"I knew you wouldn't be up to the challenge Ryaaann!" Taunts Niel the shadowlord.

[Secret to Sean Selmetzi: From what you have seen so far you could rightly assume the following.
Is the dumb Giant.
His albino apearance gives his inbread heritage away.
Seems to be the quiet alpha, that the alpha shadowlord is addressing.
By process of elimination this would be the nerd. ]

Sean approaches Ryan and says,

"you are the alpha of the pack correct"

Then waits patiently for Ryan to answer.

Not waiting a response from his alpha, L.J. loses his shiznit. Seeing red he begins to move toward Niel becoming a combat hulk.

13:21, Sun 12 Oct 2014: Lock Jaw rolled 7 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((9,4,8,7,10,8,8,6,4)).

(changing to crinos instantly)

"ME SMASH MOTHER-F*@KER!"

He says in his heavily broken russian accent.
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Sean rushes lock jaw shifting to lupus instantly and attempts to use unbalance to knock him off his feet before he reaches the shadowloard

Spend 1 willpower for 1 automatic success
23:51, Sat 11 Oct 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 10 successes using 10d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 6, rerolling 10s ((2,9,6,7,6,6,10(+7),8,10(+5),9)).

Then says
"Calm your rage before you cause dishonor to yourself and your pack or cause an even worse fate"
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There is a streak of fur, as a wolf dashes out, from the sidelines. Getting under Lock Jaw's feet and sending him tumbling to the ground before he is more than a few paces onto the field. This brings laughter from not only Niels pack, but some of the crowed as well.

"HAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHHAAAAHAHAHAAAA! Common Ryan, hows about that game of sticks or do you need your clumsy oaf to try to fight for you. He can't even get onto the field without falling!" Says Niel holding his belly laughing at Lock Jaw.
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Ryan at first attempted to circle above it, exercising the wisdom of the ancient kings, flying above it as an eagle would above lowly crows. But then he crossed a line and brought his pack into it. Yes, he didn't try to avenge his pack sister...because Elders directly ordered him not to do so just yet. His tribe was rather big on those who give orders first learning to take them from appropriate sources.

"Is this this the best you can do? Using the tragedy of the loss of one of Gaia's children to further your own small ends? Very well! If a challenge is what you desire, you shall have it. Not for my own sake, for that matter, but the sake of the sister whose memory you toy with. Let us see if you can back up such words!"

Ryan advanced on Neil...with all the grace and bearing of an angered king. Oh, sure, he was only a prince just now, but in his desire to teach this fool a lesson, his regal bearing is even more notable then usual.

"I will join you that you may have enough to play the game"
Sean says to ryan as he offers a hand to help lock jaw up.
Then says looking at Neil.
"And to teach this one humility so he will know not to prey on the emotions of the loss of a fellow wolf to the wyrm"
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19:02, Wed 15 Oct 2014: Lock Jaw failed (1 failure) using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 6 ((2,3,1,1,9)).


Leaping clumsily to his feet LJ tries to grab this newcomer without thinking (not that he thinks much anyway) but fails to grab the quick intruder, growling his frustration as people laugh he prepares to decimate this foolish garou that would interfere with him destroying Niel.

Sean retains his calm demeanor and says "COME angry one I play the game of sticks with your pack and together we will beat this one on the field in the proper challenge presented. Do not let his taunting so quickly send you into a blind rage for then you loose focus of yourself and your surroundings and to do that in a battle aginst the wyrm could mean disaster."

TO STORYTELLER: from my observation does their seem to be a beta

OOC: Marcus from reading am I correct to assume you are the beta although I don't know any of the stuff that was in the past in character

Marcus arose from his meditations, rising up into his pure white breed form as he did. He stalked over to the game field, irritation and frustration stunting his movements heavily. Neil's cruel words had cut into him, his grief still fresh, but he didn't want to give the miserable worm the satisfaction.

His eyes locked on Sean and narrowed behind his eyes, then went on to survey the rest of the game field.

"He stole a packmate from us, and now you want to play his game Ryan? He is baiting us. Is this what it takes for you to care at all about us?" He spat over their mental link.

Marcus went to Lockjaw's side, growling heavily at Sean as he stood protectively over his packmate.

OOC: Nope. Marcus is the Omega.

"I do not mean any disrespect i to know the sting of loss i was sent here pack-less guided by the stars to fight aginst the wyrm i was given a profecy by my elders that said i would find my pack that goes as such " you will find a pack that will compete in a game of stick ball and will fight with the ferocity of a boar without you they will lose with you they will be assured a win" now i must ask does your pack follow the totem of the boar"

Ryan was getting himself and his team organized. It wasn't until the other Garou took an interest in the challenge that Ryan answered it. Ryan was willing to contemplate his grief silently till then. But since Neil's making an issue of it, he has to answer the challenge now. The ways of respect demand it.

First, over the link...

"My grief is exactly why I ignored him as long as I could. The only reason we backed off the BSDs is because Elders directly ordered us to. We, as Cliaths, simply aren't high enough up in the hierarchy to ignore direct orders from the top like that. Even if what they ordered us to do hurts...even if it goes against our nature...we must still follow those orders. At least till we get high enough up to disagree with an elder. But we aren't there yet. However, the rest of the Sept is watching now, and I can no longer let the game and the challenge go unanswered. Too many others are watching. Glory and Honor both are important, if ever we wish to gainsay those who ordered us away from revenge. Always consider the long haul...it may be years before we can question the elders, but we will someday have that right...and then we may exercise it. In the meantime, fall in! We've got a game to win...and remember what I said about honor and glory. To reach the true goal, we must complete these lesser ones. Even when they seem like nonsense, or are perpetrated by one who clearly has never felt a wound. But he will someday...and he will not be laughing then."

Having relayed all that in the space of thoughts, he, physically at least, takes up the place of challenge, and prepares to beat some sense into the fool who knows no respect.

To the new guy offering to help...

"Yes, I'd appreciate your assistance. I'm glad you too have decided that disrespecting the dead deserves severe consequences."

Severe consequences is more directed at Neil.

Despite his feelings, Marcus gave Sean one more hard look before walking over to grab some game equipment.

"Dress it up however you want. You wanted to run to the Elders when Boar called us to battle instead of listening to your Totem. And you didn't listen to me when we came to the barn. Some things matter more then Rank or Renown Ryan. Maybe next time you will do what is right rather then do what you are told. "

He tested one of the game sticks, then looked over each of Neil's pack, taking stock of each one. He didn't care about this game, but hurting someone sounded just perfect though.

Sean goes and rummages through the equipment. He thinks about his days of training with his kalindo master with the stick and uses that along with his keen intellect to pick the best equipment available in the pile. He then steps out into the field and prepares for the match.

Sean steps out onto the field and as soon as all are on the field before the game gets underway

Sean performs STORM DANCE

Sean rolls manipulation + kalindo
19:27, Wed 15 Oct 2014: Sean Selmetzi rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 7 ((8,5,2,4,10,6)).
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Directed Storm Dance toward a packmate of Neil's then looks at Neil and says.

"I have only recently arrived here and already kept this wolf"

I point at lock jaw.

" from uncontrollably releasing his beast on you which is what you are trying to in site is to have the litany broken and still you cannot shut your son of a whore mouth, you have cause great shame to yourself, your pack, and the sept by acting in the manner in which you have acted at the loss of a fellow Garou"

" I put this to the ritemaster if you loose at stick ball you should recieve the satire rite or the rite of ostrizime which ever the sept leader and ritemaster agree on for your transgressions"
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14:16, Today: Storyteller, for the NPC Niel and Pack, rolled 4 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed system with a target of 7. Resisting Storm-Dance.

Seeing the "impressive" dance.. Niels whole pack bursts out laughing again..

"What are you trying to do Boogie us to death?" Says the member whom the dance was directed at.

The madness barely controlled, his eyes blood shot and the anger still seething through him. LJ gets control of himself using his immense will. Then storms over to the equipment, rifling through it tossing away stick after stick. He finally stands tall, having chosen none of the "puny" sticks. He scans the area for an appropriate stick to use.

OOC: Is there a stick that would suit LJ's awesome size and strength somewhere near by the ones in the pile are all too small?

OOC: Um.. Ok.. Some spectators are sitting on an 9 foot log that is 24" in diameter. Will that do?

Ignoring who ever may be sitting on the log LJ Strides with purpose to the log and tests it's weight swinging it like a baseball bat if he can.

OOC: I can pickup and use up too 1200lb without a roll. Can I use the log as my stick?

Yeah why not the end with the roots is 24" the other end is 12" (an uprooted birch tree from the previous summer so not green wood) and it weighs 700lb so yes you can use it as your stick.

Leaf Storm: You are on the sidelines having traveled here from Arazona, currently you are part of no pack and are looking to find a group that you would fit into.

Shadowclaw: You are also on the sidelines from the racoon ring you had high hope for this war.. When Niels pack arrived you thought at last a pack worthy of your skills but Niel spurned you casting you away like a useless cur, you are also with out a pack for the coming war.

Both of you are sitting on a log watching Niel goad a visiting pack into a game. When a giant of a garou filled with anger, comes over and just takes your log from under you both.

"so shall we begin this game of cat and mouse"

Shadowclaw watched the ensuing confrontation with a mix of amusement and keen interest. It was certainly fascinating to see all the emotions run wild and trying to guess their reactions before they happened.

Niel refused to accept him into their pack when he asked. His loss, as Shadowclaw told him nonchalantly himself, when that fool started his poor attempt at mockery. And he certainly showed himself quite foolish. While the litany would have been broken if that monstrous hulk attack him, Niel would now be in tiny little pieces if that other werewolf didn't stop him. He really needed some tutoring in proper insults, this was just silly. Then again, not many non-Ragabash Garou were particularly good at that delicate art anymore, as Niel himself demonstrated.

It was for the better that he didn't join Niel's pack, because if this is how he really was then he won't live much longer. Especially in a tribe such as Shadow Lords were, which tended to be more... subtle in it's dealings. Niel just seemed determined to make himself as much enemies as possible, for no real reason.

Then again, that other pack didn't seem that much better. A dumb muscle monster that seemed to have a great difficulty controlling his temper wasn't the only thing amiss, as they seemed quite divided among themselves, if those emotions and anger directed at their alpha and that stranger who offered to join them in their game.
Thinking about it, they seemed to need someone like him. Yes, that could work. Maybe this could be a great opportunity?

Perfect pack they weren't, but he had no illusions of finding one, much less one which would accept a Cliath. He had to start somewhere, as all did. Besides, he shouldn't be too picky right now. There were many opportunities to gain in a war and having  pack was crucial for that.

Seeing that muscle man head over to him, Shadowclaw was kinda confused what he did to deserve his attention and instead of waiting he decided to greet him in advance to get this over with. Standing up from the log he made a few steps forward, ready to start "making friends".

Hey there. he smiled at the massive werewolf, only to find that his object of interest wasn't him, but the very log he and one other Garou were sitting on, as he now took it instead of those "normal sized sticks". Not really fit to hit the ball with, but more then enough to hit Niel with.

Yeah, that should be about the right size to stick inside Niel's ass. Though I am afraid that space is already more then occupied. Shadowclaw commented, before turning to that lordly looking man who was obviously their alpha.

Anyway, you are still missing a few players to make this even. And even though Niel is just trying to stage a show to feed his fragile little ego, let's try to make this a serious game, shall we? I'll join you.

I case they won't mind, Shadowclaw takes a normal sized stick and turns into his Crinos form, going to the field.

That honorless bag of shit dares to talk in this way about a fellow Garou who sacrificed herself in a fight against the Wyrm and insults her packmates minutes after she was laid to rest? What did this world come to? Such disrespect must be punished.
While he didn't know this Niel or his pack from before, the way he presented himself here spoke volumes. No honor in that one, he would spit upon the memory of a heroic death just to accomplish his goals. This definitely wasn't something he expected to find here when the elders of Uktena sent him here from Arizona to make a name for himself in this war. Blood of the greatest Uktena heroes coursed through his veins and now it was time for him to prove he was worthy of such a legacy. And putting idiots like this in their place certainly seemed worthy to him. The big one took the log he was sitting on from right under him, but that was of no consequence, since he was already standing up anyway. Ignoring the brute with his oversized stick, the muscular cherokee man made his way to alpha of the pack. Obviously his bloodline was as impressive as the Silver Fang alpha, as could be clearly seen, when compared side by side. I'll play with you. Let's put this scum to his place and show others what happens to scum that taints the name of those who fell in battle. It was obvious that he wouldn't accept (or expect) any protests, if there were any and already made his way to the field, stick in hand. Changing to crinos form enroute, his fur coloring looked just like that of the red wolves, as was common among Uktena purebreeds.