[Evan McCollach] The conversation about what was to be done when they finally encounter Alaric was settled. This was a hunt and now they would have to find the kin-turned-shifter and hope that they could convince him to turn his back on the Dark fimbul wolves.
That was the plan he thought at the very least. Well that and kill those fimbul wolves.
[Silence] Dawn: the hunt begins.
Morning, noon, afternoon, evening, night: the hunt continues over hill and dale. Or, in their case, through the windswept concrete canyons of the city. The pack tracks, led by Decker with a stone on a string. They drive, they walk, and occasionally they stop for a hotdog or a burger. Then they walk some more.
Finally, near midnight, they catch onto a trail that feels fresh. Three Garou pile into one Barracuda and roll out for Tekakwitha Woods. The night is dark and the old muscle car’s headlights are weak. There are no lights on the two-lane highway out to the woods. Decker’s doing seventy-five in a 40mph zone. The ‘Cuda’s big beast of a hemi engine is roaring so loud they can’t have a conversation. A spoken one, anyway.
[Ruhiger] The ‘Cuda is loud, there is no verbal conversation. She is no great conversationalist anyway, so it does not matter in the grand scheme of things. She rides in the passenger seat of the car. She is still. She is silent. She is ready.
For what?
Does it matter?
[Evan McCollach] Evan sat in the back of the ‘cuda with Annemarie here as well. After the training exercise she was still undefeated against him and that was proof that she still held onto the beta posiiton. But sooner or later he would win, she couldn’t win them all.
And as the conversation is next to nothing he just sits and watches as the landscape goes by without even a blink. The light from the cuda does nothing to brighten the horizon, so just beyond the car is a war of infinite possibilities. Of what they could be stepping into.
[Silence] — abruptly, without warning, Decker slams on the brakes and cuts off the highway, headed northwest. Small rocks ping off the undercarriage. Fallen tree branches, leaves, and other organic detritus crunch and rumble under the Barracuda’s fat wheels. One tree flashes by close enough to almost shave off the driver’s side mirror. Decker pushes the car another few yards before hauling it to a stop.
When the engine goes off, the silence descends around them.
“C’mon,” Decker says shortly. “We’re walkin’ from here. Gifts on. Be ready fer anythin’.”
[Ruhiger] A hand goes out to the dash as the car slams to a stop. Decker barks his order, and she obeys – though there is only ‘gift’ not ‘gifts’ for her. A summon of will power to resist what pain may come, and that is all until she shifts.
She steps out of the car, removes her jacket and lays it on the seat, holds the seat up so that evan can get out, and once he does, she shuts the door.
When Decker begins to move, she takes her place – a step behind, to the right. And they follow the stone.
[Evan McCollach] Evan gets out of the car when he is able to do, as Decker calls them to do so. It seemed that from here on out, they were going to track down the dark fimbul wolves and Alaric on foot. And as the call came down for them to activate his gift he pulled up all of what he knew. His will called out to open resist pain. And his spirit to charge the blessings Luna has given him.
Should I wait to call upon Lambent Flame, so as not to alert them of our presence?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 9 (Failure at target 7)
[Silence] (Auto-on: Master of Fire, Spirit of the Fray. 1WP — Fearless. 1WP — Resist Pain. Rolling this turn: shift to Hispo)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Silence] Yeah, wait on that one.
As he moves, Silence shifts. Not the snapshift of rage, but the slower, fluid, natural shift: the gradual lengthening of the coat, the slow elongation of the long bones, the growth of muscle mass and receding of clothing.
The Stone continues to pull Northwest. Silence continues to change.
(annnd a second roll to complete shifting to Hispo (currently Crinos))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] Silence shifts, and she does a second later, with the ease of one reverting to birth form. As she does, claws find the ground and scraaaaaaaaaaape… until they are razor sharp.
(and her only other benefit – razor claws. toda. Poor AM.)
[Evan McCollach] He was taken back a bit when he felt his body not seem to give into the call of Luna’s Armour. He didn’t understand why it seemed to fail him once again. But as Decker started to change, he too reached to shift to a more suitable form for what was to come. He pushed to get himself to his own dire-wolf. Still unsure of why Luna was being fickle tonight.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] (finish roll to hispo)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Silence] There’s a ritualistic calm to this; the quiet before the storm. One by one they pull on their forms, their gifts. Gird themselves for war.
The Stone is gripped between his teeth now, dangling and swinging to and fro beneath his heavy jaws. Silence’s great paws are surprisingly quiet on the damp earth. He leads them onwards, single-file, deeper into the wood.
As he goes, the tips of his fur gain a silvery phosphorescence.
(Luna’s Armor)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[.Fate.] (Auto-on: Spirit of the Fray. 1WP, Activate: Fearless. Rolling – Luna’s Armor, 1 Gnosis.)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[.Fate.] ( Er. 1Gnosis, Heightened Senses. )
[Ruhiger] Silence in Hispo. Evan in Hispo. And in the middle, the Mute Metis in Crinos keeps up with the leader as they move deeper into the woods. They follow Silence, who follows the stone. They are silent as they move, instinct and awareness open to anything that might attack them from the side, behind – or whatever awaits them up ahead.
Ready for anything, he said. Ready they are.
[Evan McCollach] He pulled himself into that dire-wolf form where his breeding was most visible. His silvery white fur, touched with the taint of red that cut him short of being a true Silver Fang. And as he moved with both Decker and AM, he knew that of the three it would be most likely he would not be the one to have the benefit of Eagle’s might tonight. They were more suited to the task, both were more able to make the killing blow with the strength of Eagle with them then he was. But he continued to concentrate, focusing his will into the power of what Luna had blessed him. He would need all the aid he could, considering how the rage ooozed off that dark fimbul wolf he spoke with. His silver fur taking on that shimmer of Luna’s touch.
(Luna’s Armour, WP added)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[.Fate.] Eventually, after walking single-file like a pack of guerilla fighters, the Questing Stone stops dead and dangles, swinging in a clock-wise motion. They had arrived on the spot which they sought, in a dense copse of trees surrounded on all sides by a mixture of pines and oaks, their boughs creaking and groaning softly in the soft wind that circulated and wafted through. So dense were the trees, that anything could hide up their. Anything at all, including more than just the three Dark Fimbulwolves and Alaric, or Kinslayer as he was known now.
Inside, the Questing Stone ventured. Into the dense darkness that obscured the moonlight.
[Silence] Wait.
They come to a stop at the mouth of the darkness. Silence sniffs carefully at the tangled branches, the ground. The scent of sulphur is acrid and bitter. Somewhere in the distance, a bat shrills in the night.
Other than that: silence.
Look for another way in. The massive grey direwolf backs away from the yawning dark passage, begining to circle around the copse.
(I’ma give Luna’s another shot too :D HAIL KAHSEENO!!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Silence] (…and a gnosis for battlesense too.)
[Ruhiger] Wait.
She stops, and watches, and then as Silence backs away, so does she, spreading out to see if there is another way in, circling opposite silence around the copse…
[Evan McCollach] Evan looks around the area that he stands in, looking to the dense trees above. His eyes kept to watching the branched and boughs. If this was the spot that they were going to make their stand on Alaric and the fimbul wolves, he wanted to make sure that they were not above.
Could they be on the other side waiting for us? Looking to make their move.
[Silence] Don’t sense ’em, but could be they have some way’a camouflagin’ theyselves.
Silence returns to stand before the ‘main’ entrance to the copse.
Other entrance is fuckin’ tiny. We’ll go this way.
The direwolf takes his first step into the copse as ghostfire leaps from the tips of his fur.
(….annnd flame of the windrider, venom blood split roll. VB first, stam+med -2 (split).)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[.Fate.] Would a wolf attack from above like a bird? That may be one question Evan was asking himself, but Alaric was truly not a wolf, but the Fimbuls were. For all intents and purposes, there was no sign of them other than the intense smell of brimstone, the acrid smell of Hellfire. The copse was wide, with only one real entrance. The yawning, completely black entrance seemed nothing less than the den of some great Dragon from forgotten lore.
The Questing Stone that Decker possessed was swinging in a counter-clockwise circle, quickly and without pause. It showed that their quiery was somewhere within this copse, but a Questing Stone was not radar. There was another entrance, almost completely in the rear of the dense copse. It was small, large enough for a large Homid or Glabro to duck through.
[Silence] (FotWR, stam+occult -3)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] They find only another small entrance and meet again around the front. She still has little to say, she is still silently alert, yet relaxed. She nods, once, as they are told to enter there, and follows Silence into the copse, where the stone has lead them.
[Evan McCollach] As they meet around again, it seemed that they would either have to shift down once again to enter or to cut through the very copse. Now considering they didn’t want to give away that they were here, that might be a mistake.
[.Fate.] Whence they got into the copse of trees, it was devoid of life other than the trees. If they were to go umbral, the entire visage would be corrupt and tainted from the presence of the three dark Fimbuls, rather than Alaric himself however much he is completely tainted.
Away from the entrance, the hunters have become the hunted. The clouds break, and the darkness parts momentarily to reveal the Man-Changer in his Crinos form, his chalky dingy-grey fur rustling with the light wind. Around his form glows the soft luminescance of Luna’s Armor. Decker and Evan would recognize it instantly, having the Gift themselves.
During this, the Questing Stone would lurch and direct them back out of the dark copse. That is, it would have, were it not for the human speech coming very easily to the maw of the Crinos Alaric. “Who hunts the hunters,” he hissed loudly. “He who sacrefices all for that which is not.”
Madness clearly burned into his eyes, sending a fearful looking gaze when and where he will. It seemed Alaric knew of their approach, even made to set up a kind of ambush. Battlesense did not lie to Decker.
[Silence] The Man-Changer stands within, waiting.
Silence steps up to meet him, the branches catching at his grey pelt. It’s not the chalky, pallid grey of the Kinslayer’s coat. It’s faceted and rich, all the colors of a thunderhead. The long guard hairs are dark and foreboding on his back, slightly at the belly; the thick undercoat is a pale grey. At shoulder and chest, the heavy ruff that he wears like a mane is a pure, snowy white.
There’s pure breeding in every line of him. A Fenrir of the truest blood.
“[Alaric],” the human name is guttural and forced on a direwolf’s tongue, but its usage is deliberate, “it’s not too late. There’s a place where you can be cleansed. Erebus, the Silver River. Slay your tormentors. Kill the Dark Fimbuls and come back with us.”
[Silence] (rerolling bloody VB, full friggin dice pool. HAIL MIGHTY KAHSEENO, GOD OF DICE!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Ruhiger] Gaze locks on Alaric for a moment, and then Silence steps forward to face him, and she shifts her gaze and her stance, so that she is watching her alpha’s back, and looking around for the wolves.
Claws flex, idly… waiting…
[Evan McCollach] As they meet around again, it seemed that they would either have to shift down once again to enter or to cut through the very copse. Now considering they didn’t want to give away that they were here, that might be a mistake.
[.Fate.] Whence they got into the copse of trees, it was devoid of life other than the trees. If they were to go umbral, the entire visage would be corrupt and tainted from the presence of the three dark Fimbuls, rather than Alaric himself however much he is completely tainted.
Away from the entrance, the hunters have become the hunted. The clouds break, and the darkness parts momentarily to reveal the Man-Changer in his Crinos form, his chalky dingy-grey fur rustling with the light wind. Around his form glows the soft luminescance of Luna’s Armor. Decker and Evan would recognize it instantly, having the Gift themselves.
During this, the Questing Stone would lurch and direct them back out of the dark copse. That is, it would have, were it not for the human speech coming very easily to the maw of the Crinos Alaric. “Who hunts the hunters,” he hissed loudly. “He who sacrefices all for that which is not.”
Madness clearly burned into his eyes, sending a fearful looking gaze when and where he will. It seemed Alaric knew of their approach, even made to set up a kind of ambush. Battlesense did not lie to Decker.
[Silence] The Man-Changer stands within, waiting.
Silence steps up to meet him, the branches catching at his grey pelt. It’s not the chalky, pallid grey of the Kinslayer’s coat. It’s faceted and rich, all the colors of a thunderhead. The long guard hairs are dark and foreboding on his back, slightly at the belly; the thick undercoat is a pale grey. At shoulder and chest, the heavy ruff that he wears like a mane is a pure, snowy white.
There’s pure breeding in every line of him. A Fenrir of the truest blood.
“[Alaric],” the human name is guttural and forced on a direwolf’s tongue, but its usage is deliberate, “it’s not too late. There’s a place where you can be cleansed. Erebus, the Silver River. Slay your tormentors. Kill the Dark Fimbuls and come back with us.”
[Silence] (rerolling bloody VB, full friggin dice pool. HAIL MIGHTY KAHSEENO, GOD OF DICE!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Ruhiger] Gaze locks on Alaric for a moment, and then Silence steps forward to face him, and she shifts her gaze and her stance, so that she is watching her alpha’s back, and looking around for the wolves.
Claws flex, idly… waiting…
[Evan McCollach] Evan looked upon the glowing coat of pallid chalky grey fur that was the man-changer named Kinslayer. It could not be though, how could he have learned such a skill already? Where could he have come to such an ability. This was all the dealings of the Dark Fimbul wolves, they must have made a hellish deal.
His eyes went to scan the area, they could not be far. They must have been waiting on them. To see if they could get the jump on the trio with them watching Alaric.
[.Fate.] The Man-Changer Alaric, is crouching. A soft shink, shink, scritch can be heard between his handpaws that should never of been. It is the sound of his claws being scratched across a granite stone at his feet. ( 1 Rage, activate Razor Claws)
The sight of the direwolf before him, of the Adren Modi, causes the huge wolf’s muzzle to rise up and deadlock onto Decker’s eyes. That which he possessed as Kinfolk was still in effect, perhaps even more so due to his sudden change of demeanor and visage. It was not his intent, however, to do such. It was the passive effect of his gaze. (Intim 4 – Heavy Stare, Merit: Bruiser.)
His eyes fell from Decker to AnneMarie. The Mule, and even she had respect among the Garou while he had close to none. Then, his eyes came to rest on the Child of Gaia. That one had had the impertenance to tell him that he was as yet a beardless boy, untried and untrained in the arts of warfare. Very likely, the blood of countless men and women lie upon Alaric’s hands within his 26 years of life while comparatively speaking, Evan had few. Except the Philodox’s prey were Wyrmspawn, not human men and women like Alaric’s. And now he had become that prey.
Eyes landed back on Decker. “I cannot slay them, Silence-rhya. They have given me this great gift, the gift to fight as one of you. And yet not, I see it now, but I care not.” Alaric rose to his full Crinos height, nine and a half feet. Arms dangling at his sides, the soft glow of Luna’s Armor from the three men giving enough light.
“Erebus would have no effect on me, I am afraid. I am not Garou, Silence-rhya, and I am not Man.”
[Silence] They have given me this great gift–
“It is no gift!” The direwolf’s slavering jaws snap with the ferocity of the word-gestures. “It is a curse! They have taken your resentment and twisted you into a monstrosity. Can you not see that?
“You are not Garou, not Man. But you are still Fenrir. Would you stand before Fenris with such taint on your spirit? Would you go to him in chains, a slave to the Wyrm? Will you not at least try to free yourself, so that even if Erebus should consume you, you will have died with honor?”
[Ruhiger] It is no gift. Pale eyes snap back toward Alaric, gaze narrowing slightly. She forces her gaze back to the surroundings, on the look out for the fimbrul wolves, her chest filling with a slow inhalation, followed by just as steady and measured exhale.
Her thoughts, however, are her own.
[Evan McCollach] Evan could feel the rage in Alaric, the power that those Dark wolves have heeped on his shoulders. Others much weaker would never even begin to think to give up such a power, other humans would be enthralled in it, consume their very souls in it. But it was Decker’s hope that he would be able to reach him through the madness that was overcoming his intelligence. And he thought of it, ‘Do Not Suffer to Tend Thy Sick’. If Alaric would stand firm not to give up his power, he was too ill to be kept.
Evan started to move from his stationary position, instinct. They would not all take him on head first, that was not a useful tactic to take down a prey. Encircle it, give it no escape.
But he did not forget to keep an eye out for the wolves. They would think that way as well.
[.Fate.] “A… curse?” Alaric asked. Madness briefly recinded from his eyes, the crystal of sanity as he looked upon Silence even in his twisted, should-never form. “Would Valhalla accept one such as me? Would Great Fenris accept me, through my own foolishness?”
A deep inhallation of breath is taken, and it could be seen that for the first time in his entire harsh, brutal life, there was a wettness dampening the fur beneath his eyes. Alaric was weeping — for himself, and for these three. “Damek, why must you torment me so? Praises of my bastard half-brother, and scorn for me? Damek… Father. Where is Mother? I cannot find her, Damek. Mother is gone.”
For the Decker, AnneMarie and Evan, it seemed that he was being again tormented by his past. Reliving events that had happened long ago. The madness in his eyes had returned, handpaws clenching and unclenching. “Damek, please! I do not deserve your claws! It was Will, not I! He was the one that stole your warhammer!”
Alaric’s head turned to the side, and a deep voice rolled over his own. Perhaps, it was his father Damek’s. “You stupid mongrel boy! How many times must I tell you? William is the chosen, and you are the weakling! My claws are for you, not he! He is spared that wrath, for that which he will face!”
“But Father!” came Alaric’s true voice.
“There are no excuses, damned fool of a boy!”
“No, Damek! DAMEK!”
“You dare to lash out against me? For that you will face my full anger!”
Alaric, in his mockery of a Crinos form, cried out in pain as red welts formed upon his chest, old scares flaring to new life. But they did not bleed, did not seem to inflict any kind of damage except for that in his mind. He shook himself, a flicker of the ear, and snapped back to the present. Madness had once more taken hold.
“If it should be my curse, Silence-rhya, I shall own this curse.” The Pheonix Fire erupted around him, igniting his body to flame and yet not burning that body. Mingled with the radiance of Luna’s Armor, it was truly a horrid sight to behold.
[Silence] The madness playing out before him makes Silence’s lips peel back and his hackles rise. The cacophony of voices — the mad, the past, the father — is unnerving coming from the same set of lungs, the same mouth, the same monstrous throat.
You dare to lash out against me?
You dare raise your hand against me?
Something about the bizarre dialogue strikes a little close to home. It makes the Modi flinch, however imperceptibly. Then Silence shakes his head once, sharply, as if to shake off a blow. Then the welts appear ex nihilo, like stigmata, and the wrongness of it all folds the direwolf’s ears back.
Low, a single word, somewhere between a growl, a threat and a plea: “Alaric…”
The madness subsides. Or one should say, the madness takes control. Game over. Class dismissed.
(I shall own this curse.)
“Then you are beyond hope.”
Silence calls silver to his claws.
[Silence] (HAIL. MIGHTY. KAHSEENO.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Failure at target 7) [WP]
[Evan McCollach] Evan could feel the fire as it stood out against them. He was moving around as Decker spoke to Alaric, now known as Kinslayer. It seemed that this was more than they original had thought would be. Half of his mind knew of the what stood before him, he should have killed him the moment he knew, the moment he felt Alaric fall. He should not have given him the opportunity to come back to haunt them. And part of him seemed to call out to Eagle. Eagles aid would be needed as well.
Help me Eagle, lend me your spirit. Lend me your gnosis so we may send this wayward child back to Gaia’s bosom.
And then he pushed his will into it. As he circled behind Alaric just outside of his line of sight, he watched for Decker for AnneMarie. When it came to it, when it was time to attack. He forced his will into it. Hopefully it would get his attention and give Decker enough time to take his swipe.
And then it happened. He exploded into Silver Light, his glow wavering against that of Alaric’s own wyrm-tainted fire. IN this form Evan eluded the birth he was given. the silver ignited light ontop of the silver fur. There was no child of Gaia in him, just Judgement~of~Sterling~Silver. King among Kings, Royalty of Garou Nation. And scum does not screw with Royalty.
(Lambent Flame Active)
[.Fate.] 16
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (+8)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Evan McCollach] 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Silence] (+10+10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[.Fate.] Posting order – Evan, AM, Alaric, Decker.
[Evan McCollach] When told he would move at Alaric’s back. Move at the creature with fury and rage engaged in it. He would look to bite at his back, rip into that pseudo-fur and faux changing shape. He would burn his rage into it. This creature had to be killed and quick.
(1 rage spend. First action back bite, 2nd action bite his back again)
[Ruhiger] Her will is always steadfast. Her mind is always ready for Battle. (Her pride… her pride has taken serious lumps recently… her recovery there, slow.)
She was born for this.
She was MADE for this.
She is ready to give all to this.
Lips curl to a snarl, body crouches, and she reacts. Silence has given the verdict. Alaric must fall. Wrapping Eagles Might within the strength of her claw, she strikes thrice, in rapid succession.
(2 rage, three claw)
[.Fate.] Alaric exploded into motion, 2 Rage.
Normal 1: True Fear – Evan
R1: Savagery of the Taloned Hunter (Convert this Rage point into two more Rage actions)
R2: Claw – Decker
R3: Bite – Decker
R4: Claw – AM
[Silence] While his packmates fan out to surround the creature that Alaric has become, Silence steels himself to take the brunt of the attack.
The speed with which he moves is startling. Nothing in his daily life hints at this sort of blinding speed. Not the lazy sprawls in the sun; not the steady, rolling walk; not the deliberate felt way he stands, sits, leans, moves.
Nothing hints this sort of deadly speed. The way he leaps — the poetry of war. The way his claws strike deep, dislodging into the Kinslayer’s flesh. The way his teeth snap shut again and again, mindless of the searing burn of the Kinslayer’s gift.
(4 rage.
1. spur claws
2-5. bite)
[Silence] (spur clawing)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Silence] (damage: current str+1(claw)+5(succ))
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[.Fate.] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Silence] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[.Fate.] (True Fear – Current STR+INTIM, reroll 10’s as per Intim specialty: heavy stare WP added.)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] (claw number ONE! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] (damage HAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[.Fate.] HAIL!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Silence] (rage 1, bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Silence] (curr str+3(eagle)+2(bite)+4(succ))
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[.Fate.] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Silence] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[.Fate.] ( Dex+Brawl, reroll 10’s as per specialty: Street Brawling HAAAAAAILLL~!)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[.Fate.]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 10, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Silence] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (claw numbah 2! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (dam) HAAAAAAAAAIL KAHSEENO!!!
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[.Fate.] Soak HAIL!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (soak for fire)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Silence] (rage 2, bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Silence] (damage curr str +3+2+4)
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[.Fate.]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Silence] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[.Fate.] Claw – Decker, reroll 10’s blah blah.. WP
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8 (Failure at target 6) [WP]
[Ruhiger] last claw! (HAAAAAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] (damage) HAAAAAAAAIL!
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 4
[.Fate.]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (soak for fire)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (reroll cuz Lessa’s a dumbass)
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[.Fate.]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Silence] (rage 3, bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Silence] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Silence] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[.Fate.]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[.Fate.] Last action! Changing to Super Nova, +1 Diff. Fiery explosion. Current STR + Base Rage. WP Added.
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 9) [WP]
[.Fate.] Dmg – WP+extra suxx, radiates outward in fiery explosion. Hits all for that much damage.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Silence] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Silence] (last rage, bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4
[Silence] (dam, curr str +3 +2 +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 20 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[.Fate.]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[.Fate.] The toil goes on, each trading blows but it seemed the only blood that flowed was that of Alaric’s. His blood, inky black in the darkness except for where the Pheonix Fire raged. Then, the Super Nova went off and it caught the entire copse of trees in a fiery inferno. Unless they all wanted to burn to death, they had best get out.
Alaric, for his part, is still standing firm to the amazement of the others. There was still fight left in his twisted body.
[Ruhiger] The copse of trees goes up in flames, and still Alaric stands. She does not think, she reacts. And swings. Again.
(2 rage, 3 claw.)
[Evan McCollach] Evan… well after looking into the eyes of that creature… well he deficates.
[.Fate.] 2 Rage.
NA1: True Fear – AM
R1 – Savagery of the Taloned Hunter
R2 – Claw, Decker
R3 – Claw, Decker
[.Fate.] ADDENDUM!
R4 – Claw – AM
[Silence] (dropping 3 rage, savagery of taloned hunter on one of them for four add’l actions:
1-5. bite)
[Silence] (bite 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Silence] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 20 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 16 at target 6)
[.Fate.] HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[.Fate.] The bite which Silence then delivers drops the Man-Changer, the beast falling to the earth. The Pheonix Fire that surged and roared around him guttered out, leaving behind the smell of burnt timber as the rest of the trees around them burn. Alaric sighs, the life draining out of him bit by bit with his blood.
And yet, he still managed a word as those icey Nordic eyes softened a bit as he stared skyward. “Mother… I have found you.”
The madness rescinded again, leaving only Alaric. If they were to look upon his naked form, his naked back, the mark of the Ourobouros was slowly fading.
“Silence-rhya… Take me to Erebus. I want to be with Mother.”
[Silence] It’s been a long hard fight. The once-kin had been unimaginably strong, unimaginably tough. The bite that finally brings him down is catastrophic, and would have destroyed a lesser foe in a single blow.
The Man-Changer falls.
The Phoenix Fire burns out.
Around them, the trees have caught fire. It’s getting hotter and hotter in the copse. Unmindful of it, Silence sheds his warskin and drops to his knees beside to Alaric’s ruined body. He grasps the big Dane’s hand. Blood slips and slides between their grips. There’s an unreal number of wounds on Alaric, testament to how hard he was to kill. Beneath all the blood, the fading Ourobouros signet is barely visible now, fading.
“‘ll gitcha ya there,” Silence says, though he has no idea how, or where to begin. It’s a promise. “But ya hafta tell us how ta find tha Dark Fimbuls. Fer vengeance, Alaric.”
[Ruhiger] The copse burns as Alaric falls, and she stands, a heaving breath of pent up rage released before her claws can strike again. She looks to Evan. She looks at the fire burning, and with a breath, she does what she can to dampen the area around them.
Something any Mule can do. She concentrates, and does her best to douse the nearest burning areas in water, willing her success.
(create element – 1 gnosis, 100cubic feet per suxx)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 7 (Failure at target 6) [WP]
[Ruhiger] Well. That didn’t work. A furrow of her brow and she tries once more…
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3 (Failure at target 6) [WP]