This is not a normal hunt.
This isn't really even a hunt, to be honest, it's a siege. It's an ambush. It's Gaians. And a door, backed in and half waiting, half expectant, half waiting for things to happen. How did it get to this? How did they get this tip? Were they waiting to make their move, or waiting until there was, finally, a chance for them to survive the fight outside?
This is not where we start our scene.
But this is where it begins.
----
[Earlier]
They were at the caern, all of them. In some form or fashion, these garou were at the caern, and given a task by a passing Glass Walker. There was something going on in the industrial district. There were some things that needed to be checked out. A package to be retrieved.
This was not how it was supposed to happen.
---
The air is cold and smells like foetid meat.
The moon is not full.
They are an impromptu war party.
[Wyrmbreaker]
Wyrmbreaker has spent much of the past few weeks in the north, near the Hive; it's anyone's guess exactly what he's up to. Sometimes he's seen talking to the Warder. Or the Grand Elder. Other times, he's consulting with the ragabashes; the theurges; the Mistress of the Rite. Once or twice, he's seen in the company of the epiphling who calls herself Meka'il. Michael the Archangel. Attended now by the knights of the church, she seems stronger these days. Her wings more expansive. Her righteousness more certain.
Tonight, though, he's in Chicago. He was at the Caern. He's there with Sinclair, and he's there to meet Christian, whose patrol had just ended. The purpose was simple: hunting. Together. The party gathers, and then they depart.
Wyrmbreaker drives. He's not a wrathful wolf. Rageful, yes, but not wrathful; not out of control with his own anger and supernatural fury. His hands are steady on the wheel. He drives swiftly, but not recklessly. The car pulls to a smooth stop. The Ahroun killed the engine and stepped out of his car, footfalls heavy, hands slapping heavy against his own thick musculature as he activated talens, geared up for war.
--
And now here they are. In a cold, clammy room; cold and clammy though the season is warm. A shut door, several wolves.
He's waiting by the window now, his breathing level and deep and even. His fingers move gently at his side now and then, as though mapping some unseen surface. He speaks quietly:
"Not much longer now."
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 7) [WP]
[oh! for the record: -1 gn BB, -1 gn soak talen. sometime in the waiting-time, -1 gn to Luna's Armor, rolled thusly!]
[Wyrmbreaker]
[also, he'd provide soak talens and GBs for anyone who needs them; bloody bandages for christian and resistance, if they didn't have their own.]
[Night's Reprieve]
The God stands by the door, occasionally he moves forward to peek through the keyhole to find out what is out there. But most of his attention is focused on the others in the room, their moods and how they react to one another. It interests Night's Reprieve, but it also is of crucial benefit. The young Fang he knows, he has fought with him three times now. He knows that he is constantly on the edge, constantly fighting not to break out of his skin at the slightest provocation.
The other two though, are completely new to the Godi. The shadow lord, who arrived late and took over without even needing to say anything. He's like seething magma by the window, calm and cool on the outside though burning on the inside. They share much in common, the fang and the Lord. But there is much to separate them also.
The girl he finds a most unusual puzzle. A woman at odds with herself.
[-1WP Resist Pain
-1G Soak talen +3]
[Night's Reprieve]
[ He wishes he was a God. +i]
[Resistance]
Outside, something gurgles, screeches a disgusting sound.
And the air is silent again.
Next, there is a roar. A loud, ear-splitting sound that rattles the glass of the window nearby, that they can feel in their chests, their bones, before anything else.
[Locked doors.] groundrules:
1: I want to get this done in four hours because we've got a time constraint. So, please post in alphabetical order until inits!
2: Taking hits for someone else/blocking for them/etc. is not a reflexive action in this scene. You have to declare it, or you can take it as a substitution. You do not, however, take a +1 penalty in changing your declare to a defensive action for someone else.
3: try and keep posts under 8 minutes before inits
4: I might not pay attention to the chat. If you have a question, IM me!
5: Enjoy the scene!
[Warcry] [On the way:
-1WP, Resist Pain
-1G, Soak Talen (+2 Soak)]
[Locked doors.] [you don't see this: per+PU...]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Locked doors.] Outside, there is a muffled sound, and the sound of an argument-
"You fucking son... set... we had..."
it fades out, and the air grows tense. The Gains behind the door can hear the argument, though onesided, growing heated, intense, angry. Flaring, fuming, horrible rage from the other side of the door. It gurgles and growls and grows. It is an inferno without feeling too hot. Christian knows this feeling all too well, but we digress. The argument continues-
"YOU SET ME UP! WHAT IS THIS?!"
-and something snaps The screaming, angry and unpleasant is replaced by a roar. Which is suddenly, unexpectly replaced by a snap, and another roar. A distinctly monstrous one- and it's different from hearing a crinos garou, though it soundslike a bastardization of the high tongue. So many voices piled on top of itself. Something in the umbra screams, and cries in panic, in terror.
Something in the physical realm does the same. And is silenced with a bloody gurgle and a wet slap.
Everyone in that room knows what the sound of flesh tearing sounds like.
The Gaians had waited, and rather faithfully, heard gurgling, crackling bone and the sound of pitched battle. Things clashing until there is nothing else. In theory, whatever is outside should be there. Should be injured grievously. Their job should, essentially, be half done for them by now. The smell of rotting meat still lingers in the air, seeps under the steel door and clings to their skin. Lingers in the air, and sticks to their noses, their hair, their consciences.
Outside, something else catches a scent. It is the smell of steel and cold and lightning and kings. It is the unspoken, and a heavy thumping is heard, approaching the door.
[Christian del Piero] Christian doesn't wait very well. He tries. He does what he can to keep busy. But he doesn't have talens to activate...he doesn't have a weapon to clean. So he paces until someone tells him to knock it off. Or until the argument starts. In his wolf form his ears would prick. Instead his eyes flash. He looks at the door like he's about to run at it. Then he shivers. Grits his teeth. Scratches at the scar on his throat. Feeling the Rage on the other side makes his own unbearable. It's a wonder he's not biting back frenzy. Or letting the Wyrm in again. He flies around at the sound of thumping. Looks to Lukas.
[Night's Reprieve] NR freezes by the door at the sound of arguments. He listens, trying to gain information.. but the talking ceases almost as quickly as it started. When the bone breaking and flesh rending begins he's already shifting. Jaws and claw-less paws erupting in a blur of long grey and black streaked fur. His spear at his side he waits by the door. When footsteps begin to sound he doesn't step back from the door, not unless commanded. He is born for the front lines, its what he has known his whole life.
But he is also a Godi, a warrior shaman. He knows when to look elsewhere for answers. He stares into the shiny steel door, he stares right through it.
[Peeking! -1dif!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [what's going onnn?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Locked doors.] Blood splatters across the window, which obscures the ahroun's view.
[Night's Reprieve] His jaw clenches and his lips curl into a deep snarl emitting from his throat at what he sees. He speaks to the others.
"Banes... many banes... too many to count.. The item is there, outside the door. A small box, they can't open it. It repels them when they try to touch it. The box.. it exists both here and in the umbra.."
[Warcry] Since they got trapped in this godforsaken room, however that happened, Sinclair has been sitting against the wall facing the door, leaning against it. Her legs are bent and her eyes are closed and her arms are loosely laid over her knees. It is a relaxed pose. Her breathing is steady. She could be sleeping. She isn't looking into the umbra or peering through the window. She makes the slightest noise of acknowledgement when Wyrmbreaker speaks, saying it's not long now. A muscle in her cheek tightens when there's screaming outside, violence. Her breathing hitches, then steadies again.
Warcry looks relaxed. Occasionally one of her hands will flex slowly into a fist, unfurl just as slowly. Occasionally her breathing will twitch, her chest clenching, her shoulders held so motionless it has to hurt her spine.
Normally she is, no matter how she feels, what emotion is dominating her, somewhat at ease within her own skin. She's a Fostern Galliard of the Nation. She knows who she is, and who she is not. What she is to do, and what she should not. She knows what she can take. For some reason, she's doing her best to not react right now. It's almost meditative, the way she is after she's made another round of talens, trying to regain her spiritual footing.
Sinclair doesn't have her footing right now.
[Warcry] [Nix! Swapping for the wyrmish lurkness.]
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker goes to the window at the sounds of struggle outside. What uncertain, dim light there is sketches across harsh bones, slanting planes. His eyes are crystalline and clear, but they see nothing. There's a smear of blood on the window. It's fresh. He relies on his allies instead: the Godi whom he had not met before this night, whose eyes briefly go clouded as he Peeks.
The report comes. Wyrmbreaker nods. Then he passes Christian a scrap of bloodied cloth, wrapped around a small token of clay carved with a shield. I really need to teach you how to make talens, he says into his packmate's mind, wry.
Then the Ahroun shifts into his preferred warform: hulking, blackfurred, hispo. "Can you heal, Fenrir?"
[Night's Reprieve] "Of course Wyrmbreaker. I do it all." The Godi grins.
[Christian del Piero] Christian is agitated. Somewhere under all that anger and scar tissue there's an intelligent 18 year old. One who is interested in something other than killing. He has books in his room at the Loft. Not comic books. Walt Whitman and Henry David Thoreau and Shakespeare. Stuff that isn't real easy to sit and read if you're worked up. But he knows there's a world beyond his fists.
He jumps when he hears his alpha's voice in his head. It's still kind of weird. There's wordless agreement in response. Then he takes the talens. Christian grinds his teeth. Breathes heavy. That's nothing new. "What's in the box?" he asks.
(( Rolling to activate soak talen then -1 Gnosis for BB. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 7)
[Wyrmbreaker] There's a faint whuff; perhaps amused. "Then be ready to. Let me take the brunt of the blows. Christian, be ready to get behind them and [fuck] them up."
As for what's in the box:
"A fetish. Balance-rhya didn't get into specifics, but he wouldn't send us if it weren't important."
[Night's Reprieve] Night's Reprieve nods his head, his hand reaches to his waist and he withdraws a small metal capsule from his fur. He reaches to the tip of his spear and cracks the talen over the end of it. The leader says to heal, and heal he shall. But he will prepare for everything regardless. He steps away from the door to allow Wyrmbreaker to take the front.
[damage talen]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker shakes out his fur, forepaws planted. One last check:
"Ready?"
[-1WP to resist pain!]
[Christian del Piero] He doesn't really need to understand why they're here to do his job. His job is as Lukas says...get behind them and fuck them up. His thoughts are too red for him to really worry beyond the initial question. What am I maybe going to die tonight for? "Getting something for the grand elder" is a less stupid reason than the other times he's died this month. The soak talen ends up breaking. Why do people keep giving him these stupid things anyway? Lukas can feel frustration from his packmate but it has no words. Christian just growls and shifts to hispo.
"Ready."
[Night's Reprieve] "Ready."
[Wyrmbreaker] There are no more words, and nothing left of subtlety. With a snarl, Wyrmbreaker leaps at the door. He slams into it with all his weight. Bursts the hinges, splinters the frame. As it slams down to the floor, he's already in motion, leaping forward with jaws unhinged, ready for blood.
[Night's Reprieve] He's not used to being at the back, even at his previous sept amongst his tribe he was in the forefront. But he allows the raging fang to step ahead of him, allows the young angry mess of a kid to burst through that doorway first in hispo before he squeezes himself through less elegantly.
[locked doors.] They come through the door, and find themselves in a room. The body is nowhere in sight, namely because they have to contend with the fact that there is rotten factory worker strewn over the assembly line equipment. They've been here for several weeks. It's a horrible scent. It's a horrible sight.
On the ground, there is a twisted, crinos-sized jawbone on the floor. An arm here, a leg there. What's strange is that none of those bodyparts seem to give off anything but taint and wrongness. There would be time to describe the grotesqueries made evident here.
Now is not the time for that.
The garou have their vision obscured, partially, from the poor lighting and the factory equipment. What they can see is that they have four foes. Two are impossibly beautiful, sprightly creatures with long limbs and dead eyes. They are only barely glad. Their attire suggests that they are identical clubgoers with identical blonde bobs. That, however, isn't the biggest concern. The biggest concern is a large figure , huge like a crinos garou, but... proportioned like two of them, fused and stacked until it had two heads, one protruding from the chest of the other, like some sickly vestigial twin. Its arms are huge, and they wield what look to be crude swords, bloodied and used.
Its impressive size makes it difficult to see the lithe, but ultimately unimpressive hispo folk with its head poking only barely above one of the pieces of factory equipment.
This is what they open the door to. The twins seem unphased. The Thing, however, hungers, and lunges for its attack.
[locked doors.] The Large Thing: +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Night's Reprieve] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Christian del Piero] (( +8 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Wyrmbreaker] 20
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[locked doors.] Cleric: 20
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[locked doors.] Enchanter: +20
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[locked doors.] Tiny : +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[locked doors.] Tiny!
Thing
Enchanter
Night's Reprieve
Christian
Lukas
Cleric
Enchanter
[locked doors.] Tiny: actions!
1a: Vault over the equipment
1b: bite Christian
r1: Bite him again!
Thing:
1a: slash the glowing Lord
1b: Do it again (off hand(s))
1c: slash the Fenrir!
r1: Do it again!
[Wyrmbreaker] [reflexive orders: focus fire! right now, lukas would call Tiny as the target, but there's a high likelihood he might change targets after cleric and enchanter get their chance to declare]
[Night's Reprieve] [1a
1b - spears on Tiny (hold till after his turn AKA when he's in range)]
[Christian del Piero] (( 1a: Break through barrier
1b: Get behind Tiny
1c: Bite Tiny
1 Rage: Bite him again! ))
[Wyrmbreaker] 1a. True Fear on Thing!
b. wait for Tiny to get close enough to ... grapple Tiny for buddies!
R1.
R2.
R3. -- bites on Cleric or Enchanter. unless tiny isn't dead. then biting tiny!
[locked doors.] Cleric: Corruption (Corrupt the Fenrir!)
Enchanter: Incite Frenzy (Lukas)
[locked doors.] Enchanter: Incite Frenzy
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[locked doors.] Cleric: Corruption!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] There's an instant between recognition and action, intent and outcome, where Wyrmbreaker looks across the concrete and the conveyor belts; sees what the unearthly creature intends for him reflected in her (its?) eyes. Time enough for four words only:
"Christian, lead the battle!"
-- and then, nothing but red frenzy.
[Wyrmbreaker] [after frenzy sets in: -1WP to avoid hitting allies!]
[locked doors.] [Lukas' action:
1: Eat The Big Thing (because Tiny isn't readily accessable or appealing in terms of noms)
r1: same
r2: same
r3: same. Will switch to nearest nonfriendly if dead]
[Wyrmbreaker] 1. RAAR! big thing!
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Wyrmbreaker] [i said RAAAAR! +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Big Thing: Oww!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] The closest translation of the noise Christian makes is "Oh shit." He watches his alpha give himself up to frenzy and skids his forward halt. Just for half a second. Then he barks out "The far one!" And changes his target.
(( Declare staying the same only he's going for Enchanter instead of Tiny. ))
[Christian del Piero] (( 1a: Str + Brawl - break barrier. Str +3, hispo. Brawl +3, Perun. -3 pool, 1st split. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( 1b: Move!
1c: Dex + Brawl - bite Enchanter. Dex +2, hispo. Brawl +3, Perun. Difficulty +1, changing targets. -5 pool, 3rd split. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( Str +3 hispo +2 bite +2 staging ))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Enchanter: OW!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 3 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[locked doors.] The Big Thing: Slash!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [PH'NGLU MGLW'NAFH KAHSEENO R'LYEH WGAH-NAGL FTAGHN!]
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[locked doors.] ... what the Hell was that?! Roll 2: slash a lord! (off hand)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 7)
[locked doors.] Self damage
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Action change: SERIOUSLY, WTF STAB LUKAS
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[locked doors.]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [KASHEENO FHTAGN!]
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Tiny: action change! Ohshit!
1a: run back to Enchanter and Cleric
1b: Bite Christian (no!)
r1: seriously, bite.
[locked doors.] Bite? -3
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[locked doors.] Damge: str3+hispo3+hispobite2+3=11
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( Soak! ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Night's Reprieve] [change actions 1a move to cleric 1b stab 1b -3 (split) +1dif change action (WP)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Night's Reprieve] [dmg str+3+1 (talen)]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Cleric: OW!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [R1 - Chomp Biggun again! Iä! Iä! KAHSEENO FHTAGN!]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] [seriously kahseeno? GO BACK TO THE DEPTHS IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP ME!]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[vikthya] [ There hath he lain for ages and will lie,
Battening on huge seaworms in his sleep;
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. ]
[locked doors.] [Thing: ow]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( R1 - bite Enchanter. Difficulty +1 change targets. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( +2 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( +2 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Enchanter: Owwww
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[locked doors.] THing: SERIOUSLY LUKAS
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[locked doors.] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [KAHSEENO FHTAGN!]
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Tiny: rarnom on Xian
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[locked doors.] Damage?
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( Soak! ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [R2 - still biting like a lunatic!]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 10 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Wyrmbreaker] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] R3 - RARGH BIG THING DIE.
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] [dam!]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Night's Reprieve] Almost the instant that Night's Reprieve first lays eyes upon what it is that they face, his mind is assaulted. Whispers of horrible things crash through his mind.
Do not heal them. Do not heal them. You musssssn't heaaaal them Night's Reprieeeeeeeeve.... you cannot... you shall not..
He watches as Wyrmbreaker froths at the mouth and manages to snarl out one last order before the frenzy takes him. Watches him assault the large double crinos mutant by himself. The Godi's eyes fall upon Christian and he heeds the Fang's commands, he moves swiftly towards the two fragile looking women through the gap that Christian creatures. He plunges his spear.. but he doesn't even draw blood. The thing shrugs it off like he just hit it with a foam bat. He only has one thought as he snarls at the creature.
You die soon, pretty young thing. I will pin you against the wall and spill your entrails on the floor.
[Wyrmbreaker] This is not the first time Wyrmbreaker has given himself over to the savage, raw beast that exists at his core. This is not even the first time this year, or this season.
It's still a rarity. A rare thing, when he lets himself go like this. When he lets go of that control that he so prizes; that he wants to teach to Christian. A rarer thing still when he does it by choice, by will, knowing that he could bite it back if he wanted to -- and deciding not to.
Because he trusts in his packmate, perhaps. Or perhaps because he weighed the pros and the cons and decided that he couldn't leave himself incapacitated for a critical three, six seconds. Or perhaps simply because when push comes to shove, and when one gets down to the wire,
Lukas is, in the end, a beast. A snarling, raging beast: eyes glassy blue and staring, terrible teeth snapping, foam flying from his jaws. Mixing with blood. Splattering on equipment, on rollers and conveyors, on the floor. Focusing fire is beyond him right now. Restraint is beyond him. He throws himself at the largest of the lot, the most obvious of all the foes. He thinks only of destruction.
[Christian del Piero] Christian is not going to die of his injury. He might die if he takes a hit like the one that ended the short life of his bloody bandage...but he might also die if the Godi does not use his spear instead of his gifts. There are 3 of them left versus the 2 Gaians. The subcliath isn't worried about his alpha. Blood is flying everywhere and none of it belongs to Lukas. A gash opens up somewhere on Christian's body. If Greg were here he knows exactly what the stupid idiot would be doing. NR isn't Greg. But he's still a Crescent Moon. So he snaps "I not-hurt! Kill it!"
[locked doors.] Tiny:
1a: defend cleric
1b: defend enchanter
r1: bite the fenrir.
Thing:
1: FUCK. YOU. SHADOW LORD (staaaab)
[Night's Reprieve] [1a
1b
r1
r2 - all stabs on cleric, changing to Tiny when it dies]
[Christian del Piero] (( 1:
3 Rage: all bites on Tiny, Enchanter if it goes down. ))
[locked doors.] Lukas:
1: Big thing, I keel you dead
r1: seriously
r2: yeah
r3: SERIOUSLY. (change to nearest non-friendly if available)
[locked doors.] Cleric: Corruption: The fenrir!
Enchanter: Stunned!
[locked doors.] Cleric: Corrupt!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] [i am so sorry, guys, i didn't realize i'd fallen out!]
[Wyrmbreaker] [KAHSEENO SEZ: WILL YOU PLZ DIE NAO.]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[locked doors.] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( 1 - bite Tiny. -1 pool, wound penalties. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Christian del Piero] (( +3 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[locked doors.] [Rage back!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
[locked doors.] Tiny: Oww! Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Night's Reprieve] [wp can I hurt you cleric?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Night's Reprieve] [1a -2 (split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Tiny: try to block! -3 (split) -2 (oww)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[locked doors.] (blocked)
[Night's Reprieve] [1b -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Night's Reprieve] [dmg str+3+1+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Cleric: ACK!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Thing: Raged back to incap
[locked doors.] Tiny: action change.
1a: Bite Christian +1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[locked doors.] damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Christian del Piero] (( Soak! ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [R1 - i'm too insane to focus on anything else! KB on the biggun!]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] [...wait, no, this is just a straight damage roll. cuz it's like. inert.]
Dice Rolled:[ 21 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[locked doors.] (soak?)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[locked doors.] (Big thing: X_X)
[Christian del Piero] (( R1 - bite Tiny. -2 pool, wound penalties. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Christian del Piero] (( +3 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Tiny: SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Tiny: rageback!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP]
[Night's Reprieve] [r1 stab cleric!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Night's Reprieve] [dmg str+3+1+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Cleric: soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Cleric: X_X
[locked doors.] Tiny: BITE NR!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[locked doors.] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Night's Reprieve] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [WP: do i come out of frenzy now?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Wyrmbreaker] There's no grace, no finesse, no even much skill in the Ahroun's butchery tonight. Tooth and claw, fury and hate, and sheer blind tenacity eventually drag the heaping mountain of a conjoined-crinos-beast down.
In the wake of it, Wyrmbreaker's furious snarls abate. Dim. Die off. He shakes his head once, eyes clearing. He looks dazed. He looks like he barely recognizes any of them -- but when he turns on his haunches and leaps, it's straight for the enemy.
[R2 - die tiny!]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[locked doors.] [tiny soak, bit this isn't happening until R3]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[locked doors.] [Tiny: Dead at R3 X_X]
[Wyrmbreaker] [erp - delete that. R2 is spent moving to Tiny!]
[Christian del Piero] (( R2 - bite Tiny. -2 pool, wound penalties. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Christian del Piero] (( +5 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Tiny: ?
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Tiny: X_X
[Night's Reprieve] [R2 spear on enchanter]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Night's Reprieve] [dmg str+3+1+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Enchanter: Oww!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [R3 - changed to biting enchanter! +1diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] [KAHSEENO, WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?]
[Christian del Piero] (( R3 - bite Enchanter. -2 pool. ))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) [WP]
[Christian del Piero] (( +7 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[locked doors.] Enchanter: Ow!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[locked doors.] Enchanter: X_X
[locked doors.] There is blood. There is always blood.
Their bodies are strong and their reason is sound, in normal circumstances, but right now? Right here? Something is fucking with them. The enchanters, the sorcerors, the banedaughters with their dead eyes and thousand whispered, silken voices play on their ears. The first is enough to drive a seasoned, professional soldier lose his mind, and instead of fighting it, instead of pushing it, he tells Christian to lead, and he takes a risk.
And dives for the large, four-armed monster. He bites hard into its flesh, tips off some extraneous arm while the other two garou wage their own battle.
Christian redirects Night's Reprieve, tells him that they are to attack the enchanter- the object that whispered those horrific commands and insults and terrible things to the Shadow Lord ahroun. He tells them to charge the enchanter, the clubgoer blonde with her dead eyes and her terrible voice. There is violence, and Christian takes hit after hit, and while the desire might overtake Night's Reprieve to heal him, there is that suggestion, that thought htat he doesn't want to do that.
He promises to kill her.
The world becomes red. Not from the frenzy, not from the haze, but from the battle itself. There is so much blood.
The hispo wolf, their enemy, fights. Bites, claws his way through it all while those damned spirit-talkers worked whatever sorcery they had. In the end, it wasn't enough. For any of their enemies. By the time Lukas calms himself, by the time that the world stops being red for him, the world has stopped being red in general. CHristian stands, a bloody mess and with his intestines barely held in with muscles and tension. Night's Reprieve's spear is all that is holding the other summoner's body to the floor. Its eyes stare, dead, into the air.
Both are tired.
But by the time it's all over, they have done well. He might wonder what happened, but in the end, it seems that they worked well as a group. That they held their own. That Night's Reprieve and a nameless Silver Fang endured, and will walk away from another night of battle.
[locked doors.] (close that tag)
[Wyrmbreaker] Not his best effort, all told.
When it's over, the blackfurred Ahroun looks as though he barely has his wits about him. He lunged across the room to go after the lithe one. It died before he got there. He turned and snapped at the other. Missed entirely. It's his younger packmate that puts them both down; his younger packmate that, the night before, was telling him he didn't want to die and be remembered as the one who could never control himself.
Well; Christian wasn't the one that was uncontrolled, tonight.
Now there's nothing left but corpses, and Wyrmbreaker gives his fur a thorough shake, as though he'd come out of water. He paws at his face once, and then he turns toward his packmate. Sniffs at the wound, making a low keening sound in his throat. When he turns away he twists a tiny gourd out of his side, crushes it between his teeth, lets the dust spill onto Christian. His own hide is conspicuously unmarked. This is not a point of pride.
There's a mingled apology and -- reassurance, or perhaps congratulation -- in the way he bumps shoulders with Christian, after. Then, looking to Night's Reprieve:
"Theurge, should we cleanse the box before we open it?"
[Wyrmbreaker] [-1gn for +4hp]
[Wyrmbreaker] [int + occ!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[locked doors.] Lukas remembers being a child, briefly, and refrigerator box forts. He remembers, maybe from misplaced nostalgia or things he's heard through the folksy wisdom of others, that children care nothing for expensive toys. They'll play with the box.
to Wyrmbreaker
[Night's Reprieve] [int]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Night's Reprieve] The Godi places his furred claw-less foot against the chest of the cleric, gives a twist and yanks his spear out with a sickening crunch. Blood spills from the wound, blood everywhere.. but none on the Fenrir. He stands without a scratch whilst the fang beside him holds in his own guts. But it is not he who heals Christian, it is not he despite his gift who fixes those wounds. It is the boy's alpha who comes to his aid, using talen's crafted by his own hands to stitch the Fang back up.
Night's Reprieve doesn't respond to that, it doesn't bother him like it might bother another of his auspice. He is one of fenris. Though skilled in healing and dealing with spirits; he is still a warrior. Their foes lay vanquished all around them and his allies still breathe. His job is complete. Or perhaps not, for Wyrmbreaker has a question of him, he asks if they should cleanse the box before attempting to open it.
His first instinct is that they should not open the box at all, that they should perhaps take it as is back to the caern. Though it warrants further investigation. Regardless, the corpses require cleansing so he must get to work.
"The box glows silvery golden in the umbra, it hurts the Banes.. It may hurt us or it may not, we should investigate it further before doing anything. I will attempt to reach the spirits for the tainted corpses."
And he turns away from the Ahrouns, eyes searching for something that they cannot see.. cannot hear..
[piercing gaunt]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Night's Reprieve] [wits+rituals dif 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Night's Reprieve] [gnosis]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[locked doors.] The water rolls in, congeals onto the floor, from the air, hands loosely like a vapor in a vaguely androgynous form. It floats, flickers, wavers and stays while regarding the theurge, with the blood on his face. Its hand runs across her cheek, smears the blood and leaves a fine layer of condensation-
You bring us to a desert..
[Christian del Piero] (( Int + Occult ))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 2 at target 7)
[Night's Reprieve] "She comes.. gather the bodies.."
This offered to christian and to lukas moments before the spirit arrives. He stands firm while she caresses his cheek, he does not shy away from that touch. He speaks through the tongues of his auspice, speaks to the woman made of water.
I call you here to aid in cleansing the taint of the wyrm.. I bring you to a desert so that we may leave it a better place than we found it.
[Christian del Piero] (( WP -1 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Wyrmbreaker] "It's also possible," Wyrmbreaker says, "that it's the box itself, not what is within, that's the fetish. Twice now you've seen that the banes cannot touch it. Maybe that's its purpose. Maybe it cleanses whatever is within."
Shifting to his Crinos shape, then, Lukas picks up the object in his hands. Carefully, he turns it over once, and then tucks it under his arm like a football. Or like some precious burden to be protected.
"We'll take it back to Balance-rhya," he says -- then nods. A water-spirit has come. The Godi directs the cleansing; another Shadow Lord would bristle at this. Lukas doesn't. He shifts his precious burden and then bends to help heap the bodies, keeping a respectful silence.
[Night's Reprieve] "It comes.. gather the bodies.."
This offered to christian and to lukas moments before the spirit arrives. He watches the water spirit, watches it gather and pool. Watches as it touches against the cold corpse of one of the fallen.
I call you here to aid in cleansing the taint of the wyrm.. I bring you to a desert so that we may leave it a better place than we found it.
[locked doors.] You bring me a desert and expect me to stagnate... what can you give me in return, iceandnorthandcoolcoldreprieve? What will you give, would you abandon me here?
[Christian del Piero] When it's over Christian is calm. Maybe surprisingly calm. That madness in his eyes is less. Of course...he's hurt. So he's distracted. But his Rage is as low as it ever gets. It's hard to tell what he's thinking when he looks at his alpha. Before tonight he didn't think he was capable of leading. No one's dead and he's the only one who's harmed when the fight's over. So maybe he is. His ears flatten when Lukas makes that noise. He doesn't return the shoulder press. He's fixated on the box. Trying to figure out what it is. All he knows is that he really really wants to open it. Lukas picks it up. He watches the summoning with less awe and interest than last time Night's Reprieve did this. It's because he can't stop looking at the box.
[Night's Reprieve] I give the gift of gnosis, gladly. That you may have the strength to return back to where I summoned you from.
And he reaches out a hand towards the spirit, should it be willing.
[Wyrmbreaker] While Reprieve bargains with the spirit, Wyrmbreaker tilts his head at his packmate. Then, rather deliberately, he shifts the box so that his body blocks it. And he watches the reaction.
[locked doors.] It slithers up, leaves his fur feeling cool and wet, and curls into his palm. It is no more than a puddle. It is no more than a cup full of water, but it expands outward and falls downward, slips between his fingers with an icy splash. It hits the ground, hits his knees, hits the bodies and expands outward still. It's infinite, something from nothing, and for a second it feels as though the spirit may cause a flood. But the water only rises a few inches before it recedes again. It crawls up and touches anything, everything around it.
It feels clean.
[Christian del Piero] He doesn't get angry. But his ears flick. His tail lowers. The huge red splattered youth makes a low noise. Doesn't try to keep the box in his sights. His interest in it doesn't go away though.
[Wyrmbreaker] Christian. It's a thought-voice this time. Why are you fixating on the box?
[Night's Reprieve] The Godi watches the exchange between the two pack mates with a quirked lip. He doesn't speak, though he steps slightly closer to the two of them now that the cleansing has been completed. They aren't speaking.. but they stare at each other and there is definitely communication there.
[Christian del Piero] Christian doesn't even look away when he realises the Godi is watching them. Or maybe he just doesn't realise it. He's distracted. He doesn't know -why- he wants to open the box. But he's driven to. It's annoying. Frustrating actually. But he's not in danger of frenzying. He just paws at the ground as he tries to figure out what to say. Thoughts are more abstract in this form. So Christian shifts. He's more horrific in his birth form than any of the other ones. His shirt didn't survive shifting in the first place. He's drenched in blood. His eyes look white with all that dark red on his face. The teenager shrugs.
[Wyrmbreaker] Even in his warforms, Christian is not amongst the largest of his auspice. Or his species. In his homid form, he's utterly dwarfed by the hulking crinos-form of his alpha. It's somewhere between surreal and comical, then, to see the much larger werewolf tilt his head at the small, bloody human. Homid. Wyrmbreaker's claws tick lightly, thoughtfully over the box's surface. Then he secures his grip on it.
"We'll take this back to Balance-rhya. It does not belong to us." His nod includes the Godi, then. "Let's go. And thank you. Both of you. For ... doing well, when I gave in to Frenzy.
"Are you staying in the Sept, Fenrir?"
[Night's Reprieve] He grunts, a short bark.
"I am staying at the place you call the brotherhood.. and no thanks required. You tore that thing to pieces single handedly. Your young Fang lead well, you can be proud of him.
[Christian del Piero] Wait. Is this the same guy who called him a disgrace the other night? Christian stares at the Fenrir like he can't believe what he's hearing. They can't see the blood rush to his cheeks because...well, of the blood -on- his cheeks. He looks down. Puts his hands in his drenched pockets. Scuffs his toe.
[Wyrmbreaker] Your young Fang led well, Night's Reprieve says. Wyrmbreaker's reply to that is simple enough, "I know. I wouldn't have let go if I didn't think he would."
Then, an amused sound -- "I meant, are you planning on staying in the city? Because if you are, you should talk to Kora She-Who-Offers-Sorrow. She's your tribal alpha here. If you're looking to join a pack, hers could use a Theurge, too."
[Night's Reprieve] "Your city is plagued by the wyrm, four nights and four encounters." A pause, he's not intending insult and he grins at Ahroun. "But what city isn't. I think I shall stay.... This name Kora.. It is not new to me. A kin folk Imogen Slaughter spoke of her. I shall announce my presence to her at the first opportunity."
[Wyrmbreaker] "Slaughter," Wyrmbreaker echoes, returning the smile. "That woman almost has enough renown to become a Cliath Ahroun. I'd heed her word."
He looks at the bodies strewn about, then. Cleansed now. Still very dead. "All right. Let's grab trophies and get this box back to its master."
[Night's Reprieve] His eyes narrow a moment about the comment of Imogen's renown. He doesn't comment though and only nods his head.
"Lets."
It's bloody work, it always is. Butchering trophies. Thankfully most of the work on the dual-crinos beast had already been done by Wyrmbreaker in his frenzy. Two of the great arms are taken, swords still clenched in the dead fists, along with the mutated skulls of the abomination. The hispo and the two female skulls join it.
Another victory for Gaia, another set of trophies for the Wyrm Pole. They make their way back to the caern, and return the box to Balance without Fault. A job well done, by all of them.
