[Twilight] There are streets in Chicago like this one - where three quarters of the brickfront businesses are closed. Have been closed for years; where whatever prosperity the city once knew is evident only in the crumbling lintels, on the heavy old stonework set into the brick. On the dates, carved into the foundation stones: other lives, other lifetimes.
What is left here is the desolation of deep and abiding poverty, the inexorable decay of time and inattention. There is a laudrymat on the corner. It is open; dull peeling paint, harsh flourescent light bleeding out onto the sidewalk. There is a man standing in the doorframe, smoking a cigarello - the cheap sort one buys for a quarter at the liquor store. He looks as if he had been gutted and put back together, stuffed with foam through the gut. The stains on his once-white wifebeater will never come out, not even if he washed it in the laundrymat he uses as vague shelter from the dark night.
The cigarello stinks. The tobacco has been cut with sawdust shavings. Still, they last longer than the paper-thing cigarettes, two for a quarter, most of the tobacco sifted out, fished from the wide bowl that would hold five-cent candies in a store in a better neighborhood, in another world.
There is a bar, of course. There is an empty lot, a cut-through walkway leading toward an abandoned church. There is a check-cashing place on the corner, and a storefront that with
THIRFT STORE
- written in soap on the grimy windows. The jumble of merchandise inside makes the place look abandoned. Cheap sticks of furniture; a pair of staring portraits in cheap frames, old-fashioned, the stiff sort of 19th century portraits painted by traveling artists, stark children in stiff clothing, with too-round cheeks and staring eyes. They might be worth a fortune. They might be worth nothing. Next to them: a slutty red dress missing half its spangles on a dressform. The price tag pinned to it says $3, though the three is written backwards. Beside it, lined upright against the window as if someone were bracing inside for a blast, four mattresses, cheap ticking, sick, crawling stains of the sort one does not wish to identify.
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker has more experience with thrift stores than a man of his demeanor, his pride, his apparent wealth would be expected to. He doesn't gawk into the storefront as he passes in surprised horror or smirking disgust. He doesn't look at all, except for a quick glance that takes in the misspelled sign, the backwards 3.
He's not here for thrift stores, anyway. He's here to scope the place out. To get a read on it, a sense of the strength of the enemy here now that the warpack that once claimed this area has gone utterly to ruin. It's a cool night, no longer cold, and he's deliberately dressed down: his jeans plain things you might get for $30 instead of $300, his jacket a North Face zip-up in charcoal and black.
His packmate is with him. They do not converse aloud.
[Tongue Twister] Rory tends to turn up in the oddest places, at the oddest times. Sometimes she's patrolling. Sometimes she's simply walking home. Other times she's scrounging for bits and pieces and other things that she works into whatever project she's currently involved in, or simply re-purposes for something else, or... whatever.
It's the later that brings her to the green, this time, and draws her unerringly toward the thrift shop. It's hard to miss the metis for many reasons though two make her stand out instantly: blood-red curls, and rage. So much rage, even under the smallest sliver of Luna in the sky. Her pack is on her back, her hands wrapped around the straps at her shoulders, as green eyes peer into the Thrift Store Window, to see if there might be anything inside that calls to her tinkering talents...
[Honor's Compass] Katherine is horrified by the Thrift Store, yet fascinated by its existance at the same time. She dawdles before it; she in her designer jeans and coat which likely cost more than most of the items within put together. She with her elegantly pulled back blond mane and her shining glossy lips in the moonlight. The Silver Fang did not always dress down for a patrol, but she did make concessions -- trading high heeled boots for sneakers, for instance -- leaving her pearls at home.
She makes some comment that's unheard about the filth in the store; about the standard of the glass; about that red thing disguising itself as a dress. It's unheard by any save Lukas, who alas, is forced to listen.
Something close to a sigh passes her lips; her pale eyes almost appear pained by what is before them.
[Low Key] Outside the thrift store, a pale sallow looking individual in a heavy black hoody stops. He glances at the window, at the items beyond. His feat toe at the ground, making a scuffing noise on the sidewalk. He sniffs, while glancing about him, and staring through the glass at the thrift store.
Her pack was indeed on her back. For the most part Delmar was silent on the exterior. Simply keeping in step with his pack mate, accompanying her to...well, wherever she wanted to do.
But peer beneath the surface, into the mind of a fox, or a bogeyman, you'd see another story altogether.
"So to finish our conversation earlier." He starts across their mental link. "The dogs are his balls. And the bath tub? Welll...."
Another nervous glance. Quiet. Possibly even innocent. But only on the outside.
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 8, 9
[Tongue Twister]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [Per + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Low Key] [perc+Alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] There is a light on inside the thrift store. It is somewhere deeper, back behind the piles of merchandise, evident only as faint gleam through the interior gloom. The cut shine on one of those red sequins. Most of what they see in the windows is illuminated by the light shed from the uncertain streetlamps; by the ugly orange glow of the city.
There's a sound inside, though. They can hear it when they are close. Deep and mechanical, the distant ratchet of a chain lurching through the pulley of some antique elevator. The jarring throb of a jackhammer, chunking its way through concrete.
Then, a backwards crank, like the teeth of a gear shift twisted too far, the wrong way.
[Twilight] The windows are rattling in their frames.
to Low Key, Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] Hm.
That sound interrupts Kate's rant on the classlessness of that tawdry red dress. Wyrmbreaker stops, peering into the darkened window with renewed interest. After a moment, he steps forward and lays his hand gently on the glass.
No, not his imagination. The window's rattling.
"Tongue Twister, the El doesn't run anywhere near this street, does it?"
[Tongue Twister] She blinks, innocently, as she looks over at her packmate, who's wandered around with her tonight willingly. It's not often you see Bogeymen until they want you too, let alone two in the same place - but tonight, it was different, maybe. Sometimes you just need to wander around with your pack, see what they do, when separated from the pack.
But she doesn't get the reference, or... even what he means by what he says over the totem link, her confusion sliding across her face easily. She's never been one to hide much of anything - and doesn't now. And wouldn't. Not from a packmate. Not even Delmar. Well...what? I gon't det it. She is, after all, still practically virginal.
There's a noise, though, and her attention is drawn to the window, her brow creasing as she listens, and reaches out to touch the window that's rattling in it's frame...
She jumps when Wyrmbreaker speaks - way to pay attention, Rory! - and then shakes her head, her curls bouncing about her shoulders, her voice soft "Tomeone's salking. Said 'almost there'..."
[Honor's Compass] "Ecoute!" Listen, the Silver Fang says urgently.
The windows are rattling, but more than this; someone is speaking inside the Thrift Store, but more than this; she can feel the ground beneath her feet vibrating. "Something is coming, something beneath us. Move." She directs, pushing at Lukas' shoulders.
[Twilight] Ignoreth! 1
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Ignoreth 2!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Twilight] Ignoreth 3!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Ignoreth 4!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [Dex + Ath]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Tongue Twister] [dex+ath!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Low Key] [Dex+Ath]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Twilight] They have no more than a moment's warning. Kate says: ground is moving and then they can all feel it, the low, sick shift of something wrong - something liquified below them. The sidewalk splinters, collapses - sinkhole opening in front of the thrift store window. There is a sharp stink of something sulferous from the opened earth - rot - not the verdant rot of sinking green things decaying beneath the sun and sky, but the fat, oozing scent of rotten eggs.
Only Tongue-Twister jumps free. Low Key is half-upright, scrambling a the side of the sinkhole. Honor's Compasse and Wyrmbreaker falls to their knees, on the middle - but do not go sprawling. They quickly regain their balance amidst the ruptured earth and broken slabs of concrete.
[Twilight] Soak 2 bashing!
to Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] [-1 Rage to Hispo!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
to Twilight
[Honor's Compass] [Soaking, I really need to do something about your stamina, woman in homid, this is appalling. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] The ground opens up.
Wyrmbreaker twists, and twisting, warps, shifts into something wholly inhuman. The darkness of his attire is replaced by the pitchblack of his fur. It's not a man that drops to his knees amidst juts of concrete but a direwolf, four huge paws braced wide. The hindlegs slip; he goes down, scrambles up, leaps for the edge of the sinkhole, barking at his packmate and septmates:
"Get back! No one goes in yet!"
[dex+ath to jump, in case you need it!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6
[Tongue Twister] She is the only to jump free, and she turns automatically to reach for her packmate, to help haul him up the side of the walk that he clings too, to keep him from sliding deeper into the sinkhole. Green gaze slides along the bottom of the sink hole, and she reaches to offer a hand to the Unbroken after her packmate reaches solid ground...
[Low Key] "Uhhhh..." Delmar responds out loud.
His head canted to one side as he considered something for a moment, peering at the 'thirft store'. He was about to walk over to the front door when Kate seizes his attention, warning of something coming from underneath.
And then there it is, the ground opening up beneath their feet. Delmar tries to leap, but is still caught unawares. By the time he finds himself falling though he finds--no, he senses his packmate there, reaching out, and he seizes the hand without hesitation, pulling himself up and out.
Nobody goes in, says the Ahroun.
"Uhhhh..." Says the Rotagar, though it echoes in Rory's head as 'Ya think?'
[Honor's Compass] Katherine shouts the warning seconds before the ground gives out beneath them; rupturing and sinking down; she loses her balance, scraping open her knees as she drops to her haunches; balancing in the midst of the abrupt eruption of stinking, sulfurous something from beneath the street. One of the Silver Fang's palms go to her nose out of instinct against the stench.
Wyrmbreaker shifts; leaps across to the edge of the rapidly diving concrete and with a brief second of hesitation; eying the distance; the gap between where she stands and Rory's proffered hand Truth's Meridian backs up and, springing into motion shifts into a furred, flying dire-wolf; her heavy claws scrabbling for stability against the edge of the crack.
[Honor's Compass] [I really hope I don't fall in.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Wyrmbreaker leaps free - direwolf now - scrambling at the edge of the widening sinkhole for purchase. They circle back from wound opened in the earth. The rattling of the windows is even more evident, now, and the stained mattresses thump softly against the grimy glass, as if to the footsteps of some distant giant. Wyrmbreaker circles the hole, espying the shift of something metal, segmented under the ground -
- and the front door of the
THIRFT STORE
swings open, with the clotted jingle of a tinny bell. There's a rat-faced man there, receding hairline, sweat stains on his t-shirt, a leaded apron all down his front, heavy-duty gloves on his hands, three cigarettes tucked behind his left ear.
He stands in the doorway, looks down at the sinkhole, looks up at the three people.
And the giant wolf. "Well, shit." - says the dude, reaching reflexively for the cigarette.
From behind them -
"Toldya you were gonna attract werewolves with that racket, Lenny." The voice is hoarse, harsh with laughter. Ringing. "Can't do nothing 'round these fucking parts without attracting werewolves."
[Inits!]
[Twilight] Lenny! +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Twilight] Frank! +4
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Twilight] The Thing in the Ground +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Honor's Compass] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Low Key] 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Wyrmbreaker] +20!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] [inits! +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Wyrmbreaker] Both black and white wolves scrabble on the edge, the black seizing the white's scruff in his jaws and hauling her the rest of the way up once his footing is secure.
The door opens. The dude with the cigarettes doesn't get beyond well-- when Wyrmbreaker leaps for them, roaring orders -- "Conserve rage. On my target!"
Well. The other Garou hear orders. Dudes in the store just hear roaring.
[Twilight] Order!
Wyrmbreaker: 23
Rory: 17
Kate: 16
THING: 16
Low Key: 15
Lenny: 14
Frank: 14
[Frank (is behind them, at the laundromat across the street smoking!) 1. Voice of the Wyrm!]
[Lenny: 1a. BITE Wyrmbreaker;
1b. BITE Wyrmbreaker;]
[Wyrmbreaker] [whups. addendum.]
"Rory, shut him up!" -- that would be Frank.
[Low Key] Reflexive: 1 WP to activate resist Pain, Snapshift to Crinos
1a: Pick up concrete slab
1b: Whip that sucker at Frank
[Twilight] [Thing: 1. Erupt from ground!
2. Keep erupting!
3. Sweep!]
[Honor's Compass] [Reflexive: Resist Pain Activated!
1a. Flank Lenny (if possible otherwise just a bite)
1b. Bite Lenny!
1c. Bite Again]
[Tongue Twister] Lukas barks orders, and Rory - as is her way - instantly obeys. She has fought with Lukas before, she has stood by his side while he sent others to stand back. She wastes no time, falling in, with the Ahroun Elder.
Conserve rage. His target. She shifts in the blink of an eye, and... is sent elsewhere - this obeying is instant too - a turn toward Frank and...
[2 rage - instashift, split first action:
1a. Grab chunk of concrete and
1b. THROW at Frank.
1r. AGAIN if she misses.]
[Wyrmbreaker] 1a. bite lenny!
b. bite lenny!
c. bite lenny!
d. slap a BB on. -1Gn!
e. held til end of round - potentially a heal if someone needs it. otherwise, a bite.
[Wyrmbreaker] [chompity! -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] [dam +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Twilight] [Lenny: frakkin' werewolves!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] b. switch: True Fear to try to shut Frank up! -6!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8
[Twilight] [Frank: change action.
RUN AWAY.]
[Wyrmbreaker] Reflex yap: "Let him go. We'll track him later. Flank the wyrm and take it down. Let me take the brunt of the hits!"
c. -1Gn soak talen!
d. -1Gn BB!
e. held.
[Tongue Twister] 1a. ready concrete
1b. FIRE str+ath - 3 for split.... diff 8 4+3+2=9-3=6
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 8) [WP]
[Tongue Twister] Damage: Str+suxx!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Frank: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [1a. OMG FINE LUKAS YOU H0R. I'ma activate Luna's Armor for next round. +1 Diff for changing actions (-3 Split) -1 Gn]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Twilight] Wyrmbreaker charges at Lenny - who has no more time to bare his fangs than he has to grab his cigarette. The man collapses on himself, choking on his own blood, pinwheeling back from the doorframe as arterial spray erupts from his body, stumbling over paint cans and stacks of old workboots, sending a huge stack of shoeboxes falling down behind him.
Then he turns to snarl at Frank, warning, challenge. The man chomps through his cigarello and swallows the tip in his mouth; turns and to run. Rory lobs a huge chunk of sidewalk after him, cracking him in the middle of his back and sending him sprawling against the laundromat, stunned.
Meanwhile, the earth is moving again.
Erupt!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [dex+ath!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Low Key] Dex+Ath
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] [dex+ath!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [ACK]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Low Key] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] [Change rage action - BITE ZE THING!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 +1 for change - reroll 10s]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] Damage!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Erupt!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [dex+ath!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] [honestly!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [Wibbly Wobblity]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] again? SHEESH! Dex+ath!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Low Key] Dex+Ath
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Low Key] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Soaking 5 bashing...
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [Soaking 2 B!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Low Key] Missed 2
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] e. Taking action e now -- Gaia's Breath, haelz on Low Key!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Twilight] Sweep! Targets: 1 Wyrmbreaker, 2 Honor's Compass, 3 Tongue Twister , 4 Low Key.
4 sux knocks everyone down!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Twilight] The earth shudders twice beneath their feet. Only Rory gets her maw into the giant Wyrm's metallic carapace, pulling away a mouthfull of tough, foul flesh that tastes like oil and lead and, somehow, rotten eggs. Then, the sickly mobile thing bursts from the sinkhole, swings its body back and forth along the sidewalk, sending Wyrmbreaker sprawling - moments after he has healed Low Key.
[Wyrmbreaker] Maw bloody, heart thundering with the adrenaline of the kill, Wyrmbreaker wheels from the first creature to snarl at the second -- nearly goes sprawling twice -- is a goddamn whirlwind of gnosis and talens.
Then the thing belowground is aboveground, sweeping. He doesn't dodge fast enough. He doesn't dodge at all. He goes sprawling, knocked back and on his side, skidding on broken concrete
and rebounding back to his feet seconds later, fresh and pissed off.
[He'll just use four-legged form's auto-get up at the end of the round!]
[Low Key] Action Change:
1a: Claw Thing
1b: Claw thing again
Attack +1 @ +1 Diff
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 9 (Failure at target 7)
[Low Key] +2
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 7)
[Low Key] Soaking Agg!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [reflexive talk for next round -- ]
"Flank and fur gnarl!"
[Wyrmbreaker] Also:
"What the [fuck]? Since when was the Wyrm cute?"
[Twilight] [Thing:
1. Erupt!
2. Spit at Lukas!
3. Tailsmack flankers! **special attack.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Low Key] Declare
Snapshift to Hispo
1a: Move to Flank
1b: Bite Rory's Gnarl spot
[Wyrmbreaker] [Kate:
1a. move!
b. bite gnarled spot!
R1. bite gnarled spot!
R2. bite gnarled spot!]
[Tongue Twister] Refexotalk - "top strying to ride the thing, Delmar!" though it's said almost with amusement - especially as Wyrmbreaker declares it cute...
But that doesn't stop her. Flank he said. Flank and Fur Gnarl.
[2 rage, split first action
1a. Flank
1b. Fur Gnarl (dex+brawl =9-3 for split = 6 diff 7-1 for flank = 6]
1r. bite
2r. Bite]
[Wyrmbreaker] [Sorry, didn't have Kate's sheet. She's actually:
1a. move
b. bite gnarl
R1. bite gnarl
R2. bite gnarl
R3. bite gnarl
LET'S MAKE USE OF THOSE DOTS, KATIE BABY.]
[Wyrmbreaker] [1a. Luna's armor! -1Gn, -1WP
b. GRAPPLE the thing! hopefully!
c. again, held to end of round for potential heals.]
[Wyrmbreaker] 1a!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Wyrmbreaker] b. Grapple! -4
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] 1a. Flank
1b. Fur Gnarl (dex+brawl =9-3 for split = 6 diff 7-1 for flank = 6
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 +3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [1a. Move!
1b. Bite Fur Gnarl! (-1 Flanking, -2 Grappled, + 2 for targeting gnarled spot!) (-3 Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)
[Wyrmbreaker] Grappling the great (cute) beast in his jaws, in his claws, Wyrmbreaker looks a little like some hippie hugging a tree. That's about the proportion, there. His claws do not meet behind the creature. It's perhaps three, four times as long as he is tall, and easily as wide as he is at the shoulder.
He holds on, though. He seizes it and hold on, short whuffs panting out every time he feels his septmates hit.
[Honor's Compass] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Low Key] 1a: Flank
1b: Biting Gnarled spot, Hispo Dex 6 + Brawl 2, -3 for split. Diff 5 + 2 for targetting, -1 for flanking, -2 for grappled opponent)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 4)
[Low Key] Damage: Hisp Str+2+3
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Erupt!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [EHEEHEEHEE]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Dex+ath
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Low Key] Dex+Ath
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] [CLIIING]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 4)
[Tongue Twister] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Once more, the earth thunders beneath them; this time, the metis Fiann goes sprawling as the sidewalk is cracked further, the sinkhole expanding around the beast, the earth crawling out from it, liquid, alive. Wyrmbreaker is snarling, holding the massive body down; the segments expand and contract beneath him as it thrashes, turning around to SPIT a gush of sulferous brown liquid at him.
[Twilight] Spit!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Twilight] Tailsweep flankers!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Twilight] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [why you little--]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Low Key] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] EEP! SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] The thing -- the absurdly cute thing with the googly eyes and the frowning cartoon mouth and the fucking hat, for fuck's sake -- belches sulfur and filth down. The Shadow Lord grips harder, grips tighter, ducks his head and buries his face against the worm's underside the way a child might hide against his parent.
The deluge pours down behind him. He can feel it spattering off the concrete, hitting his hindpaws. Missing him.
A moment later, the thing lashes its tail and sends half his makeshift 'pack' tonight flying.
[Wyrmbreaker] [c. healing rory!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)
[Wyrmbreaker] [maxed out at 4 -- so rory's +4]
[Tongue Twister] 1r. Get back in there, you TongueTwistin bogeyman!
2r. BITE.
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 - 1 [ow! you bastard!] diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 10 (Failure at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Honor's Compass] [R1. Runrunrun! Back to the Fur Gnarled spot!
R2. BITE TIEM]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 4)
[Honor's Compass] [Damage + 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Honor's Compass] [R3! Same thing]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)
[Honor's Compass] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Twilight] I R NOTE DED YET!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Wyrmbreaker ducks the gush of metallic vomit, smells the pitted sulfer of the spit, feels it streaming around him, the air sharp with intestinal rot. With a shivering groan, the beast swings its massive tail, sending the flankers sprawling so hard that the already buckled asphalt cracks with the impact of the huge bodies. Tongue Twister and Honor's Compass come surging back, flared by rage. The former leaps for the soft, pallid flesh revealed by her earlier bite beneath the torn-up metallic segment half-way between the saddle and the tail, but misses.
The latter, though - seizes the soft, putrid flesh in her great jaws and tears. The body inside rips free, at least a quarter of its length comes out in her jaws with a terrible schhhhhhhhhuyruckckcking sound, not unlike the sound of someone slurping the head out of a crawfish. A really, really huge crawfish -
- and then the mottled thing collapses, spasming on the pavement, the tail and head twitching for long minutes after it has collapsed, the errant impulses of a dying system gone haywire.
[Wyrmbreaker] Apart from that first, hideous blow, Wyrmbreaker spent the entire combat on assist. Calling orders. Healing. Holding the thing still for the others. 'Tanking,' his girlfriend -- his mate -- would call it.
When his packmate tears the thing's innards out, he can feel the worm deflate in his arms, in his teeth. The smooth muscular contractions under the carapace turn to jitters and twitches. He lets go. It crashes down, heavy head, heavy body, ruined aftquarters.
The black hispo licks his chops a few times. Then he turns his head in the direction where the other man, the fellow near the laundromat, had gone.
"Do you think you can take him down, Tongue Twister?"
There's something deliberate about this: sending the shy, retiring little Fianna off to bring something down alone. Forcing her to say: yes. Or no.
[Tongue Twister] He asks if she thinks she can do it. Any other thing she may pause, she may have to think - but in this? This is what she was born to do. In so many eyes it is all she was born to do.
She does not hesitate.
She nods - and takes off running after the man she stunned with a massive shotput made of concrete.
[Honor's Compass] The Silver Fang is glorious tonight. She tears into the soft belly of the giant worm like she was born for nothing else but this -- the feel of power surging through her, the thud of her heart in her ears, blood pumping through her veins; her lean musculature working in tandem with her desires; sending her shooting off; ripping into; tearing asunder.
When the creature goes down, she spits out the innards and licks her bloody maw; her claws reflexively flexing against the concrete in desire for more. More action, more battle. More of it all. Her glowing white pelt is spattered here and there with blood and who knew what but for the most of it -- Truth's Meridian is unscathed. She sits back when Lukas directs Tongue Twister after the last of them, tongue dropping out of her mouth; pale eyes gleaming.
Someone was pleased with themselves.
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker doesn't even watch Rory go. He knows she can handle it. He grows into his Crinos form instead, rolling his shoulders back, stretching. Then, whimsically, he plucks the bowler hat off the worm's head and turns it over and over in his hands.
Puts it on his head. Cocks it jauntily over one ear, and lolls his tongue out at Katherine in a wolfish grin.
A moment later he's serious again. "Cleanse and burn this mess," he directs Kate and Delmar. "I'm going to go have a look around the rest of the store."
And so he does.
[Tongue Twister] Fred was good and stunned, as any mortal man would be - even one with the wyrm so embedded into his flesh that it explodes in a voice that could quail even the strongest of Gaians. He is still struggling to get free when Rory approaches, his legs scrabbling for purchase, his back spasming, his jaw opening in hopes to get something out, some call for help.
Rory is all the help he gets.
Rory is all the help he needs.
She doesn't hesitate, not now. In one massive bite, her jaws close around his throat, and decapitates the last 'man' standing.
Shouldn't have waken the Werewolves....
[Honor's Compass] There's a whuff from the Hispo-creature's nose, a sort of half-playful, half-exasperated you're goofy response to her Alpha setting the monster's bowler hat over his head. Then, when she's directed to start dismembering and cleansing the area with Low Key, there's a growl-whine of displeasure at touching the mess; before the she-wolf surges further upright into her brawnier Crinos form; beginning the arduous task of cleaning up.
The road, however, was probably a lost cause.
Well, they were in Cabrini Green, maybe no-one would notice.
celebration.
9 years ago