[Wyrmbreaker] (*sweeps under rug*)
[Wyrmbreaker] e. chomp again! -9 splits.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (GAH!!!)
[Grace] [str2+hispo3+hispobite2+1= 8, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[End Transmission] [Second Split! same as last, -3 for split!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[End Transmission] From the outset, this was always going to be an unfair fight. One Ahroun up against three of his fellow Garou? One another Ahroun, another a Ragabash that fought like a Full Moon and a No Moon Fostern. It didn’t look, as the trio closed ranks around the bristling Shadow Lord, as if it would take very long at all.
Even as battle-proven as Wyrmbreaker was, three fully healed Garou were going to be a challenge, even with the aid of a gift such as Spirit of the Fray behind him. Until Death makes her charge; the valiant Black Fury an awe-inspiring sight as she races to match herself against her tribal elder — but Lukas is ready for her and blasts her into motionless fear.
One down.
Two to go.
Curiously, it is the two Ragabash; the pack-mates united under Bear that circle around the Ahroun now. Face of Death, wily, cunning, seeks to flank the great black Hispo beast and sink her teeth into his hamstrings, but she is not quick enough to escape the deadly claws of the Shadow Lord; they rip into flesh and dig deep, tearing free of Wyrmbreaker and wounding badly the brave little Fenrir.
Then: the snarl of a Glass Walker No Moon as she lunges for her fellow Fostern and tears into his fur, claw and tooth digging deep as both attempt to penetrate the others flesh. Where Echo lands a deep hold, Lukas braces himself for it and denies her the lasting sting.
At the last; the Shadow Lord is bleeding from a bite delivered by End Transmission but still on his feet; still unswerving in his capacities as an Ahroun. It is the final bite from Joey that has the Full Moon toppling from his haunches — a devastating chunk of flesh and fur and tissue torn from his black pelt.
He falls; blood spilling.
Face of Death has felled him.
[End Transmission] (agh, not tribal elder. WTF me.)
[Wyrmbreaker] [hael plz]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] [moar]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] [and moar!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] A few moments tick by.
Then, as the last of the supernatural fear is trickling from Irene, the Shadow Lord stirs, still hispoformed, fumbling a gourd out of his pouch of talens.
Wounds seal. Another gourd. And another.
Then the Hispo is back on his feet, shaking blood from his fur like water from a dog. A few whuffs to catch the breath that a cloven-open side, masticated viscerae and punctured lungs stole from him; then the Ahroun sits on his haunches and lolls his tongue out at them.
“Again?”
You don’t learn without repetition, after all.
[Joss] “Damn. I always miss all the fun.”
It’s said with a chuckle as the Theurge Elder and Eagle Beta follows the tug of pack to enter the hanger, weaving around those bodies that fill the hanger, that spilled the blood that scents the air, eventually appearing by Curata’s side where she nudges his arm with her shoulder. “Who’s that?”
[Face of Death] The difference between the Joey Oliver that came to Chicago and the Fenrir warrior standing in the open hangar tonight is this: Joey from six months ago would have thought this was right. Of course she just delivered the final blow to a Fostern Ahroun, dropping him to the ground. She was just that fucking awesome. She would have taken all the credit, too.
But Joey knows this was a team effort. She knows that without Echo, Wyrmbreaker would have ripped the Fenrir apart. She’s seen him in battle, she knows how devestatingly powerful the Shadow Lord is. She also knows that a lot of this victory was luck.
Lukas heals himself, shakes himself off, asks to go again. On another night, perhaps, Joey would stay.
Instead, she shifts down to Homid, all blonde hair and blood splattered freckles. She grins up at the black wolf.
“I got patrols. Rain check?”
Whatever his response, Joey uses her arm warmers to soak up the worst of the blood on her face. Then she finds her coat and shrugs into it. She punches Echo in the shoulder as she passes by the Fostern of her moon, her sister.
And she takes her leave.
[End Transmission] The mottled brown and gray Glass Walker is sitting on her own haunches, bleeding lightly from several fresh wounds. She doesn’t seem too badly off however, as her maw is parted and her tongue hangs out as if she intended it to be a Hispo’s version of a grin. She was always grinning, this Ragabash, like a Hyena on the prairie.
She exchanges one long look with her sister, triumphant from the last round and then shakes her coat off.
“I will give you another go if you want, Full Moon.” She whuffs, her entire demeanor suggesting mirth.
[Until Death] Again?
The Hispo Fury regains her senses, the last vestiges of terror bleeding out of her like heat from a vent, and within milliseconds of that question leaving the Fostern’s throat, she is silently launching herself at him again.
[Face of Death] [and Joey’s out. Thanks for the play, everyone!]
[Curata] Curata can feel the familiar tug of pack as the weird Godi makes her way into the hangar. He looks away for a moment to regard her with a small nod, before his eyes are back on Grace and Nate. He seems to be taking a keen interest in this match, unlike the others that have been going on around him, missing out on seeing the victory of the No Moon Bears take down the Fostern Shadow Lord.
A hand pulls from his coat pocket, swinging that arm around the skinny shoulders of Joss to haul her up closer to his side in a light squeeze. He points with the other hand, “That is Grace. A Fianna cub, just met her. She’s fighting… Nate I think. There is a new Fury over there from what I have gathered this evening.”
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker is beginning to respond to Face of Death when his attention snaps away. He’s instantly on his feet, bristling as he faces the Fury that launches herself at him.
Perhaps there’s some lie to his goodnatured acceptance of defeat after all. Wyrmbreaker’s control is ironclad and uncanny, but his rage is strong, and his tribe is that of Thunder, which does not tolerate failure. He snarls terribly at Irene:
“Stand down, Cliath!”
And only if she does: “We fight with a third, or not at all. And after End Transmission-yuf is healed.”
To Curata and Joss: “Would either of you do me the honor of facing me in combat?”
[‘nother GB at Echo!]
[End Transmission] The rangy No Moon catches the gourd in her teeth and trots with it outside of the hanger. She crushes it carefully, and applies it once again to her wounds; lifting her muzzle after a moment to emit a long, lone howl at the sky; pulling in all the Rage she had just expended against the Fostern Shadow Lord.
In minutes, she is all but bounding back across the hanger toward the other Garou.
[Joss] She isn’t the largest of Garou, especially next to the newest Eagle, and as such snuggles easily under his arm during that quick hug. It’s nice to have affectionate packmates again. She nods as he points out Grace, and Nate, and then turns her head to find the new Fury – who launches herself at Lukas. A brow arches slightly, and then when he asks the question…
She laughs. And she looks up at Curata, her gaze sparkling with mirth and good humor, and something that strongly resembles glee. She is Fenrir after all. And thus, she pulls away, shedding her scarf and gloves and tossing them to the side.
“Have you EVER known me to back from a challenge, Wyrmbreaker?”
This? Will be fun.
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker shakes his head, a curiously human gesture on an entirely inhuman beast. “Not a challenge,” he specifies. “Training. You learn to fight in spontaneous groups. I learn to fight when outnumbered. We experiment and try and learn, and all gain something no matter the outcome.”
Once again, Wyrmbreaker doesn’t wait for a verbal ready, nor set terms. When the other three Garou are visibly prepared, combat begins.
[into PMs!]
[Word on the Street] And so a battle was declared between the Fianna Cub and the Gnawer Galliard. The Gnawer already battered and bruised from an earlier fight with his pack sister. The Cub young and enthusiastic about the impending fight…she had said it looked like fun.
They both faced off in their dire wolf forms, the young cub looking more impressive than the scungy cliath. Soon they were at each others throats biting and snarling as they rounded on each other trying to place the perfect attack.
The Gnawer had started out strong despite the injuries he took into the battle. His teeth tearing into the cubs torso as blood spattered his maw.
But it was evident the Fianna was the faster and smarter of the two of them, she was always the one to land the first blow, again and again she struck. Word on the Street however stood resolute against these blows.. he was a survivor… he would be standing till his last breath.
Soon after however the Fianna managed to land a strike.. then another.. then another. The cliath having to maintain the fight by digging deep and using his inner resolve to push himself….he wasn’t going to submit. He would fight.. he would always fight, as he managed to land another blow on Grace.
In one last bold move Word on the Street gained the upper hand, Grace exhausted and wounded doing all she could to avoid his attack. Unfortunately too slow as Word on the Street laid one last bite to bring her down. Standing now above her body, thoroughly exhausted….he shifts back to his breed form. Leaning down over her as he cracks the gourd over her body, letting the healing power soak into her.
(1Gns spent for GB on Grace – 4A healed )
[Joss] She snorts. “To a Fenrir, it is the same thing.” and then, with a bright grin, as she shifts to hispo, she growls. “Bring it on.”
[Wyrmbreaker] [just so you guys know, Wyrmbreaker has Resist Pain and Luna’s Armor active. he’s also patching on a bloody bandage this time ’round. he’ll wait if you want to activate any gifts/talens. then, inits!
+20]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
to End Transmission, Joss, Until Death
[Curata] Grace had asked him when he was going to join the fray. He has been waiting for the right opportunity. Wyrmbreaker presents it, asking if he wished to join. Joss is quick to accept the challenge of the fight, despite Lukas’ corrections.
The Fianna chuckles, pulling off his gloves and shrugging out of his jacket, intending to join this time. “I’m wi’ Joss, Wyrmbreaker.”
[Until Death] [+10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
to End Transmission, Joss, Wyrmbreaker
[End Transmission] [+10]
[Resist Pain still active!
Steel Fur still a go!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
to Joss, Until Death, Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker shifts wordlessly, his body language indicating that he now expects an onslaught from Curata as well.
[Until Death] [REEEEEMIIIIIX]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
to Curata, End Transmission, Joss, Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] (okay, we may as well drop out of PMs)
[End Transmission] [Re-roll!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Until Death] [WE’RE GOING STREAKING]
[Curata] 19+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Joss] resist pain active – while he’s waiting, she’ll activate trollskin too – that roll coming up first, than inits.
Sta + PU +hispo = 7d7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Joss] Inits + 9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Wyrmbreaker] [curata
lukas
irene
echo
joss
declare in reverse!]
[Joss] Split first action – 1 rage
1a: bite
1b: bite
1c: bite +wp
1r: bite.
[End Transmission] [1a. Flank
1b. Bite
1c. Bite
R1. Bite
R2. Bite again!]
[Until Death] [1a: Get behind.
1b: Spur Claws, +WP.
R1: Bite.
R2: Bite.]
[Curata] Reflexive:
[End Transmission] [Best reflexive declare ever]
[Grace] It was a second before she came back around, and a second longer before she shifted to… well… homid.
It was something to deal with whatever remaining wounds there were. Her eyes were bright, her hair was tangled, and through someone’s good graces back home, she had clothes. Not the warmest, but the ragabash didn’t seem to notice. She was a little bloodier than she intended.
“I was right,” she said, “that was fun.”
[Wyrmbreaker] no rage, all splits.
1a. True Fear on Curata
b. Jab Joss with Sense Dep Dart -1Gn
c. same deal with Echo -1Gn, +1WP
d. bite Irene
e. bite Irene
[Curata] Reflexive: 1 WP Resist Pain, 1 Rage Snap-shift Crinos, calling on Eagle’s Might
SPlit Actions:
1a: Get behind
1b: Jaw Lock
[Curata] Jaw Lock 10 -3 split
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (str+athletics!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Curata] [Str + athletics +Eagle’s might]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (jawlocked!
a. True Fear, -5 dice for splits — shifting that WP to this roll.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]
[Wyrmbreaker] b. and outta jawlock. Jabbing Joss! Rolling as dagger, -6 dice for splits
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] c. Same on Echo. -7 dice.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 7 (Success x 2 at target 4)
[End Transmission] [Changing Action 1a to a Dodge! -3 for Split action +1 Diff for Steel Fur]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[End Transmission] [Ahem, I forgot to actually deduct the dice.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 9 (Failure at target 7)
[Wyrmbreaker] d. bite irene! -8 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] (straight damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Until Death] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] e. bite again! -9
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 9 (Failure at target 5)
[Until Death] [1a: Run run run!
1b: -1 Rage.
Brawl+Dexterity (+2): Spur Claws. -5 pool (split/wound penalties), -2 diff (behind).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4) [WP]
[Until Death] [Damage: Strength +3 (Hispo) +1 (claw) +4 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Until Death] [R1: Brawl+Dexterity (+2): Bite! -2 pool (wound penalties), -2 diff (behind).]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 3)
[Until Death] [Damage: Strength +3 (Hispo) +2 (bite) +5 (suxx). Pulling at Incap.] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Until Death] [R2: Brawl+Dexterity (+2 +that one die I forgot earlier): Bite! -2 pool (wound penalties), -2 diff (behind).]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 9 at target 3)
[Until Death] [Damage: Strength +3 (Hispo) +2 (bite) +8 (suxx). Pulling at Incap.] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] 20
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[End Transmission] [10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Until Death] [+10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Joss] 9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Until Death] [Lukas
Irene
Echo
Joss]
[Joss] [split first action, 1rage
1a. bite
1b. bite
1c. bite
1r. Bite]
[End Transmission] [1a. Bite
1b. Bite
1c. Bite
R1. Bite]
[Until Death] [Holding action.]
[Wyrmbreaker] 1a. True Fear on Joss
b. Bite Irene
c. Bite Irene
d. Grapple Irene to use as meat shield against Echo!
e. -1Gn, Bloody Bandage!
[Until Death] [I should actually post what I’m doing here, huh?
1a: Get out of Grapple.
1b: Bite!
1c: Bite!]
[Wyrmbreaker] 1a. TF, -5
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 5 at target 4) [WP]
[Wyrmbreaker] b. chomp, -6!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] dam+2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Until Death] [Shit!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] c. chomp, -7!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Until Death] [FML]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] d. forget this grappling shit, bite again! +1 diff, -8 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (FML.)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] e. changing this damn action too! -1 Gn, Trapdoor Boon.
[Wyrmbreaker] [ending round 2.
round 3: lukas is going to spend this entire round healing up — 1a. activate BB, gnosis roll; b. activate BB, -1Gn.
round 4: at start of this round, curata has 2 rounds of TF left; joss has one.
let’s start declaring while i recap!
and here’s the roll for the first BB, -2 dice]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[End Transmission] [Ack!
I think it’s just me.
Round 3: Pick teeth.
Round 4: 1a. Bite Lukas whenever he appears
1b. Bite Lukas
1c. Bite Lukas]
[Wyrmbreaker] [sorry, 2 and 3 more rounds, respectively, for curata and joss]
In combat, numbers and speed count for more than skill.
In sheer numbers, Wyrmbreaker is at an extreme disadvantage. Arrayed against him are three fosterns and a cliath; of their number, two ahrouns, one fenrir. In speed, however, only Curata has even a hope of matching him.
Gossamer Wing grows thick hide. Nearly everyone forgets their pain.
Then — at no particular sign or signal — everyone moves at once. Curata is behind Wyrmbreaker in a blink of an eye, faster than the Shadow Lord can anticipate. He seizes his fellow Ahroun, the one that, in fact, he himself promoted to Fostern
and then almost as promptly relaxes his grip, backing off as unholy terror rolls out from Wyrmbreaker like a tide.
The Shadow Lord burns spirit energy like a pyre, bleeding gnosis as he darts amongst the others. One, two Sensory Deprivation darts jab into the sides of Gossamer Wing and Echo. Their faces go blank. Their eyes dart and flicker wildly with the barrage of images, smells, sounds and tastes assaulting their minds.
That leaves the Cliath Black Fury, the one that, last go-around, Wyrmbreaker had singled out as the single most dangerous opponent. It’s an accurate assessment. Though the Fostern tears into his auspicemate in two vicious bites, he fails to drop her. When she retaliates, the result is
devastating.
The ground is painted in blood. If Wyrmbreaker had not been using one of his ever-so-favored talens, he could very well be dead. When the direwolves twist apart, the Black Fury is intent and focused, the Shadow Lord wary and snarling.
A second later they explode into conflict again. This time it’s Joss that feels the effects of Wyrmbreaker’s supernatural terror — right before the Shadow Lord turns on Irene again, viciously, snapping three times
and managing only to scratch her, and then to bite his own tongue.
There’s another burst of spiritual energy. An instant before Echo gets her crack, Wyrmbreaker vanishes into thin air.
Seconds tick by.
Irene, limping but resolute, stands her ground. Or paces. Echo, in contrast, picks her teeth with the point of her claws, pausing now and again to examine her findings.
Then — quite without warning — the ground explodes outward in a shower of concrete and dirt. Wyrmbreaker bursts out, hale and whole. And the battle is on again.
[Until Death] [And Irene is actually limping off to find her Theurge, because her player’s brain has ceased to function. Thanks so much for the play, y’all!]
[Wyrmbreaker] [thanks for the fun, jamie. night!]
[Wyrmbreaker] [ffs, intarwebz.
okay, i think curata might be tapping out too cuz it’s hella late where paws is. so, declaring!
1a.
b.
c.
d.
e. chomps on echo!]
[Wyrmbreaker] -5 dice!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] dam+6
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[End Transmission] [Soaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] -6!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] dam+1
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[End Transmission] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] -7
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] dam+3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[End Transmission] [Sooooak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [pulled at incap!]
[Wyrmbreaker] -8, +1 diff, on to joss!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] dam+1
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Joss] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] -9, +1 diff.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Wyrmbreaker] dam+2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Joss] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (next round!)
[End Transmission] [Echo: *ZONK* x_x ]
[Joss] Split 4 ways
1a
1b
1c
1d – all Blocks.
[Joss] (+wp on d)
[Wyrmbreaker] 1a
b
c
R1
R2 – all chomps
1a, -3!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Joss] block: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 – 4 for split
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] dam+5
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Joss] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] b chomp -4
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Joss] block: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 – 5 for split
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Joss] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [pull at incap. back IC, for those people still ICing!]
[Grace] Grace, for now, standing rather carefully and paying rather close attention to what was going on. She was watching this, quietly, not joining in the fray, not nursing wounds. She’s just… well.. watching.
The Fianna grins, ear-to-ear pleased and amused and all sorts of other things.
Maelstrom was proving to be entertaining.
[Wyrmbreaker] It’s over quick after that. The Black Fury is crippled and the other Fostern Ahroun is still under the effects of fear, both bowing out of the spar. That leaves Wyrmbreaker at a distinct advantage over the slower Echo and the neutralized — though still defiant — Joss.
It takes a little over three seconds to end it. There’s truly blood everywhere now: splashed across the concrete, pouring over fur and flesh, flecking the faces of bystanders. When Wyrmbreaker forces himself to stop biting, his Rage is still pouring through his veins — a reserve of strength saved for destruction, left unused and crackling like lightning in the air.
His fur is on end. He paces to and fro, to and for, stalking, and finally burns the last of it off.
Then he goes to his talens store again. He’s out of Gaia’s Breaths. Murmuring an apology to the leechspirits within, he lays Bloody Bandages on the two Garou, neither of them of an auspice to have the right to use such a thing. Chiminage would have to be paid, later.
For now, Wyrmbreaker sits on his haunches and waits for them to rise.
[+5hp to each!]
[End Transmission] The usually spry Ragabash stirs first.
She opens her eyes, grunts, and rolls over onto her paws. Then, with a tremendous shake like a dog after a swim she shakes out her coat, flicking bits of fur and blood and gore all over the place. She stretches, and, spying Wyrmbreaker, her tail gives a wag or two. She whuffs.
“Well done, Wyrmbreaker-yuf.”
[Joss] Still defiant.
Always defiant.
There are many ways to describe the Fenrir Godi – but that might be the closest to the truth. Despite the smile, the good nature, the fact that it’s quite possible she’s batshit crazy, she’s defiant. She stands her ground. She refuses to fall until she literally cannot stand any longer.
And she does so now. To the Fenrir, every fight is a challenge. To Joss, it is a defeat that stings all the more due to personal feelings, and it can be practically guaranteed she’ll be training with her new Ahroun packmate by the morrow.
She pushes her now homid form to sit, flesh and bone and muscle knitting together to leave her able to stand, if still bleeding through the slashes in her sweater, her skirts, and calmly goes about ripping one of her underskirts into a long strip, to bind the remainder of her wounds. When she’s done, she stands, her grin lopsided, but present as is the sparkle of mirth in her eyes as she dusts off her hands. “Well. I hope you’ve learned your lesson then.”
It’s a tease, of course.
[Wyrmbreaker] When they’ve risen, his ears prick upright; he rises to his feet and whuffs something like a greeting.
“I’ve learned much tonight, actually,” he replies — tail fanning from side to side once. “I lost the fight before this one, against two Cliaths and a Fostern. Quite badly, at that. It seems that when facing steep odds, it’s best to bide your time and wait your opponents out rather than betting the battle on a quick kill that may or may not happen. That was my mistake the first time, and if that battle had been real, I’d be dead.
“Thank you for training with me, Yufs. We should make this a regular event. The Sept could use something like this. An opportunity to train and to experiment without fear of being shamed by a loss — or killed.”
[Grace] She looks around, at the blood and the leftovers of the rather good evening that it seems people had. The cub folds her arms across her chest, brows raised and she took the scenery in. She looks to the left, then the right, and hangs back for now.
She takes a second.
“… this was informative,” she nods. As that she was back in homid, hopefully healing from whatever residual damages she had, her skills with words were sorely lacking. Getting better with each passing use.
[Joss] He takes her question somewhat seriously, which is to be expected. Joss, for her part, nods with a chuckle. “Next time I won’t take it so easy on you.” Trust her to go for the obvious jokes, as she’d stood immobile for the majority of the time. Frustrating.
Grace speaks, and she turns to look at her with a smile. “We haven’t met, yet, though my packmate – Curata – said that you are called Grace? I’m Joss.”
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker has the good grace to look slightly abashed. “That must have been frustrating for you. I apologize. My intent was to train as though I fought the enemy, not necessarily to fight with any real sportsmanship.
“Ah,” Wyrmbreaker spies Grace, then, “the cub again.” He looks at Curata, mutely watching, back. “I see you’ve found your Tribe.”
[Grace] “I did,” she says. And the tone is excited, and pleased. Infinitely pleased, the kind of pleased that came from… well… almost winning a fight with someone who had been a cliath for awhile. True, she didn’t win, but the cub didn’t really seem to mind this.
She had been consistently faster than he was, right until the end. Overall, it had been a good experience.
“And I am,” she tells Joss. the words come a little more quickly, yes, but they sound no less foreign coming from the tall, thin alto, “I met Buried Hatchet-rhya, too. He is interesting.”
She says the phrase he is interesting like she actually means it, but with a tone of quiet frustration. It is the frustration that comes with people who do not quite know how to articulate their actual feelings and emotions in the medium in which they are given. No new words to mimick.
“And you should,” she says, out of the blue, “play is practice. Practice is useless if you don’t take it seriously.”
[Joss] That makes her laugh, and bleeds a good bit of the frustration from her even as she returns. “Just remember that should you discover some of my little friends have decided to take revenge.” Ah, besting a Godi. Is it ever a wise idea?
She tightens one of the wraps around the remainder of her wounds, as she nods. “I should have expected as much. I’ve become used to being guarded while I summon help of a grander nature. I like to think that if we were to stand against each other without gifts, we’d be rather evenly matched.”
Of course, she likes to think a lot of things.
She smiles at Grace, and her excitement over the evening, and then she’s biting back laughter at the comment about Hatchet. Better she say nothing at all…
[Wyrmbreaker] “Spirits are indeed the strength of a Theurge,” Wyrmbreaker agrees. “Though you should think of a way to keep your strength about you. You may not always have the opportunity to summon in battle against the Wyrm.
“That said, I may not always have the opportunity to prepare myself before battle. Perhaps next time, we should cold-start and work out our tactics from that angle.”
Wyrmbreaker is, in fact, still in hispo. Going to homid would mean getting blood all over his fine, expensive, dry-clean-only clothes. Either that or freezing. As such, his laugh is a chuffing sound, tongue lolling out.
“Hatchet. Interesting is only the beginning. I could also call him infuriating, abrasive, callous and sometimes utterly incomprehensible. He can be a very good Philodox and a very honorable Garou, though, provided he’s exhausted all his other options.”
Perhaps that’s unnecessarily harsh. Still, Wyrmbreaker speaks with more a sense of fond exasperation than true ire. Whatever the feud was between the Circle and the Weasels, it seems to have died in great part with the reorganization of both packs.
“However,” he continues, “he’s also the elder of your tribe. And that means until you’re a Cliath and able stand honorably against him, his word is law for you.”
[Grace] “Either she doesn’t know what all of those words mean, or Grace doesn’t seem to think being infuriating, abrasive, callous, and utterly incomprehensible are bad things.
She mulls this over, as she does with all concepts brought forth. Then again, this is taking her much less time to relay and categorize.
“Good to know,” she says with a nod. Lips purse for a second and she is more than contemplative. Hatchet is her tribal elder, and right now his word is law for her. What that meant to the no moon, however, was not written so plainly across her face.
“You both know him well, then?”
[Grace] (remove that first quotation mark)
[Wyrmbreaker] “No, not really,” Lukas admits. “My packbrother hates him, and vice versa. When we first showed up in Chicago together, things were tense. Ironically, I interacted with him more then. These days we’re each busy with our own packs. I respect him as a Philodox, though I don’t always agree with his means and methods. Hatchet is unpredictable.”
[Joss] She scrubs a bit of blood (her own, of course) off her arm as she listens to Lukas, his list about hatchet making her chuckle again. She looks up at Grace, and then after a moment’s contemplation. “Well enough.”
They’ve had words before. They’ll probably have words again.
She stretches, wincing as her ability to resist is fading, and makes a face. “I should go. I’ve patrols to run and need to take care of this as well. Goodnight Lukas. Grace, if you need anything and cannot find Hatchet, or Curata, be sure to let me know.”
And with that she waves, and heads out, with Curata falling into step with her as she passes.
[Joss] [ooc: thanks for the play – 6am comes way early. night!]