In reply to Lock Jaw (msg # 31):

LockJaw, You whine out loud as a wolf, scaring a away a pigeon that was in the bushes near by.

OOC: I thought that Brainaphone is in Itallics?

"Hello Marcus welcome back. I think we will need you to read some things soon as well. But first, anyone else is hungry? I guess we should eat before go out" She trusted the instinct of her wolf brother, indeed they should eat now, maybe they won't be able to do that for a while.
She put the list togather and ordered and paid the food in advance with her credit card.

++Bro, your food will be there in 30 minu.. I mean it will be there soon.++

It was a good opportunity as well to turn away her focus from the dark thoughts. Eating was always fun.
The alpha will decide what to do. Being a beta was cool sometime.

At the mention of food he is there. He runs accross the park keeping to the bushes and undergrowth. If any of the two legs see him they see little more then a flash of grey fur disapearing into the undergrowth. He soo reaches the pack.

"Food did someone say food?"

He sits on his haunches tounge lolling out the side of his mouth.

"So when we go to this Chicago?"

The day passes slowly due to the anticipation felt by the whole pack. But finally the time comes to meet Little mother at the fountain. The mood could only be electrafying as finally you all either take your first steps on the road to death or to the stuff ledgens are made of. Heading to the Fountain you see little mother swirling the waters before her she looks up and smiles her teeth yellow with age but still in good condition.

"Ahh youngens the way is clear for you step into the waters, The children of the shadowlord have already left the wonderous Mera just waits for you."

Mr. Fox nodded.

"Thank you."

Once his pack was gathered and the bridge was opened, he wasted no time entering that he might get where he was going.

Marcus fell in line with his pack, barely restraining the nervous energy in his muscles. They were going to a new Caern, traveling on Luna's holy roads to destiny. He had never gone so far home before and the excitement was overwhelming. Marcus was still anxious about going to war, but he couldn't deny his curiosity about seeing this new Sept.

"Thank you Mother, and you great Mera!" Marcus called, then tried to steel his gut for the journey.

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Jumping into the fountain with the exsuberance of a cub Lock Jaw follows his pack.

"Oh happy days! We go to WAR! brothers and Sisters! May the long sleep soon come to our enemies!" Says Lockjaw to his pack.

The Ahrouns battle spirit flares with passion, excitement and joy. He is a Get of Fenris through and through.

When you each submerge your heads beneath the water the Luminesent glow of the moon gides your path. You seem to swim for no more than 10 meters before your heads once again break the surface and you find yourselves in a wier on what could be farm land. You hear the bleeting of sheep in the night and the hooting of an owl in the distance. More stars dot the sky. You are definatly no longer in central park.


You climb the muddy banks leaving the water and cresting the bund that surounds the wier you have just exited you see that you are in farm land. The area around you is lit up by the silvery light of the moon. You see lights in the windows of the farm houses to the north and east. Between you and the farm houses are fields of sheep. To the north, east and south are muddy fields recently plowed. Two recently used dirt roads pass on the west and south sides of the wier comming together to form a single rooad heading south to a gate in a 15 foot high chainlink fence, they are muddy and the air is fresh like it has rained recently. To the west and south west is a wild untamed forest of birch pine and oak trees, bordered by the 15 foot high chain link fence. The sounds of the night and the wild assail you. To the south east past the gate in the chainlink fence you can see fires burning through the trees and the sound of singing wafts on the wind from that direction.
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Without further adieu, Ryan said, "That way."

And he headed with the rest of his pack towards their destination.

When it was time for protocol for approaching a Caern to be followed, he'd approach it with all due respect.

Shai followed her packmates silently, her bow and a quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder.  She smiled slightly at Lock Jaw's excitement as she ducked under the water.  She was glad to be off, not because she shared the Get's enthusiasm for war, but because she hated inaction.

Having grown up stuck halfway between, Shai had never really gotten a good grasp on appropriate behaviors for one form or another; when she clambered onto the shore, she shook herself much as she would have in lupus form, flinging drops of water.  After checking her weapons, she nodded and followed Ryan's lead.

(*Assuming that "that way" means to the gate in the chainlink fence*)

A number of cars can be seen parked along the road leading up to the gate under and around trees. As you aproach within 100 yards of the gate a human steps from befind a tree she carries an M16 assult rifle and a granade launcher.She waits, ready for action as you approach. When you are in speaking range but not attack range, she says;

"Hold!"Names? Pack? Sept?"

This woman is beautiful standing at 5'9" she definately has some amerind blood running through he veins. She speaks with confidence.

Ryan makes all appropriate introductions and follows all appropriate protocols. Which is only to be expected from a Fang, who's had all of that sort of thing drilled into him from his first Change.

Marcus had drawn in a breath, more then ready to do a Howl of Introduction, but blew it out as their Alpha handled it. That nervous energy filled him again as he looked every which way and around. A new Caern! New Garou coming together for this holy cause...it was glorious just to have come this far.

He reigned in his curiosity about it all to focus inward on the spiritual links that bound them together.

"Does anyone know any of the Garou here? Perhaps they have chosen a Wyrmfoe for the assault. Is that who we are reporting to?" He asked everyone.

Spitting upon the ground;

"We know Niel, but I would as soon as rip that slugs head off..."

The lady raises an eyebrow at Lock Jaws action, then shaking her head slightly introduces her self.

"I am Terry. Welcome to the Raccoon ring. Wait here and I will fetch the elders."

She turns and heads off to the camp fires. Soon she returns with a very countrified old man dressed in stained overalls and a young fellow with long blond hair and the garb of a motorcycle gang member.the respectivly introduce themselves;

"I is Floyd "Hlemlock" Moore a shadow lord old one of the raccoon ring" The elder drawls in a thick country accent.

"And I am Lamar "Needles" Graham, a bone gnawer philodox from chicago. Welcom to the war. We'll introduce you to the others that have arrived so far. You have already met Terry, Floyds grand daughter. Come meet the others." Says the young charismatic biker, as he leads your pack toward the burning fires. Leaving Terry to continue guarding the gate.
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Ryan Fox went through the introductions, introducing himself, Ryan Fox, as Alpha of this pack, the Silver Tusk as the Pack, and the sept they're from, with all due pomp and circumstance.

(OOC:Vague? Sure, but that's because I want to sound more impressive then I can probably type.)

Taking you past  the tree line theat hides the Raccoon ring from view, you all get your first glimse of the Caern. The Ring of the Raccoon is a large grassy circle approximately 70 yards in diameter. It is surounded by large oak trees. At the center of the clearing is a 10 foot high stone statue of a raccoon. The Raccoon is the septs totem spirit. Currently a large number of tents, and more Garou than any of you have see before fill the clearing. This must be a big deal to have so many garou in the one place. At rough count there are over 50 garou. They sit around 7 camp fires.

Your guides first take you all to the largest of the fires around this fire sit only the shadowlords, niel and his pack are among them. As you aproach Niel speaks to one of the elder garou siting by the fire. The elders eyes weigh up your pack as you aproach.  "Hemlock" introduces you to a muscula brlack haired man with greying hair at his temples, his eyes beget a deep cunning intelegence, on his left hand his pinky finger sits at an odd angle.

"Broken claw-rhya and my fosteren "Dark striders", I present the Silver Tusks from the sept of the green in new york."

Broken Klaw nods but doesn't speak. Insead the elder that Niel spoke to decides to comment.

"Broken claw-rhya, these children are here but to get a little experiance from their elders they are not the true war party from the sept of the green that honor goes to Niel and the Night crawlers presented to you earlia this eve. Though I am sure that the silver tusks will provide excelent support. To one of the minor missions."

Again Broken Klaw plays his cards close to his chest simply nodding. Hemlock-Rhya hurries you onward before the friction and slight given by the elder shadow lord can escalate.

He moves you to another fire where he introduces you to the Eagle claws, and Snaping turtles two packs primarly made up of wendigo and Uktena Garou. The next fire has theurges debating the spiritual nature of the world. While 3 Gilliards play instraments and practice singing ledgends of old for the comming moot.

From fire to fire you are taken. Introduced to Bone gnawers, children of gia, stargazers, Ahrouns, Lupuses and homids. You meet fifty garou over the next half an hour. They come from all walks of life tribes and places. Once the introductions are done Lamar shows you to an area you can set up your camp and rest your heads safely for who would be crazy enough to attack so many garou.

This evening gives you all a chance to meet others of your kind. You find out a great moot will be held tomorrow night probably the largest for more than 200 years. Elders will recount the greatest of ledgends and great ballards will be sung. Over the next 3 hours 29 more garou arrive.

Laughing fury spends much time talking to a group of Fiana that are camped by another fire. in an hour she returns to your camp and moves directly up to Ryan.

"Ryan-rhya, I am sorry but I must leave my pack. I have spoken to those of my tribe that are here. The elders here have said I must run with my tribe, it is my duty. They would ensure that I would be poorly viewed and lose much honor if I didn't sing and fight with them. It is for this reason that for the duration of this war I must recsind my position in the pack. I am sorry."

Laughing fury bows her head in sorrow infront of her pack mates. But not giving Ryan a chance to say no she turns and slinks away to join her tribe at their fire. You all see Niel standing just inside the firelight of the Fianna fire, where Laughing fury has slunk. He is off to one side under a tree talking with one of the Fianna elders. He is smiling maniacly in your direction, taking great joy in seeing the silver tusks lose a valuable member. Once Laughing Fury has left your pack, Niel nods to the Fiana elder as though some pact has been completed. He gives her something wrapped in skins, tied with silver laced twine. With a final grinning glare, full of malice for your pack, niel returns to the Shadowlord fire.

By this time it is late and your pack less one turns in for the night.

As you all sleep, all of you dream a similar dream. Though the back-ground differs all of you see dark eyes approach from the distance as. They close on you, and you can identify a set of huge ivory tusks of a grand silver backed Dire boar of old. It is highly aggitated flicking it's head from side to side. With a snort it turns and runs from you.

Intofocus comes a large red building with big double doors that stand slightly ajar within is only darkness and the dire boar runs straight for that blacknes. The boar disapears through the giant double doors of the blood red building. As you stare at the darkness within the ajar doors you feel watched by a mind freezing insanity and depravity. It is this insane gaze that causes you all to wake from your dream in a cold sweat.

[Secret to Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter): Marcus the "Dire Boar" speaks and you can understand your totems speach. My pigletts it hurts me that one of you has strayed, we must harden ourselves to that loss for the enemy watches. They are counting your numbers as if you were chickens in a coup. But you are not chickens waiting for the slaughter follow me and we will show these foxes they stalk wolves. They hide in the red building over yonder from whence the sun rises. Come follow me to battle and let us show them their folly, and bring glory to the Silver tusks. With a snort the Dire boar runs off toward the red building in the east with the double doors. ]
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After all the introductions had completed and things began to wind down, Marcus joyfully sought out any of his Sisters and wished them each victory and honor in the upcoming conflict. When given the chance, he spoke highly of his Pack and of the goings on at the Sept of the Green. He also made a point to introduce himself to eldest Theurge at the Raccoon Ring, and see if there were any protocols or preparations he could help with before the Moot Rite was enacted.

Laughing-Fury's sudden departure stung him in a way he hadn't felt before, the blow only deepened when he could feel Boar's disappointment in his soul. Marcus felt a little lost, that she would leave them on the eve of their greatest mission. Perhaps it was best, maybe it was good for her to be with her Tribe now. Whatever role the Shadowlords seemed to play in her leaving left a very sour taste in his mouth though.

After the fever dream broke, Marcus shot awake in his Breed form, claws sprouting as he readied to lash out at invisible attackers. The Fox rose up in him as he looked all around, making sure that the others hadn't left, that his pack was still there with him. Only when he saw everyone else there did he start to calm. Marcus licked his dry lips and sat down on his haunches, breathing deeply to calm his racing heart.

"Boar speaks to me. He is...angry about Laughing Fury, but still wishes to warn us. Warn us that...something is hunting our brothers and sisters. Cowardly creatures strike from the shadows, from the blood house in my dreams. He wants us to go...right now, to stop them!" He quickly informed everyone.

Marcus then concentrated on the jumbled painful image, trying to learn exactly what Boar was trying to tell them.

OOC: Intelligence + Enigmas to decipher the vision and learn more information?


18:41, Wed 10 Sept 2014: Marcus (Gaia's Fire Fighter) rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6 ((4,3,10,6)).

Half waking from his dream of the great boar. Feeling the darknesses from the red building, Lock Jaw does the only thing he knows, he fights back! Becomming a huge crinos beast, one of the bigest any of you would have seen he roars his fury before he even realises it was a dream. The defening sound would wake others that may have been sleaping and it is only by luck that he gathers his wits before hurting someone.

"RRRRAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

Still in Crinos form and ignoring those he has woken, and taking in what marcus says. Lockjaw looks to Ryan, the alpha of the pack for leadership.

"Ryan-rhya. Boar calls us to deffend our brothers and sisters. Lets us rend the enemy with our claws destroying them!"

Ryan had a lot to deal with. First, the Totem was calling them to war...but even so, the Shadow Lords were...being Shadow Lords, and sabotaging his pack. It wasn't enough for them to focus on older packs, oh no, they had to hit the Cliath packs while they could. And insult them while they were at it. He could see the Fianna elders taking a bribe, apparently, from the Shadow Lords. Their dishonorable behavior wouldn't fly...but he'd have to call them out later, once he'd spoken to the elder philodoxes around here. He was sure some rules got violated, he wasn't sure which. Niel's behavior wouldn't go unnoticed...and if the Fianna elder got shamed in the process, well, such was the result of taking bribes.

But...later...

"We're going to do exactly that. Now get out of the war form, the enemy isn't near enough to need it yet. I have seen some political maneuvering, and some people are going to be very sorry they dealt in bribery. But that'll have to wait for the Moot."

Meanwhile...it was time to go hunting down the elder philodoxes. If one of the arden or elder philodoxed is another Fang, so much the better.

Nancy was happy to woke up, she always hated to sleep, as she would be able to use this time much more efficient, but what she hated the most to have a nightmare.
She was happy to her the explanations of her pack mates as she was almost sure she ate something bad the day before..

"Marcus, do you think what we saw had other meanings, like the gates and the place?
If that door was real then maybe it will not be hard to find it.

Alpha, I suggest to not do anything this time, you should consider the rank of the elders, you have no right to challenge them. Proving anything will be very hard without a hard proof, speaking dishonorable about them will gave them one more ace to push us deeper.
I suggest to fight with them in other time, when we know what is their motivation. Until we should collect information and be very careful to not show them any weakness."

In the mean time she did not wasted her time and started to run a search based on what she saw in the dream. She did not cared of the colors, more the shapes, markings and the possible size. Colors of red could have different meaning.
She was of course was interested what the others could tell me about this dream.


OOC: Nancy has Eidetic Memory, she try to search on the databases.
-2 TN due to computer appitude.

17:50, Today: Nancy Pride rolled 3 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness 2nd ed system with a target of 6. search for the door and the building computer.

The voices of his pack started to clear his head, from Ryan's protectiveness to Nancy's cool deductions, and Lockjaw's great inspiring fury. He forced himself to shift down into his Lupus form, shaking out his bleached white fur, then looked to everyone.

"It is the barn...East of where we arrived I think. Boar's fury obscured the image, but I think we need to move quickly. I think he means there are spies hidden in there right now!" He urged with a quick chuff.

"If there is an enemy we have to stay to protect the Moot.
Not to mentioned we are bounded to participate in it. This is our duty.

I will check that bar..."

OOC: She focused her search on that bar.
How far it is? Is it possible to go there and be back before the Moot?
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