Buda & Pest

[Inu]

*The shards force me to step back, I defend my eyes with my hands and when I open my eyes again, the spirit has already emerged too high. I just swear in silence, only my mouth moves, but it won't stop the treacherous monster. Then Sablepaw jumps to the sky and finishes the spirit off. I nod with appreciation towards Sablepaw.*

- /Gar/ Nice jump.

*At last I have time to look around acknowlegde that the storm won't cause us trouble. I check the wounds of my companion with a glimpse. It's quite serious, but not fatal.*

- /Gar/ Let's have some rest.

*I don't wait for her to agree, I just sit down a little. Now is not the time to criticise her summon, so I decide to stay in silence. I will find out later what she have learnt.*

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Sablepaw, White Raven.

*Hatred is a powerful emotion. It is strong enough to fuel a massacre, strong enough to create malevolent entities that shouldn't exist, and certainly, strong enough to propel you to seemingly impossible feats.
While the Bane keeps ascending, spewing forth its vile words, the hatred, and indeed, the semi-spiritual Garou Rage of Sablepaw fuels her legs alongside the determination of her ancestors, jumping unbelievably high, several feet into the air, biting into the shadow.
A spectacular sight for White Raven down below.
The spirit lets out a surprised, loud shriek and dematerializes, fading away from existence. Is it dead? Has it fled? One thing is for sure. Despite all her efforts, at the backdrop of the now-softening Umbral storm, its final words still echo in Sablepaw's mind...
Everything has a price.*

+1 Rage for White Raven.

+3 Rage for Sablepaw.
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[Sablepaw]

*Even filled with all this crippling pain, even having the feeling I'm at the very edge of dying, White Raven's attack makes me more inclined to fight than to flee...
... and when I sense the true nature of the Spirit...
... when I hear its words...

... the intense suffering, the shock, the burning reek coming from my torn flesh, the blurred vision of my bleeding eyes, my wounded pride caused by my utter failure, my primal survival instincts - all of these don't matter any more. I cease to whine and snarl instead in almost suicidal fanaticism and ferocity...

While it's speaking I try not to pay attention but instead to focus on the only Spirits who might still be with me, who might still help me out... the Spirits of my Ancestors. The proud Giant Predators of ages long gone, the ones who could jump so high that the altitude of this mockery of a Spirit wouldn't have posed any difficulty for them.*

Ancestors (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 8 (Total = 14)

*Stubbornly playing deaf to the outrageous words of the Blight-Spirit I let the Ancient Predator's agility run through me... I remember her jumping so high she could even have reached the Moon herself - and merging with her completely for a momentary glimpse I try to reach the unreachable, leaping up with my fangs bared to tear my shadow-like foe - the only thing I can sense now - to as many pieces I can. Nothing else matters now. Nothing at all.*

-1 willpower

Dex + Athletics + Ancestors' blessing (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 2, 10, 10, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Total = 59)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 10, 2 (Total = 18)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8

*And indeed I can reach it... burying my fangs to its very being is not an easy feat but my determination - all I have left - pushes me forward...*

Dex + Brawl (-2), difficulty: 7

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 8, 4, 7, 4, 10 (Total = 38)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6

Damage: Str + hispo fangs + success-1 (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 9, 10, 6, 5, 1 (Total = 38)

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

Legutóbb Sablepaw szerkesztette (Vas. Aug. 05, 2012 5:10 am), összesen 1 alkalommal

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Sablepaw, White Raven.

-/Gar/ Ahhahahahah-...

*Complete, Abyss-deep silence interrupts the spirit's cackle as it feeds on the excruciating agony of Sablepaw. The bolts of shock stop coming, too, just in time to save her life. The cracks on the lunar body become infused with this electric hue now, only to suddenly explode, raining off in all directions like the miriad colourful shards of a cathedral's broken window. Though they painfully hit both of them in the face, these pieces of fake moon-skin cause no substantial damage at all.
But it's a distraction.
When it's over - a mere two blinks of an eye -, the spirit... is something else. It is a large, menacing black shadow levitating above them, just out of reach and slowly continuing upward into the storm. It radiates the power of the Wyrm and its related emotions so strong, the two Garou can sense it - and frown from it - without any sort of detection Gifts. Only its voice remains the same, with even more passion and hatred now.*

-/Gar/ Yes... YES! Whine, you pup, make me stronger! Lick your wounds, go back into the world and continue your sweet trail of death, destruction, suffering, pain, agony, torment and doom! These are the hallmarks of our Great Father! These are the emotions that will reshape this world! Humans provide endless supplies, endless opportunities! I thank you for creating me... mother.
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[Inu]

*I was counting on an attack, but it was so unpredictable that even I couldn't possibly warn her or help her avoid it. The reason in me tells to run and hide and only attack, when the enemy isn't aware of our presence. We are in a great disadvantage, and even if we destroy that deceitful spirit, I don't know what to do with the storm. But now, I'm not alone. If I run, Sablepaw might die. I just barely survived a frontal attack not long ago and I'm forced to repeat my mistake again...*

-1 rage to change to Crinos

*I don't know if the spirit could see me, but this is my best chance. It's time to silence the storm. The Sword of Silence, a bone-white, straight double edged short sword strikes from "behind". Its pale blade emits or reflects no light, still it glimmers in the hand of the black furred Garou.*

Attack from behind: diff 5

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 10, 7, 4, 4, 3, 2, 5 (Total = 39)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2

Damage with +2

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 4, 6, 10, 10, 10, 1, 2, 4 (Total = 55)

[Sablepaw]

<....>

*Things happen so fast and I'm too surprised to react quickly enough since my summoning rite seemed to be successful; but now I achingly realize that my howl has attracted only the Lune-pups - if they at least are real - AND something I didn't mean to call and can't understand at all since the very concept of malicious deception is completely alien for my pure wolf-like nature.
I stand no chance to endure this terrible ice-storm and especially the shocking strikes of lightning while wearing my more fragile yet honest birth-form. All I have left is the crippling, devastating pain and the inner Rage Luna blessed me with to remain conscious enough to try shape-shifting. I only have the chance to flee and find shelter - or fight back if I can collect the power of my will - in my Giant Wolf form...*

-1 Rage to ignore getting stunned
-1 Rage to shift instantly to Hispo

*Shocked, torn and mauled I can at least stand on my shaking paws in my massive yet hideously damaged Giant Wolf form, whining and roaring at the same time with all the agony this monstrous Spirit thirsts for. Chunks of my reeking, burnt fur, skin and flesh flake from my injured, shivering body and my blood slowly drips to the ground dappling the storm-beaten Spirit-Earth which was covered by pure white snow not so long ago... all I can feel is the maddening pain - both physical and spiritual - and I have no idea how hurt I actually am.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Sablepaw, White Raven.

*White Raven speaks. Sablepaw speaks. The dark clouds slowly edge closer and grow larger. The ice flows not far behind also appear more menacing now. The Danube's Umbral waves are crashing violently and the very air just screams of... passion.
The spirit straightens itself and speaks up on a significantly louder tone. With a sudden shift, it now emits the growls and snarls of the Garou language, filled with more violent rage and passion than the voice of a Fenrir Modi.*

-/Gar/ A storm is coming indeed, and naught but damned fools stand around in it! But there is one thing even more foolish, even more gloriously insane! To create the storm!

*In a scene almost mimicking Carolingian poetic legend, a great bolt of lightning strikes into a large ice chunk behind on the river, accompanied by its deafening entourage of Umbral thunder, right after the spirit's words.
Immediately, rain and tiny ice chunks begin to fall from the sky with great intensity.*

-/Gar/ Now bathe in it, young child, young prophet of Griffin! Taste your storm, and shower me with your blessed agony!

*The spirit rises into a position akin to that of a striking serpent. In the blink of an eye, several jolts of lightning flash out of its body, its very essence towards Sablepaw, burning her like the tall tree in the middle of the steppe under a summer storm.
The cracks on its lunar body are clearly visible and painfully obvious now. It is no Lune spirit. It is a gross imitation, a perverted mockery of Gaia's most sacred brood.*

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 10, 10, 1, 10, 6 (Total = 43)

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[Inu]

*I'm still trying to convince her, and also myself, when the small ones disappear. Have they understood my warning? Something is definitely wrong. I look around suspiciously. Where have they gone?*

-/Gar/ Look the spirits carefully. They are like... stitched together.

*I draw closer to Sablepaw and the remaining spirit getting to the "back" of the spirit if it's possible at all. I have to be ready to fight.*

Charism+Expression

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 3, 3, 6, 5, 9 (Total = 31)

[Sablepaw]

*I get more and more nervous as I sense this weird, foreboding signs; I turn my head back and forth but it's pretty hard to focus on so many things at once. I'm still reluctant to believe the Lune is not a Lune or something is wrong with her but something is odd here, that's for sure.*

- /Spi/ ... under a black sign shaped like... Wait, something bad is coming. Why are your pups fleeing?

*I jump towards the dispersing Gafflings as well...*

- /Spi/ What's the matter? Is a Storm going to break out?

*And then I look towards the Lune again... if she's a Lune indeed, she'll help me.*

- /Spi/ I think we need to get out of here. I'll finish the story and even fill you with a little piece of my Spirit once you get us safely to the other side of the river. Please, we need to hurry! I don't want to get blown away by a Spirit Storm or whatever is coming...!
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Sablepaw, White Raven.

*Finding omens in the instant for the very situation at hand is not an easy task. Not even in the Umbra, and not even for a Theurge of Sablepaw's attunement.
But sometimes, the hand of fate must be forced.
What she immediately notices, while talking, is that the spirit pays no heed at all to White Raven's warning, as if he wouldn't even be there. Or perhaps it doesn't understand the Garou language. Second, the Umbral weather has turned markedly grimmer since before the summoning. Dark, elongated clouds gather now on the spirit-skies, looming ever menacingly over the two freshly-crossed werewolves.
On the other hand, the sparkling gafflings around White Raven suddenly disperse, like a swarm of panicking butterflies. But she still cannot find anything out of the ordinary with the Lune itself. If possible, its voice is even more soothing, even more trustworthy...*

-/Spi/ Yes. Yees... Continue, my dear. Continue...
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[Sablepaw]

-/Spi/ I just follow the Prophecy as seen in the Visions, I don't "interpret" them. Griffin guides me. I saw myself travelling towards Sunset. I saw myself looking down to a huge, Blight-ridden Twoleg-Hive along with a black wolf with grey eyes like gloomy stormclouds. The same coat, the same eyes as White Raven's. Griffin guided me to him. And I saw...

*I shudder and turn towards White Raven again when he interrupts me and I become even more confused.*

- /Gar/ What?! What do you... mean?

<They look like Lunes... and smell like Lunes too. Spirits are tricky and even friendly ones can be dangerous but... a trap? Of course the Lune wants him to die. It's a trap for him at least. But why does the Moon Spirit hate him? Mother Moon grants her blessing to all Garou, even these hideous Twoleg-borns. Even the Traitors.>

*I still trust the Spirit way more than I trust the Shadow Lord, but I carry on my speech a bit slower while looking for tell-tale signs, omens and smells around the Spirits or anywhere in the environment, anything that might prove White Raven's right... or wrong.*

- /Spi/ And I saw huge Twoleg-herds gathering, dressed in stone-hard fake pelts and wielding stone-hard, sharp fake claws. They were gathering under...


Per + Enigmas

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 10, 7, 7, 1, 4, 7 (Total = 40)

_________________
- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Inu]

*I narrow my eyes and look at them from little closer. First I become confused, then anger runs through me.*

<Cracks... I have never seen such Lune spirits. Well, I haven't seen too many of them, but those thin lines... These can't be real Lune spirits... Trap!>

* I want to jump back, to get far from the spirits, but that move would betray me, so I just lower my head and try to behave respectful again. I have to play along and warn Sablepaw. I hope the spirits don't speak the Garou language. And I hope that I am right about them. Or else...*

- /Gar/ Sablepaw. These aren't Lune spirits. It's a trap.

*I try to "talk" without betraying my feelings, but this doesn't really work in wolf form. I'm afraid and I'm angry. Such different feelings are swirling in me as one. But if I'm right, the spirits know nothing about wolf body language either.*

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Sablepaw, White Raven.

*This is getting stranger and stranger. Through the chaotic swarming of minor spirits, White Raven observes Sablepaw and the Lune spirit exchange more and more alien words, some of which aren't more than a hiss, a snarl, or a weird, otherwordly whisper. They both turn towards him now, obviously making him the subject of discussion. The female seems - and smells - surprised, agitated and confused. Tension is in the air.
But this spirit just isn't quite like the admittedly few Lunes he's seen so far. The eyes of no wolf he's met so far have been sharper and keener than those of White Raven. He's at an advantage, despite the maddening lunar beehive. Time to time again, from the right angle, small, perplexing cracks can be seen on the flexible, fluent moonlight body, as if they were the faint, tiny markings of an especially skilled tailor's craft.
As if... this spirit would be stitched together.*

*Determination. Confusion. Hatred. Despair. Perplexion.
Five emotions, as strong and as markedly different as the Five Faces of Luna. Yet, these five are often following each other in any young Red Talon's mind, after she's been thrown out into the big, wide, evil world. Yet again, her sense of smell is irritatingly useless and despite all her spiritual attunement and astonishing talent, she is at a loss of what road to take.
Of course, she won't have to wait for long for the spirit to continue.*

-/Spi/ You've seen him in your prophecy from Griffin himself? Ahh... this makes it all the more clear now, Sablepaw. All the more clear. Prophecies are to be followed. But prophecies are also to be interpreted correctly. And this requires wisdom and experience. I can help you...

*It begins to flow around her reassuringly again, still not touching her. Its voice soothing and pleasant. Its presence as strong and passionate now as the Full Moon itself. Then it gazes straight down into Sablepaw's eyes. Almost commandingly.*

-/Spi/ What have you seen?

Ambience
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[Sablepaw]

*As I listen to the words of the soft-voiced ethereal beauty my mood and my scent as well go through changes... like the ever-shifting Moon-Spirits themselves. From my compassion to stern determination...*

<Those Twoleg Spirits? I'll take care of them! Or... Spirit-Walking Twolegs? How...>

*...from determination to complete confusion...*

<And wearing the guise of Garou? Are they capable of this? This is something... terribly awful! Or...>

*...from confusion to grim, furious hatred as I realize she's talking about some menacing Twoleg-born Garou...*

<Garou? Those tribes, the "Twoleg-Warders" or those who call themselves "the Children of Gaia"? The ones who convinced the Leader Tribe to end the Culling of Twolegs! Yes, they are to be destroyed just like Eyes-of-Fire said! Filthy Traitors!>

*... and finally from furious hatred to confusion again... and then to sheer desperation when the Spirit implies and openly states who that hideous foe is...*

<The Tribe of Treachery... the Traitor's Tribe. Moon Spirits are mercurial and moody but they're to be trusted. It's my duty to heal and appease them. But it's my duty to follow the Prophecy as well... Griffin, what should I do now?>

*I take a lower position and become stiffened. My muzzle points to the ground, my eyes reflect my newly found burden of confronting spiritual decisions... something no wolf should ever carry. My scent, tail and ears indicate as well how clueless I am... and how filled up with the mixture of fury, sorrow and perplexity at the same time... I slowly turn towards White Raven who is covered by those playful yet somehow... menacing moonlight-pups... and back to the Moonray Spirit again*

- /Spi/ I... I know what he is... and him being a Twoleg-born mongrel from the Tribe of the Traitor I slew along with his Twoleg cubs... makes me desperately want to kill him. The only thing is... the Prophecy from Griffin. I saw this Traitor Garou alive. As a companion through my quest. I'm not sure but I'm afraid I'll need him to succeed. And I'm quite sure Griffin has even more vicious hatred towards his kind than Great Luna herself, since the Moon still blessed this Garou-thing with... the lack of her light. But Griffin marked me as his Chosen One. I have to endure the Traitor and things much, much worse if I'm to fulfill the Prophecy. If I fail to follow the visions as they were given to me I can't finish my duty... But I do not want to disappoint you and your brood either. I must help you and I must fulfill Griffin's will as well. What should I do? What should I do?!

*My spirit-voice is sorrowful and at the last question - not directed to the Moon Spirit but to... any Spirit who's willing to answer me, Ancestors, Beasts, Griffin, Old Wolf of the Woods... or maybe the silvery disk of Mother Moon - I point my muzzle towards the sky, howling that question to the skies... and then I look towards the Jaggling again with humility and grief.*

- /Spi/ I don't know yet how long I'll need him. What about... calling you again when he's not needed for Griffin any more? Then I'll be allowed to kill him if you still want me to destroy him. By then... Griffin will surely agree.
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Inu]

*I sit down a few steps behind Sablepaw to not to disturb her "talk" with the spirits. Her funny reaction to the Lune spirits does surprise me and evokes another smile to my face. But I know my place and this strange wolfborn Theurge will lead to my destiny, I'm sure in it. So I wait patiently. Patience is one of my greatest virtues.

When the spirits start to surround me I get a little confused. I stand up and although I would try to act with respect, I don't realy know what would please them. Should I also play with them?... Crow never wanted me to do so.*

Perception + Alertness

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 5, 4, 1, 8, 2, 10, 10, 2, 6 (Total = 55)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 10-Sided Dice Results: 8