[Siegecraft] Recap
Last time, the Circle followed a lead out to an abandoned lot at the corner of Carlson and 17th. On that lot, they found a small shed; in the shed, they found a trapdoor leading to an overwarm, humid, oddly organic subterranean tunnel. Within, the pack faced half a dozen fomori -- five of which they killed.
The sixth ran away, bolting itself in behind a heavy door, bank-vault quality. Unable to open the door, unable to ascertain what lay behind it, and, for that matter, unwilling to commit excess time and energy into a problem that could potentially solve itself, the pack simply posted a rotating guard at the proverbial gates, barring the fomori into their own fetid den.
Weeks go by. The Garou wait. The fomori starve.
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It's a crescent moon tonight, and late winter: not the season for war. Not that this matters anymore in this day and age. The pack -- and friends -- roll up in two or more cars, parking several blocks away on separate streets, walking up on foot to meet at the corner of 17th and Carlson. They are an eclectic group; if they had been human, it is unlikely they would've been friends.
But they're not human.
At the corner of 17th St, the low, squat buildings lining Carlson Ave. drop off abruptly. Across the street is a city block -- an entire city block -- standing totally abandoned. Nothing but cracked concrete, hardpacked dirt, a few hard-scrabble weeds clinging to existence. And in the middle of it all, a little hut. Sort of like a toolshed, as disused and decrepit as the rest of the lot.
Lukas wears his overcoat tonight; his head is bare, his eyes clear and cool. He drew the last shift before the strike: alone, he waits in the toolshed for his packmates to arrive.
[Mjollnir's Heart] [Retrying, same roll. +1 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Siegecraft] (OK folks, here's the deal. Free posting until combat begins (which will hopefully be soon). Once that happens, we'll roll init once, determine action order, and keep that order for the rest of the scene.
I'll be rolling for Lukas and the NPCs. You're all responsible for your own rolls, as well as tracking your own gnosis, wp, rage and health. We'll declare in reverse order of actions, then roll, and then I'll write a wrap-up each round. If you want, you can write a small (SMALL! *grin*) ic post with each declare, but I'ma limit declarations to ~3 min per person. Also, try to stay on the ball for rolls so we don't sit here all night.
I'll mostly communicate via AIM chat, but since joey's not in there, if i say something important, please pass it on to him for me (in case i forget))
to Dances on Fire, Fell Prayer, Mjollnir's Heart, Skinny Legs, White Eyes
[Siegecraft] (some sort of soak talen for lukas)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 7 (Success x 2 at target 3)
[Siegecraft] (warpaint)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Administrator] liar, welcome to Cabrini-Green (Northside) (Night)
[Fell Prayer] One might argue about wearing Armani to a battle- until you're hightailing it out of there and confronted by an ornery city cop. Then that hooded sweatshirt and those sneakers don't look so 'comfy cozers', do they? That's why he's wearing that ever present three-piece, his knee-length wool coat hanging loosely open over it.
Milo approaches the tool shed with a low whistle, a Russian tune some of them might recognize, to get the pack's attention before entering.
Nods abound, but he is otherwise quiet. Pointing to his ears and eyes, his hand then moves around the shed. Safe to talk? That's the silent question he's asking, knowing full well the pack might already be planning the siege inside their skulls. His stance still tells of his rank and position, but it's not a brazen as it might otherwise be around Garou not painting themselves for war.
[Fell Prayer] [ Homid Gift: Persuasion. Charisma + Subterfuge. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Dedicated clothing. The dungarees are black, a black t shirt under a plain blue zip up hoodie. It's all function, none of it for the beauty or the appeal of it's form. Lukas is regarded with a wide smile as Sam emerges fro mthe back seat of one of said automobilies. A long shining steel reminder of the night's duties hangs at his side from the palm of one hand. The names and glyphs of each of this heirloom's former owners swirl over and around it starting near the hilt, ending neath the blade's halfway mark.
"It's gotten quiet down there," as he approaches the other young man, the senechal to his general. "Standard Briecourt manor once we're down in the tunnels. You and me in a line the theurges moving quickly in behind us with support. We have a new moon who can get the flanks if we need it." It's a tactical assessment, and not an order, the push and pull of 'who's on point' not at all the issue here. Simply put one is a veteran, the other isn't as experienced. He's deferential to the Beta even still, looking away even as he strips away the hooded sweatshirt in the cold air, revealing bare skin covered in glyph prayers to their totem, almost glowing with other worldly power under the Theurge's moon.
"Whenever you're ready, we can move out." THe sword swings up, out resting in front of him at ninety degrees, point up toward the sky.
This is war.
This is his element.
[Resist Pain, 1 WP. Inspiration, 1 Gnosis. Successive turns leading up till battle.]
[White Eyes] She had paint on her face. Not because she had painted it, but because she had pushed her hair out of her face. Mrena had a slight smudge on one of her cheeks; this was actually something fairly commonplace for her. Then again, White Eyes usually kept her painting to a canvas and not on her packmates. On the other hand, she seemed to enjoy it, so...
Not the point. The point was that she had arrived to meet her packmate with a messenger bag over her shoulder and her thought process quite clear. They were here for battle. They were here to rid the area of some godawful plight that had, thankfully, turned inward on itself. That had, eventually, caved inward due to basic needs not being fulfilled.
She looked towards the sound of the whistle. Something she didn't recognize, but attached to a form that she did. Mrena tilted her head slightly to the side, trying to place the song he whistled.
[Siegecraft] "Sounds solid." Lukas speaks to Sam, but nods to Milo as he joins them within the small shed. "Rhya.
"We're waiting on one more." A pause; Sam isn't going to like this. "Dances-on-Fire-rhya."
[Skinny Legs] His uniform is on. Nikes, black running clothes chosen for their whisper-free fabric, matte sheen. The layers of paint on him break up the stark white of his eyes against the dark of his skin, some from his own addition, some from Mrena.
The Silent Strider is silent tonight, focused, alert, and utterly without scent.
[Skinny Legs] He kneels, one knee to the flooring, sets one hand on the Earth. Gnosis flows away, returns speed to his feet, to his Flight.
This is One Fast Runner tonight.
(Speed of Thought.)
[Fell Prayer] Speaking. A plan laid out. Milo listens to it. raises his hand, a single finger pointed out, as if asking for the floor.
"If I may- Ahroun in the front, yes. The warriors. But why let them know they're alive? Let's say a Black Spiral Dancer were carrying down two dead-looking homids into their midst, our Ahrouns? I don't wish to get in the pack's way, but I've talens that can hide the other Garou present, until the opportune moment," saying the plan as if he's done it before.
And maybe he has. And survived. But he also seems to be only suggesting. Another possible plan, Lukas as Beta of the predominant pack deferred to in tone and body language alike.
[Mjollnir's Heart] "Keep him out of my way." The Modi's head doesn't turn to look back at the circle's second in command. He instead turns his gaze upon the sky, his lips moving, and sound, low almost ot the inaudible range billows out lie a slow leak of his own faith.
"Keep me. Odin, may I have your wisdom. Keep me. Thor, may I have your courage, Keep me. Valhalla and should I fall, may your doors tremble to let me through."
[Dances on Fire] Honestly... Lupus have funny notions about time. About meeting places at prescribed times. Try to tell a Lupus when to show up somewhere. See when he does. It's a fun experiment.
And it's a sad commentary on today's state of animal welfare that a fucked up looking mongrel dog can run around on the streets without anyone really giving a crap. Which is precisely what he's doing at the moment. He lets his nose lead him where he's been told to show up. Able to smell the faint remnants of battle and taint as he gets closer. Finally, the ugly scarred mongrel dog looking lupine shows up at the shed.
He whines a few times outside, pacing infront of the door, and runs his nails across it once in a long impatient scratch to be let in.
[Fell Prayer] Milo listens to Mjollnir's Heart, perhaps committing the Fenrir's prayer to memory, perhaps just appreciating it. And then, as if he knew the plan he'd just suggested wouldn't make much sense without clarification, he speaks up again. "I've a gift of cunning and deception, used by a certain sect of my tribe. I can look, to the eyes, as a Black Spiral Dancer. Smell me for the Wyrm, and I'm clean as the day I was born shitting and screaming, but to the eyes of fomori? One of the leaders they fear the most."
[Siegecraft] Wyrmbreaker considers the Lightbringer a moment. He doesn't bother to ask where these gifts come from; hows and whys.
"Can you disguise White-Eyes? Skinny Legs can do for himself. And how would you make us," Sam and Lukas, one supposes, "appear dead to all their senses?"
[Skinny Legs] The Silent Strider perks BIG time, terribly interested in this gift thing and the talens. Ragabash heaven!
[White Eyes] (oh, crap, gotta roll to activate that talen. Yay warpaint!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] "We've been starving them in for over a month. They'd only try and eat their leaders." Sam turns back toward the group. "And the first section of the place is a straight box tunnel." His head shakes from side to side.
"I don't know how well we can hide once we're opening the door at the end of the thing." Shrug. "None of us know what's beyond it."
The fenrir's icy eyes turn on Milo. Not in challenge but in asking for answers.
[Siegecraft] "Even if the element of surprise fails, we'd only be defaulting to the original plan so long as we can remain a cohesive unit. Let's hear Fell Prayer-rhya out. If he has a way to disguise Mrena and Dances on Fire-rhya ((sorry, forgot him last post *LOL*)), it's worth a shot."
[Dances on Fire] ((and someone should let that fucking Dances guy in)
[Fell Prayer] Milo's hand enters one of the inside pockets of his suit, and when it emerges he holds three dangling jade containers stopped with a round of cork, etched with intricate designs the kinds of which might be found on some medieval mosque or temple. He holds them in front of his eyes, as if mesmerized by the designs, before picking one out and holding it out toward White Eyes with a smile. "Nightshade. Pure darkness. Stay to the shadows, and their attention will stay focused on us."
Still looking at White Eyes as if therein lies the answer to Lukas' final question. "Have any paint on you? If not, real blood might do," stashing the two remaining vessels into his jacket, and trading them for a hunting knife that comes out next.
[Siegecraft] Lukas looks to Mrena to see her reaction.
Also, he lets Andrew in.
[Skinny Legs] "Doesn't this lupus know! he can have hand! Anytime? Mrena! You should teach him this too!"
Sampson goes to the door and opens it, shaking his head.
[Fell Prayer] [ Stats for the talen Milo just gave Mrena:
Nightshade
Gnosis 5
This talen is distilled from the very essence of night. When quaffed, this liquid turns the imbiber's body into shadow, rendering her virtually invisible in darkness. Only a watcher searching actively for the user can make a roll to spot her. This effect lasts for a scene, and making loud noises or otherwise acting in a way that would obviously draw the attention of others permanently ends its effects. ]
to Siegecraft, White Eyes
[Dances on Fire] And since there's apparently no door, he just walks on in and joins the little crowd inside the shed. Sniffing each of them. Nodding a bit. Glancing at the Fenrir with a sniff of disdain.
[White Eyes] She took the talen and looked it over with a degree of quiet scrutiny. A small smile crossed her face, somewhere between mischievous and content. The theurge then nodded, holding the bottle in her hand and going through her own bag for something. There were a few other supplies in there.
"I do have extra paint," she said. There was no guarantee that there wasn't actually blood in it. What Mrena used to make her pigments in this instance would not be questioned. She then handed over a jar of what appeared to be reddish blackish pigment. It was thick and, for lack of better wording, spreadable.
[Fell Prayer] Milo takes the paint with a nod of thanks. Opening the jar and dipping his fingers in, he stripes his neck and face with it, clawing stout double-lined crosses on the backs of his palms and down his knobby, scarred and calloused fingers. What remains goes on the uppermost portion of his chest, once he opens his white dress shirt and loosens his tie sufficiently.
[ Gnosis, difficulty 6, to activate war paint. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] Looking down at the jar, the paint slowly begins chipping and flaking away at his skin. "It seems Horus' Talons will not accept me, at least in donning their warpaint. If you take it as an ill omen for my plan, I understand and default to your Beta and Ahroun," looking first at Lukas, then to Sam and back to the Shadow Lord when he mentions their auspice.
[Siegecraft] "All right. We'll play it Milo's way. If shit hits the fan, we'll improvise."
That said, Lukas strips out of his outerwear, crouches down, smears dirt all over himself before scooping out a good handful of Mrena's paint and slathering it on his skin. Last, he musses up his hair.
It won't fool anyone at close inspection, but a passing regard might mistake him as a badly beaten man.
"Are we ready?" He braces his feet on the ground and grasps the handle on the trapdoor.
[White Eyes] "Sam," she said. It was enough to get his attention. The theurge then tossed something that looked like leather and felt like scales [and tasted like copper and dirt and inspiration, but we weren't talking about taste]. It looked like an arm band of sorts. "Here."
She nodded, as though she was absolutely ready to go at that moment.
[White Eyes] The talen Sam just got is the same one lukas got. It's, essentially, a little extra armor. Roll your gnosis at a difficulty of 3. For each success you get, you add a die to your soak pool, maximum of 3)
to Mjollnir's Heart, Siegecraft
[Dances on Fire] Moving into a darkened corner of the shed, he shifted up into Glabro. Sticking to the shadows. The sweats reappearing on his large body, along with a couple other items. A snake charm hangs around his neck. A piece of snakeskin on a forearm on his arm. And an old army canteen hangs on his hip.
He watches Mrena toss the skin to Sam, and pulls his own snakeskin forearm patch off his arm and holds it out with Lukas, along with the canteen. "Skin to protect. Water will heal. Use them." His voice gruff. Irritated, maybe. But he's here though.
[Fell Prayer] Milo takes his Glabro form, suit and overcoat stretching to accommodate, and waits beside Lukas and Sam for the other Shadow Lord to open the door. Drawing the hunting knife across his wrist, the wound isn't too terrible, but when blood begins welling he dabs it all over his face and hands to replace the war paint, hoping it would look like he's been in a reasonabe fight when he crossed into his battle skin and takes on the seeming of a Black Spiral Dancer.
[Siegecraft] "Give the skin to Fell Prayer-rhya. Sam and I have our own. And give the water to Mrena, or hold on to it yourself. When the fight starts, Ahrouns will form the front line in this if at all possible; Theurges supporting and healing where necessary, and the Ragabash striking from the shadows."
And Lukas is done waiting: he gives the trapdoor a mighty heave. Temperatures have dropped well below freezing again, but the metal of the door is strangely warm; no ice has formed around the cracks. The hinge groans. When the trapdoor swings open, they find themselves looking down a ten-foot drop down to a dimly lit tunnel -- large enough for a Glabro, but not for the larger warforms.
A belch of overwarm air wafts up from the hole.
[Mjollnir's Heart] "Born ready."
His sword is slung into a small leather harness made just for such an occasion over his back. "Your way it is." He's cocky, confident. He grips Mrena's talen in hi hands and whispers another quiet prayer to Fenris, Gaia and to his ancestors, muttering words of power that awaken him to them and in him their strength.
Time to go.
Hoo-ah.
{Rolling gnosis, diff 3 for the talen, then rolling ancestors for melee dice.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 10 (Success x 3 at target 3)
[Mjollnir's Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Skinny Legs] Sampson slides down into the form of his long-eared, big-eyed, Skinny Legged wolf-on-stilts. His eyes glow golden as he slips into the shadow behind the very large Fell Prayer, summons his Sneak Gift, a glorious feeling--- assuming it works!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Administrator] Boop, welcome to Cabrini-Green (Northside) (Night)
[Dances on Fire] ((Ancestors))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 7 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Dances on Fire] ((Yup, go for it.))
[Administrator] cricket, welcome to Cabrini-Green (Northside) (Night)
[White Eyes] Mrena went ahead and took the bottle of nightshade, made her way to the shadows and... well, the theurge kept herself there. She didn't draw attention unless she needed to, and the small-ish Shadow Lord took a drink
(talen activation, nightshade)
[Dances on Fire] ((And he hands the water off to Mrena before she ducks off into the shadows))
[White Eyes]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Siegecraft] Wyrmbreaker is the last into the tunnel, dropping straight in, landing in a crouch below. Above him, the trapdoor is a black hole: there's more light in here than outside, though not by much.
And not by any normal means, either. Rather, the very walls of the tunnel phosphoresce with a gentle, eerie glow. The air is thick, very humid, very warm. The tunnel ends in a dead end off to the left, but extends to their right until a sharp left turn takes it out of sight.
Lukas speaks quietly to Milo: "Follow the tunnel that way, past the turn, and you'll find a heavy door. If you can fool them long enough that they open the door for us, I'll count it as a success." He rolls his head on his shoulders, looks around at the gathered wolves. "Any questions?"
And if not:
"Sampson, Mrena and Andrew: use your gifts and Nightshade talens. Keep to the shadows behind us. Absolute silence from now until battle. Don't give the game away."
Then he waits for Fell Prayer's paw to descend on the scruff of his neck, going limp as possible once it does: his best imitation of a dead body.
[Dances on Fire] He drops down into the tunnel with them, pulls himself up into crinos, and lays his hand over the snake's head talen hanging around his neck. Murmuring a soft prayer to the Viper whose spirit resides within. Then crouching down into the darkness and... well, waiting.
[Mjollnir's Heart] Silence.
By example he leads that particular order. He gives only the most succinct nod to the Shadow Lord before he too goes dead as best he can, allowing himself to be carried through for the ruse. He's still in his Homid form but the Rage blooms around him as he allows it to rush over him, even unconscious a pillar of inspiration and breeding, a warrior, nay, a weapon for the mother herself.
Can't help but to get in line and try to him.
[Dances on Fire] ((Snakebite activate))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 6 at target 3)
[Fell Prayer] Holding his hand to his chest as he bows to the other Theurge, the hunting knife again away, Milo pulls the band onto his now-very-thick and bleeding wrist so that it will also serves as a makeshift bandage to the quickly healing wound.
Blood, to make it his own. Warmth, to honor whatever serpent was bound inside. He makes a fist and throws his head down toward the ground, where such creatures slither, to activate the talen. With that, he goes down just before Lukas, listening to his orders with rapt attention.
Milo grows slowly, fur sprouting along his back and arms, consuming the jet black fabric that he is clad in until it covers his bulging mass. The grind and moan of stretching bones, the gurgle of flesh, it all culminates in a pitch battle skin. His claws seem well-tended to, his sharp ivory daggers emerging from pinkish-black gums to fill a maw. While his shoulders are still wide, his limbs have grown long and almost spider-like, bulging with wiry muscles.
Holding his claws up before his eyes, he draws them down his form. Almost as if wracked by pain, he hunches forward, yipping, whining and barking lightly as he tries to stifle the reaction. His spine, rising like water at a simmering boil for a moment, stops in a contorted arrangement. Festering sores and scales line his back and arms, his eyes changing a sickly green and his tongue lengthening so that it lolls out of his mouth like a snake's. The blood smeared on his claws and hand-paws, his own, cracks and stretches as he shifts. A few of his claws shift to a puss white, cracked up and down their length to make them look even more wicked.
With that, he takes the two homid Garou up in his large arms and throws one over each shoulder, stalking toward the door Lukas has indicated.
[ 3 Gnosis for Gift. No roll necessary yet. Rolling to activate the snakeskin talen. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 3)
[Dances on Fire] ((Nightshade))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Siegecraft] Perhaps a different Ahroun would find this the epitome of dishonor: riding into battle on a disguised Theurge's shoulders, doing his level best to look ... well, dead. And defeated. And beat up.
Lukas doesn't mind at all. He doesn't even stir. He goes limp, limbs flopping tonelessly against Fell Prayer's pelt with every step the Theurge takes. Blood is rushing to his head at this angle, but with luck those inside won't notice the growing flush to his face.
The tunnel is long -- twenty or thirty feet before the turn. After it, it's another good forty feet before the door. The air grows warmer by the second; also, their sharp noses can pick up a faint, fetid stench in the air: rot and decay and all manner of foul waste.
The door itself is startling in this tunnel. The tunnel itself is almost fleshy -- uneven, overwarm, humid, spongey. The door, however, is gleaming metal; brushed steel or something similar, very heavy, the sort of thing you might see at a bank.
There is absolutely no response, no sound, nothing from within as Fell Prayer approaches with his 'dead' trophies.
[Dances on Fire] And soon, it's as though he's not there. As he shifts down into Hispo, his dark black fur blends into the shadows as well. The talen taking effect as he takes position in the back with Mrena. His mouth hanging open in a weird cheshire grin before he vanishes entirely.
[Skinny Legs] Their General has made the plan clear; Excitement flows into Skinny Legs, along with the Gifts and the edge of adrenaline.
So he doesn't say anything outloud, but across the totemphone...
Knock Knock! Avon Calling...
He's not worried abotu either Dead Guy or the pack laughing in appropriately. Sampson knows their willpower is strong.
And they will save his assbeating for later.
[White Eyes] Mrena took the time, at that moment, to follow suit with Dances on Fire. She knew that they were going into battle and, more importantly, she knew that she needed a form that was slightly more agile form. So? It was off to lupus with her. She had been a small, pitch black wolf to begin with. Now? She was a shadow. Literally.
[Fell Prayer] Milo barks and howls with a sick and menacing glee. If he's only getting into character, the impression is too good on top of the costume to not stoke rage and tempt claws. That may be the point, riling up the stalking forces behind him for the battle.
"Dead," slavering and loud as he calls toward the door, tongue hanging out of his mouth with a growl that makes the human-tongue word sound especially brutal and forced, "Gaians," this word spit with disgust and punctuated with horrible growling, barking laughter. He continues growling and snorting out the words, only putting enough effort every handful of times to make it decipherable.
"Ded. Guyons. Dead. Dad. Goyans. Dead. Guyons. Ded. Gaians." It becomes a demented kind of song, each step a beat in its rhythm. Finally stops, sniffing the air as audibly as he can, hefting one of the Ahroun like a low-slung backpack so that he can draw one of his claws down the door like nails on a chalkboard. "Maastur. OPEN! For maaasturrr."
[Skinny Legs] It works--sampson must clamp his jaw tightly, his life's training directing him to release his fury. All the fur on his body rising on end as the Shadowlord theurge begins his deception.
The temptation to leap on the back of the man they KNOW is their own is still an ache, builds inside to rage levels from the frustration of holding back.
[Siegecraft] Silence.
Silence.
Silence...
...and then a faint click. A panel on the door slides open. It's almost absurd: such a futuristic, solid door with a peephole like the village gates of old.
A single, baleful eyeball glares out, the iris sickly green, the sclera sickly yellow, webbed over in twisting red capillaries that squirm and beat with every blink. Heavy breathing; no words. The eye simply stares at them.
(OK. Fell Prayer, roll manip+subt, diff 4 for your gift.
Sam and Lukas, roll the same at diff 7.
Mrena and Andrew, dex+stealth, diff 6, +2 dice each for Nightshade.
Sampson, roll dex+stealth, diff 4)
[Siegecraft]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Dances on Fire] ((Stealth))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[White Eyes] (mrena: stealth- dex2+stealth2+lupus2+nightshade2=8 d10 at diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] Draped with a mantle of supposedly dead Gaians as trophies, the Crinos is probably a startling sight to behold. Using that to his advantage, when the hole finally opens the faux Black Spiral Dancer snaps his jaws on empty air twice, shaking his head back and forth with anger. "Open," said with another vicious snap, flexing his claws in anger at being left waiting outside. The wet nose at the end of that terrible muzzle, lined with blisters from some sick disease infecting the bastard, flares angrily with another snort. "Or I eat!"
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 4) Re-rolls: 3
[Mjollnir's Heart] Be cool. Be cooooool. Spending WP.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 3 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Skinny Legs] (Sampson:Stealth: 4 +stealth 3 + 2Lupus )
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)
[Siegecraft] (fell, mjollnir, lukas roll percep/alert)
[Siegecraft]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] perc+alert
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] Re-roll. Sorry. Pool is 3.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] Eat. More than anything, that word gets a reaction.
"WE HUNGRY."
The thing inside is dumb as a brick. They can tell from the voice alone: lumbering, slow, like boulders grating together. There's a dull thud from inside; perhaps it's pounding its meaty fists on the door. Or tentacles. Or ... whatever the fuck it might have.
"WE HUNGRY!"
The sound of tumblers inside the door, clack-clack-clacking as they roll back, roll open. Slowly but surely, the door unlocks.
Lukas, mindvoice: We do nothing until we get a look at what's inside. Lay low as long as possible.
There's a ghastly billow of stench as the heavy vault door slowly swings open. The hinges are perfect; they don't even squeal. But apart from that, there's nothing pristine, nothing perfect, nothing even remotely normal about the scene inside.
There's a single room. It's large and round, perhaps twenty, thirty feet in diameter; more so than that, it's immensely tall, the ceiling lost in shadow. The only light comes from the walls itself, a dull, pulsing glow, a stronger version of the light in the tunnels, fading to nothing as the walls rise and slope inward.
There is no furniture. There are no lamps. Nothing at all -- just bare, earthen walls, and filth. Piled everywhere is refuse, waste of all sorts: a pile of cracked and gnawed-upon bones, misshapen skulls, feces, puddles of pus and urine, the dirt churned to mud in some places.
Dominating the room is the only creature they can see: huge, twelve feet tall at least, four-armed. For all intents and purposes, it appears to have no skin. Wet, living muscle bunches and clenches red and glistening over its body. At the wings of the shoulders, the hips, the knees, gleams of white bone show through.
Also, it has only one eye. It is situated on the side of its head, where its left ear should be. That ear is displaced nearly to the back of its head. Where its face should be is a blank expanse, eyeless, noseless, with a great gaping, drooling maw.
It turns its head to stare at the "Master" that enters, fear and awe and loathing warring on its twisted face, making the mouth twist and tremble and snarl all at once. Its shoulders slope, but its hands, drooping nearly to its knees, clench and open and clench again.
"We hungry..." it says again. "We so hungry we eat all others, they weak, we eat. Master feed, or maybe..." a gleam; it thinks itself crafty, "...maybe we eat Master."
[Siegecraft] (cody, you and i need to make another subterfuge roll at the end of this "round" (i.e. after you post, before uglyman posts again). people outside can be assumed to be out of sight for now, and i think fell prayer has sufficiently convinced Ugly of his bsd-ness)
[Skinny Legs] (Hell, he;'s convinced US!)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Sam has to will down his breathing as the Rage flares around him. He is Mjollnir's Heart, proudest among the new generation of Fenrir warriors. The grating Wyrm voice from behind the door almost rouses him to fight. But the mission wins out, the mission is enough.
It swings open and they step inside, the three of them. The faux dancer snarling out it's disgusting word puzzle of a Wyrm dialect, mirrored back by the giant thing in the room's center. He still does not move, simply waits for the signal to ambush. Maintaining silence.
...maybe we eat master... Hairs all along the body of the homid creature over one arm bristle and stand on end. The familiar threat last time urged back to a set of former opponents to come and choke though this time teeth merely grit almost to the point of breaking in the blond Gaian's mouth. "It's only one...we can take it."
His mind whispers. Sharp, quick.
[Man+Subt, next round, spending WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]
[Fell Prayer] Long arms that have been used to lope along the ground rise as he stalks forward on lanky Crinos hind legs, going over his shoulders like a bodybuilding flexing. His claws wrap hard to grab onto the seats of both the 'dead' Gaian's pants, lifting them as a mother moving pups. He takes them and drops them to the ground- not too gently, to keep up appearances. His one shoulder still stays close to the large vault door that swings inward, inwardly cautious but outwardly still a demented bastard, yuffing laughter at the monster before him.
"Eat my," pausing, as if he was going to punctuate it with a Crinos-mangled curse word, but instead has to take in a deep breath to get out more simple and still barely-decipherable words, "pack too?!" Rising up now that he is unburdened, a little under two feet shorter than the multi-armed beast now. As if trying to browbeat it.
And with that, he shoves his arm hard into the door, swinging it open as far as he can and with as much force as he can. It could be misconstrued as a show of strength, but truly he is trying to see if anything lingers, waiting to ambush the ambushers, behind the door that's large enough to fit a Crinos through.
[Skinny Legs] We? Who... is the otha BSD??
His thought throughout the circle feels a little jumpy, skittish, hyped-- more than usual. And Fell Prayer's back is to Sampson... hopefully Lukas's order to attack from behind does Not apply to the Fostern Shadowlord.
Ahem.
As soon as Fell Prayer-- or whatever the FUCK he is (Rage licks at Sampson, pushes higher RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM...)-- the ragabash keeps to the shadows, slinks around to find the dark side of the one eyed freak. Hopefully the grotesque THING doesnt have more than one ass.
He might though. Never know what the Wyrm is gonna fuck up next.
[Siegecraft] I'm not so sure.
-- not that they can take it. That there's only one.
And, We move on Fell Prayer's mark. He has the clearest view of any of us right now.
The great flaw of multi-pack combat: inability to coordinate perfectly.
(man/subt)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] Ugly's eye darts back and forth. It cowers, the best a 12 foot behemoth can cower. Submission has been beaten into it. It has managed to eat all its brothers and sisters, and still, submission.
The door is slammed open -- it thuds against the wall. Fell Prayer strides in and the cringing monster falls back. The Ahrouns are dropped to the floor. Sam manages, by force of will alone, to hold back a surprised grunt. Lukas does better: he faceplants the ground without so much as a twitch.
"We no eat master... we no eat..." the mouth has entirely too many teeth: chipped, yellowed, browned, deadly. Strings of slaver run out the corners, splatter on the dirty, spongey floor. "We eat... we eat Gaians?"
One of the four meaty hands reaches toward Mjollnir's Heart, greedily.
[White Eyes] If that's the one that survived, then it's the one most suited for survival. She kept herself to the shadows and waited. The theurge watched with a degree of quiet, albeit disturbed fascination. And while she tore her eyes away from Fell Prayer and towards the twelve foot behemoth in front of her. And she was looking it over for some some sort of weakness.
[Mjollnir's Heart] [Temp WP, cause I was told, diff 8]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Failure at target 8)
[Skinny Legs] Around he moves-- Sampson is one fast mother fucker today.
Really fast. Holding back is a near physical pain, frustrates the hell out of him.
Around, and behind, until he is in position/
I am Behind him!
[Siegecraft] (LAWL.)
[Siegecraft] (okay. Sam, one more IC post. Everyone else: one post in response. then we roll inits)
[Siegecraft] (and share: hang on. roll dex+stealth vs diff 6. this will be resisted by percep/alert at diff 6+1(succ from blur))
[Dances on Fire] Quietly, blended in to the walls, he stalked a little closer. His teeth were gritted against the rather convincing performance of the BSD that wasn't. Dances kept giving the crinos back a leary look, as though he were considering biting the thing's head off then and there out of suspicion.
But he doesn't. He moves his eyes over to the huge creature in the room and... smiled to himself. Another creature worthy of fighting, from the looks of it. Something he could rip and rend the flesh from. Mmm... He started salivating, spittle dripping from his teeth in thick greenish venomous syrupy drops.
[Skinny Legs] (sampson sneaky roll: )
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (Ugly's percep)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Mjollnir's Heart] [sta+PU, shift]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] "Myyy kull? Yeh dare!?" More guttural words replaced by something much more natural, a roar, twisting his head forward for emphasis. His green eyes lock on the cyclops angrily. He seems to throw reason in the face of anything that would dare to attack him, flexing his claws again. "Yeh," snort, huff, puff. "Cun try!" And then, another much more natural sound comes from low in the Garou, a howl prompting his fellows to attack.
[Mjollnir's Heart] No more of this.
The thing inches toward him with a quarter of it's appendages. The stinking, rotting flesh, tainted even before it had been starved and malnourished to it's current frenzied state becomes even more pungent in Sam's nose. "Luke it's going to try and-" His face twists, teeth are bared eyes-
Snap open.
"NOW!"
He's a whirlwind, coming off both feet at once, the totem gifting him with naturally athletic movement nearly doubled in both it's speed and precision. There is no doubt the man before the creature is superhuman, is Gaian of purest breeding. It's everything he's got to rise into the controlled shift into the warform, a giant ten foot steel grey beast in his own right.
That sword, one for a hand and a half now a toy in the hands of the last thing this abomination will ever set eyes on.
[Siegecraft] (hell, might as well try to roll a shift too)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] At the howl, he murmurs a prayer to Gaia and joins in the howl, calling back to the ones already in the room. With a lunge he starts into the room.
[Skinny Legs] Around enuogh, that is. The cyclops was so big, Sampson had thought his position was enough-- but he has BIG FEET too, this ragabash.
Maybe he was too fast, too intent on the rage rising inside him, too noisy...
Sam yells and it's time...
They are all commited to the attack, joined, and yet this is one huge bad Ugly Big Fat Man-- and the ASS end is uglier than the front side!! Regardless. Maybe the garou can bite HIGH and avoid the nasty parts.
NOW!
[White Eyes] She took her opportunity. It was time to move. Things were in place, all was well, and she took her position to where she had been instructed. Towards the back, somewhere that she could see her enemy, and somewhere that she wasn't likely to get thrown. And she waited for it to make its move.
[Siegecraft] Several things happen at once.
Fell Prayer gives the rallying cry for war, and not a moment too soon. Mjollnir's Heart can take no more of the fool's game. He leaps into action, sword brandished. On the Theurge's other side, the Circle's Beta acts in perfect synchrony, coming off the floor in an arc of black fur, white teeth.
Simultaneously, the Theurges still outside bring up the rear. The Fostern and the Cliath, the Coggie and the Lord.
And last, Sampson tries to sneak around behind the Big Ugly ... but picks the wrong side of its face. Suddenly the bile-green eye is fixed on the Ragabash. Of all the insults it's faced, all the attacks suddenly launched on its person --
-- this is the one Ugly chooses to face.
(inits!)
[Siegecraft] (this is for lukas)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (this is for Ugly)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] ((OOOPS!!))
[Mjollnir's Heart] 11+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] Initiative: 5 + 3 + 1d10:
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Dances on Fire] ((Luna's Armor))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]
[Skinny Legs] (Sampson init +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Siegecraft] (i'm rolling for you slowpokes. mrena)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (andrew)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Init + 9))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[White Eyes] Init: 7+1d10
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Siegecraft] (....that was scary.)
[Siegecraft] (action order is:
Sam
Sampson
Lukas
Andrew
Fell
Mrena
Ugly.
Declaring in reverse.
Ugly: 1. grab sampson
2. bite sampson)
[White Eyes] Fatal Flaw on Ugly Guy
[Siegecraft] (reminder: declare as an IC post if you want, but limit yourself to 3 min! *grin*)
[White Eyes] (allow me to revise!)
[White Eyes] Mrena has a tendency to look at things. And look at them like little bits of sculpture or pieces of art or pieces of lint. This creature was beneath her, it was disgusting, disturbing, and flawed. Deliciously, horrifically flawed. White Eyes found herself looking the creature over from her position behind her packmates. She was looking for some visible weakness.
Because everything had cracks. You just had to find them
(Fatal Flaw! Yaaaay!)
[Fell Prayer] Milo sees Sloth- that's all he can think of, but luckily it matches the maniacal glare he can't quite seem to get out of his Black Spiral Dancer eyes, still glowing an odd green- anyway, he sees Sloth going for Sampson and aims his maw to latch on the closest arm of the monster. Fury unleashed and harnessed for the speed of striking Thunder himself, he begins clawing at the thing.
[ 1 Rage. Reg. Action: Bite. Aimed at +2 difficulty. Rage action: Claw slash. ]
[Dances on Fire] Lunging out of the back, leaping past the others even, as he plunges head first into the battle with a roar of challenge. His ears slicked back, he's racing so fast.
(2 rage, extra actions)
(Bite. Bite. Bite.)
[Siegecraft] Wyrmbreaker doesn't think twice. The Ahroun, hispo-shaped, places himself squarely between Sampson and Ugly. His hindclaws rake deep furrows in the dirt as he drives up from below, deadly teeth seeking the underbelly.
A snarl to his compatriots: Ahrouns on the front line! Others, take the flanking positions!
(2 rage. biting.)
[Skinny Legs] Sampson is GLEEFUL! His pack mates will get the back of the creature to play with, and others the side-- Sampson himself makes the most of the situation by dancing out of reach, dodging and weaving to try to make the creature follow and commit to catching HIM --which might be fatal for the monster, more's the glory!!
(1. spend rage to shift to hispo! split action: bite flank, Bite flank )
[Siegecraft] (you need to take one action to get around to flanking. wanna?)
[Skinny Legs] (Shit change desript post:
Sampson is GLEEFUL! His pack mate will take themain attack and leave him to CHEW THE MONSTER TO BITS!!
(1. spend rage to shift to hispo! split action: 1get to flanking, 2Bite flank )
[Mjollnir's Heart] The Modi wastes no time jumping at the monster, directly in the fray. His sword slashes high up toward the thing and the full power of the Fenrir is revealed in stainless mirrored swinging. The air is lit aflame by the release of Luna's greatest gift to the shape changers.
Mjollnir's Heart. It had called him by his deedname, the flock. Told him to protect them. Be their gaurdian when they are in need.
And he'll be in Malfeas before he sees that thing taking a pound from the Strider's hide.
[Spending Max (3) Rage.
1. Attack, sword.]
R1. Attack, sword
R2. Attack, sword
R3, Blinding Rake, claw targeted strike to the eye, diff 10]
[Skinny Legs] (*Sniffs, smooooches Sam!!)
[Siegecraft] (just for the record: ugly now has a cumulative +3 diff mod to try to attack sampson in the back line. however, he can freely change his actions to attack andrew, lukas or sam instead.)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Action 1. Attack.
I'm only writing this full thing out once so pay attention.
[Dex 4 + Crinos Bonus 1 + Totem Bonus 3 + Melee 4 + Ancestors Succ (Melee) 2 = 14 diff 6. specialty.]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] [Damage. Str (7) + 2 + 3/L]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (Sampson is moving. Lukas bites)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 5)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 5)
[Fell Prayer] Bite
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Fell Prayer] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (*sacrifices virgins*)
[Skinny Legs] (Somoene BETTER fuckign HAIL KAHSEENO NOW!)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[White Eyes] (auto-succeeded. Mrena Knows Things about the big ugly)
[Siegecraft] (diff 2 on fatal flaw... waiving the roll. Ugly's turn. one sec.)
[Siegecraft]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (okay, Ugly is turning his attention on Andrew. grabbing. resist with str+brawl or dex+brawl, whichever is higher.)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Str + Brawl))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Rage 1. Same pool. HAIL!
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3
[Mjollnir's Heart] Str+2+4=13 Damage HAIL
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] Rage 1. Claw. WP. HELL!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Siegecraft] (hold up, sampson first!)
[Skinny Legs] (2nd split action: BITE flank! 8 in lupus -3 dice = 5 dice, Diff :-5 flanking
[Skinny Legs]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 8 (Failure at target 5)
[Siegecraft] (lukas, bite +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 7 at target 5)
[Siegecraft] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (KAHSEENO, WHAT HAVE I DONE?)
[Siegecraft] (*collects self* soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Rage Bite 1))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite Damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] Fell Prayer
Thu 1:17 am
Roll valid
Rage 1. Claw. WP. HELL!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (mrena's done -- ugly's last action, gonna wallop andrew (since he can't get close enough to bite))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] R2, again with the sword.
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Mjollnir's Heart] Str+2+3 Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] lukas, last bite.
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Siegecraft] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Rage Bite 2))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Siegecraft] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (sum-up comin' up!)
[Siegecraft] (also, everyone roll percep+alert, diff 8)
[Siegecraft]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)
[Fell Prayer]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Siegecraft] (sorry -- hold on. cody has one more)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Okay, using his off-claw to target the thing's eye now that i'm close enough with the sword slashing.
Dex 8+brawl4=12 diff 10. specialty. WP
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 10) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Mjollnir's Heart] Damage, Str (7) + 1
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] Percet + alert, Using Breath of gaia-2 diff)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7 (Botch x 2 at target 8)
[Dances on Fire] ((Perc + Alertness))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 6, 6, 8 (Failure at target 8)
[White Eyes] Perception+alertness, diff 8 - 2 (lupus!) -2 (Breath of Gaia)= 4
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Dances on Fire] ((Lowered diff, reroll))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] Combat.
It's quick and bloody. Ugly is huge, and tough, and strong as hell. It bellows and flails, it beats at the Garou with its hamsized hands. But even he cannot contend with the concerted attacks of three, four, five, six Garou all at once. Their teeth snap at his sinews, his skinless flesh -- though individually they do little damage, little by little they draw his blood, hot and foul; they bleed him dry.
Mjollnir's Heart's last attack -- a keen swipe at the single eye -- tears off half the thing's face. If it could be said to have a face.
Ugly gives a last, ululating groan. Falls on its face.
(hold on, PMing those who succeeded)
[Siegecraft] (your spideysense is tingling. something ain't right.)
to Fell Prayer
[Siegecraft] (someone else is in here.)
to Skinny Legs
[Administrator] liar has left Cabrini-Green (Northside)
[Siegecraft] (someone's up above!)
to White Eyes
[Siegecraft]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] "Another is here!!"
The Ragabash yells out the warning, even as the body of the cyclops spiral dancer falls on its face--
Damned if that isnt fitting, after Sam's face plant. Revenge is... fugly.
[Dances on Fire] He lifts his head, looks over at the skinned legged Ragabash, and turns. Looking up into the dark ceiling expectantly. Staring into the nothingness and bellowing out a challenge.
[White Eyes] She barked, stopping, and looking at the large ceiling. The theurge took a step back and growled. Eyes narrowed, her fur raised, and the sound was absolutely displeased. her body posture, the subtle gestures. The wolf was screaming loud and clear. Something's up above us. Don't look down, look up; we're not done yet.
[Fell Prayer] The fur on his back raise, and his tail does the same to alert those who aren't already paying attention. Something isn't right. Milo's hands dip into his flesh, and he seems like one of those hoodoo South American surgeons pulling a tumor from his own blistered and pox-marked skin. Then his clawed index, middle finger and thumb are drawn out of it, they clutch another of those jade vials. The cork pops free and to the ground, and he quickly dips the end of each talon into the jar. The spent vessel is also discarded, whether the talen awakens to aid him or not, readying himself for the coming attack those around him seem to be waiting for.
[ Gnosis, activating talen, difficulty 5. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Mjollnir's Heart feels the sickening stuff that was flesh sliding through clawed fingers there at the very end and it's all he can do not to vomit at the thought of part of him inside the flesh of the thing. It falls though and gloriously the giant Fenrir in it's warform, grey fur matted with streaks of crimson already congealing blood howls into the room with the others.
It's massive chest bows out and it's voice calls his name out so all might hear. Arms brace upward at his sides as he calls out another riotous report at the thing's death.
The sword is still in his hand, but it's not quite at the ready when his pack shouts at once that the danger still lurks here. The fenrir whips around to look where his other set of eyes, points him and stares along the same vanishing line as the female wolf.
[Siegecraft] Only, it's not quite up that's the threat. There's something moving up there, to be sure -- some shadowy movement they can't quite make out, as if the walls were collapsing in on themselves; no, as if the walls were slipping down, one perfectly camouflaged layer peeling down from another.
The second they realize that, the ground moves. It roils like water -- like rubber -- it rolls and tumbles. A bellowing gust of wet, stinking heat. Most the Garou react on instinct; they leap clear, they dig their claws in where they can, they scrabble free even as the ground itself heaves upward, pulls away from the walls and the floor and --
-- and they realize it's not ground at all, it's some sort of flesh, some sort of membrane pulling out from under their feet like a rug. The entirety of the room has housed another all this time; an enormous amoeboid creature that has, all at once, moved to enshroud, envelope, engulf.
The ground is solid, hardpacked earth when they regain their feet. In the center of the room is a glistening, translucent mass of ectoplasm. In the core of it, a little off-center, something like a smudged, malevolent eye: a nucleus, perhaps.
Also, the muffled, fighting shape of something humanoid.
Also, Sam is nowhere to be seen.
[Administrator] Boop has left Cabrini-Green (Northside)
[Siegecraft] Sam:
Heat.
That's the first thing you feel. Smothering, choking heat. And the stench, the stink of it. And pressure, pressing in on you, squeezing like a massive fist or...
or a stomach.
If you open your eyes, there's an acid fume in what little air there is. It stings the sensitive membranes of your nose, your mouth, your eyes. You can dimly see shapes outside, your packmates and your compatriots, but you cannot hear them, and you cannot break out of this thing.
You can barely breathe in here. Your fur is already beginning to sizzle.
(roll str alone, resisted vs diff 6. if you win out, you can begin attacking your way out from the inside.
also, at the end of each round, take 2 unsoakable agg. you're on a timer before it digests you!)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Str+ Crinos 7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (str resist)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (blob declare for the record:
1. spit goo at whoever's in front of it (up to three)
2. slime lukas
3. try to swallow someone else (random))
[Dances on Fire] ((Spend 2 Rage, bite bite bite, trying to chomp (eat?) his way to Sam))
[White Eyes] It flowed- its movements were graceful and collected and, at that moment, Mrena could not help but think back for a moment. When they had descended, it was unseasonably warm. The ground had been soft; it had not quite felt like the actual ground and now?
Now, she knew why.
And, at that moment, she looked at the the amoeba from Hell and growled. She growled like it had displeased her (which it had) and her posture said, very clearly, that she was above it. That she was so much better than the creature. The whole while, she was looking for an opportunity
(Standard action: Taunting!
Rage action: Fatal Flaw)
[White Eyes] (ack! Delete!)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Where am I?
Clawed hands grasp and orgenics, sickly and tainted. Shapes come into focus as the Fenrir presses the edges of his prison, stretching the walls of the thing until he can see-
Is that Lukas?
It's been two maybe three seconds and the palm of one giant paw of the warformed werewolf beings to sizzle, the hair burning from between his fingers,the skin peeling from the palm as the acid breps in, bringing more of that nauseating smell with it. By now he's in a full panic as what's happened to his begins to set in and he strains to push at the walls,reaching down to grab his sword from the bile and finding that it has not made the trip with him. If they can make him out by now his entire body is thrashing at the walls of his prison. Wildly, his cries harken to both a frenzy rising and the pain of being simply-
dinner.
Over the totemphone there are only the snarling, screaming thoughts of a primal beast, reduced to nothing but a set of elongated fingernails to break out of his fleshy cage.
[Mjollnir's Heart] [Regaining 2 rage, checking for frenzy. diff 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Siegecraft] (reminder, action order is
sam
sampson
lukas
andrew
milo
mrena
blob)
[Fell Prayer] Milo is a Bringer of Light. He's been deep into the belly of the beast. Like a diver, swimming straight down with little thought put to saving breath for the ascent. Something about the literalness of the situation seems to placate him. Calm him.
Despite the frantic sidestepping and clutching to the wall with his unpoisoned hand, his bastard-skin slowly melts away. Where once a broken down jalopy of a Black Spiral Dancer stood, he is again the jet black stealth bomber- except where a patch of skin, a deep battle scar that has settled into the very muscle, sits on the right side of his torso from ribs to hip, belly button to spine.
As the disguise melts away Milo shoves his hand once again into his flesh. Another one bites the dust. He kisses the jade vessel, popping its cork with a clawed thumb.
"Spit him out, you ugly bastard," growled out in the High Tongue.
[ Split pool: Activating talen. Throwing it down the stomach's... stomach's gullet. ]
[White Eyes] (because a decision was made, NOW I can declare!)
It flowed- its movements were graceful and collected and, at that moment, Mrena could not help but think back for a moment. When they had descended, it was unseasonably warm. The ground had been soft; it had not quite felt like the actual ground and now?
Now, she knew why.
And, at that moment, she looked at the the amoeba from Hell and growled. She growled like it had displeased her (which it had) and her posture said, very clearly, that she was above it. And that very, very soon, that once graceful wolf- now pitch black, enraged death machine, was going to be retrieving her packmate. There were no words, there were only actions. And that action was timed and executed with her packmates. The whole while, she was looking for a better opportunity
(Spending rage to go direct from lupus to crinos
Standard action: Pack Tactic- Fur gnarl 9dex+brawl)
Rage action: Fatal Flaw)
[Siegecraft] Wyrmbreaker's world reduces to tunnel vision in moments like this. There are two thoughts in his mind:
Get Sam out.
and
Kill it.
Without a second's pause the Circle comes together. Sampson will move before him, and Sam before him, and Mrena after them all, but --
Inside or out, they will all strike the same spot on the smooth, sticky membrane of the beast.
[Siegecraft] (oops. 3 rage -- all of them targeted fur gnarl strikes)
[Skinny Legs] Skinny Legs is allll ears, teeth, eyes, and legs as he hurls himself at the Giant Wyrmwad of Doom, heeds the order over the totemphone and starts the slicing of the outer layer of the creature,. hopefully weakening the wall for Sam to break through, their pack to dig down and free him.
ONE way or the other, that wolf in there is getting out!! There is a life owed, and love behind it. Striders, once they commit, are All in
(1 rage: FUR GNARL BITE: FUR GNARL BITE!!)
[Siegecraft] (OK, Sam first. i'm gonna rule that since Sam has the least motility, wherever HE strikes is the point of the fur gnarl. so everyone else has to target that point.
also, Sam is at a +2 diff mod for being, y'know, stuck in a blob.
roll, Sam!)
[Mjollnir's Heart] [Already posted so i'll make it both short and sweet. Max (3) Rage.
1. Claw.
1r. Claw
2r. Claw
3r. Claw. ]
[Mjollnir's Heart] dex 8 brawl 4 diff 8.
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Mjollnir's Heart] 7(str)+1
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak for formality's sake)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] standard action: Attack Hispo Bite Fur Gnarl!
Diff 5 : Hispo, Pack tactic.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5) [WP]
[Skinny Legs] Damage: Str 4 + 3 hispo + 1 hispo + 1 bite +5 successes
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (lukas -- followup strike)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Failure at target 8)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Dances on Fire] (( Bite Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Siegecraft]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Soak acid splash))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] Gnosis - 2 (Split Pool)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Wits, diff 8
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 6 (Failure at target 8)
[Fell Prayer] Throw: Dexterity (4) + 1 (Crinos) - 3 (Split Pool). Diff 8. Willpower.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Siegecraft] -- a tiny vial of something bounces into the wet, squeezing cavern that encases Sam.
The Fenrir looks up on instinct.
This is a mistake.
(blob takes -3 dice for 2 turns. Sam takes -1 die for 2 turns, because he got splashed by some of it)
[White Eyes] (Fur gnarl- dex2+brawl2+crinos1, diff 8 to hit the same spot.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Siegecraft] Blob SPITS ON YOU ALL!
Sampson --
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] Lukas
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] Andrew
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (anyone want to take an action to dodge?)
[Dances on Fire] ((Naw, fuck it))
[Skinny Legs] Dodge: 4dex +3dodge + 3, WP, Specialty (check 10s) diff 7
(Note: the skinny big eared fucker can move like 1.1 mi per TURN. according to movement rules. WISH it applied a little to dodge!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 3
[Siegecraft] (OK, Sampson gets off scot free (but loses an action)
Andrew and Lukas are both poisoned. The poison is paralytic. It does 1 unsoakable agg at the end of each turn, and also takes away 1 die from your action pools at the end of each turn. This is cumulative. It ends when you fall unconscious.
Sam, roll first rage action!)
[Mjollnir's Heart] 12-1=11. claw. diff 8 (+2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Str (7) +1 + 0 = 8 Damage.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (sampson is out of actions. lukas rage 1, clawing at weakened spot)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Siegecraft] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite 1 Rage))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite 1 Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (shit wait, that was nontargeted. 3 more soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (ignore. losing mind.)
[Mjollnir's Heart] 11 again, claw. diff 8
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Mjollnir's Heart] Str (7) +1 + 1 = 9 Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Soak acid splash))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (lukas, rage 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 8)
[Siegecraft] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] (( Bite 2))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite 2 Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak -- also roll soak on 2 damage for acid splash)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Soak acid splash))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] 12-1=11 dice to claw at diff 8. fourth (?) rage action
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Mjollnir's Heart] 7+1+2 =10 damage
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (last claw!)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Siegecraft] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (er, whoops. blob slimes lukas)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 5, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (blob damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (lukas soaks)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (sampson 1
lukas 2
andrew 3
fell 4
mrena 5)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (blob stamina)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (hold up for wrapup post!)
[Siegecraft] Dimly, the Garou can hear Sam's frantic snarls inside the creature. They can see his handpaws pushing at the membranes, briefly swimming into almost-clarity as the Fenrir presses out with all his might before snapping back into the translucent obscurity of the creature's ectoplasm again.
They attack with singleminded ferocity, blow after blow striking the same spot to dig a path to their compatriot -- or kill it dead. Whichever.
And they are making progress. Splatters, splashes, glops of sizzling mucus litter the room. The blob's edges no longer seem to defined, and the different ends of its mass seem undecided in which way they want to go. It no longer moves as a coherent whole. A pseudopod extends one way; the bulk of the blob moves another.
The blob, however, is not without is defenses. It seethes at the Garou. Sampson is the only one with the good sense to dodge. Unwholesome goo splatters Andrew and Lukas both. Seconds go by. It seems to have done nothing.
Then Andrew realizes his left shoulder is growing numb. And Lukas realizes his hindleg no longer obeys his will perfectly.
Poison! A single word, sharp as a bark.
The blob strikes out -- a great, gelatinous mass smacking into the Ahroun a second later, sending him staggering back on his weak leg, but leaving no damage. Then -- and quite without warning --
It gathers itself up and pours down on Sampson. Engulfs the Strider.
Now there are two packmates trapped within the glistening mass -- a thin membrane separating them.
(Andrew and Lukas take 1 unsoakable agg and lose 1 die (in addition to whatever wound penalties they may have.
Sam takes 2 unsoakable agg, has lost 1 die, and is hitting at +2 diff.
Sampson is hitting at +2 diff.
Blob looks like it's in pretty bad shape.)
[Siegecraft] (blob declare: spew poison at nearest 3 attackers.
slime andrew
slime lukas)
[Skinny Legs] (HEY! YOU LEGGO MY STRIDER!!)
[Siegecraft] (declaring for lukas in advance: drop all rage (2) and claw! getting food!)
[White Eyes] She didn't see Sam yet.
And now? She didn't exactly see Sampson either.
And it was something that she was not pleased by.
With that, the theurge took a moment to continue the assault on the weakest area of the blob- which, from what she had gathered, was the gaping hole in the middle-now-not-the-middle of it. Directive still stood: get Sam out. Kill it.
(standard action: split: claw at the hole, claw at the hole
rage action: claw at the hole!)
[Fell Prayer] Fell Prayer advances on the pseudopod, a lone wolf leaving a larger pack to frenzy on a fallen fatty mother as he stalks the calf.
The Theurge howls as loud as he can again in the High Tongue, unleashing his own volley of sharp-taloned blows on it. “For Gaia! For Thunder! For Owl! For Unicorn! For Fenris!
The first handful of claws is still caked with a syrupy glazing of red liquid, and as the swipe falls it trails the faint sounds of despaired moans and screaming agony. Again rage prods him on, perhaps emboldened by the face he has yet to feel the blob's wrath on his untouched battle skin.
[ 2 Rage. Poisoned Claw. Claw. Claw. ]
[Dances on Fire] ((y'all make it so purdy. Andrew splits action, Bite/Dodge acid))
[Mjollnir's Heart] [Reflexive, frenzy check // I'm still being digested.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7)
[Siegecraft] (blob str resist to keep sampson from moving)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 6, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] STR!! 4+3
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] I CANT COUNT)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (sampson can move at +2 diff)
[Mjollnir's Heart] [aaaaand there's my last WP.]
[Skinny Legs] He has never been in the belly of anything before.
The experience is to be avoided at all costs, and he can't help but remeber one of his wives during childbirth...
2 rage!! 1. BITE MEMBRATE to free sam! 2. BITE MEMBRANE TO FREE SAM! (Unless its down, in which case BITE WEAK SPOT! 3. REPEAT STEP 2!!
[Administrator] liar, welcome to Cabrini-Green (Northside) (Night)
[Mjollnir's Heart] [I'm not writing any more till the close, i'm just too tired. sorry guys.
spending 1 WP to avoid frenzy.]
[Skinny Legs] standard action: 4 dex +2 brawl + 2 hispo , diff = 6+2 blobbed, -1 hispo, WP!!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] Damage: 4+ 3+ 2 +2 succ
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (Lukas, claw)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Siegecraft] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Siegecraft] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Dances on Fire] ((Bite split action, HAIL KAHSEENO))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 10 (Failure at target 7) [WP]
[Fell Prayer] Poisoned Claw. WP.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Fell Prayer] Damage Strength (7) + 1 (Claw) + 3 (Sux) + 4 (Talen)
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 13 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] [ What was that Kahseeno? You want my babies? Well, I guess... Roll 1d20 to see if it breeds true. Cause I said so. ]
[Siegecraft] (pause combat! post coming up.)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] (WOOOT ShADOWLORD!!)
[Siegecraft] Swallowing Sampson had, in retrospect, been an act of spite. The separation of the pseudopod from the main body -- well; perhaps that was an act of desperation.
Bifurcating. Running. Hoping one half, one piece, survives the onslaught.
No such luck. Sampson claws from within; Lukas from without. And Fell Prayer slams his poisoned claw down on the pseudopod, splattering it to pieces.
The effect is immediate, and catastrophic. The blob loses all containment. It fluctuates wildly -- twitches, blebs, trembles, convulses, and finally --
(not entirely without warning)
explodes.
Searing acid, burning bile, ichor, goo, and perhaps a few bits of half-digested fomori splash everywhere.
[Siegecraft] (everyone roll soak against 7 agg.)
[Dances on Fire] ((Soak!))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Siegecraft]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[White Eyes] (soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] soak 4+3
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Mjollnir's Heart] 7 sta + 3 for talen soak, hail.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Fell Prayer] 3 more for talen, forgot.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Skinny Legs] (WOW.)
[Siegecraft] (final tally (i think) --
Ugly: 20 damage (20 total)
Blob: WAY OVERKILLED (45 total)
Sampson down 3
Andrew down 2
Milo 0
Sam 4
Lukas 6
Mrena 6
Also, unless healed for 6 cumulative each or more within ... 1 round for Lukas, 5 for Andrew, both Andrew and Lukas will fall unconscious from the poison shortly. It won't kill them, but it will give them a nasty hangover.)
[Dances on Fire] He ducks away from the explosion and comes away mostly unscathed. His fur pops and sizzles in some places. The acid queitly eating away at it. He finds a clean part of the hallway and rubs himself against the ground. Smearing it off him as well as possible. Then he turns and walks over to Mrena. Assessing her for a moment, grunting. She'll live.
Lukas, however, whines a lot when he nearly dies and Sam might try to punch him again.
Shifting up into glabro and picking up the canteen from Mrena, he stalks over to Lukas and kneels. Lifting the man's head, he pours it down the man's throat. Maybe he'll drown, who knows.
[Dances on Fire] ((Talen activation - healing))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 6 (Success x 4 at target 3) [WP]
[Skinny Legs] Sampson Had complained for some time that no matter what he did, what he attacked, what attacked him-- he could not manage to get a battle scar.
The Wyrmwad might do it though.
He gains his feet nearly as soon as the giant blob releases Sam and himself, then searches out another healing talen for Mrena; he's not the best to use it.
" Fell-Prayer-Rhya?" The ragabash holds it out for the fostern's assistance.
[White Eyes] She might have made an unhappy, rather pained noise.
She might have growled in frustration or snapped her teeth or articulated some thought process.
She might have done a lot of things.
But White Eyes didn't do much of anything except remember that she was supposed to breathe.
After a while, something came across the totem link.
... that was unexpected.
[Siegecraft] No shit.
Mrena was stunned. Lukas -- isn't quite, but he's not particularly dancing a jig either.
Long moments later: Everyone still alive?
Then Dances on Fire is offering a much-appreciated drink. Wyrmbreaker -- while rather badly affected by the damn thing's final retaliation -- isn't quite down yet. Hispo-formed, he laps up the healing talen as offered without hesitation.
Lukas is like that. If you offer a favor, more often than not he will accept. There's no polite deferral about these things.
New strength floods his limbs. Second by second, he can feel the poison at work, but at least it staves off immediate unconsciousness. He shakes himself out, bits of goo flying from his black fur.
"I saw it spit at you too," garouspeech is rough and eloquent, suited to these bestial forms. "You should save some healing for yourself." The hispo ducks its head to lick at his forearm, pink tongue startlingly bright against the black fur.
[Fell Prayer] Despite the muck, bits and bile dripping off of him, rises out of the remains like a shadow untouched by storm as it runs in torrents off of his thick black fur. He shakes his head, a rain of innards misting off and into his immediate area. He waits for it to settle before again raising his head to the sky. When he calls it's in the speech of spirits, a howl that flashes and cracks with lightening and thunder, the scent of burnt ozone tickling the nose of those that understand it. "Thunder! Grandfather! Truly, I am your son! Your protection from this storm, your blessing, humbles me!"
And a moment later he stalks toward his sister, seeing Lukas is tended to. He nods to Skinny Legs, taking the talen and administering its divine healing to White Eyes. He prays as he does so, in a steady chant. "Thunder, make her whole. If you must make it a debt, then she has the strength to pay it." Repeating this again and again as he coaxes the spirit out.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Dances on Fire] He grunts and looks down at the oddly colored bruise on his shoulder which has spread down to one arm. "I'll live. Need to find plant." He glances around the room. Checking on everyone. Taking a few steps around as he does. Making sure everyone survived.
[Skinny Legs] We All Live. We have less fur! But! We live! OUR PACK IS UNBROKEN!
A sore, joyous, ick-covered paean, as the garou lifts up his muzzle and HOWLS victory.
(Assuming this space is safe to do that in, human wise!)
[Siegecraft] (i'm officially done STing, folks! if you guys wanna play a few more posts to wrap up that's cool w/ me, but i'ma go take a quick shower.)
[Mjollnir's Heart] And like that the Fenrir is on his back, his last memories of pushing back the crimson haze of the beast. The fur that would normally cushion his legs and his back and up the backs of his forearms is gone, as is much of that along his shoulders and in patches across his chest. The skin beneath that is cracked, red and boiling in places. Few patches are worse than raw and have indeed had the outer flesh peeled away digested.
Come choke.
It's what he's said to the unluky Black Spiral Dancers who had threatened him with becoming a meal.
No sooner though has he hit the floor than the last of what was previously the globular entity is cascading upon all of them. A giant arm swings up in front of his eyes with the last of his strength and lucky that, for the top of his scalp and that forearm as well as the palm of one paw are stripped nearly to the bone. The last of the paint on his chest makes a shining mockery around burnt fur and splashes of the creature's digestive juices. "I want...." He can't even say he's so shaken, can only think the words out to his packmates, standing to his feet under nothing but the gifts he'd begun using when this battle was new.
Down he shifts, to the near man, his vision clearing out from the beast a bit more. "Headcount." He bellows, gruff and deep. "Sound off."
And again he's the soldier, the veteran picking up his sword, listening as his packmates report their injuries, their status as survivors and soon their deeds. Again tomorrow he'll be unscarred, in a week unscathed.
"Lukas?" He turns one way, and then the other. His eyes do find his packmate eventually, a hand extending down to the other on the ground. "Gonna make it?"
That's dangerously close to a smile from one of those young men to the other. A good sign this place might freeze over in the next few minutes.
[Dances on Fire] ((Thanks for the play folks, Andrew's gonna run off and find him a nice plant to hump))
[Skinny Legs] (OH HE IS SOOO GROSS!)
[Skinny Legs] (That was awesome, thanks everyone!!
[Fell Prayer] [ Agreed, great scene. Thanks all! ]
[Skinny Legs] (NIGHT! exhausted! If sampson can find one, he will share a healing talen with Andrew, and if not, uhh gooooood luck!)
[Siegecraft] It's not easy for a Hispo to grasp another's arm. Wyrmbreaker takes Crinos for that, his handpaw gripping the other's forearm solidly.
Nevermind that fur is coming off the both of them in clumps.
"I think if you can survive a few minutes in a blob," wry, "I can survive the blob exploding in my face."
He releases the other's forearm, nods to the two Fosterns that had joined them. "My thanks, Rhyas. Your help was much appreciated.
"Now let's grab some trophies and get the hell out of here."
[Dances on Fire] ((Night!))
[Skinny Legs] (Share= get Fells to use it on ANdrew or something)
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[Fell Prayer] Fell Prayer gives the Shadow Lord Ahroun a nod, a last glance to check that White Eyes has been healed to the point of mobility.
"And thank you for the invitation. A good battle. I'm glad to see your number whole," and with that he begins to dig through the piled remains for the pseudopod, in case it had some backbone or other possible trophy. A brain, perhaps? Sloshing through for whatever would prove the kill.
He looks up with a fang-toothed smile, smacking the huge vault door still in the wall. "Anyone got a pickup? Or a fork lift?" A snort of laughter.
[Mjollnir's Heart] ((Awesome scene dude, thanks for playing everyone!))
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[White Eyes] The world came back into focus a moment later. Within a matter of seconds, actually. Long enough to remember that she had nerve endings, and that they felt as though they were on fire. And, for a moment, she hurt, and she loved every second of it for the lessons that it taught. Pain would fade, and scars would remain as reminder of the information retained.
Mrena wouldn't have any scars for this, or she might have. She wasn't sure yet; realistically, she welcomed them.
She nodded, lifting an arm to say that she was fine, and then was off to go gather her things and tend to Andrew. She was well enough to move, and well enough that she wasn't mentally knocked on her ass.
"... these are going to be fun to take back."
[Siegecraft] The best Fell Prayer will find is a wilted nucleus -- discolored, very fragile, the consistency of watery gelatin.
For his part, Wyrmbreaker takes the head of the ugly one, methodically stripping it of the flesh until all that remains is the misshapen skull: an eye socket in entirely the wrong place; no indentation of the nose at all; a gaping, unhinged jaw.
There's a whuff, possibly amusement.
"I have a big trunk." Pause. "And some trash bags."
[Siegecraft] (one of you wanna do the honors for the wyrmpole? i'm totally beat *LOL* i think that post there *points* is gonna be my last in this scene!)
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[Fell Prayer] Milo's claws arch back, softer furred pads beneath scooping up the nucleus. "Yes. Trash bags. Double bags. Maybe triple," thinking of his own car as he examines the nucleus, wondering how he could dry it. "This entire place will need to be cleansed. The carrion spirits and banes that could feed off of these remains... The Eater of Souls would grow fat here," looking to Mrena for confirmation.
[White Eyes] (sounds like a plan to me!)
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[Fell Prayer] [ Sounds good, night man. Thanks for running a kick ass scene. Yeah, I think that's last for me too. ]
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celebration.
9 years ago