Shortly after the Revel, and only a few hours before dawn,
the pack travels back through the forest toward the faint glow
of the caern fires, sheep's blood still fresh in your mouths.

You hear a deep growl and turn to see a huge black wolf
standing a 30 yards away. As it lopes toward you, the wolf
changes shape until a man stands before you. He is a slim man
dressed in leathers. He introduces himself;

"I am Anthius, and I speak for Chicago's Gangrel. I wish to converse with your elders."

As soon as he speaks his elongated eye teeth reveals his true nature. This leech is careful in not getting too close and waits patiently for your response.
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Sean stands poised to strike but signail to ryan via the telepathy that he awaits his response. I do this mentally and without letting on who our leader is until he chooses what to do.

...A LEECH decided to approach him, saying 'take me to your leader?'

"Whether his goal is to betray his own kin or not, we can be sure he means us no good. Stay on guard. Surround him if you can...stealthily. We don't want him getting away. For when he sees this pack in the war form, running away is exactly what he'll try to do."

Ryan fairly rolled his eyes.

"And you expect us to believe that? We weren't born yesterday."

(OOC:Sorry, GM, but I don't see how we let this guy live. There's nothing in the Litany in favor of even considering a truce. If there's something I don't know, cool, but as far as I can see, we should be ganking this guy on sight.)

"it may be wise to at least talk to him first we may get some useful information from him then again one of us will have to figure out if he is being truthful or not, im not saying take him to the elders but he may provide some use instead of the other option"

Marcus stopped stock still when he saw the blasphemous leech dared to mock them with the corrupt shapechanging the dead thing possessed. Again he was shocked at the Guardians of Raccoon Ring. Twice now, they had let creatures of filth come onto the Sept's holy grounds. His blood was still running hot from the revel, and it took a bit of self control to not launch himself at the creature.

Flames began to grow in Marcus's palms as he readied spiritual fire to fling onto this creature of death. His muscles tensed, bunched and ready to give chase to this soon to be truly dead thing.

OOC: I agree with Ryan. We just got sent to kill all the vampires, why would we not immediately attack?

Either way, using Sense Wyrm.

In reply to Sean Selmetzi (msg # 4):

"then we could do away with him afterward"

The leech tenses ready to flee if necessary. As you begin to surround him.

[Private to Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter): You detect no wyrm in this one. He doesn't even register on the wyrm-a-scale for you. This defies everything you have ever been heard or read about leeches. If not a minion of the wyrm what is this leech?]

"Leech! Kill it"

Says LJ with his Russian accent to the pack changing from his lupus form to crinos.

The glory they gained from the won game of Garou sticks, aswell as their good position in this war brought a lot of happiness to him, but alas, that was spoiled with the appearance of a vampire. You are an abomination, a twisted mockery of everything we are. Why should we even tolerate your existence? he growls at he vampire, before changing into the crinos form, be he doesn't attack, he merely waits patiently for their Alpha to give the order. He is  sure it will come soon enough.

Seeing the Gangrel leech asking for an audience was certainly an interesting event. Changing into his Homid form to greet him as the leeches say, properly, Shadowclaw wasn't really surprised by the disdain others showed the vampire, though he was a bit surprised when they mostly wanted to kill him right here and now and their Alpha was looking like he was seriously considering the idea. They weren't Shadow Lords and as such maybe didn't have such a tolerance for working with beings they hated, even if it could be very profitable. That's wht Bringers of Light did, as he heard. They dealt with the leeches and others diplomatically and attempted to bring them down from within.

It was Ragabash's duty to act as the Devil's Advocate or being contrary to the packs plans when it was needed. And this certainly seemed like a moment where it was needed. Killing one vampire wasn't that significant, but if what he had was worth listening to, all of them could benefit tredemnously from it. Wait, wait, wait. Let's not be hasty. He says to his pack, before any of them can attack the vampire, then steps before one of his crinos brethren to give the vampire atleast some feeling of safety. This situation needed to be defused. Tell us what you want to discuss with them and we will let them know about that. They will then decide if it's worth it. You know we can't just let any non-garou in, but if you really want something with us, we can deliver a message. Who knows, maybe you will even get an answer, if you stick around long enough?

13:47, Today: Shadowclaw rolled 5 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s. Manipulation+Subterfuge

Again, Marcus felt a twinge of shock. Clearly this creature was of the Wyrm's brood, and yet there was no stench of it anywhere around him.

Marcus stepped in front of Lockjaw and put a steadying paw on his huge brother's shoulder.

"I don't understand. Either this creature has somehow cleansed itself of the Wyrm's taint...or it is using a dark power to hide it's true malice. If it's the latter, then this creature may be far more dangerous then it seems. It did seemingly come alone to greet us. Be careful everyone. "

"We of clan Gangrel have held a truce with the Uktena and the wolves of Chicargo for many years. Though the truce has been an uneasy one at times, it has endured. I have come to affirm our neutrality and the continuation of this truce during the coming war with your elders."

Says the cadaver holding his ground but ready to move should your pack attack.
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"Leech bad. We kill now comrads. What monkey babble he say?"

Obviously LJ's grasp to English is limited too, like his mental prowess.

The look from Lock Jaw make the cadaver a little more edgy but he waits your response.

Ryan thought...

"Wait a minute, I want to hear about this supposed alliance with the Uktena he says he has. If such a thing is true, that does not bode well for the security of the Sept, and the elders of the other tribes will NOT appreciate it at all. They need to know about it so they can take appropriate measures. Such an alliance would bring the Uktena no honor, if the other tribes learned of it. We owe it to the rest of the tribes to find out exactly what sort of truce this leech thinks he has. Leafstorm! Have you heard of any such alliance? It wouldn't surprise me if you hadn't, they might not tell something like that to a Cliath."

Glaring at the leech.

"Just what are the terms and conditions of this 'alliance' of yours?"

Marcus could taste the Rage brimming in his pack, as well as the blood still on his jaws. This creature was bold, an affront to the holy ceremony it had disrupted. Still he had heard rumors that the Glasswalkers made back door treaties with these creatures, and now seemingly the Uktena did as well.

"Leaf Storm. Please go find a suitable elder of your people, preferably one that would be familiar with the leeches of Chicago. If this creatures is expected, one of them should know. You may want to hurry though, Lockjaw won't held back for long." Marcus asked over the mental link.

Marcus crossed his arms, though there was clear tension in his stance.

The cadaver looks at you Ryan.

"It is not an alliance. It is a truce.  We don't hunt your territories or your kin and you don't hunt ours."

Says the leech.

[Private to Leaf Storm: you don't know the details but you have definately heard of the truce. There areas that you have been told not to hunt or go into because of vampires. The vampires in those areas are not to be interfered with and they won't interfere with you because of the old agreement.  ]
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He speaks the truth. Our tribe does have an agreement like that. Leaf Storm says out loud, so that the leech is reassured, his voice sounds a bit disappointed though.

Now, I dont know the details, but there are areas we were forbidden to hunt in because of the vampires. It was agreed that if we leave them alone, they will do so too. I wasnt aware he was one of them.

I don't like it much, but it's true. Besides, this is a matter for the elders to take care of. We shouldn't spark another war when we are already fighting one.

I will bring the news to an elder of our tribe. Wait here. Leaf Storm does as Marcus suggested, unless there are objections. He wants this situation resolved and over with soon.

Ryan frowned....but...

"I need to make a phone call..."

And he does, calling up the elder of his tribe. They REALLY REALLY need to know about this. He even used the 'emergency line.' They always had such a line for when the situation is beyond all reasonable expectations of cliaths to handle.

"I need to call the elders. This...I'm not quite sure what to do with it. Greater wisdom then mine needs to be called in."

Leaf storm Moves off into the night back toward the clearing of the raccoon ring sept where the elders would most likely be.

[Private to Ryan Fox: You bought a telephone on the revel? A time when you let the wolf take control and run around in lupus or hispo hunting.. I did say you all packed up your "human" things for the moot, and I doubt you would have a dedicated phone. Your not a glass walker, you could ask Nancy for hers I guess.]

Ryan: You tap the pockets of the dedicated cloths, to find you have left your phone with your human equipment back at the Racoon ring. Now ain't this a pickle..

Anthius smiles a sly smile. Knowing full well the inconveniences of shape changing. He waits patiently, relaxing a little now that things seem to be happening in a "civilised" manner.

A few minutes pass when you all hear the howls of more wolves and they seem to be heading in your direction. Closer, and closer with each successive howl of rapturous blood lust the hunting pack gets closer.

[Private to Lock Jaw: You know the howls they are of your tribesmen a pack of Get are fast aproaching.]

Sean looks at ryan then at the corpse then at ryan
that doesn't sound like it bodes well for him if it is the other packs

LJ tilts his head listening to the howls, his eyes narrow.

"Alpha my brethren come. They are insane with the revel and the blood. This could turn nasty if they find us here with a cadaver." Says LJ in mental wolfen (which still has a Russian accent but isn't broken like his monkey bable).

OOC: Not that the "GET" need a reason to be insane.

Marcus glanced over in the direction of the hunting wolves, then back at the seemingly very well infromed Leech in front of him.

"You say you have come to affirm your Tribe's pact of neutrality with one of our Tribes? Very well then. The Uktena are a proud noble people, and I am certain every one of them will honor that pact. The other Tribes however have made no such agreement. If you have any other business here, I would invite you to get to it...quickly."

As far as he knew, the battle plan was for them to eliminate all the Leeches in the area, and with the exception of Leaf Storm, none of them had any reason not to tear this smug parasite apart right now.

Anthius responds to Marcus,

"I am an emissary of peace seeking to speak to your elders and leaders are you so honor-less that you would attack or allow others to attack a messenger. If this is the case you have much to learn about the world, to act in such a childish manner. I am glad your Alpha has more sense."

The Leech stands ready to act but still doesn't leave, he stands steadfast in his mission. You would figure only someone with a few tricks up his sleeves would stand so calmly and resolute in the face of wolves.

Marcus smiled, showing his teeth. He knew the game the leech was playing, it was much the same as any Shadowlord, but he wouldn't let the creature goad him.

"If you are as knowledgeable as you claim to be, then you would know that I and my pack are bound by no honor to spare your life unless you surrender to us. We are under no compulsion to shield you from the wrath of our cousins unless you give us a reason to. It would foolish of us to show you to our leaders without you giving us some true reason why you are here. We have given you warrior's courtesy by allowing you to speak. Use that time well."

Marcus's voice was calm and factual, not threatening at all. So far the leech hadn't given him any reason to not attack. He was certain that Lockjaw would love to join his brothers in ripping this creature apart. And from the mood he was still in, he would love to watch.

"Allow me to state it more plainly you no doubt here the howls and the number of our kind headed this way, should the majority of them decide to destroy you based on shear numbers there is little in the way that we could do to prevent it nor do we at said point in time have a reason to side aginst our brethren."

Anthius rolls his eyes and in an exsaperated tone says;

"Fine.. I surrender to you. Does that help?"

He holds his hands out wrists together.

"Now will you take me as your "prisoner" to your leaders? Or am I wasting my time?"

He says sarcastically with eyes widened slightly and his head tilted to one side.
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Anthius:

Assuming Ryan didn't have any objections, Marcus took a few steps back from the creature and turned towards the Caern. He drew in an audibly deep breath, then unleashed a series of quick howls.

"Wyrm Creature. Vampire. Peace. Request Warder. Request Guardians. (Present Location). 'Silver Tusks' pack watching. "

At your howls Marcus the barks and howls of the near by wolves become fevered. Coming toward your pack at a furious rate. The oncoming  pack identifies it's self and it's intentions.

"Fear not Silver tusks. "Thor's hammers" come. We will rain down destruction with you on the cadaver. We come.. We destroy.."

Anthius shakes his head.

*sigh*

"You know after dealing with you wolves for the past 150 years one would think I'd have learnt something.. You never change it is always kill first think later. It's your short life spans I think. Like humans in that way. I would just like to point out you had already sent the big Indian to get the warder and elders. We could of sat and talked calmly even shared some knowledge of our different kinds until they arrived. Yet you feel compelled to shout out to everyone else that we are here, and by the sound of those coming I don't think they want to take prisoners. I thought I was selecting the most level headed of the packs I saw out reveling tonight. Well if you didn't want a altercation, it sounds like you're going to get one now. The question you have to ask your selves is, are you going to let some other pack just slaughter your prisoner who surrendered to you peacefully? Maybe you could just try to kill me with them now, and say I tried to escape? I warn you though one doesn't live to be 187 without learning some tricks, and it wouldn't look good for you if you didn't kill me, and I managed to speak to the elders anyway. Even worse if they actually wanted to speak to me too. What are you going to do by the sounds of it, "Thor's Hammers" will be here any moment."

Says Anthius, shrugging his shoulders.
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Sean uses sense wyrm
00:32, Sat 25 Oct 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 4 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6 ((8,6,8,8)).
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"as the others are coming you may wish to hide yourself until our packmate returns either news"

Pulling out a toothpick and picking his teeth Anthius says;

"I think it's a bit late for that buddy, and I wouldn't want to make your friend here a liar now would I..."


"WEEEE'RRREEEE HHHEEEERRREEEE!)"

Comes the howl of the closing "GET" closer than ever before through the woods.
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Ryan you are alpha you must make a decision

Ryan considered all the possibilities, everything his packmates said...and then, came to a conclusion.

"He has an agreement with the Uktena. I'm tempted to kill him right here...except we have his name. We can use Questing Stone to track him back to other leeches, and take them out during the day. Killing one leech is satisfying, killing more is even better."
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Still in homid form
With your word so shall it be

OOC: ST: what are u using for initiative i know its usually per+alert but i seen in an erlier post u used something else so what do i roll.
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You know, sunshine, you might have thousands of agreements with the Uktena, but this is Shadow Lord territory and as far as I know, we don't have ANY agreements with you. So you should act a bit more polite. If the Elders want to speak with you, they still can. We can leave just enough of you for them to talk to after we teach you some manners, right boys? Is your puny little group seriously a threat to us? Shadowclaw played tough, hoping to somewhat scare the vampire and make him slip some information. But the main plan was to make him act atleast a bit less arrogant.

20:25, Today: Shadowclaw rolled 4 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s. Charisma+Intimidate.
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Anthius turns to you Shadowclaw and says:

"Oh.. And how is "Hemlock"? He would be getting over the hill by now wouldn't he?"

Running back to his pack as fast as he could with an elder who wasn't exactly in his prime anymore, Leaf Storm sent the following message to his pack.

I am on the way back with the Elder. Should be here soon. Just don't let that leech be torn to shreds by the Get of Fenris. It seems we need him.

They would be there any minute now.

it's your call alpha what's the plan

Five Get of Fenris, "Thor's Hammers" Come into view. There leader "Rip Claw" comes forward, eyes bloodshot and in the throws of madness from the blood of the hunt. He spits his words with aggression no thought to what he is doing. It is obvious that there will be no reasoning with this maddened get.

"Silver Tusks" Good Catch! We will take it from here. Kill it brothers!!"

He shouts, as he leaps to attack Anthius. His pack following in kind.

Sean uses his lighten reflexes combined with his knowledge of the kalindo arts to fast shift to hispo.
Rolled 8 on initiative +6 from dex +3 from wits for a total of 17 for initiative

17:26, Today: Ryan Fox rolled 11 using 1d10+6. Init.

(If any of the Get beat an 11, I'm not going to be able to get them to wait a minute)

Can't let my brother GET have all the fun. Unless told otherwise by Ryan or held back by Marcus. LJ will make sure this cadaver isn't going to have a good day.

11:31, Sun 26 Oct 2014: Lock Jaw rolled 13 using 1d10+4 ((9))

Sean says calmly through the mental link

RYAN DO YOU WISH ME TO IMOBALIZE THE OTHER PACK TO KEEP THEM FROM DESTROYING THE CORPSE

WE HOLD UNTIL THE ELDER ARRIVES

Sean says.
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19:18, Today: Ryan Fox failed (2 failures) using 13d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s. Master of all Diplomats!

(Huh. Even with 13 dice, diff 8 is tough. Oh well. It was a usually impossible task anyway.)

When the Get came in, Ryan said, "Rip his arms and legs off, but leave enough of him to talk to the elders when they arrive."

Unfortunately, he underestimated just how noisy the howls were, and even his messily violent request couldn't be heard at all! In retrospect, he probably should've shouted instead of talking quietly. Oops.

"Don't think they heard me. Not that Gaia will shed any tears for his return to dust anyway."

He knew the instruction given had to be messy and violent, or they wouldn't have paid attention even if they DID hear him! Besides, they only promised him the chance to speak...not the chance to move thereafter.

The Get thunders past your pack with howls of fury and madness at the opportunity for the first blood of the war!

"ME FIRST, COMRADS!!"

Lock Jaw leaps forward past Marcus to join his tribe in the destruction of this abomination in the eyes of Gaia.

Marcus had been approaching the bloodlust mad Get with intent to slow them down, but utter surprise filled him when he heard Lockjaw's battle howl. His body erupted into his breed from, and he hastily raised his paws trying to fend off the gigantic Fenrir.

"LOCKJAW! NO!" He shouted in vain.

Seeing the Get of Fenris moving closer and almost being close enough to attack the leech, Lock Jaw deciding to beat his kinsmen to the chase and being restrained only by Marcus and the rest of his pack were either away or trying to talk down the murderous raging Get, Shadowclaw did the only thing that he could think of in such a short time. He jumped in front of them Saying;

"Oh my, this is a really peculiar situation. One leech, 11 of us. We should book reservations on his body parts, don't you think?"

Shadowclaw laughed, hoping the New Moon will do the rest and make them forget, atleast for a while. Because he really wasn't the best one to shield anyone. Much less a leech.

Using gift Infectuous Laughter
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Sean dives in front of thors blessings alpha (Fast Shifting) to war form while letting out an angry snarl stating the honor and glory of this one does not belong to you and yours but to our pack and i will stop you if need be

Not wanting to miss this, Nancy changes to her Hispo form, The camera lenz eye and cyber implants become visible as she records what the cadaver does for the glasswalker archives.

Realising the good graces of these wolves have reached their limits Anthius leaps into the air becoming a mist to escape the onslaught.

Anthius leaps into the air becoming a mist to escape the onslaught, not that that will help him against the viscous claws of the oncoming GET. Nancy changes to glabro and swears as she is still holding her laptop. and it is closed and she wanted to get this on camera. Sean leaps befiore the GET hopping to bar the way from the Silver Tusks Prey.

The surprise comes when young Shadowclaw pipes up, his words stunning everyone;

"Oh my, this is a really peculiar situation. One leech, 11 of us. We should book reservations on his body parts, don't you think?"

Thor's Hammers stop mid stride, and everyone turns to the Ragabash. Then what starts as a puzzled look soon becomes a chuckle and that chuckle soon becomes laughter. Soon all of you even the mist formed cadaver are in throws of laughter.

The laughter carries on until the Elders and Leaf storm arrive. and it is bought to a halt by Hemlock red in the face from running, shouting;

"Silver Tusks!? Thor's Hammers!? What the frick is going on? Where is the vampire?!"

And it is this that seems to snap everyone back to their senses. The GET once again looking for the cadaver who is floating high above you in mist form.

Shadowclaw was glad his gift took effect, as failure would mean being attacked by a furious Get. But then that was a risk that came with being a Ragabash.

As everyone suddenly burst into crazy laughter, some even rolling on the ground and curiously including the mist that was really a vampire, Shadowclaw noticed Nancy was recording the whole thing and thought how long it will be until tgat video goes viral among the Glasswalkers. It would certainly have a potential to be quite popular.

But that was when LS and elders finaly arrived and after one of them shouted at the laughing lot the magical moment was gone and laughter ceased. Being the one not exhausted from laughing for half a minute, Shadowclaw answered first, pointing at the incorporeal vampire above: There he is, sort of floats there. There were some disagreements here, so I had to lighten the mood somewhat before he could lose his head. Unfortunately, all I had time to think of was a really lame joke. Atleast it worked.

Ryan, still chuckling a little, pointed straight at the mist.

"Right there. I'm not actually sure how to damage him when he's in that form anyway. I'm sure it can be done, but I'm not sure if it can be done by Cliaths."

Hemlock commands (using Obedience);

"All of you WILL stand down NOW!!. I and the Elders will speak with this cadaver."

(11:53, Wed 29 Oct 2014: Storyteller, for the NPC Hemlock, rolled 7 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((10(+10,8),3,10(+10,9),9,1,8,5,7)).)


He stares at everybody daring anybody to challenge his authority.

Once everyone has calmed down a little Anthius, Floats to the ground once again becoming flesh and blood. He addresses the elders.

"All the Kindred in my city have gone hysterical over the
recent attacks on their hunting ground. I know you are not
responsible and I know that the Fanum has fallen.

I am of Clan Gangrel, and I tell you we will not fight you.
The Gangrel of Chicago will notfight this war. My clanmates
will neither help you kill our own kind, nor defend our brothers
and sisters from your assaults."

Anthius holds his left hand up, palm out, and turns his hand into a claw using Protean; he then grasps his left wrist with his right hand.

"Gangrel will give you this sign to show neutrality. They will mark their havens with a drawing of this symbol."

Upon uttering his final words, Anthius turns into a mist. He floats off into the distance.

Hemlock and the Elders discuss this for a short time but are soon all in agreement, that the truce with the Gangrel shall be upheld. Hemlock turns to you all, making it clear to both your selves and Thor's Hammers that the truce is in effect.

You all then return to the Raccoon ring to get what little sleep you can before your receive your assignments in the morning.

Shortly after dawn, the leaders for the upcoming battle are chosen. One from each pack that participates in the war including Ryan from yours. They gather together and make the final adjustment to the plans in a giant tent.

(This method was decided upon by the Old Ones who feared the Get of Fenris and Shadow Lords would assume control if it was not handled in such a manner.)

[Private to Ryan Fox: There is little planning to be handled,
and some minor changes are made as necessary. A plan is developed
by the best warriors and strategists among the Garou. Due to your
rank your input is minimal but you are present at the meeting.

The Garou legions are divided into two main forces:

Team Alpha

Seventy-eight Garou are to march that night on the
Wyrmhole. The Garou charged with this duty are to ambush
the Black Spirals and slaughter them so they cannot warn the
Chicago Black Spirals or Leeches . This action will hopefully
prevent the Black Spirals from traveling all over the country to
collect reinforcements, like the Garou themselves did. After
the battle with the Black Spirals, this part of the Garou force is
to travel as quickly as possible to Chicago to aid Team Silver
and retake the Fanum.

Team Silver

Sixty-two Garou will go straight to Chicago and attack the
Leeches in their havens while they sleep. This will catch the
vampires off guard and put them on the defensive . The Garou
will then meet up with Team Alpha to mount an assault on the
Fanum. They cannot put it off; the longer they wait, the further
Jupiter will be corrupted.

Your pack is part of Team Silver. The strategists have tried to divide
the forces in the best way possible.]

Once Ryan and the other leaders finish their planning the Silver tusks are
gathered together and it is time to follow orders. The battle plan is
presented to you all by Kulos Hail-tongue, a Lupus Galliard of the Silver Fangs.

"This is the plan.. You are to enter Chicago by car. You leave
at eight o'clock tonight and a car will be provided for you.
You should be there by 10. You will go to the Lincoln Park Zoo
and wait. There you will be contacted by one of the Kinfolk,
a woman named Susan. She will lead you to a safehouse where you
will stay while in Chicago.

You must not reveal yourselves to the enemy and you must
not be followed. You must not endanger the lives of the Kinfolk
who are protecting you.

You will then meet a Glass Walker, Kelly Patterson, who has
information on the location of some Leech havens. It is your job
to strike these havens shortly after dawn. You must stake the
vampires through the heart and cut off their heads, then set them
afire to make sure they are dead.

Sometime tomorrow afternoon, you will be called upon by
the Glass Walker to aid her in closing down O'Hare Airport.
This is to prevent the Leeches from escaping or from bringing
in reinforcements. Another pack will close the train station.

After this, you will rejoin the rest of Team Silver, which will
in turn join with Team Alpha. Together, we will march on the
Fanum. The Uktena have prepared the proper ritual for
binding Jupiter back into the building, but we must act fast
before permanent damage is done.

Do your job and may Gaia bless you . If you have any
questions ask now?"

Before departing, each pack of Team Silver is given a fetish
(see below). The Garou are warned not to spend their spiritual
energies (Gnosis) too wantonly, as the war could last many
nights. They must also guard their anger (Rage) well; many
instances will cause their anger to rise, but they must learn to
release their tensions to tactical effect (spending Rage at the
right times, not randomly).

Tears of Renewal
Level 5, Gnosis 8
This is a large rock crystal on a leather thong . Each night, the
crystal condenses moisture, which hardens into small crystal
tears . When allowed to melt on the tongue, the tears return
spent Gnosis . Each crystal teardrop returns one Gnosis point .
The fetish can generate a number of tears equal to its Gnosis
score per night, one per hour . It can only return spent Gnosis,
not add to permanent Gnosis . Furthermore, the Gaffling that
fuels this fetish can only give a maximum of 23 Gnosis points
before it must be "recharged" by a Rite of Binding .
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Ryan knew the only reason he had anything to contribute at all is because of his heritage, but even with all that, he mostly ended up quiet...there were only so many times a Cliath can contribute before he overstepped his bounds. Still, he did a good bit, for his rank.

Hmmm.

"Will Kelly need any financial aid? I can provide some if it's needed."

Those Garou blessed with human wealth knew that wealth was only there to further Gaia's aims, when appropriate.

Kulos Hail-tongue says;

"You will need to ask Kelly that."

The car you are provided is an old VW hippie van, worse for ware but in a drivable condition. It is Skyblue with a big peace symbol on one side. A sticker on the back window says "Make Love not War". The van is currently stuck in the mud just outside the boundary fence of the sept.

Marcus came away from the struggle with the leech and crazed Fenrir thoroughly pissed. The once calm, dignified Fury was pushed almost to the limit with the disgraceful actions of his pack.

"He had surrendered to us and you attack him because the damn Fenrir want some blood? I guess the Litany be damned on this twice cursed job! Only Shadowclaw and Leafstorm had any sense amongst the lot of you!" He howled furiously over the mental link.

He then stormed off, visibly shaking with anger, spending the night alone with his thoughts.

While he was alone, he would vent his anger on a great stone, slashing it into the glyph for Boar with his claws. Physically exhausted, he would arrange the glyphs stones in his backpack into a summoning circle, then call out to a powerful Jaggling of great Boar.

Marcuses words cut deep, feeling shame at his hasty actions, his enthusiasm to join his fellow tribes-garou in the slaughter of a "defenseless" prisoner that had surrendered to him. His remorse leads him to seek out his Alpha and apologise for his actions.

"Ryan.. I didn't wait for you.. sorry.."

After the events that transpired tonight sean would spend the night outside starting by some stargazing. Then he would meditate to the mighty boar spirit on how he could bring the pack together as one, and on how to best teach lock jaw to maintain balance and reserve his anger for those that it is truly deserving of and not just lashing out at everything, to teach him to be as the boar reserved until it is truly needed then a power keg that has been ignighted.

Ryan had a quite reasonable answer for that.

"I knew the Get would be extremely difficult to reach by words. They were a tidal wave crashing down a hill. Trying to stop them outright...well, there may come a day where I can do that, but I'm not sure I can do that as a Cliath. So instead, I attempted to direct their rage, turning it down a slightly more acceptable path. Also, I was reluctant to raise a claw against a Garou for a Leech's sake, truce or not. That's the sort of thing Leeches try to do...make us fight each other, weaken both sides, then crush them. If ever your rage rises against a Garou for a Leech's sake, re-evaluate what you're doing. Had even one Garou, in their rage, killed another for the sake of a truce with Leeches, the only one who wins there is the Wyrm, and I'd rather not give it any victories.

As for you, Lockjaw...you understand the rage of your brother Get better then anyone else. But that also makes you vulnerable to the same errors. What I need from you...if this happens again, I'd like to know if there's some better way to turn that wrath, should I need to do so in the future. Or at least redirect it elsewhere. Sometimes a Tidal Wave cannot be stopped, but it can be sent somewhere harmless. Also, remember what the Elders said. Contain your rage as bst you can. We'll need it for controlled bursts to slay the Leeches...particularly the stronger ones. Some weaker Leeches may not require releasing our rage to deal with. We'll be trying to kill most of them using the least amount of rage possible."

It is nightfall of the third day of the moot and the time for
traveling into Chicago is at hand. The Sept of the Wind
Catchers will not allow a Moon Bridge into Chicago because
the Black Spirals would sense it. It would be very unsafe to
travel through the Umbra; just over at yonder farm is the Wyrmhole
your pack discovered. While it is not usually active, with
Jupiter's growing corruption and the Black Spiral Theurges
having whipped the Banes of the area into a frenzy of activity,
the Shadowlord patrols have had to work doubly hard to keep the
area free of banes. Your pack must get to Chicago by
conventional means . Once there, they are to meet Susan in
front of the Lincoln Park Zoo.

Much as Ryan would normally rent a fancier vehicle for getting into town, since one is provided...well, there's very possibly a reason why the elders want THAT car used, and he wasn't arrogant enough to gainsay them. There was wisdom to be found in following orders, for it teaches one how to give them.

And so the van, which can fit the pack (perhaps that's why they chose such a vehicle) would be driven off. Naturally, gas wouldn't be a problem, due to Ryan's resources. Even if it was way too much a gallon. He didn't necessarily do the driving himself...rather, he let better drivers do that, and discussed anti leech strategies with those not driving in the meantime.

Your pack pushes the van free of the mud and you are on your way to Chicago... (who is driving?)

Having never been in a van before accept in a big metal box L.J. Is strangely excited by the concept of being in control of the fast traveling tin can. Jumping into the drivers seat and putting his paws on the steering wheel he looks around at the others his tongue lolling comically out the side of his jaw and says with a big cheesy wolf grin.

"I drive. Ya tavarish. We go fast box now... Fast box I say we go now... NOW!... I think it broke. How you make fast box go?" (*Said in his atrocious Russian accent*)

Marcus comes forward, and in spite himself, chuckles a little. He comes over and points to the ignition key.

"The box isn't on yet Lockjaw. I'll show you how it all works when this over if you want." He said, adjusting his sunglasses. "Climb in the back, the humans will think it a little strange seeing a wolf drive."

With that, he climbed into the driver's seat then stowed his backpack next to him. From inside, he pulled out a few small leather bags and some sturdy pieces of wood. The bags he offered out to Ryan.

"Here. Boar blessed us with these last night. If you blow the sand into someone's face who has been mentally taken by dark powers, this should free their minds. I'm not sure if it will stop the most powerful of vampire powers, but any of the local Garou start acting strange, this might help." Marcus's voice was a little raspy, like he had been screaming all night. Signs of fatigue were heavy in him, but most of the tension was gone.   He then handed out the sticks to everyone in the back. "We are going to need stakes." He said simply, figuring that they would know what to do.

Unless there was anything else, he got himself into position and turned the key, Adria's driving lessons running through his mind. Checking the map/directions they were given, he pulled out of the Bawn and off to the Windy City.

It will take about 2 hours (One and a half hours if you take tolls, don't get lost and had a decent vehicle) driving to get to the Lincoln park zoo. About 45 minutes into your journey there is a loud "bang!" and a "warblewarble" as your rear left tyre bursts. Pulling to the side of the road you find yourselves opposite a general store/Roadhouse in a heavy industrial estate. What a great place to get stuck a blight on the landscape. Across the road you can see people in the general-store/Roadhouse.

I have a bad feeling in my gut on this one lets just change the tire and keep on going guys.

Over at the convenience store/ cafe one of the employees comes out to put some trash in the industrial bin and sees you. He shouts across the road.

"Whoa that looks like a nasty flat. Damn kids there always braking bottles in the street."

He sticks his head inside. the door.

"Hey Andy, got another tourist with a flat tire out here! Those damn kids breaking bottles on the road again. I'll give them a hand be back in 10."

The guy from the store begins to cross the road, and the male customer follows him saying.

"I'll help too I'm a mechanic, they may have damaged something else on there car."

What you assume to be his girl friend follows him shouting;

"Ben, honey not now we have the movie in 30 minutes!"


He says back;

"It's an opportunity Betty if they need mechanical help as well they become a customer, If not, I have helped out changing a tyre. Gotta take em where I can get them hun."

All three are soon crossing the road to help you with your flat tyre (Which like most Vans is under a board in the back.) and you have a bunch of wolves in the back of the van.
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Sean quickly looks for a blanket of something to cover up the lupus ones with and tells them play like you have been tranquilaized and we are transporting you to the zoo we can go wit that story or you will be forced to change to homid but you have no cloths so I believe this is the better one what do you think Ryan you are more apt at dealing with conversation would you do the talking if we have to address this with them but hopefully we can close the door and they won't see one of the homids should stay inside to get anything they might want from in the van and to pretend to be lookimg after the tranquilizes wolves

Nancy get put from the car, took the tools from the car, she checked the tire to see what caused the real problem with, tools of the weaver was her specialty after all.
Then she noticed the incoming "help" and her paranoia kicked in...

"Hello, we are fine thank you boys, no need to help, we can handle this alone" She looked serious and confident, and just a bit cold she did not trusted those human at all, probably they made this trap to get money from tourists.


[Private to GM: OOC: She has mechanical aptitude
07:20, Today: Nancy Pride rolled 3 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 5,1,10,9,6,6,10,1. iq + crafts to repair.

Truth of gaia to hear their word honest or not with this glass on the road story
07:24, Today: Nancy Pride rolled 1 success using 2d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 2,10. per + empathy truth of gaia.]

Having ridden the whole way so far his head out the window and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, L.J. is not one to just play "dead" Like some common dog he sits proud like the warrior he was born to be.

Marcus looked at the back seat, giving Lockjaw a quick glare.

"Lockjaw! Assume your Homid form, you know we can't endanger the Veil on this mission." He cautioned a little sternly.

With that, he got out the vehicle as well. Sharing Nancy's paranoia, he opened up his senses to the stink of the Wyrm. He had never known humans to be so helpful to strangers, especially at night and with the Rage coming off his packmates in droves.

Figuring there was enough eyes on the advancing trio, he looked around to the rest of the area, making sure they were not being watched by more unfriendly eyes.

++They are not telling the truth, watch yourself!++
Nancy sent her warning trough the totem, and checked the electronic devices around.
If they will have to do something at least she should counter the cameras.

[Private to GM: OOC:
She should still have plug and play on, so she would connect the devices around to check for cameras and shut them down if needed.]

Use sense wyrm on the store employee

12:03, Sat 01 Nov 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 2 successes using 3d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6 ((7,7,4)).
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Lock Jaw changes forms and attempts to exit from the back of the Van finding he is stuck. He completes his change causing the van to sag, just as the guy walking across the road to help reaches the car. Luckily the van's hippy flower loving window curtains prevent lock jaws change from being seen.

The employee smiles with a mouth full of broken fetid rotting teeth saying.

"So where do yer keep ye spare?"

[Secret to Sean Selmetzi: These humans reek of the wyrm, their coruption is over powering.]

[Secret to Nancy Pride: no your plug and play shouldn't be active it has been 2 days since the barn....]
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Ever the diplomat, Ryan gets out to negotiate the 'help' needed with the tire...if any help is in fact needed. He gets the warning about lies before he begins negotiations, so he has an appropriately jaundiced eye towards anything they say. Still, his ways with words are often formidable enough to sway even normal humans to being earnestly helpful.

"It's so kind of you to be helpful to those traveling by on the road. It's greatly appreciated."

"They might well be lying, but let's see if I can turn them around. They're not the first dishonorable humans I've persuaded into more honorable behavior."

(OOC:So, I'll flip persuasion on. While my werewolf and kinfolk merits don't kick in, Animal Magnetism DOES kick in (assuming they're actually human), so I'll still be at formidable bonuses. Let me know when I should roll for all this.)

"Grrrmmmmmhumanhurrrrumph"

Grumbles L.J. as he changes forms.

The rear of the van suddenly sags with a huge amount of extra weight. LJ finishes his change to find himself not in homid as first expected but in the Hulking war form of Crinos. His 10foot sinuous body is squashing any other pack members foolish enough to be sitting next to the now gigantic garou. Mussels flexing he attempts to open the back door only to find his claws too big and clumsy to use the handle. So shy of ripping the backdoor from it's hinges LJ is now stuck, along with which ever of you were sitting next to me.

"UUHhhmmm.. Ryan.. Me stuck tavarish." he says with his russian accent across the mental link..
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Shadowclaw was furious. First of all, no one seemed to appreciate or acknowledge how he (in his mind anyway) single-handedly managed to save the peace treaty and their packs renown, after everyone else either gave up, joined in the carnage or was busy holding the aforementioned werewolves who wanted to carve the vampire into pretty little pieces.

The second insult was when the vehicle they had assigned to them was an old hippie van smelling of weed and the previous owners aplenty. Wonderful. This really is the top best car to drive if we don't want to attract attention. I am sure everyone has an old hippie van these days. I sure hope we don't get any cops on our trail searching for weed in our place, that would suck! he grumbled as he got into that piece of garbage someone else was going to drive. He sure as hell wasn't touching anything in that thing, unless it was absolutely necessary.

The third strike came just afterwards as he realized he had to sit in the back next to that cretin who couldn't even speak properly and attacked that cadaver when they were supposed to be waiting for the elders to arrive.

The fourth strike against his divinely endless patience was that the aforementioned cretin smelled like a wet dog and acted like it, being in a wolf form instead of homid form while travelling by car, which would have been more logical and safe, while Shadowclaw himself sat there in his homid form in proper modern clothes he picked himself. It was like being cast into the dog kennels, just because he wasn't born to the glorious "master race".

Fifth strike was when that Stargazer homid jerk came in and was "all smug" about them lupus born needing to be transported like animals, because obviously lupus are too stupid to even own clothes, a basic thing to fit in human society. Maybe that stupid hulk-wannabe was so stupid, but not him. At this point, the normally logical, cool and uncaring Shadowclaw no longer thought straight, discovering the great well of untapped rage hidden inside him and ignored the fact that the Stargazer simply wanted to make sure they aren't discovered and didn't intend to insult anyone, taking even everyone's breathing sounds as an insult towards him.

He was a Shadow Lord, lupus or not. He had dreams, about wealth and power, even if he currently lacked both. And he isn't going to be stuck in the back of an old hippie van with a wolf so stupid Shadowclaw was surprised he could even form coherent thoughts, dammit! He could see his Hakken mentor, if one could call any Shadow Lord that, laughing at him in this situation and uttering his famous "If you fond yourself there in the first place, well then maybe that's where you belong, isn't it true?" Shadowclaw subconciously started growling, even if in homid form it sounded way less threatening then intended, trying desperately to chase away the image of his mentor, only for it to come back again and again, each time with new way to express how disappointed he was in him.

Then the sixth strike came, their tire going pop and Shadowclaw himself immediately deducing that the universe itself hated him and conspired to humiliate him as much as possible. Struggling to keep himself calm and desperately trying not to lose his cool, Shadowclaw stayed inside the van with Lock Jaw, trying to calm down.

That was a mistake, however, as the seventh and final insult came and made him snap. That stupid brainless fleabag turned into the freaking Crinos inside the van, ending in Shadowclaw being stuck against the wall of the van, his lithe homid body slowly crushed and suffocating, with Lock Jaw's hairy ass very near the place his head was. This was the final straw that released the rage building up in him. They all wanted to humiliate him, everyone! The universe, everything. They wanted him to die the most disgraceful death imaginable, choking on some werewolf ass.

If he couldn't think straight before, now he was a roaring example of rage itself, projecting such sheer hate that even servants of the wyrm would stand speechless at that spectacle, provided they haven't already laughed themselves to death after witnessing his situation. You are stuck? YOU ARE STUCK?! You fucking moronic cretin! You imbecilic neanderthalic excuse for a a pea-brained fleabag! You suck so much you are part cadaver part leech! The day you Wyld created you it must have been on drugs! You owe the whole fucking world an apology for being spawned, you miserable wretch! The day you do something only half-retarded the Apocalypse happens! Your asinine simian countenance alludes that your fetid stench has anulled the anthropoid ape species diversity. And your brain mind just suffered a meltdown after hearing that. You wouldn't even win in a pet show for braindead dogs! And you speak like your brain is made of rocking horse shit! "shout" Shadowclaw through the pack's mental link, as his mouth is currently too full to shout anything in the old-fashioned way. The hate felt through those words and Shadowclaw himself would make any Children of Gaia faint, as he tries to push Lock Jaw away from him at all costs and maybe even more, as his rage is unlikely to end just like that, while "shouting" any vile and nasty insult he can think of, all of them directed towards Lock Jaw, his survival instinct directing his action and changing him to crinos form.

I guess this calls for a Frenzy roll?

Shadowclaw rolled 3 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s ((8,4,2,10(+8))). Shifting to Crinos.
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Leaf Storm changed into his homid form after they set out on their journey, figuring that he needs to get used to it and learn more about the human culture if they are going to spend a lot of time there, aswell as such knowledge being useful in general, sitting somewhere in the middle. He had several clothes dedicated way back when he was in Arizona, but had a hard time choosing what would be appropriate to wear and what to save for later. Wishing to look his best, he finally chose the clothes his famous great-grandfather wore, as he was told when he received them. He looks like he just walked out of a bad western movie or from an entirely different time, a few centuries ago.



It was a curious sight indeed, but Leaf Storm didn't act as if there was something odd about his appearance and instead focused his attention on their surroundings and the humans themselves, trying to figure out if any foul sorcery was at work here.

Leaf Storm rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,2,2,8,5. Sense Magic.
Leaf Storm rolled 18 using 1d10+8. Initiative.
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Having not noticed the calamity about to happen in the back of the van. He smiles with his crooked teeth at you sitting in the front seat Ryan, then at Nancy who got out of the van moving around to the back.

"Yarp, Definitely a flat tyre.. So where is yer spare, in the back?"

The employee moves past you toward the back of the van and Nancy as the "Mechanic" walks up to you Marcus, followed by his fat old girl who is mumbling about tickets looking through her handbag. He comes right up to you saying;

"Ya know I once had an old van like this and I got just the thing to help you out with it."

 You see the glint of steel as the Mechanic pulls a switch blade and tries to stab Marcus.

At the same time the fat old bird pulls a canister of pepper spray and a pair of large scissors from her purse. Pointing the pepper spray at Ryan's face she lets fly with a stream of pepper spray.

The employee walking toward Nancy draws a kitchen knife from his apron and charges you.

Lastly the door to the general store / cafe opens and out comes the second employee toting a shotgun. Taking aim from across the street at Leaf Storm, who is just exiting the vehicle he fires.
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Trapped in the van LJ was just going to try not to give away to those outside what he is he can't see the humans or that they are attacking, but when Shadowclaw starts swearing and calling him names his stoic anger kicks in and he deliberately starts exerting his strength to pin the smaller wolf to the inside of the van preventing him from moving at all.

As we have 1 frenzied wolf in crinos and another one in crinos with an anger management problem lumped together in the back im thinking this van is about to crack open like a soda can that has been shot with a rifle. Im going to duck to the front side of the van that is facing away from the store.

Nancy focused her rage to pull her gun out fast, and pointed to the woan with the dagger.
"Freeze and drop your weapon bitch!"
She did not hesitated to shoot from close range in case she decided to not follow her orders.

[Private to GM: OOC: 1 rage spent to gain an extra action to pull out the gun and shoot if needed.
7 succes to hit from close range.
Damage 3 (I hate dice roller)

19:17, Today: Nancy Pride rolled 3 successes using 13d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 10,8,5,7,6,2,4,2,2,8,1,1,3. damage.
19:15, Today: Nancy Pride rolled 7 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 4. Shoot close range].

Seeing those shady humans acting rather strangely and sensing an ambush, Leaf Storm's instincts are proven correct when he sees the man with the shotgun. Disgusted with their enemies and outraged when he sees the same weapon that was used to kill his pack, Leaf Storm knew what he had to do. He was obviously the biggest threat and needed to be eliminated quickly and Leaf Storm wasn't going to die the same death his family suffered. No, he was going to sprint across the street to that guy as fast as he could, hopefully before he can take the shot, dodging if he does manage to take a shot at him, disarm him and smash his brains out with his own weapon.
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Marcus opened his mind to shout a warning about the horrid overpowering stench of Wyrm Taint on these 'helpful' humans, but at the same time, he felt the overwhelming soul crushing Rage of his newest packmate. The spiritual assault almost made him swoon, but he fought to keep his focus on the enemies in front of him.

Marcus burst into his Breed form as he drew his heavy wrench, swinging it with all of his might at the man approaching him, smashing him down to the ground. He then snarled into the face of his opponent, the battle lust of Pegasus beginning to grow in his chest.

01:05, Today: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6. Wrench attack. That's 10L before soak.
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Ryan, with 2 packmates in Crinos already, understands that only the Delirium can protect his pack now. But more importantly, Shadowclaw must be restrained.

"Lockjaw, ignore the enemy, restrain Shadowclaw, knock him out if you can. That type of Frenzy comes from the Wyrm, he's liable to do any number of heinous things under it, his conscience will thank you later. The rest of us, take 'em out."

Ryan simply steps out of the vehicle and shifts to his war form. Yes, that means the enemy will get a good look at what they're facing, but he's hoping at least 1 or 2 run away due to exactly that.

(Stepping out and shifting only as recommended. As the Elders recommended, wasting Rage against mooks is a bad idea)
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ROUND ONE SUMMARY

The Van rumbled to a halt it's rear left tyre flat. there was a spare in the back, so Nancy the most technically minded of your pack grabbed the substandard toolkit that comes with most cars from under her seat and got out to see the damage.
A Kitchen hand emptying the garbage for a desolate local diner sees the trouble your having from across the street. He shouts across the road.

"Whoa that looks like a nasty flat. Damn kids there always braking bottles in the street."

He sticks his head inside. the door.

"Hey Andy, got another tourist with a flat tire out here! Those damn kids breaking bottles on the road again. I'll give them a hand be back in 10."

The guy from the store begins to cross the road, and the male customer follows him saying.

"I'll help too I'm a mechanic, they may have damaged something else on there car."

What you assume to be his girl friend follows him shouting;

"Ben, honey not now we have the movie in 30 minutes!"

He says back;

"It's an opportunity Betty if they need mechanical help as well they become a customer, If not, I have helped out changing a tyre. Gotta take em where I can get them hun."

All three "good Samaritans" are soon crossing the road to help you with your flat tyre.

They moved across the road approaching your broken down van, but this offer of help was all a ploy, allowing them to close on the van.

Seeing the humans approach Marcus got out of the van ordering Lock Jaw to take human form. There was something off about these Samaritans Sean sensed it too it was a darkness that seemed to effect their soul.

Your focus on these humans coming to help was shattered. As a further grinding came from the suspension of the van, as if a large weight was just put in the back. This was followed by the words "I'm stuck" followed by a tirade of the foulest language and grievances ripples across your mental waves.

By this time the "good Samaritans"  have crossed the road and once within reach they show there true colours, but You are wolves your instincts and reactions far exceed that of a mere human. These humans had bitten off more than they could chew this time.

Laef Storm, seeing the storekeeper hiding with a gun by the door across the street suddenly burst from the van, sprinting like a wild elk the store owner no time to think or react before the large Indian warrior in his historical attire had grabbed his shotgun from him.

To be continued....

ROUND ONE CONTINUED

The back of the van creaked and bulged the windows shattering, the tirade of insults in your minds continuing becoming guttural and more animalistic as Shadowclaw looses himself to the wyrm. Claws erupting from his fingers teeth elongating becoming the crinos war beast in the back of the van with Lock Jaw.

Realizing that the shit was hitting the fan. Ryan, with 2 packmates in Crinos already, understands that only the Delirium can protect his pack now. But more importantly, Shadowclaw must be restrained.

"Lockjaw, ignore the enemy, restrain Shadowclaw, knock him out if you can. That type of Frenzy comes from the Wyrm, he's liable to do any number of heinous things under it, his conscience will thank you later. The rest of us, take 'em out." He says.

Ryan simply steps out of the vehicle and shifts to his war form. Yes, that means the enemy will get a good look at what they're facing, but he's hoping at least 1 or 2 run away due to exactly that.

Marcus opened his mind to shout a warning about the horrid overpowering stench of Wyrm Taint on these 'helpful' humans, but at the same time, he felt the overwhelming soul crushing Rage of his newest packmate. The spiritual assault almost made him swoon, but he fought to keep his focus on the enemies in front of him.

Marcus burst into his Breed form as he drew his heavy wrench, swinging it with all of his might at the man approaching him, smashing him down to the ground. He then snarled into the face of his opponent, the battle lust of Pegasus beginning to grow in his chest.

Seeing the approaching danger from the humans. Nancy focused her rage to pull her gun out fast, and pointed to the woman with the Scissors and pepper spray.
"Freeze and drop your weapon bitch!"
She did not hesitated to shoot from close range her bullet entering the flabby fat of the womans side exiting the flabby folds just as quickly, leaving nothing more than a flesh wound.

Sean, thinking the van is about to crack open like a soda can that has been shot with a rifle. Ducks to the front side of the van that is facing away from the store, positioning himself near Ryan.

Lock Jaw hearing the instructions from his alpha and hurt by the cruel words of his pack-mate grabs the bezerking Shadowclaw pining him withing the confines of the van that is already stretching and groaning ready to burst at the seams.

The Mechanic one moment offering you help the next pulls a switch blade stabbing you Marcus even as his left shoulder and collar bone crumples under the force of your wrench, shattering 5 ribs in the process. The damage from the wrench causing his stab to barely give Marcus a shave.

The kitchen hand in his rush to slash Nancy trips falling on his own knife, twisting at the last moment to avoid injury but leaving him lying on the ground.

The shopkeeper disarmed takes a wild swing at Leaf Storm missing the Indian entirely.

The fat lady  pretending to be the girlfriend of the mechanic pulls scissors and pepper spray from her bag. She is hardly phased by the grazing bullet wound caused by Nancy and unloads the pepper spray directly into Ryan's face, temporarily blinding him.

None of the humans are effected by delirium either they are the most willful rednecks you have ever met or there is more to the eye here.

*ROUND 2*

His shotgun taken from him, the shopkeeper giggles, and tries to kick Leaf Storm fair in the nads.

"Hehehehehehe"

The Mechanic, looking worse for ware. Smiles gleefully, and despite his injuries slashes his switch blade across Marcus's stomach.

The kitchen hand picks himself up from the ground if you would call it that. The action is more like a marionette being dragged to its feet by its strings. His head the last thing to straighten, revealing his maniacal grin.

The fat lady, giggles, her rolls of fat and triple E tits wobbling like jelly as she steps forward to stab the blind reeling Ryan with her scissors.
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The crazed thrashings of Shadowclaw only drive LJ to grip him tighter trying to crush him into unconsciousness but leave him alive.

Leaf Storm knew that since the others shifted to Crinos already, he didn't need to fight those humans on their own terms to preserve the veil anymore. Instantly changing to his breed form, the big Red Wolf lunged at the wyrm-tainted coward's throat. He wasn't happy about tasting the foul creature, but he needed to be eliminated, fast and Leafstorm didn't want to spend time changing to Crinos or Hispo.

Instantly shift into Lupus breed form and one bite attack against the man, aiming for his jugular.

Leaf Storm rolled 10 successes using 12d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 8,2,4,3,2,9,10,10,8,5,7,9. Dex+Brawl bite attack, Specialized.

Leaf Storm rolled 11 successes using 15d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 6,10,3,1,7,3,1,2,8,10,9,8,10,8,7. Damage, specialized.

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Sean jumps for the fat lady and as if to throw a kick but feint the kick and to her chest and catches her with a shift to chrinosclaw swipe perform (decpitive wind)


02:14, Fri 14 Nov 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 5 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((9,10,7,5,10,7)).

5 successes for damage with claws for aggervated damage
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Nancy saw her mates to shift to combat form and she realized as well, the enemy was immune to the delirium. This started to be interesting, they should finish the fight fast.
She sent one more bullet into the woman who were too close.
But there was too much distractions, her aim was terrible this time.




[Private to GM: OOC:
15:19, Thu 13 Nov 2014: Nancy Pride failed (no successes) using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 4 ((1,2,2,9,10,3,1)).

Is there any camera? She should know it and she would try cover the party.
]

His rage seething through, Shadowclaw snarled at the "thing" that not only crushed him with his body, but now seemed to try to deliberately imprison him and choke him to death. But he wasn't going to let him do that.

His thoughts being consumed by the fury of his rage, he desperately tried to break free of Lock Jaw's grasp, intending to sink his fangs deep into his flesh ad tear him apart with his claws once free, the rage fueling him with great speed and power.

My Actions:

1. Get out of LJs hold
2. One bite attack against LJ
3. One claw attack against LJ

Using rage for those 2 attacks.

Shadowclaw rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 8,7,1,9,1. Claw Attack.
Shadowclaw rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 10,9,1,2,3. Bite Attack.
19:49, Today: Shadowclaw rolled 2 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 5,6,1,9,6. Break Free.

Ignoring his crippled foe, Marcus hastily swung around the van to face his two grappling pack mates. Gripping his wrench tight, he brought it down on Shadowclaw's head, hoping to literally knock some sense into him.

"GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!" He roared, then brought down the wrench with all the force he could muster.

OOC: Move then attack. 2 actions, no rage.

Ryan takes a moment to shrug off the effects of the pepper spray...

(As I recall, Garou regen works automatically whenever you concentrate on using it. Should remove the status effect like it removes everything else...)

ROUND 2 SUMMARY

Changing forms to that of a large wolf Leaf Storm leaps at the shopkeepers throat. White teeth flashing blood spraying the door and walls of the shop. When Leaf Storm is finished tearing through bone gristle and flesh the mans head hangs down his back by a small fraction of skin blood running onto the ground. The Shopkeepers body begins to convulse shaking as though animated by something more than the man that once was. Leaf Storm you hear a tearing gurgling sound as 5 purple tentacles rend and tare their way out of the mans neck 3 with small mouths and 2 with eyes at the end. They begin to flap around before focusing on you.

As the tentacles of doom erupt from the dead shopkeeper the van you have all ridden in begins to shake violently as Shadowclaw struggles to free him self. What is left of the windows on the rear half of the van shatter the rear doors burst from their hinges, relieving Lock Jaw and Shadowclaw in their full glory both in Crinos the seats around them destroyed their heads hanging out of the back of the van.

Ryan The stinging in your eyes subsides as you manage to refocus at the end of the round seeing a cloud of inky darkness form before you, over shadowing you with malice intent.

Marcus turns and shouting at the grappling Shadowclaw in the van he brings down his large wrench on his head, solidly connecting but not knocking the beserking wolf into unconsciousness.

Leaping at the Fat Lady Sean performs a deceptive strike almost taking the jello lady's head clean off with his punch dropping her to the ground unconscious where she begins to convulse like thew shop keeper. The fat lady's mouth opens impossibly wide an inky black purple cloud spewing forth, tangible testicles begin to from in the murky darkness.

The crack of gunfire explodes up and down the street as Nancy soots at the lady now crumpled on the ground missing her target.

As Shadowclaw continues to writhe in Lock Jaw's arms. Lock Jaw  applies more and more pressure. Finally unable to withstand his powerful pack-mates strength Shadowclaw succumbs to oblivion.

....
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As Marcus turns to hit shadowclaw he opens his side to a painful slash from the mechanics knife though his natural toughness absorbs most of the damage it still leaves him with a bruise.

The kitchen hand picks himself up from the ground if you would call it that. The action is more like a marionette being dragged to its feet by its strings. His head the last thing to straighten, revealing his maniacal grin.

END ROUND 2

ROUND 3

The body of the shopkeeper no longer able to contain what has been trapped within explodes in a shower of gore. Bits of brain,bone and blood cover Leaf Storm. Where the shopkeeper once stood, a slug like beast with 2 spindly legs holding its putrid, undulating fat rolls upright. Its body topped by 5 tentacles each with a unique fixture sways before launching it's self at Leaf Storm. In a horrid attack it seeks to entangle him with it's tentacles, surly to feed upon his tasty native Indian bones.

The inky cloud solidifies into what could only be described as a giant black pustule covered scrotum. From the top of which flays multiple phallic like tentacles, dripping with an ominous white slime. They lash out in all directions attempting to flay Sean and Ryan.

Giggling with a high pitched laugh and grabbing his crotch with one hand as he brandishes the knife, the Kitchen hand says;

"Common sweet pea let ol' Jonny have a bit of that sugar..."

His tongue extending to an impossibly long length licking his entire face as he slashes out at Nancy with his kitchen knife.

The mechanic smiles;

"Hey boy! see what happens when you turn your back on me when I am speaking. You ready for some more? Lets dance!"

Says the mechanic as he darts in with another quick stab with the knife.

Fresh Rage and revulsion rising in him as the creatures' true forms emerged, Marcus returned his attention to the disgusting creatures that dared to harm him and his pack. Surging with Rage from his wound, he swung his heavy wrench in two great swings, smashing the human shell of the mechanic and whatever horror lay underneath.

OOC: Spending 1 Rage and attacking twice.

5 Successes on Rage swing.
13:29, Thu 20 Nov 2014: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 43 using 6d10 ((10,8,6,6,5,8))

3 Successes on the regular attack.
13:29, Thu 20 Nov 2014: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 3 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((6,6,2,9)).

Assuming he doesn't dodge. 8 Damage on the first attack.
13:32, Thu 20 Nov 2014: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 8 successes using 13d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((3,3,6,7,5,10,1,9,9,8,9,10,10))

5 Damage on the second.
13:33, Today: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 5 successes using 11d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6. Wrench Damage.
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Assuming i dont need to make a dodge roll i spend my action running to the "thing" at leaf storm if needed i will use 1 rage in order to take another full action to attack this round just let me know.

Nancy inner rage started to burn, but still her faith in her guns did not hanged.
She aimed more carefully this thime and hit the woman with one more bullet. She felt the urgent need to finish this fast and focus on the other enemys...

OOC: Hit 5 sucess, dmg 3
The dice roller hate her...



07:24, Today: Nancy Pride rolled 3 successes using 11d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6. dmg.

07:24, Today: Nancy Pride rolled 5 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 4. Shooting close range.

Untangling himself from the mangled vehicle and his unconscious companion. LJ gets out of the van and moves to place himself between Nancy and the kitchenhand taking any blow the kitchenhand may send his packmates way.
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Sean spends 1 rage and continues his full force run Into a johnny cage style side kick using rising storm.


21:01, Sat 22 Nov 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 5 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((8,6,5,9,6,6,1,10)).

5 successes to shift to crinos

21:03, Sat 22 Nov 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 3 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 5, rerolling 10s ((1,9,10(+5),7,7,3,4,4,1)).

3 successes to hit

21:06, Sat 22 Nov 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 5 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((4,8,7,6,8,5,4,7)).

5 successes for damage

Unless i am allowed any extra dice for damage due to my momentem from taking a full action to get up to full running speed.
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18:25, Today: Ryan Fox rolled 6 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s. Claw Strike vs. bane.




06:52, Today: Ryan Fox rolled 7 successes using 13d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s. OVERKILL!



(OOC:Damage dice not rolled yet because that many successes suggest there'll be extras...but how many?)


There's a bane for everything, apparently. Even masculinity. Well, no matter, it still had to be put down.

He launched a vicious claw against his opponent.
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04:26, Today: Leaf Storm rolled 8 successes using 11d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 10,8,3,5,6,8,10,10,4,1,3. Damage, Specialized.

04:25, Today: Leaf Storm rolled 6 successes using 14d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 with rolls of 6,4,7,3,4,5,7,8,4,6,4,7,4,5. Claw swipe, Specialized.

Seeing the man turn into such a monster, Leafstorm didnt hesitate a proceeded to rip it to shreds.
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ROUND 3 SUMMARY

Leaf Storm, in his wolf form his speed is unparalleled he launches forward driving his claws into the bane. It howls as its ichorous black blood sprays across the ground. leaving bleeding profusely.

Shadowclaw breaths deeply in his unconsciousness. Within the van as his body begins to heal.

Ryan lashes out with his claws causing more ichorous blood to flow, this time white in colour.

Marcus, fresh Rage and revulsion rising in him as the creatures' true forms emerged, Marcus returned his attention to the disgusting creatures that dared to harm him and his pack. Surging with Rage from his wound, he swung his heavy wrench in the first of two great swings, smashing the human shell of the mechanic and whatever horror lay underneath. The mechanics head bursts like a ripe melon releasing the bane.

Sean sprints across the road charging directly at the bleeding bane facing off against Leaf Storm.

"Pop" the sound of Nancy's gun can be heard as the muzzle flashes releasing it's deadly projectile at the bane facing Ryan. Bursting one of the phallic tentacles in splatter of white ooze.

Untangling himself from the mangled vehicle and his unconscious companion. Lock Jaw gets out of the van and moves to place himself between Nancy and the kitchenhand.

Where the shopkeeper once stood, a slug like beast with 2 spindly legs holding its putrid, undulating fat rolls upright. Its body topped by 5 tentacles each with a unique fixture sways before launching it's self at Leaf Storm. In a horrid attack it seeks to entangle him with it's tentacles, surly to feed upon his tasty native Indian bones. The acid running down its tentacles burns the mighty indian.

Giggling with a high pitched laugh and grabbing his crotch with one hand as he brandishes the knife, the Kitchen hand says;

"Common sweet pea let ol' Jonny have a bit of that sugar..."

His tongue extending to an impossibly long length licking his entire face as he slashes out at Nancy with his kitchen knife. But his swing falls short of even touching Nancy.

The mechanic smiles saying;

"Hey boy! see what happens when you turn your back on me when I am speaking. You ready for some more? Lets dance!"

Right before his head is caved in covering Marcus's wrench with brain matter, Releasing a spindly insect like bane that resided within.

Smashing it's tentacles into Ryan the bane he faces prepares to go on the full offensive

Marcus cracks the newly formed banes chitinous shell as it forms from the darkened mist. Its blood is an emerald green as it collapses dissolving into a bubbling mess.

Finishing his dash with a flying kick that would put jonny cage to shame Sean sends the bane back to the nether realm. Landing on his feet a small drop of perspiration upon his brow.
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there are more of us here im going to help leaf storm
OOC: i think i did this right i was using the mental link
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ROUND 4

The testicle bane in agonizing pain puffs up as though it is going to explode. Its phallic tentacles spin wildly as it begins to rotate then they all ejaculate, spraying anyone within 20 feet. A white substance spews forth and it burns, like the flames of hell its self. After this little more than a floppy bag of skin remains of the bane.

The mechanic foaming at the mouth tries once again to stab Nancy, with his kitchen knife.
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Snarling from the wound that refused to heal, Marcus brought the Wrench up high, then smashed it down on the woman's head.

I'm sorry sister. He thought with sudden regret, causing his arm to falter. He then renewed his resolve and swung twice as hard, connecting with the poor woman's skull.

OOC: Attacking twice.

1st attack misses.
09:07, Today: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) failed (no successes) using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6. Wrench attack.

2nd Attack 3 successes.
09:07, Today: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 3 successes using 3d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6. Wrench attack.

Assuming she doesn't dodge, 5 Lethal damage.
09:10, Today: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 5 successes using 11d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6. Wrench Damage.

quote:

on my way ryan

Spend my action running to the bane by ryan,

OOC:is that the one with the range attack? if so I'm going to take an extra attack if not then we have enough pack members to handle the problem I just need to know ST?
Correction is the one that spewed now dead as well?
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"Come brother and sister lets make a wish! "


Says LJ with glee to Marcus and Nancy. He tries to grab the kitchenhand by both arms. Offering the legs to Nancy and Marcus. The one with the largest piece when you rip him apart gets a wish.. Wishbone him.
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Although slightly burned by the disgusting bane, Leafstorm doesn't spare any second and rushes to join in Lock Jaws attempt to wishbone the kitchenhand. I wish these disgusting monsters get lost in the darkest depths of the abyss.
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23:15, Today: Ryan Fox rolled 6 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6. Damage. (My last hit was 13...so I had 4 less successes and 1 hurt penalty...I think I did this right.)

23:15, Today: Ryan Fox rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s. Claw Strike (hurt 1).

Ryan had had it with banes that look like genitals, and while his strike was not so graceful as the first, it was absolutely VICIOUS in how hard it hit.

Though Lock Jaws invitation may be inviting. It just isn't Nancy's style. While he is held Nancy plugs a round into the kitchenhand.

Combat summery:

Ryan Leafstorm and Sean, tare into the testicle bane with it's flaying falic's just before it sprays it's burning seaman upon you all. This destroys the creature.

Lockjaw, Marcus, and Shadowclaw grab the kitchen hand pulling him (literally) limb from limb, as Nancy pumps shotgun rounds into him.

Marcus is left with the biggest piece.

With that the street becomes quiet the sounds of police sirens can be heard off in the distance. you all stand bloodied but alive and not badly hurt under the halogen glow of the street lamps.

*It might be prudent to get the van running again and leave before the police arrive.*

The flat tire of the van is easily fixed. While Lockjaw holds the back tire off the ground markus with the direction of Nancy soonhas the flat tire off and the replacement on. By this point the sound of police sirens is close.  All of you pile back into the van once again getting underway, destination the Lincoln park zoo where you are to meet your glasswalker contact for the war.


The rest of the journey to the zoo is uneventful.  At about 3am you find your selves pulling into the zoo carpark. The carpark is deserted with parking bats for atleast 500 cars. Small 3m tall trees have been planted throughout the carpark in an attempt to  beautify the now cracking asphalt wasteland.The zoo is dark with only the occasional sounds of wild animals disturbing the night.

Further down the road you drove in on you see a hatchback the hood up and three young party goers in conversation with five rough looking bikers.  The young kids look fearful of their tough company. As the bikers circle the kids like wolves circling their prey.

Like wolves circling prey? That honors the bikers too much. At best, hyenas preying on the weak. Ryan finds himself not appreciating that kind of nonsense, and once things are stopped, he walks over there.

"Is there a problem here?"

"Always the diplomat" Sean says under his voice with a slight smile.

He then decides to follow Ryan over.

OOC: I forget what we use to represent our telepathic speech so I will put it in parenthesis

(Just be alert remember what happened last time we ran into people)

Shadowclaw watches Ryan and Shawn head to the group. A bit of irritation rising in him, but not so much he couldn't squash it.  The weak made themselves targets, they helped create those that fed off of their fear.  Neither were innocent.  Still, no way he'd let the Stargazer or the SilverFang have all the fun.

Shadowclaw followed the two, he didn't bother voicing his opinion at this time, just watching with a frosty gaze.

As Ryan headed over to investigate followed by several of the others Nancy trailed behind.  She stopped near the cover of a tree midway between the van and the hatchback, the trunk and shadow were enough to help conceal her presence but still put her close enough to provide support should this group of locals prove as 'colorful' as the last.

Pulling out her computer she tapped at the screen, scanning for wireless signals that might be coming from cell phones or nearby cameras so she could shut down any outgoing data if things should get hairy.

Leaf storm stayed back near Nancy. He knew the others could handle themselves well enough if this turned out to be a problem, but it never hurt to have some backup just in case.

Still in his wolf-form, the Lupus stayed to the shadows, keeping his nose in the air for any unwelcome scents and his eyes open for any unwelcome sights. He allowed the Earth's gentle voice to enter his sensory organs, knowing that anything she said would be important to listen to.

Stay on your toes - no telling what the night holds for us.

[OOC: I am not sure how the telepathic speaking works - I haven't gotten that far in the book yet. Can all of the other PCs hear me telepathically while I am in wolf form?]

Three of your pack move toward the bikers who are harassing the party goers that have broken down. Lock Jaw stays at the van sitting between the open rear doors. While Nancy and Leafstorm position themselves under one of the small trees in the car-park.

not one of you miss the elongated fangs of the bikies. 2 of the feral leeches seem to even bee salivating over the three young humans.

[Secret to Ryan Fox: While you notice that stenciled upon the motor cycle fuel tanks are a wolfs head and what seems to be a clawed hand palm out griped at the wrist by another clawed hand. (Refer to page 4 msg 58 this thread)]

[Secret to Sean Selmetzi: While you notice that stenciled upon the motor cycle fuel tanks are a wolfs head and what seems to be a clawed hand palm out griped at the wrist by another clawed hand. (Refer to page 4 msg 58 this thread)]

One of the bikies notice your approach at about 50yds and alerts his companions to your approaching presence.

[Secret to Nancy Pride: You don't pickup any wireless systems turned on in the area if the zoo has cameras it mus be a closed system.]
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Ryan got a little closer...and then caught a scent on the wind. THAT Scent. Between that and the fangs.

Leeches. I can smell the Wyrm from here. All of you, ambush positions. We'll shred them before they have a chance to spread their foul taint. Just going to get the humans out of harm's way before they see something they shouldn't.

Ryan steps forward a little more and...

"I most strongly recommend you get out of here and...leave your new biker friends here to us."

(Social roll to get them to get out of here, I'm sure, just let me know which one.)

With the news of the bikers' true nature, Nancy narrowed her scan to the three would be victims and went active instead of passive.  If they had cell phones she certainly didn't want any calls or texts going out if they got spooked.  It would make the meeting the pack was supposed to have problematic if the police showed up.

As her fingers tapped more commands they became thicker, the nails growing prominent as she shifted into Dalu in anticipation of the skirmish to come.

Three of the Bikies turn to face you Ryan as you approach. A bikie with long brown redish hair, a beard, and an anchor tatoo on his left arm, speaks to you Ryan.

"Piss off mutts! This ain't none of your consern. It's bad enough we have to let you mangy dogs into our city. So FUCKOFF! *he raises his middle finger at you* and find your own fun."

Through out this dialog the bikie smiles and keeps his tone light hearted as though talking if not to a friend atleast a respected enemy. The bikie to the right of him says in a nasally higher pitched whiny hanger-on sort of voice while letting out a bit of a laugh.

"Yeah run allong now doggies! Hehehe!"

the last two bikes keep the kids corral the three kids making sure they don't get away.

[Secret to Nancy Pride: You run your jamming software which should disable all mobile phones within 500 yards (can i get a intelegence + computer diff 7 roll please in the ooc thread as per normal) note as the character sheet was wrong feel free to adjust some of the intelegence stats eg dropping some to take technology as that would suit the character, just let me know what you do.)]
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For a moment Shadowclaw's lip twitches a bit as if wanting to snarl, but then he seems to get under control and even smiles at the biker boys.  "Better a living 'dog' than a wyrm ridden rotting corpse." Lets Ryan handle the humans, keeping his gaze locked on the vampires.

Sean seeming un-fased and unflinching by their comment says

"And here i was thinking what would Anthius have to say about your actions."

Belatedly, he remembers the truce.

Friggin truce. I still want to tear them apart. Looks like we've gotta restrain ourselves for now. But we don't have to let them have lunch either."

"And here I was just thinking that as a gesture of your 'goodwill', you'd perhaps let them go that they may enjoy their life..."

Ryan steps forward, and fairly whispers at the leeches...

"And NOT let them in on things they shouldn't know, hmmm?"

Standing up from where he is sitting on the tailgate of the van. The sudden removal of weight causes the van's suspension to screech with relief. Lockjaw stands changing to glabro form as he does. He slowly and threateningly stretches his hulking muscles that are straining to explode from the gym cloths he wares. Slowly like a salking tiger he begins to move toward Ryan, Sean and Shadowclaw who are facing down the leeches allone.

Me need to shred dem alpha?

Grinding his teeth the biker almost twitches, he looks of the verge of saying something when he turns and says to the other bikers.

"Dinners turned sour boys lets book..."

With that they get on their bikes and with the roar of engines leave. As the leader peels on out of there rubber from his back tire smoking upon the asphalt you hear him say;

"Welcome to Chicargo little wolves I hope you enjoy your stay!"

Ryan got them to back down...

I wish we could, but the alliance means we have to let their unclean existence endure for now. Still, they are denied their meal."

He again reiterates to the kids, "It might be prudent to go now. If you couldn't tell, they were planning to rob you, I think."

Rob them of blood, to be honest, but that's what they didn't need to know.

Sean turns and heads back to the van hopping in and getting settled.

With the bikies gone the kids manage to get their car running (with a little help from Nancy) and get on their way. You all get a few hours sleep before the sun crests the horizon and the sound of morning birds and increased traffic wake you from your slumbers.

Sean goes to find a nice patch of earth to do his morning routine that consists of a hybrid mix of both meditation and martial arts katas during the sunrise while the others are still waking from their slumber.

Being slighter than some of her packmates had advantages, as Nancy was able to curl up on one of the benches and sleep mostly soundly.  Being a Lupus would probably have been the only way to make the situation more bearable, but overall it wasn't the worst bit of sleep she'd ever had.

When she woke up the first thing she did was hit up the areas of the net frequented by the local Glasswalkers to glean any news and see if there was perhaps any messages placed for them on behalf of Susan, who they were supposed to be meeting.

[Private to GM: OOC: Is it correct to assume that if you call for a roll, but the scene/need for the roll is resolved before I am able to make & post said roll, that it can then be ignored?  Mainly asking to know if you have a preference, as some STs like to track things that may have seemed of little consequence at the time and use them in the story at points in the future.]

Returning to his natural form LJ decides the van is as denlike as anywhere else, and after the hours of the pack riding within it the smells are familiar and comfortingohe curls up within and sleeps waking only when somone open up the van in the morning.

Sean has just begun his Kata's with the sun about to breach the horizon when a a cute red convertible. drives into the lot with the top down and a woman sitting in a drivers seat. she parks away from your dilapidated hippie van facing you with the lights on and the engine running. She appears to be alone, waiting for your pack to approach.

Ryan wakes up just in time to meet the...visitor.

"May I help you, miss?"

"Hi." Says the lady with dark almost black hair. It is all that remains of her native American heritage.  "I'm susan, and from your desciption you must be Ryan. " she continues as she removes her glasses. "Things have been pretty tense, did you have any troubles getting here?"


[Secret to Nancy Pride: your running through the morning glasswalker reports when you see the diner incident pop up on a police bulletin.  they are look for your van in connection to a drug related gangstyle hit that left a dinner owner and two employees dead.]

Seeing the bulletin, Nancy prompted the rest of the pack.  Can anyone spot any cameras around here?  It's important to know if we, or the van, were caught by the Zoo's cameras sitting here overnight.

She looked about herself, trying to spot anything atop the light poles or towards the actual zoo proper.  Her scans from last night didn't reveal anything, wirelessly at least, so maybe they were lucky and this far back in the lot wasn't under any type of surveillance.

In reply to Storyteller (msg # 146):

"Nothing...beyond our ability to handle. May I know whom I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

Susan raises an eyebrow at Ryan..

"As I said I am Susan, Susan Upshaw. We should get moving my parents are expecting you. and it is still a half hour drive, to their house. do you need me to take anything or are you right following me?"

We need to ditch this van ASAP, and we should not drive it to the safehouse.  Ask her if she has any way to get us a change of vehicle.  Nancy said to Ryan as she began tapping at her tablet again, trying to gain access to the video feeds near the entrance to the zoo.

(OOC: OOC Error on my part.)

"Forgive me. Not everyone is who they say they are. Do you perhaps have a change of vehicle? Ours is a little...mmm, conspicuous."

Sean continues with his morning routine, he missed out on doing it during the trip and he knows when the group is ready they will let him know.

"Sorry no. I can take your bags and one of you but this car isn't built for more. I can call you a cab and give you an address while I travel on ahead, will that help? If I remember rightly there is a car rental place down the street and it should be open soon. You could walk there in ten minutes. Enterprise Carshare is the company, and they rent by the hour if that suits?" says Susan.

[Private to Nancy Pride: using your plug and play sudenly the zoo CCTV becomes Wireless TV. It is a closed video feed that only records and that is directly onto video of all things (soo outdated) you are able to activate the recorder with your laptop/ phone but the options you have are play, rewind, fast-forward, record and stop. there are 16 cameras in total with only 2 facing the front carpark where you are.]

"That'll do, thank you."

Ryan isn't just well spoken, he's fairly loaded. So when they get there, he can get some nice vehicles.

She nods and givea you an address of a home located off Higgins road near O'Hare airport. She says;

 "I'll meet you there with in the hour then."

 putting her glasses back on Susan drives away leaving you and your pack to find your own way.

Since they're in weaver turf, he figures it might be best to travel in weaver style. After all, hippie vans are what leeches look for. Nobody expects them to be traveling around in NICE vehicles.

So he goes to the rental place and rents the most expensive vehicle that'll hold the whole pack they have.

As good directions weren't given I assume you pull out your iPhone and Google maps the location. When you get there you find them just opening up for the day. You super platinum credit card goes a long way and secures you almost any vehicle in their yard. You have the choice of :

1. A hino mini bus.
2. A 7 seat range rover
3. 5 seat Chrysler sedan
4. A luxury motor home
5. A moving van
6. A rav 4
7. Ford xr8 sedan
8. Nissan duallis

Leaf Storm settles down as the leeches rode off. The fur on his back sat down and he moved back to the perimeter watch.

Welcome to Chicago, indeed.

He found a spot under Nancy on the bench and slept easily. Out under the stars gave him the best sleep anyway.

+++

The next morning he had awoken and went for a hunt before the others. He was always up early and while there wasn't much to hunt - some small game found their way unluckily into his jaws. He said a quick thanks to them for their sacrifice and watched as the woman approached.

If at all possible, an enclosed vehicle would suit me best.

ZZZZZzzzzZZZz*snort*Bunnies grrrrrrZZZZzzzzzzzzz

As they were preparing to drive out, Nancy rewound the recorders tape 5 minutes and then hit play so anyone giving the monitor a quick glance wouldn't know anything was up until they were gone.  She also quickly mapped a place to get breakfast near the car rental place and using a satellite view, found a place near that to stash the van.

She directed Marcus to the location where they would leave the van and made sure to leave the doors unlocked, the windows down, and the keys in the ignition.  She then led the way to the diner where the pack could grab a quick breakfast while Ryan and Nancy walked over to pick up the rental.
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Awoken by everyone piling into the van once again, and a bit grumpy at having his nice dream about chasing bunnies interrupted LJ scowls at his packmates..

"When we hunt and eat? Me Hangry..."

He looks at each of you for an answer. The impressive hulk of his wolf form doesn't make him very inconspicuous amongst the ape world. He wouldn't even pass as a dog.

Leaf Storm would have been smiling if he were in his human form. Instead he walks off for a moment and comes back with a rabbit and drops it at Lock Jaw's paws.

The best I could do under the circumstances, my friend.

"Hawhahaw you don't need to ask me twice a snack is better than nothing..."
Without further invitation LJ rips apart the rabbit on the backseat of the van.

Sean finishes up and heads back over to the others.

"What did I miss have we found out anything new yet?"

Nancy, I need you to encrypt the transaction before I make it. Leeches are terribly good at tracing money, and I'd really rather they didn't

While she did that, Ryan looked over the various vehicles. He got the feeling the Range Rover would suit most of his pack the best, though the Luxury Motorhome was nice too.
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"We need another vehicle.  The police are looking for this van because of the trouble with the flat tire.  There's a car rental not far from here, and I've found a diner near there where we can get breakfast.  I've also found a good spot to abandon the van near the diner.  So we'll drive there, leave the van, walk to the diner, and then Ryan and I will walk over to the car rental to pick up the new vehicle while you all eat."  Nancy supplied, covering all the bases.

"We'll head to the address Susan gave us after that."

"Sounds good I could go for some food"

Temporal Adjustment:

Once Ryan finishes speaking with susan you all once again get back into the hippie van and with a bit of smart tech work from Nancy are soon on your way again.

Nancy directs you to an ally with a vaccant block to one side and a grafiti covered fence on the other where you dump the van leaving the windows down and keys in it.

Walking a block Nancy brings you to a cafe(I assume everyone is walking as a human). Where Sean, Marcus, Lockjaw, shadowclaw and Leafstorm sit and order some breakfast which shadowclaw in the end has to pay for as he is the only one with some cash out of those you left at the cafe.

Ryan and Nancy go across the road and down past 2 shopfronts to the rental car yard. Those at the cafe can see the cars in the yard (as listed) and can have their say telepathically.

I hope this clears up where we are at.

Rayn and Nancy enter the rentals office behind the counter is a 46 year old man half bald and the rest of his hair going grey fromthe cchestnut brown it once was. His nose is too bog for his face and the discoloration around his eyes sugests something other than a drinking habit. But when he smiles at your entrance it is like a million bucks.  He has a fantastic smile that is trusting careing and welcoming, all at the same time. And then he ruins it by speaking in a gravely I've smoked too much voice.

"What can I do fer you?" *cough,  cough*

"So, I'd like to look into that Range Rover you've got there."

Of course, he'd get all the perks, like insurance, unlimited mileage, etc.

Leaf Storm walks around the car, staring at it as though he was mentally inspecting its structural integrity and making sure it was in working order as he had seen other humans do. Truth be told, he had no idea what made the thing tick and just a basic understanding of how it worked, but he knew he had to look the part.

His hair was pulled back into a pony tail and to an onlooker, his face looked as proud and true to his heritage as any native warrior of any legend ever told. Of course, this was just a side effect of the purity of his breed, but it was also ingrained in his genes so that no matter how he carried himself, he always seemed sure of himself and proud.

"Yes, this vehicle will do just fine."

He looks over to Lockjaw. "Still hungry?"

With his russian accent LJ nod his head vigorously saying;

"Da, I is always hungry.  You think me get this big by no eating? "

In his gravely voice he replies;

"That one is $98 a day. Are you over 25?"

In the café Sean had placed his order of stake (rare), eggs over easy, fresh fruit, sliced tomatoes, multi grain bread, and if they have it hot tea.

He sits back eating his food and looking out at the car lot that Ryan and Nancy had went to.

Since shadowclaw had to pick up the bill Sean tells him.

"Since you had to pick up the bill If there comes a time you need something dedicated just let me know."

In reply to Storyteller (msg # 173):

"Certainly. What extra insurance do you offer?"

He wouldn't put it past leeches to blow the rented vehicle up. Out of spite.

Hears that Sean is ordering and is quick to get on that band wagon.

Can I have 3 steaks rare, 5 eggs, and hashbrowns.. Me hear hashbrowns da bomb.. no pig in hashbrowns is there? Me no eatum da Pig.

All this is said in his thick Russian accent.

The man behind the counter smiles again drawing in a breath that causes his pudgy stomach to rise above the counter and his slightly small shirt to bulge at the buttons revieling his hairy gut.

"For full comprehensive insurance with no excess fee is $380. Though we can work that down of course if you're happy to pay an excess if the vehicle gets damaged."

While Ryan talked, Nancy took a seat and looked more interested in whatever she was doing on her tablet than the boring process of renting a car.

"Go ahead and let him process the rental once you've finished deciding.  Remember we do need to be able to drive and park our choice in the city.  I'll clean things up after the transaction is complete."

With the salesman distracted Nancy either on tapping into the rental companies' system.

"Full coverage is fine. Do you offer any other services?"

Ryan could afford damn near everything after all, might as well get the most out of it.

In reply to Ryan Fox (msg # 179):

Ryans, non phased reaction to the price causes the clerk to flash his brilliant smile again.

"All our vehicle come with an emergency call out service while your within the Chicago city limits but please be assured your vehicle has been carefully checked before you rent it and if you are going outside Chicago for an extra $200 we will cover any call out fees. We can also provide a car wash and detail card with that sir it is $100 per week. This card will get you as many automatic washes as you like per week at any of the listed outlets and one complete detail of the vehicle. The only service we can provide beyond this sir is a friendly smile and a trouble free experience with any of our vehicles."

He says this with a smile then in a conspiritual tone under his breath he says;

"Unless of course you want the Gangster service. Your not a cop are you?"

He quickly smiles again saying a bit louder than normal as though talking to a bug;

"Will the rental of the Rangerover be all today Sir?"

He smiles again.

Ryan nods.

"Sounds good. I'll take it all. And no, I'm not a cop, or otherwise associated with law enforcement. Definitely want that too though."

Of course, it'd take time to fill out ALL that paperwork, by which time Nancy should be done.

"Steak, bloody and a cup of coffee. Black no sugar."

Marcus was still a little drowsy and the daylight was hurting his eyes despite the sunglasses that he constantly wore and his voice was sharp and snappy.

Leaf Storm laughed at Lockjaw's response.

"I figured you had always been that big. Born that way. Bred that way."

When the waitress comes over, he allows everyone to order first before nodding to Sean and saying, "I will take what he is having. Please and thank you."

Inwardly though, the Storm was itching for a fight. The battle with the testicled-phallic minion of the Wyrm had not been a worthy foe. He wanted someone deserving of his razor sharp claws and teeth. He wanted the wyrm itself and his honor was begging for nothing less.

For now, he would enjoy his steak and eggs and mentally prepare for the coming storm.

"Da and me stay that way, tavarish. You need to eat more or you waste away like little Shadowclaw here."

Says LJ to Leafstorm as we wait for our order. When his meal comes he will dump one of the steaks on Shadowclaw's plate with a nod and a brotherly smile saying;

"Eat up little one, grow big and strong like me and Leafstorm."

The paper work takes another 10 minutes and along with the $2000 Gangsters insurance a total of $3k gets debited for a weeks rental(He gives you a discount). Nancy does her thing and your tracks are covered as best you can at this time. Eveyone then converges upon the cafe for a hearty breakfast before heading to the Upshaw residence.

Nancy ordered a steak omelet with a double side of bacon and then got to work erasing everything regarding the transaction that had just taken place on the rental firm's server.  She even linked the initial charge account to another customer's account so no bean counter would wonder about the unaccounted for funds.

After breakfast she spent the car ride looking up information about their destination.  Checking out a satellite view and seeing what was in the neighborhood around it.

Ryan eyewidens when he sees the bacon.

NO BACON!

Nancy looked at Ryan, then at her plate, then connecting the dots, sheepishly pushed the meat away realizing its provenance could not be proven.

She opted for a few pieces of toast instead.

Sean had been eating his stake by cutting into it and eating it small bites at a time.

He looked to Nancy

"You can finish this off if you are still hungry, I filled up mostly on the fruits."

He was speaking of his stake that he had.

Leaf storm had a spoonful of eggs and steak ready to be consumed when he saw Nancy's plate laid out in front of her.

He just sat there, mouth agape and food on his fork, staring at Nancy like she just cursed his mother in the most profane way possible and he was too shocked to give a retort.

Once the "bacon" incident is over and the meal is paid for you and your pack pay then pile into the Range-rover and with Nancy navigating with maps on her phone you navigate your way to the Upshaw residence.

The safe house is an old brick two story home with a white trim. It has a small pond around the back. and is located off Higgins Road near O'hare Airport. the area the house is located is to the west of Chicago considered to be the "out-lands" around the city.

Susans car is parked in the open carport when you arrive leaving you to park on the street. As you exit your vehicle Susan comes out to meet you. She says to follow her and she will introduce you to her family. Susan leads you all inside through the carport to the right of he little carport is a larger garage with a straight up mom soccer van and a dads work sedan.

[Private to Ryan Fox: As with in the car-park she is short with her words and too the point you get the distinct feeling she would prefer you were not there..]

The carport leads to an  alcove off which is the laundry, and a short set of stairs leading into the house. you pass a toilet and enter a nook(a small room that leads onto the back deck) which has glass doors overlooking the garden and has been converted into a sleeping area for someone. a joining the nook is the family room and the open plan kitchen. you can see linen piled neatly upon one of the coffee tables ready for the Upshaws guests.  Sitting in the lounge room waiting expectantly are the Upshaws. Susan moves around the room introducing each in turn.

"I am susan Upshaw" She says to the rest of your pack Ryan. Susan would be in her early thirties and is attractive (see earlia pic).

"And this is my father Zachary." She indicates a grey haired man sitting in a well worn lazyboy. He nod his head at you saying;

"Welcome to my home. I would get up but did ma hip in an accident at the steel works. getting up and down the stairs is about all I can manage these days. But enough of that it is good to have you youngsters here. welcome."

Susan moves over to the kitchen and continues;

"This is my mother Ada."

Ada is a full blown Native american she glances up at you all but says nothing, preferring to continue her duties in silence. Susan moves across to a man standing with his arm around a cherokee woman who holds a squirming child no more than three in her arms.

 "This is my brother Michael and his wife jessie, and this little rascle is Robbie."

She ruffles robbies hair when she introduces him. Michael steps forward and offers his hand saying;

"Good to meet you if you need anything from the local council we will try to help as best we can."

"The two hiding under the table there are Tammy and Mary my nieces. There parents were lost to us in the incident at the Fanum."

Two young native american girls not more than 10 and 14 are huddled under the table staring wide eyed at the pack.

"Lastly this is my other brother Jimmy."

"So whats it like? are you realy able to just cha.."

"Enough Jimmy let our guests setle in first. Your room is through there in the den, thats where you can put your stuff we will also make up the couches for you. the rest of us will sleep upstairs so we are out of your way. Have you eaten? Do you want breakfast?"

Susan indicates a door off the foyer just past the stairs.

House Layout


Back Yard and Pond

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"i am humbled by your offer but will decline, i have eaten not long ago."

marcus bowed his head slightly as he spoke and his voice was respectful and almost submissive.

Ryan immediately sets about putting the family at ease. He's really quite good at that kind of thing.

He shakes hands, interacts with kids, draws the shyer people out of their shells, and otherwise does his best to put everyone at ease. All in all, he does his best to be a welcome and charming houseguest.

"Yes, we just ate on the way in, but thank you for the offer. However...I should probably mention this...please don't give us any bacon or pork. We...aren't supposed to eat that."

This family wasn't living under the sort of ban he and his were living under, so he should probably warn them about that in advance.

Nancy offered a smile to their hosts but otherwise let Ryan do the majority of the talking.

Sean gave a nod to each family member as they were introduced. Afterward he let Ryan talk as he gazed out the window toward the pond area.

Looking at each kinfolk in turn LJ says nothing knowing his size is probably imposing enough.

Ryan can I get comfortable now.. being ape real itchy.

*LJ scratches himself. *

After Ryan puts the inhabitants at ease Sean asks

"When will we be visiting the sept to get our instructions for being here? Also is the spirit realm peaceful here at your home?"

Shadowclaw paid the bill from the dinner and he didn't even grumble about being the only one who bothered to bring any money out of those waiting in the diner or complain that Lockjaw ate for three people. He actually spoke only a few words at most, which was unusual for him to say the least. Normally the Ragabash always had something to say. He responded to Lockjaw's offer of food with simple Thanks and accepted it. He ate it a lot faster then normally, hoping that food will help him think about something else then his recent Wyrm Frenzy. Sean's offer seemed useful. Perhaps he could make him something to help with that? He will keep it in mind.

Then they finally rode in style to their temporary new home. A sad Lovely place. was all the reaction he had to their surroundings. Normally he would be way more talkative, but his recent experience left him pretty drained mentally, emotionally and physically. And he finally wanted to let this burden off his chest, preferably once the pack finally has a moment to themselves.

The family seems to be greatly calmed. The younger of the two girls even asks ryan,

"When are mommy and daddy coming back." Her voice is full of innocence loss pain and sorrow.

At this Ada comes across gathering up the two children she shakes her head at Ryan indicating that their parents will never come back, and says;

"Come girls lets go upstairs and read some stories."

Ada ushes the two girls upstairs. The rest of the family gives your pak some space accept Jimmy who starts pestering you ryan about being garou.

Having made good time in getting here you have a day to prepare as your Glasswalker contact isn't due to meet with you until tomorrow morning. Nancy funds a place you can buy truffles locally on the internet within drivable distance.  With couple of you fetching those the others prepare the garden for contacting your totem. Jimmy is fasinated and happy to help. By 1pm every thing is ready and you summon the great boar..

Ryan graciously answers the questions as they come up, answering anything that's not Litany breaking to tell him. He does keep the rules in mind when answering, though. And since some of his pack wanted to go Lupus. To the little girl who asks him when mommy and daddy are coming back, he says, "Close your eyes, and imagine their faces. When you think about them hard enough, you'll feel their love all around you." And that would have to do.

Take Lupus form outside, if you're going to. Remember, near human society, people are going to mistake Lupus for somebody's pet.

(OOC:I don't recall if it's legal to let Kinfolk see us shift, but if it is, I'll let Mr. Curious watch those shifting to Lupus do so)
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Leafstorm entered the residence as respectfully as he could, accepting hands and offering his to others. He pays the most respects to the patriarch and matriarch of the family, feeling a closeness to Ada.

"I am thankful to you all for allowing us into your home."

To Ada, he says in Utkenna, "Thank you, grandmother." The kindship was obvious and it did not need to be spoken. In his heart he knew these were good people - kin - aiding in the fight against the Great Enemy.

He smiles at the children, sadness clouding his eyes for a second as they asked about their parents who would never return. Ryan's response was admirable and Leafstorm felt some respect grow for the silver fang.

I would very much like to change back to the form Gaia expects of me... even if that means being mistaken for the neighborhood mongrel, he adds the last part with a bit of a smile and makes his way to the pond out back.

With Marcus leading the ritual your boar totem soon manifests it's self. It hasn't grown much since it first came to you at the moot but as you offer up your gifts and strength you see it's tusks grow visibly longer and it's size neigh on doubles. It is pleased with your offering and now speaks to you all.

"My young ones I thank you for this homage it is good. Together we will strike a deep blow to the blight that corrupts this city and know I will be with you."

The boar goes especially to shadowclaw who is battling with the humiliation of his rage internally.

"Little one take solis that your pack was there and guide that rage from that humiliation into this war for then the silver tusks will be triumphant."

Goring the air and snorting loudly the now huge boar Shouts

"SilverTusks! SilverTusks!"

Before running into the bushes vanishing. And for the first time that day Jimmy is speachless...

Leaf Storm's ears perk up as the Boar materializes and manifests the gifts bestowed upon it by the team. His heart fills with joy and purpose as it reminds them of their journey and the battles to be fought.

Truly the day is good, brothers and sister. Victory and honor.

As the Boar disappears, he is filled with a renewed purpose and vigor.
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While Boar is there Sean offers up a point of his gnosis to him in thanks for his words. This is a personal thing and he doesn't feel the need to let the others know of it.

Ryan could see how big the Totem's grown. They've put a lot of effort into him, and his size and power reflects that.

"You honor us always with your presence."

Nancy witnessed the rite with muted rapt attention.  She smiled happily as their gifts were received, watching the change take place.

Caught in the stirring words and rising mood she couldn't help but pump one small fist in time as her voice joined the great Boar's.  "SilverTusks! SilverTusks!"

As the daylight begins to end and dusk comes Sean goes out to the backyard to the high point of the rocks at the ponds edge. In the light of the fading sunset he exercises practices, always practicing his kalindo. Once the sun has set and it is dark outside he feels safe enough from the threat of unwanted onlookers to practice his shape changing forms of kalindo.

After about an hour and a half of practice he heads back to the house to shower, eat dinner, and just spend time with his pack and the family that welcomed him in their home.