Looks like he's in luck. He's got about 5 good matches left.

Looking for the closest burnable item, Charging Bear moves towards it as quickly and quietly as he can manage.

OOC:
09:46, Today: Charging Bear rolled 4,12 using 1d4+2,1d6+2, rerolling max with rolls of 2,(6+4)10. Stealth (+2 Woodsman).
Fate Chips: White, Red, Blue

Charging Bear is lucky. The whirling swarm of crow manitou seem entirely uninterested in him, enough so that he's able to reach the giant pile of kindling in the center of the charnal scene unmolested. The bonfire stack looms before him, smelling of wood and lamp oil and despair, a giant mass of kindling just waiting for a spark to bloom into flame.

The native son takes a pair of matches and attempts to strike them. Should that actually work, he'll try to get the bonfire started again in a possible rather vain attempt to stop the murder of crow manitou from causing the poor souls any more distress.

The crow swarms screech as the pile of oil-soaked wood bursts into eerie blue flame at the touch of Charging Bear's match. The swarm takes wing, circling above the grisly tableau. It probably won't last...once their surprise wears off, they'll likely return to pecking at the crucified. But it gives Charging Bear enough time to free one or two of them before the swarm returns.

Charging Bear looks about quickly for a tool to help release the crucified souls. When/if he finds something he begins to go about the task.

OOC:
14:17, Today: Charging Bear rolled 1,5 using 1d6,1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,5. Notice.

As Charging Bear searches around the hillside, he notices one of the souls drop from the wheel it was nailed to, then another, then a third. Something is happening to loosen them from their bonds without Charging Bear's help...

But it's not going very quickly, and the birds are starting to collect themselves again. Charging Bear finds a claw hammer...that should help pulling out the nails on the souls that remain.

((OOC: To figure out what's going on, make a Knowledge (Occult) check. To remove a soul from one of the wheels without harming it further, make a Strength -2 check.)

OOC: Oh why not
15:22, Today: Charging Bear rolled 2,14 using 1d4,1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,(6+6+2)14. Know (Occult).
nice!!!

Something must be happening in the worlds, Charging Bear realizes. This place is a refection of the horror Itza-chu perpetrated...things here affect the world, and vice versa. Someone must be acting on the other side to pull down the captives. That means the Dust Adder must have won his fight with Itza-Chu.

If Charging Bear frees people here, it might help the Dust Adder free people on the other side...

But what does that mean about the bonfire he just set?

"Not much I can do about that blaze here..." mutters the native son as he makes the connection between where he is and the physical world. Charging Bear goes about trying to help free the souls.

((OOC: Getting one of the souls down without hurting it further is a Strength -2 Check))

OOC:
13:08, Today: Charging Bear rolled -1,0 using 1d8-2,1d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 1,2. Strength (-2 GM).
I'll burn my white chip.
13:08, Today: Charging Bear rolled 5,2 using 1d8-2,1d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 7,4. Strength (-2 GM) FC.

Fate Chips: White, Red, Blue

((OOC: There is one male and three female spirits. The male looks like he's one of the Dust Adders, the women look like dance hall girls, though there's something odd about them. Which spirit is Charging Bear pulling down?))

OOC: Ladies first naturally.

Charging Bear reaches the nearest woman and begins pulling her down. She cries out as the nails are removed from her arms, and flops limply into Charging Bear's arms. "So weak..." she murmurs. "so...thirsty...please...let me have a drink...just a few drops..." She begins kissing Charging Bear's neck...then bites down hard.

((OOC: Vampire Dance hall girl, yay! She attempts a Touch attack against Charging Bear to regain her strength. Since she's not at powerful as, say, Jenny or Marina, this attack won't do any damage, just Fatigue.

10:18, Today: Vampires! rolled 6 using 1d6+2, rerolling max with rolls of 4. she bites! That's a hit. CB, roll Vigor or suffer a level of Fatigue.))

"No good dead..." Charging Bear says as he pushes the ravenous vampire away. "How bout you stop trying to hurt the guy's saving you, huh?"

OOC: 13:55, Today: Charging Bear rolled 5,4 using 1d8,1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,4. Vigor.
That'll keep 'em alive!
Fate Chips: White, Red, Blue

"Please..." she whimpers. She collapses as Charging Bear shoves her away. "Please...I need something...I can help you, and I swear I mean no harm...but I'm hurt, and thirsty...I need it to heal myself...please! I only need a little. Just half a pint. Please!"

"I'm kind still using it right now miss." Charging Bear replies, taking a few steps away from the hungry hungry vampiress

"Please..." the vampire girl moans. "I can help you...it doesn't have to be your blood...if you could just bring me one of the crows, that could tide me over...please!"

Speaking of the crows, they're beginning to descend again...

"Not sure you want to have a bit of these birds... I've a feeling nothing good would come of it." The native son leaves the vampiress for a moment to try and help another soul down.

OOC:
15:43, Today: Charging Bear rolled 3,-1 using 1d8-2,1d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 5,1. Strength (-2 GM).
15:43, Today: Charging Bear rolled 0,2 using 1d8-2,1d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 2,4. Strength (-2 GM) FC.

Fate Chips: White, Red, Blue

((OOC: What other soul are you helping? Theres two more women (both of whom look a lot like the vampire you just rescued) and a dark-skinned Dust Adder who isn't moving much.))

OOC: The adder... just realized I should have just burn my red chip for a +d6... ugh

((OOC: Go ahead and roll the d6.))

OOC:
13:37, Today: Charging Bear rolled 3 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3. Red Chip.
3 + 3 = 6

Charging Bear is able to free the trapped man. he looks up at Charging Bear. "Please don't hurt me none." he says, a tear leaking down his dark face. "I don't think I could bear no mo' hurt."