kegan, 1. Kemp, 2. Jude, 4. Erik, 1. Yu Gan, 1. Curata, 4. Binary, 3. Josephina, 4. Jacelyn, 1. Ana, 2. Nelly, 2. Barny, 2. Cinnamon, 2. Leroy, 1. Sergei, 3. Cadeyrn, 3. James Branson, 1. Decker, 2. Bartol, 3. Jaan, 3. Tucker 4.]
Seeking the Caern's Heart
Away from the brunt of the onslaught, they have it a little easier. But not much. The front lines are outnumbered by the Dancers, and anyway the Dancers are more interested in the Caern. They surge against the front lines; some breach; some chase after the Theurges and their guards; some attack."HOLD THE LINE!" - the Modi, roaring command. There would be those who would try to race after the Theurges now, but if they broke, the tide would wash over them in its full might and devour their Theurges -- and the Caern.
But that leaves the Theurges vulnerable...
[James Vaughn - 2. Eyes of Medea - 1. Spider - 2. Ricinus - 2. Nahimana - 1. Sasha - 2. Hamish - 1. Jim - 2. Hyde - 2.]
Kin.
And the kin.Brave men and women. Way out of their league. Miraculously not yet dead. Tristan, sorely wounded, 4. Mina, barely scratched, perhaps escaping damage by merit of her smaller size. Compared to the Crinos all around, at least. 1. And Lexi, 2.
(yu et al)
Will:At about 2000 feet the raven tops out... then spirals back down to aboout 600, shifts to crinos and starts down... down down down down dwon
Flapping faster and faster and faster faster and faster. As the mass of battle becomes visable the corax's magnificent EYES pick out his target... a LITTLE Spiral in the back throwing rocks and shit over the heads of his buddies at the garou.
Suddenly the RIDE OF THE VALKRIES!! Is sung above.. FASTER!!!!!!!!!!! the last second the talons are extended!!! and the Corax crashes to earth ON the spiral, talons first. Crushing his own legs and form, but that's chrunchy damage... the spiral... got the claws!!*(kemp)
Snarling, teeth snapping, claws raking to get hold of anything he could and there was plenty to get hold of in the mess. His growls, yowls and yelps were lost in the mass of sound as the lines met. No time to think, no time to care. Just fight for all he was worth. Talk about nightmares.
(eyes)
The bow is dropped, the claws come out as she channels her Rage into moving faster, roaring a challenge to the one who dared to attack her. ~GS~ You killed him! I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL! She's got her back to Jim as she savagly attacks the Spiral who dared to get in the way of the grieving Fury.(barny/ras)
Blood and guts and glory and death. They fight, their backs against the water. Animals backed into a corner. And they howl defiance, tearing into the ever oncoming hordes of Spirals. Above, te mon drives the ahroun on. Rage spent, and rage regained. And the first of them falls. 'Hold the line' Comes the comand. And hold the line he does. Once, he was a riddle to the mother. But the razor has found its vein, the Knight's Templar has returned. And on and on it goes, claws and fang, the great hispo doesnt yeild, doesnt break. His will is in this battle, every ounce of strength, and each drop of protection his totem can offer up, the Child of Gaia goes on and on, tearing into the twisted spirals that doesnt seem to stop coming. They must not break!(cinn)
*Cinn pants, blood running across the blue of her fur, turning her a lurid purple stripped nightmare, one elbow hurt like hell to bend or straighting, she held it close to her side over a bleeding tear in the pelt over her ribs.*(yu et al)
Yu Gan: *Darting unseen he moves among the battle helping the stronger garou with their battles, unseen but his presence felt*Hyde: The massive Godi Ripps the arm from a crinos and has been using it as a club, RAR indeed!!!
Jaan: Steps over the body of his falen alpha and Suddenly shines like a becon, the lambiant flame coming to the for*
NO ONE TOUCHES HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Holding his ground over his alpha's body as he bleeds.
Will: just dive bombed.
(tucker/james v)
Gut shot, and it's bad. Gariel can feel his son's blood pouring from him even as it refreshes itself through Gaia's healing. He continues anyway, unwilling to let his son die without honor. Tuck is there too, riding the battle high, cognizant, though not fully in control of his own body. Both cry out from the pain in tandem as they continue to fight.James Vaughn, Corpoarte Wolf on the other hand. Is fighting for the life of the Theurges. He cannot turn and run, not that anyone else can either. He continues to fight, even as a particularly bad shot grazes his chest. His claws flail a bit toward the nearest Wyrm-wolf and screams with all his might. Trying not to sound afriad as he is.
If it's the end, they will both die well tonight.
(cade)
He has a breif respite when he brings down the spiral attacking him and he takes the flask that he was given and drinks it all down.The spirit tethered to the talen does it magic and courses through his body healing all of his wounds up in seconds, restoring him back to perfect health.
He lets out an ear piercing howl as he charges into the closest Spiral. His shotgun goes off less than a foot from the spiral and his claws rend him assunder.
A blur is not even close to the right word for Cadeyrn description on the battle field. More accurate would be a whirling devil as he blasts and slices his way around. Every blow seems to find its mark and he doesn't seem to be slowing down at all.
[1wp per turn/action? and some rage spent of course]
(keg/hal)
~Kegan snarls and attacks in a rage blur of combat slashing and biting anything and all Spirals he can~ (Rage 2 slash slash bite)~Hal attacks and slashes at any spiral that gets anywhere near him~
Posted by Lessa at March 31, 2004 11:03 AM
[INCOMPLETE - CnP ended with Wolf going offline, here's the rest: http://lessa.blackdays.net/exploits/index.php?p=261]