Buda & Pest

[RedDrake]

*The second wave hits us. I’m again swarmed by lesser miserable paws of the wyrm. Strategy is losing its meaning. Who needs tactics when being surrounded from every angle? This is where the weak shall fall and the strong shall survive! I shall survive for my shame is much greater for to fall from these whelps. There is so much more to do and they stand in my way! The gift of Luna burns my wretched heart, and helps to channel all my pain all my torment to them. Even the wyrm itself will regret everyday of its miserable existence.

I don’t care with the garous attacking a fiend right now, and I do have confidence that if my kindred companions are strong, they’ll survive. Nobody here can lose more than I’ve already lost and because of that nobody can stand before my anger here.

I’ll deal with this pack first, they’ll see what it really means to wield a blade!*

Using 2 rage for 3 actions: Parry, Parry, Attack (with reflexive gift)

*For this attach I must be in the center, I block a menacing pair of attacking claws.*

Parry#1 (7-1+5+1)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 10, 5, 9, 3, 8, 6, 7, 5, 2, 4, 10 (Total = 72)

10s again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 1 (Total = 2)

6 successes -> Damaging back with 4 dice.

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 4d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 3, 9, 4 (Total = 20)

*I move my blade upright to stop a charging whelp to wants to bite me.*

Parry#2 (7-1+5+1)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 4, 7, 8, 4, 5, 7, 6, 7, 9, 4, 9 (Total = 78)

8 successes -> Damaging back with 4 dice.

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 4d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 9, 8, 5 (Total = 31)

Soak against 3 lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 14d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 9, 4, 7, 1, 7, 3, 6, 9, 6, 2, 1, 2, 4 (Total = 71)

Soak against 2 aggravated

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 6, 10, 2, 2, 2, 7, 6 (Total = 43)

*Now they’re all near me. Luna bless my arms! *

/Lat/ - Disappear, mockeries!

*With my full might my blade swoops to my enemies as a hunting noble falcon! I’ll not stop the momentum just turn and make a circular attack the vanquish all of them! Their blood will feed the ground there will no grave for them to rest. No mercy will ever save them! The wind will carry their tainted ash! Let their wickedness end here and now!*

Attack (target: 8) for circular attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 6, 7, 1, 5, 7, 10, 8, 2, 2, 6, 1 (Total = 58)

Gift: Exceptional Swordplay (1 willpower) Int + Melee vs 8

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 3, 9, 6, 4, 1, 5, 7, 1 (Total = 39)

We love 1-s. Next Time.

*But... it seems I'm really damned and forsaken.*
<I can't fall just yet!>

Init: 19+

Dobás:

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

_________________
"Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust.
From ashes you've come
And to ash you'll return!
AMEN!"
(Angel Dust Andersen)

[Inu]

*The next wave arrived faster than I thought. I leave the last survivor to my companion and turn against the new enemies. I would have already left, but I have the cub to take care of.*

<She will kill me, she will definitely kill me. Why is she still there? Leave already!>

*I won't risk my life. Not even for her. The manly face to face battles are for the fools. I'll fight only as long as I feel myself relatively safe. There are much more safer ways to kill these monsters. But for now, let's rip them apart.*


Soak against 2 lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 9, 7, 3, 7, 8 (Total = 39)

Soak against 4 aggravated

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 4, 1, 2, 7, 3 (Total = 23)

Got 2 aggravated, now I have a -1 modifier.

*Pain runs through my body and makes me remember that I'm far from from invincible. I instantly answer with bites to the monster that wounded me.

-1 rage for second action
Bite Attack (6+3-1) diff 5

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 4, 9, 10, 7, 1, 10, 7 (Total = 55)

Dobás:

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

Damage (6+2 + 4)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 10, 8, 3, 1, 1, 3, 5, 3, 8, 3, 5 (Total = 55)

3 successes


Bite Attack (6+3-1) diff 5

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 8, 4, 3, 10, 9, 2, 2 (Total = 40)

Dobás:

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

Damage (6+2 + 2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 1, 4, 8, 6, 9, 7, 4, 10, 9 (Total = 67)

7 successes

*I might not direcly see it, but I can feel the horror near me. Now is the time to make my leave! I would fight anyone, with a proper preparation, but nowdays this is a luxury I don't have. I need time prepare, to sneak and to ambush. It is my way and it is the key of my survival.*

<Foul monsters are in the way! Die!>

Inititation 1d10+10-1

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10+9 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: (9) + 9 (Total = 18)

-1 Rage for second action

*I have to kill these things before I retreat and preprare to fight against that nightmare...

After they are dead, the plan is simple. We run back to the forest. We are much faster on four legs than our enemies and have advantage inside the forest. I'll finally change to Crinos. A much more familiar form so I will be able to use a few of my tricks. Even if the enemy won't follow us, we can prepare, turn back, and strike again. We might even have another surprise attack if we are lucky enough. But if those brutes get separated, its also enough for us to win.*

[Sablepaw]

*Being surrounded by terrible Foes, stumbling and feeling all alone causes a great deal of fear and with fear and desperation comes a new cloud of bewildered anger as the Foe-things won't let me go. Finally, the Shadow Lord appears and I feel relief and I'm not simply surprised but outright astonished when I sense the beautiful mayhem he causes with his bites*

<Of course he fights well! That's why Griffin picked him as my companion! And Griffin is wise!>

*But I still need to get out and a Twoleg-thing blocks my way... I prepare for tearing it to pieces to get through it when it... changes.
Into something so horrible, so hideous that all the other reeking wyrms seem to be as frightening as mere Twoleg-whelps in comparison...*

<... NOOOO!!!!!!!>

*And the Great Wyrm is charging against me! The scent of mindless fear and savage ferocity mix into the smell of my drawn blood and intelligence disappears from my gaze. The cornered animal I am, the cornered animal I behave, instantly trying to avoid its... huge sharp thing coming to nail me to the ground by jumping from the Wyrm's attack in almost full-fledged panic... and I prepare for the desperate counter-attacks as well, finding new reserves of blind fury brought by my overwhelming terror to remove the Giant Wyrm from my escape route.*

-2 rage

Dodge (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 9, 5, 3, 7, 3 (Total = 33)

Soak against 2 Aggravated

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 2, 8, 8, 7, 5 (Total = 31)

*I'm completely maddened by the dreadful sight and stench and as my rage directs my actions I can't even realize I survived the Most Hideous Foe Thing Ever against all odds nor do I fully pay attention the simple hard-pelted Twoleg fighting with it - I just bite into its foul hide or flesh desperately as my wrath and pain pulls me forward towards freedom, towards the Wilderness...*

~ Attack # 1 (-2):

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 2, 2, 1, 9, 3 (Total = 22)

~ Damage #1, Aggravated:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 4, 7, 7, 2, 8, 10 (Total = 47)

~ Attack # 2 (-2):

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 10, 1, 2, 5, 3 (Total = 24)

~ Damage #2, Aggravated:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 6, 9, 2, 1, 8, 10 (Total = 39)

...

Intitiative: 7 (-2) + d10

Dobás:

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

Total: 6
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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 (Kedd. Okt. 02, 2012 9:08 pm), összesen 5 alkalommal

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Albrecht von Wulfhard, Ernst Hirschler, Sablepaw, Sophia d'Auxerre, White Raven.

*Fortune (or Luna, depending on the interpretation) seems to smile on the defenders, for they ably exploit the chaos caused by the unforeseen circumstances. Without the abominable, "pagan" aid of the Abyss and the godless Lupines, this battle would already be lost. Instead, almost a dozen attackers lay on the ground now, from any given state ranging from tied down and wounded to being a pile of ash already carried away by the night winds of winter.

For Ernst Hirschler, this is like being thrown into the ocean in order to learn to swim. His first real battle already sees near-impossible odds and vampiric foes sharpened for war. Yet, the young Ventrue does not lose his composure, his shrewd mind works just as fast as in the middle of breaking a monetary deal. Quickly moving out the way of two charging Kindred, the single, half-hearted axe swipe of the previous attacker is parried with his sword while he positions himself for a counterattack.
A quick turn, a swift, disciplined thrust, exactly as he was taught, and the blade bites into the huge arm muscles of one of the Lasombra's attackers. The barbarian loses his focus, half-turning his head towards him, baring his teeth and growling like an animal when something appears behind his back and sinks a blade between his lungs.
Not bad for a start of teamwork!

"Teamwork" is something sorely lacking around Sablepaw though, for she realizes the consequences of her actions only now. Although she executes the pretender wolf and tears off a limb from something else too, she's quickly surrounded by those who aren't busy charging forward. In the great rush of adrenaline, she stumbles in her own legs and nearly falls, losing the momentum.
But before the Wyrmspawn can rip her to pieces in turn, White Raven arrives with the best possible timing, mercilessly executing the two behind her. Only one foe remains. Only one foe stands between Sablepaw and the safe haven that is the forest. A mere twoleg, he'll be swiped away as easily as the rest.
A mere twoleg.
A mere twoleg...*

-/Ger/ Holy mother of God...

*The battle pauses for a moment as the lone remaining rear guard of the first wave, the one attacker facing two werewolves now, disappears. And in its place emerges something huge, something so monstrous, it tears away one's nerves to gaze at it even in this darkness.
Especially in this darkness.
The dreaded Zulo of the Carpathians, the war form of the Tzimisce Fiends is here. The vampire's stature increased to a full eight feet tall; the skin became a sickly greenish-gray chitin; the arms became apelike and ropy, tipped with ragged black nails; and the face warped into something out of a nightmare. A row of spines sprouted from the vertebrae, and the extended carapace exudes a foul-smelling grease. And by all means, this horror wastes no time. Roaring out in all its dark glory, it sinks its arm-sized claws into Sablepaw's leg.
In the next moment, propelled by an utterly irrational zeal, the only one living crusader out of the four with his face uncovered, Gerunch von Käsenburg, charges the great beast with sword and shield alike. By all reasonable expectations, his slightly augmented mortal strength should be pitifully little, but the sword cuts deep into the Zulo's chitin while the shield bash apparently prevented a second attack on the Lupine.

And this is when wave two arrives.*

Ambience

*Howling in the delight of certain victory, swarming the Hispo White Raven and the statue-like Albrecht now. Their fury is unbridled, yet, some of them are still capable of screaming the name of Vencel, Prince of Buda and Pest as they jump and claw and bite and swing their primitive axes and maces.
Sophia managed to hold two of her enemies in the grip of her shadowy tentacles and "shadow step" behind the third, already wounded by Ernst. A single, artistic blow between the ribs from out of sight, nearly out of mind as well. The beast growls out in surprise, and after a cruel twist of the gladius-like short sword, Sophia kicks the fresh corpse off her blade.
But despite all the might of the Arms of Ahriman, one of the captives manages to break free, practically flying out of the shadowy grasp to sink his fang into the soft, unprotected neck of the Lasombra. In the last possible moment, one ghoul, one faceless soldier of Christ intervenes, launching himself into the way, protecting her with his own body, which quickly falls to the ground with the horrible claw wounds caused by the enraged Nosferatu. Yet, even then, the Teuton drags him down with him, buying further time for his masters.

Like in the fine old days of the House of the Conquering Claw, yet again, Albrecht von Wulfhard stands at the bulwark of enemy legions. Every move of his sword brings death and destruction, nobody can stand his ground against him, and even though undeath robbed him of the rush of blood and righteous Gaian Rage he was practically addicted to, he still possesses some of his old blessings.
Not even the living Garou can live up to his power. Not even the Shadow Weaver. Not even the Eastern Fiend. No one. But it is him, and no one else, who had to pay the highest price for all this might. And he's reminded of it every single moment of his miserable existence, even at the greatest height of battle and carnage.
There is no escaping the Curse of the Abomination.
Four more swings, four more flying heads, severed limbs, fragile bodies severed in half. The mortals fighting on his side barely even believe the speed at which the enemies disappear from above their throats. He definitely saved a ghoul who was already in the process of being drained dry. They all stand up now, and one of them saves Sophia at the cost of his own body. The Banner is untouched. All is well. And the storm arrives, threatening to overrun their already-spectacular victory.*

Against Albrecht:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 10, 1, 2, 8, 3 (Total = 27)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 9, 8, 9, 5, 5 (Total = 40)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 10, 1, 10, 1, 2, 9 (Total = 35)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 2, 4, 8, 6 (Total = 22)

Damages: Aggravated, Aggravated, Lethal, Aggravated.

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 4d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 7, 2, 4 (Total = 20)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 7, 10, 9, 8, 3, 10, 1 (Total = 57)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 4, 1, 4, 9, 8 (Total = 35)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 10, 8, 4, 2 (Total = 25)

Against White Raven:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 5, 5, 4, 6 (Total = 26)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 2, 9, 2, 8, 8 (Total = 35)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 2, 9, 8, 7, 10 (Total = 39)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5

Damages: Lethal, Aggravated, Aggravated.

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 9, 10, 1, 4 (Total = 25)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 6, 4, 8, 7, 4, 10 (Total = 44)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 4, 4, 1, 2, 1 (Total = 15)

Against Sablepaw:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 4, 10, 6, 3, 4, 7, 2, 1 (Total = 47)

Dobás:

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

Damage: Aggravated.

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 3, 8, 1, 5, 8, 1, 4, 10, 7 (Total = 53)

You may all attempt to dodge, or parry one or more of these attacks, subtracting the number of your successes from an attack roll of your choice. If all successes on the attack roll are thus extinguished, damage caused by that attack can be ignored. If not, the attack loses an amount of damage equal to the successes rolled on your dodge, or parry.
Execute one turn of actions, but roll Initiation only at the end of your posts. If you're still standing.

Albrecht: +1 Rage.

Sablepaw: +2 Rage.

White Raven: +2 Rage.
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[Sophia d'Auxerre]

*The mocking cry from the high pitched... supposedly male creature knocks Sophia fully back to the battle. She rips her gaze away from the wolf beast and back to the rest of the yelling. The name being chanted.*

<Vencel?! He cannot be that foolish! >

*No time to dwell on this yet. She glances to Albrecht, noting how well he handles himself in battle. Good, at least he’s not a pretender. Then to Ernst who (when she glances) is injured. *

< Damn it, they’re breaking easily but there’s so many!>

*Sophia notes the arms that remain, conducting them to continue their crushing of the swarm before she frowns. Is the number increasing?! Then she hears the yelled words that break through the chanting and yelling*

[RedDrake]

//Soak roll

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 10, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Total = 61)

<They are so fragile, only puppets, sacrifices.
From ashes we’ve come…
And to ash we’ll all return!>

*Once this kind of slaughtering filled my heart with joy. I feel nothing now. I don’t think that they really tell the truth about the prince. I badly need time to think.

Our ghouls won’t hold much longer, we’re being swarmed. We have little time before the next wave. Sophia is in imminent danger too. Her power to control the horrors of Abyss may prove to our advantage this time. We need everything we can muster for the second wave and for a possible garou attack. No time to hesitate! This will be a strange order from me.*

<Where is the rest of the pack?>

/Ger/ - Herr Hirschler! Protect the lady from the attackers!

*The decision has been made. I’ll regret using it, but I see no other way. Good bye calmness for a while. I open my heart for my instincts, I’ll the glorious anger of Luna to fill my undead heart. My face shows now determination if anybody could see as my speed increases drastically, a mortal eye cannot follow my movements*

-------------------------------[First round]---------------------------
//Spending 2 rage for 3 actions.
//Init (18+D10)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5

*Sophia’s first attacker will meet my blade! I’ll bring swift death!*

/Latin/ - To the Abyss with thee!

//Attack #1 (6-1 + 5 + 1)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 1, 10, 7, 4, 4, 9, 10, 3, 7, 2 (Total = 66)

10s again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3

Total: 5 successes

//Damage#1 (4+5+4) (+4 Automatic (potence)) lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 13d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 2, 9, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10, 2, 9, 3, 4, 8 (Total = 82)

Total: 12 lethal

*For the next step I jump to help our crusaders. I pick two targets who are attacking crusaders on their backs. My blade rises to air and…*

//Attack #2 (6-1 + 5 + 1)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 5, 6, 10, 8, 1, 9, 7, 7, 8, 3 (Total = 65)

Total: 5 successes

//Damage#2
//Damage#2 (4+5+4) (+4 Automatic (potence)) lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 13d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 3, 8, 5, 7, 7, 9, 2, 10, 6, 7, 3, 6 (Total = 75)

Total: 12 lethal

//Attack #3 (6-1 + 5 + 1)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 8, 2, 4, 5, 4, 6, 2, 10, 6, 2 (Total = 50)

Total: 3 successes

//Damage#3
//Damage#3 (4+5+2) (+4 Automatic (potence)) lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 9, 6, 6, 8, 2, 7, 5, 9, 7, 4 (Total = 73)

Total: 12 lethal

-------------------------------[Second round]---------------------------
//Blood spend: 1 for dex, 2 for strength
//Init (18+D10)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9

*Hopefully this’ll break the enemy’s attack. I’ll continue sweeping the remaining foes.*

/Ger/ - On your feet soldiers! Prepare for the side-attack! Teach them the vengeance of our Lord!

*Clear orders will help them to concentrate. I only need to…*

<WHAT? … a second garou and… >

*This is the worst possible scenario. More of them can hide in the shadows.*

<But something is amiss here. A typical usurper would watch our fight and kill the survivors after the battle>

*I plan to decapitate to remnants from the first wave.*

//Split actions (2 attacks)
//Attack #1 (7-1 + 5 + 1 - 2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 7, 3, 9, 10, 8, 4, 3, 5, 2 (Total = 55)

10s again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5

Total: 4 successes

//Damage#1
//Damage#1 (4+5+3) (+4 Automatic (potence)) lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 8, 8, 6, 8, 10, 5, 7, 2, 1, 9, 9 (Total = 75)

//Forgotten the increased strength

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 1 (Total = 4)

Total: 13 lethal

*And a finale thrust!*

//Attack #2 (7-1 + 5 + 1 -3)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 7, 4, 3, 7, 5, 5, 1, 1 (Total = 35)

Missed...
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"Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust.
From ashes you've come
And to ash you'll return!
AMEN!"
(Angel Dust Andersen)

[Inu]

*I lie in the snow crawling closer and closer to Sablepaw and scouting the battle. I even dare to take a short look back, because I would hate to be backstabbed by a third wave of monsters. So far, everything goes well. The fighting sides seems to be even in strength at least until the second wave arrives. They are fighting well. Even Sablepaw's surprise attack is in the right moment. Good. Then from the corner of my eyes, the strange tentacles arise!*

<I knew that something isn't right! I knew that we shouldn't have helped them. One survivor is enough. Or even one of those things is too much to live. But we need one of those for now. I hope we won't need them for long.>

*After the precise and bone crusher attack Sablepaw is smart enough to retreat. But she might be tired. She is too slow to get back in time.*

<She is too slow... They are coming. My time has come! Come closer, dead meat... Closer...>

*I have just enough time to notice some weaknesses of my closest prey:*

Fatal flaw (Perception + Empathy diff Wits + Subterfuge)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 5, 2, 2, 5, 6, 4 (Total = 25)

<Closer... One more step...>

-1 rage

*I jump on the closest enemy and bite him. I'll kill him, then bite into two my second prey.*

Attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 5, 8, 7, 2, 1, 3, 6, 10 (Total = 51)

+Fatal flaw

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3

Damage (3+3+1 + 4)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 1, 2, 9, 10, 7, 6, 1, 8, 10, 6 (Total = 63)

Damage +2 just because

Dobás:

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

Damage +1 just because

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7

*Enough for the first one. Even if he survived the attack, he won't fight soon. My rage drives me to the second monster.*

Attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 7, 4, 5, 9, 3, 6, 5, 6 (Total = 54)

Damage (3+3+1 + 6)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 13d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 10, 6, 10, 8, 4, 6, 10, 2, 10, 5, 9, 5 (Total = 95)

Damage +3 just because

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 9, 4 (Total = 23)

<Fast and clean... Who's next? Damn, the second wave!>

-/Gar/ Watch out! From the side!

Legutóbb Inu szerkesztette (Vas. Szept. 30, 2012 9:52 pm), összesen 1 alkalommal

[Sablepaw]

*The blunt scents of the Ones Gathering Under The Sign get weirder as I get closer to them – these scents are nor simply faint. Three of them smell unnaturally... empty which is way more annoying than the simple reeks of Twolegs. But I’m even more concerned about the ones with the heinous stench. As the dead and wretched wolf becomes a Twoleg-thing I become way more furious and my snout foams with hatred and loathing.*

<It’s not a tormented and distorted Wolf! Twoleg-thing! Dead yet walking... Garou-thing?!!>

*The fear in its eyes give me more confidence. Although I’m no warrior but a Predator and this Foe is definitely not a Prey – not one I’d ever eat – I keep on tearing into its sick and rotten flesh with my fangs. I catch a glimpse of the moving, horrible Shadow-snakes from one of the Sign-bearers and it makes me even more dreaded and wrathful...*

<More Foe-things! Atrocious, alien, hideous! From Under the Sign!>

*But I have no time to be distracted by the Shadow-Snakes nor do I pay attention to the loud Twoleg-screams; Owl-In-Teeth rests now for it's not the time of Listening but of Slaying. Therefore my full attention goes to the vile-smelling freak that dared to mock my Kin or those other disguising things nearby in case I manage to make the former wolfskin-wearing wyrm even more dead with my first severing bite – dead enough so it won’t insult the Land by merely walking on Her and existing – all accompanied by my furious and murderous growling.*

1st round:
-1 rage

~ Attack # 1 (-2):

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 2, 2, 7, 8, 2 (Total = 23)

~ Damage#1, aggravated:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 1, 3, 9, 7, 8, 7, 6 (Total = 43)

~ Attack #2 (-2):

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 8, 6, 10, 1, 9 (Total = 41)

~ Damage#2, aggravated:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 3, 5, 4, 10, 1, 8, 1, 6, 10 (Total = 54)

...

*My huge bites are just as impressive as the former ones, hopefully crushing bones and ripping the foul flesh to scattered pieces. But I slowly realize the Sign bearers seem to be strong... Foe-things themselves, strong enough to survive and to lead me to the Lands of Griffin's Prophecy and they are culling the numbers of these more unnerving ambusher Foe-things as well.
And I’m going to be in trouble if I draw too much attention. No matter how atrocious these things are as the rage burning inside me lessened after I channelled my Luna-given anger into my cruel bites my survival instincts awaken as well. I’m not of the Seeing Moon and I have no pack to back me up and I can’t even spot White Raven right now. I feel all alone against a huge number of who knows what sort of Wyrm-spawns.
Griffin needs me alive and it’s too bad alone that the Sign-Carriers probably spotted me; I was planning to follow them unnoticed but I couldn’t control my hatred... now I must flee, I must survive and I have better odds in the Wilderness.
I need to get away and hide. And maybe I’ll need to ask for guidance from the Spirits – which is my Moon-given duty - once I’m far enough and I have the time for crossing the Threshold.
Now it’s time to head for the forest into a direction from where no Foe-scents can be detected with some great leaps between the Foe-things or above them, avoiding the ones too big and probably simply knocking the smaller ones blocking my path off with my sheer intensity and weight. *

2nd round:
~ Initiative 7 (-2) +d10

Dobás:

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

Total: 7

~ Gettin’ the hell outta here –> Dex + Dex speciality + Athletics (-2):

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 8, 5, 2, 1, 1, 7, 1 (Total = 30)

*But it's no use... My agility failed me and I'm trapped here wounded, surrounded by plenty of Foes and all this - the failure, the stress, the instincts, those unbearable scents everywhere - make me extremely distressed and desperate...*

<Must get away!!!! Must survive!!!>
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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 (Kedd. Okt. 02, 2012 9:10 pm), összesen 2 alkalommal

[Dronaw]

<So, she is also surprised about the attack. Or she is a really good actress.>

*I don’t have more time to think as the battle began.*

<Shit I have to be more careful. Fortunately this ghoul acted like Karl would and used his shield to protect me. I have to concentrate the battle!>

soak against lethal damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 4, 9, 2, 5, 4, 2, 7 (Total = 38)

soak against aggravated damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 8, 4, 3, 8 (Total = 28)

*Despite the crusader’s quick action I still got some disturbing damage. I'm not used to be indured this much in my trips so a little affright may be seen on me. I try to survey what the others especially Albrecht do and try to retreat slowly towards the Cross mainly concentrate on defending myself.*

1st round
trying to heal a lethal damage -1 blood pool

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 9, 2 (Total = 18)

parry

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 4d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 2, 2, 5 (Total = 16)

*After a little retreat I attack the enemy in front of me or if the creatures concentrates mainly to Sophia, I’ll move to attack them by side.*

<I still don’t trust her, but we have the same enemy now.>

2nd round
trying to heal a lethal damage -1 blood pool

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 10, 10 (Total = 21)

init: 6(dex+wits) + 1d10

Dobás:

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

attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 4d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 6, 8, 1 (Total = 18)

damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 10, 5, 8, 1, 6 (Total = 32)

_________________
Sunny Black

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Albrecht von Wulfhard, Ernst Hirschler, Sablepaw, Sophia d'Auxerre, White Raven.

*Like the waves of the ocean crash against the solid rocks on the beach, so do these red-eyed horrors flood and swarm the crusaders in a flurry of fangs, claws, daggers, axes and mindless hatred. Many of them are screeching in an insane state of frenzy, or, in a grotesque display of irony, imitating the howl of wolves.
The ghouls plant the Banner into the snow behind them and immediately assume a crescent formation, drawing their one-handed swords and raising their large, white-painted steel shields that also happen to display the majestic gothic black cross. The horses all know their duty and flee to a safe distance. Initially, the four knights cover all three Kindred, but the two men strike out from one side each.
Albrecht is by far the fastest, his attack lands against the charging group like a double bolt of lightning. Even before the lines clash, a large, fat, disfigured head swings off its shoulders, flying high into the sky and landing just beside Sablepaw's legs. Immediately following up with a horizontal swipe, a hairy, rat-like Gangrel is nearly cut in half, its initial growl turns into a gush of blood. By the time its twisted body hits the snow, it already begins to dissolve into ash.
"From ashes we have come and to ashes we shall return."
This passage has never been more true.

On the right wing, Ernst also attacks the enemy, sinking his blade into the shoulder of a hissing Nosferatu. The creature angrily shoves the sword aside, almost disarming the Ventrue and violently claws towards his face, but the crusader standing to his left reacts quickly, deflecting the blow with his own shield.
Immediately afterwards, Gerunch issues his next, desperate command.*

-/Ger/ Attention! Hooold!

Ambience

*The first wave crashes against the Komtur's ghoul and his three subordinates with unholy force, nearly sending half of them flying, prevented only through their disciplined combat stance, heavy armour and the blood of their masters infusing them. Sophia and Ernst are protected now and after his initial carnage, no one dares to move against Albrecht.
From somewhere inside the crowd, a high-pitched, but male, obviously insane yell tears into the night, the first form of "coherent" communication so far.*

-/Lat/ The glorious Vencel, King of Kings, sends his regards!!

*Subsequently, many of the others fly into high-pitched screaming, echoing the same word simultaneously.*

- Ven-cel! Ven-cel! Ven-cel!

*This is when Sablepaw arrives, akin to the arrival of a battering ram at a city's gates. A high-pitched whine is uttered by the furthermost Kindred, followed by the loud crack of a vampiric spine. Two others fly in two different directions before the almost mythical moon-beast sinks her fangs into the neck of one of the undead wolves. This is when the "wolf" changes form, immediately turning into yet another hairy, bestial Gangrel, with wolf ears, wolf eyes and wolf-like mockeries of fangs, thereby escaping the bite, but still falling to the ground, staring up at the primordial Hispo with sheer terror in his stolen eyes, screaming like any mortal twoleg would.
Pathetic.
On the other hand, the second wave, the attackers that wanted to cut into the path of the horses, have nearly arrived. Another dozen or so, at least three or four of them have already noticed the extraordinary werewolf, slightly changing course to be able to attack her. She won't see them coming, but White Raven already does. It's time for action.

Meanwhile, Sophia conjures four massive, shadowy tentacles, almost two meters each, radiating an immense amount of threat and lunging themselves at the attackers without delay. Operating low, the first one grabs for the legs of the attackers, knocking some of them over, creating confusion in the ranks. Another towers up behind the ghouls, striking out from behind their shields akin to a large, abysmal spear. Finally, the other two grab for the vampires themselves, throwing them around as if they were made of mud. A particularly large, heavily deformed Fiend is lifted up as it is being constricted, serving as a gruesome display in the middle of the carnage. It begins to roar out in anger, commanding its fellows on a deep, rasping voice.*

-/Hun/ Kill the woman! TEAR! HER! APART!!

*With a loud crack, the vampire is crushed in the iron grip of the Lasombra's tentacle. The others fly into a frenzy, crashing over and over against the desperately-held shields of the mortal ghouls, some of them literally jumping on their heads while others are throwing themselves at the Arms of Ahriman. Finally, they break the line and swarm through, aiming to rip Sophia and the Banner of the Black Cross to pieces. The remaining shadowy arms and the relentless crusaders, some of whom are now fighting laying on their backs, will not hold them for longer than a few moments.*

Execute two turns of actions this time.

Albrecht: Soak against 3 aggravated damage.

Ernst: Soak against 4 lethal and 3 aggravated damage.

Sablepaw: +1 Rage.

Sophia: 2 out of 4 Arms of Ahriman remain. At least four enemies will be targeting you at their next opportunity.
_________________

[Sophia d'Auxerre]

**Sophia wears long travelling robes. Form fitting to her torso and looser around her waist to allow for moment up and down on her horse. Perhaps they have been tailored for this very reason. But just because they travel, she has not allowed herself to pale in comparison to the decorated armours of the men. Her robes are made of expensive materials, crafted in Italy. The robes are a deep jade in colour with deep gold embellishment upon the cuffs, hems and waist.
Around her shoulders is a deep grey, heavy cloak. Lined with fur, it’s made for the winter weather, despite its wearer having no difficulty with the cold. It’s fastened at the front with silver clasp and is hooded.
Tied to her waist is a belt carrying a sword, not as decorated as others but it is used for protection, not status. A couple of small pouches are also fastened to the belt. Hidden partially by the drape of her cloak.
A simple silver cross sits upon her collar bone on a thin silver chain.

She rides upon a black ghoul horse. The steed is armoured but perhaps not as grand as others, wearing the armour for protection, not show.

Sophia herself looks to be upon the cusp of turning, or very early twenties. Her skin is flawless porcelain, as if she’s been cut and polished from ivory. This makes her long hair and ruby lips all the more noticeable. Perhaps drawing from the teasing sight of blood coloured hair and lips are her eyes. Shimmering blue as the icicles that adorn the bare trees around them, they catch any and what little light there is, echoing whatever emotion she chooses to show.

The scents from Sophia may be construed as odd, just like the others. There is no body scent, breath nor emotions that could be sensed from her. Sablepaws sensitive nose would pick up the subtle but pleasant (albeit perhaps not to wolves... ) perfume that clings to her. There seems to be a smell of herbs, plants, that clings to her also. The scent of her horse and the different earths that cling to its hooves are evident. Ash and smoke from the large bonfire as well as the scents of the ghouls that have tended to her horse. A faint smell of blood is also noted. **

*Sophia holds the loud, objecting females gaze as she is turned down and further mocked for her words. Eyeing her slowly she simply smiles and looks away, uncaring as she readies herself and once more mounts her horse, her legs draped elegantly to the side.
Taking a moment, she eyes those who accompany her.*
<Hmm, the silent prince and the dim pretend noble. This will be interesting.>
*She pulls up her hood again and they set off. *

*Sophia mulls upon the thoughts of what is to come, of whom she’s to meet. Her thoughts lingering on the city and the court. She had heard only a little of the Prince, whispers that are carried by travellers of course so she pondered to whether this would be a challenge, and what she could learn.
Her mind drifts to her companions in this task. She glances to Albrecht, the silent, unreadable Prince. The man was curious, an enigma for the moment. Silent in the meeting and in travel, he was a closed book. Then of course there was Ernst... Thus far who had shown utterly no interest in the making of history that they were part of. Bored or dim witted, she was leaning toward the latter given his behaviour so far. What impression he would give the Prince?! This will yet be seen.

The sound of their movement, crunching through the freezing snow does little to disturb the silence of the night. The shine of the land, catching the light of the stars and moon is indeed a distracting beauty, almost as distracting as the sight of the city ahead in the distance.
The arrogant show seems fit to make a swift journey.

That hope is shattered at the sounds of growls as a rush of an ambush is made known. Launching themselves at the group, Sophia looks around in surprise, irritation at the fact that any would dare attack them. Immediately, she focuses upon what is happening, all other thoughts gone. A concentrating frown marks her features as she grips the reigns of her horse in order to calm it in the initial rush. As defensive blows are given, she dismounts, removing her blade for defence.
A sweeping gaze fails to count the bodies that attack, to many to specifically note.
Not a good sign.

Taking her place among the defenders, her hood falls down with her swift actions. Others standing in front of her when she dismounts. Others have rushed in front of her, so naturally she takes advantage of this position... *

<Ah these trips are always so eventful! Purging begins early it seems!>


Blood points spent: 1 Strength, 1 Dext, 1 Stam . 3 points.

Obtenebration III

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 1, 7, 1, 5, 7, 5 (Total = 28)

Obtenebration III

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 4, 6, 8, 7, 4, 5 (Total = 42)

*She narrows her gaze, her actions not being to her full wishes but she works with what she has, still gripping her sword now as she guides the shadow arms. Seeking to use one to sweep what she can from their feet, another two she tries to have seek to grab members of the ambush to use them as weapons against their brethren. The last she seeks to begin physically piercing the ambushers, slashing at them like the blades of her companions. She studies the situation, before a flash of much larger teeth than expected catch her attention.

A massive beast has joined the fray. Thick , long fur covers the creature, the fact it's thrown into the battle makes the coat ruffled, giving the beast an even more terrifying presence. The creature could be mistaken for a nightmare of shadow with the colour of its fur. The shine of it's powerful teeth and what seems to be fresh scars give it a physical form, but certainly would not bring relief with this revelation.
But even with that, the creature does not fully seem physical. Sophia could swear for a brief moment she could see through the creature, unable to fix her gaze directly upon it yet due to a shimmer... a blur over it.


Surely not...

The image of the wolf beast in the library book is suddenly made known in person...
But the presence of the creature is even more horrific. A presence so old, so primitive..

"They are the Oldest of all..." *

[Inu]

*I have nearly fallen through a bush when I heard Sablepaw's cawing. It's so unexpected and funny at the same time, that I almost forget I'm angry at her. Another talent of the "lost cub"... Impressive. Unfortunately the damage was done and there's no way to undo it. Our only option is another rush. And to convince the raven of my heart that we won't hurt her.*

<I can't let such things happen again, we'll need a serious talk. She needs to learn how to approach, how to talk others. Others than herself... That ever snarling, attacks all that's moving cub will kill me for sure.>

*We finally arrive to our terrified prey. I also keep some distance not to frighten Dancing-With-Winds more than it's necessary. She is not used to my Hispo. I'm plannig to catch my breath while she calms down, so we can talk. But as usually, plans are changing fast.*

<Here? Those monsters? So they were following her. Great, they have just walked into their doom.>

*With a self-confident glance I try to make her pick up her well known courage. I can already smell the scents of some horses and humans, so I lie down and sneak closer to the road but I still stay close to the trunk.*

<Knights? Black Cross?! For Gaia's sake, it's the Prophecy! In that case we can't kill them, at least not all of them. Also, they don't look so corrupted and vile as she described them...>

*I look back to Dance-With-Winds for affirmation, just when Hell breaks loose.*

<Now those are real "Foes"!>

*Our eyes with Sablepaw meet and for the first time since we met, we agree in one thing: those creatures must die.*

<This is a lucky night. We just need to sit back and wait until they die one by one. We only need one knight of the cross to survive, we can kill everyone else. And of course, the sole survivor will be grateful, or at least handy for the rest of the journey. So easy... Sablepaw? NOT AGAIN!>

*She is already on the way to ruin my plan. As always. I sneak after her, a soft snarl slips out of my mouth to stop her. But she never listens to me. I'm hiding close on her tail but I'm not so stupid to lure all the enemies. I stay hidden until one of them turns on my companion. Only then will I join the fight.*


Blissful ignorance Dex+Stealth diff 7

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 9, 5, 2, 4, 5, 7, 6, 10, 8, 4, 4 (Total = 70)

Hispo description: A great black wolf who shoudn't exist with the size of a bear and he even looks slightly stronger than Sablepaw. Despite of his black color he is still hard to percieve in the snow at night. The deep black fur turns to dark grey only at his muzzle. No wounds or scars break the thick fur from the front but at the back of his neck small ragged scars can be seen. From this darkness only his sly grey eyes light.
(Shadow Lord Pure Breed 2)

[Dronaw]

*After the meeting I head back to Karl and Irene and let them know about my upcoming trip. I get on my horse and join the march.*

*I have short, dark-brown hair, a little bit unnatural, green eyes. My skin is a little dim. My face is like someone in his early 20s without any strubble. My height is about 170 cm. Not a thin nor a solid set-up. Over all, I don't seem to be a hard fighter. I’m wearing chainmail and chain trousers without any tawdriness. It gives me less protection but doesn’t set back my mobility as a full plate would. Under the chains dirty-white clothes can be seen. My one-handed sword is on my belt. My horse is not armored. After the ambush until the battle starts a mixed fear and chafting can be felt.*

*The howl doesn’t make me interested as this is not an extraordinary sound in Hungary. We were here many times, and heard many howls but wolf attacks were very rare on us. And now, we seem to be a much harder target.*

<I haven’t walk in this region for months. It’s good to see the untouched forests of Hungary again.>

*As my horse walks slowly I turn my head to and fro to examine the surrounding. Of course, when Sophia gets into my site I try to catch something on her which proves that I’m right about her play in our party. As soon as I take notice of the ambush and hear the orders of Gerunch, I get off my horse and make a glance at Sophia. Is she surprised about this attack or she was expecting it? I take my part in the defensive line and prepare myself for the comming attack.*

4 blood point spent: 1 str, 2 dex, 1 sta

init: 7(dex+wits) + 1d10

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9

attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 3, 9, 10, 7 (Total = 34)

10s again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7

damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 1, 10, 1, 7, 6, 3, 7, 5, 3 (Total = 48)

_________________
Sunny Black

Legutóbb Dronaw szerkesztette (Csüt. Szept. 27, 2012 7:32 pm), összesen 1 alkalommal

[Sablepaw]

*The words of White Raven rouse my anger further of course but it's no time to fight each other...*

<None of my business?! It IS my business to teach you and every Garou about the Old Ways! Thornclaw told me so! Ancestors told me so! What kind of freak pups does he want, after all? Twoleg-wolf-raven... crossbreeds? Now that's what against the true laws of Nature - not the hunting of Twolegs!>

*Still heaving from the rush I can finally spot the strange... "Raven-Folk". On a tree trunk... and she's a Twoleg again. I back off a bit trying not to look so... menacing although she could hear me "cawing" I'm not about to kill her. Not yet. My attention is drawn by the large "path", where Nofurs twisted and flatted the Land... and I can sense the approaching ones and the scents of horses. I instantly get further back in the forested area to be out of sight, waiting with bared teeth... and the fear-scents of the bitch also catch my nose... accompanied by her "words", still heard through the Spirit-words of Owl-In-Teeth.*

- /"Rav"/ Be Bird! Up! Tree!

*I can't explain more clearly that Nofurs - dead or alive - can't possibly spot a pitch-black raven in the middle of the night on a tree and even if they could... why would they care? Ravens and crows are common enough near Hives as well. But her words make my hackles rise and I sniff for scents, trying to remain alert... some of the approaching ones smell somehow... "blunt" - I can't tell the difference of the sexes of all which is weird but no red, glowing eyes... and it's...*

<The sign!!!>

*I try to signal to White Raven or catch his attention without making a sound - I don't want the Ones Gathering Under Black Sign On White Pelt spot me - so I'm using body-language and my scents to tell him he must pay attention now!*

<We've found them! We've found them! The Sign! The Prophecy!>

*But my excitement quickly changes into surprise, fear and then... enraged hatred and aggression when I can spot the other, even more foul-smelling things... the distorted mockeries... and the... dead wolves. Dreaded memories flood back to my mind... I can realize they're not after us but they're attacking the Sign Carriers and they outnumber them. Of course normally I would hide and enjoy the scents of carnage and the death of Twolegs but these distorted... things, especially the wolves make me outright burning with wrath and pain. And the other thing is the Prophecy... I must follow those under the Sign no matter what...*

<I'm wounded and they are great in numbers! But they're further away and haven't spotted us...>

*I raise my hatred-filled gaze towards the Shadow Lord; it tells him more than enough. I'm going to ambush and slay at least a couple of them... Of course, survival comes first and I'm still weakened from the injuries but my Rage burns inside me... I start creeping towards them... trying to call my Ancestors to aid me...*

Ancestors (-2)

Dobás:

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

*... but they won't listen to my silent pleads. It's only me then. I try to catch some mockeries attacking the Sign-bearers; maybe dead wolves - that would be more an act of mercy than an act of hatred - but any foul-smelling creature will do that seems to be against the Sign-carriers of my Prophecy and still quite around the edges.
I don't care about the simple Two-Legged ones not reeking like a maggot-ridden carcass; I'll probably run past them. My plan is to be as fast as I can, to attack with enraged bites as long as I can use the advantage of surprise; trying to flee will come after that.*

- 2 rage

-Attack #1 (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 10, 1, 5, 7, 4 (Total = 31)

-Damage #1, aggravated

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 5, 9, 8, 1 (Total = 30)

+ the forgotten ones...

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 7, 1 (Total = 9)

- Attack #2 (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 1, 7, 6, 10, 6 (Total = 39)

- Damage #2, aggravated

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 2, 6, 7, 5, 2, 8, 5 (Total = 44)

+ - again - the forgotten ones

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 10 (Total = 11)

- Attack #3 (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 10, 6, 10, 1, 8 (Total = 44)

Dobás:

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

- Damage #3, aggravated

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 2, 3, 5, 8, 4, 6, 1, 1, 3 (Total = 43)

...


//Sablepaw’s Hispo description (as presented to our "beloved" Leeches)//
Although the carriers of the Black Cross won't see much of the "new arrival" at this point as they're probably focusing on fighting they'll certainly catch the sight of the giant, frightening animal charging against their attackers and burying its teeth into some hideous Cainites only to cause massive damage to the Crusaders' enemy - all this in the blink of an eye. But later on they'll surely see more of the "uninvited help"... and this is what they're going to percieve:

This massive and terrifying beast is certainly some sort of wolf but it’s almost about the size of a bear only much leaner, probably built for agility rather than raw strength but it’s more than capable of the latter as well. It’s basically several hundred pounds of muscle, thick bones and pure, ravaging fury. Its build is not of normal wolves but something way more primeval. With its massive jaws and almost sabre-like fangs it’s surely able to tear off the head of a human, a ghoul or maybe even a younger Cainite with quite an ease in the blink of an eye.
Its fur is very thick and long, clearly adopted for winter or possibly for much colder climates, having dense gray undercoat with wild russet and gray guard furs growing paler at its belly, chest and muzzle. Its powerful legs end in massive paws covered in short, sleek and silky black fur similar to the shiny summer pelt of sables but the bear-sized claws perhaps draw more attention. Having this giant and unusual build and long fur it’s impossible to determine its sex or age.
An old, deep, yet still blood-red scar tissue is clearly visible on its left shoulder shaping three parallel marks, possibly from the talons of a beast even more horrible than the one you’re looking at.
Its yellow eyes are perhaps the most distressing with an eerie glow lurking in them, similar to the menacing willow-the-wisps floating above marshlands and all this accompanied by its completely alien and inhumane yet disturbingly intelligent and overwhelmingly charismatic gaze. What’s more baffling is the fact that its form seems blurry and otherworldly, almost transparent for momentary glimpses so it might even be a phantom beast or an apparition but its prominent wolf-musk indicates it’s very real.
It also radiates something even more dreadful – something so ancient, so primal and fearsome that Cainites who kept their human side can instinctively feel something disconcerting by its mere presence; the hardened old ghouls who are prepared fighting monsters might find the being extremely distressing and the younger and not too experienced ghouls might even have to struggle not to fall into sheer panic by its vicinity - and it’s not simply caused by the intimidating sight of the beast itself; it’s something deeply unconscious in the minds or the very souls of the ghouls.
On the contrary, those Cainites following the Road of the Beast may even find the Giant wolf-beast impressive or interesting in their own ways – it’s a perfect example of an ancient, pure predator after all.
Apart from the fact it’s clearly something dangerous, it could be considered “beautiful” if the Cainites who are looking at it appreciate mighty and ancient beasts or simply rare and impressive pelts.
The only item the beast carries can only be spotted by the most perceptive ones; it’s a crude, primitive necklace with seven human teeth but it’s almost completely covered by its long mane.

Of course, Albrecht will notice the "Beast" is a Garou in Hispo form, a young adult bitch - barely past cubhood. He'll also realize the talon-made scar as the infamous Glyph of the Red Talon Tribe - and if he's experienced he can also tell it's not caused by the claws of a Garou but by a huge Bird of Prey - possibly a spirit, probably Griffin himself. Albrecht will also notice that the young Red Talon is unusually close to the Umbra and the Spirits, almost looking like one - something quite rare even amongst the wolf-borns as well and this explains the strange blurry, ghostlike effects she makes.
But what's much, much more interesting is the astonishingly old and noble bloodline she comes from. It's not just a mere resemblance to her greatest tribal heroes of the past. She's the raw embodiment of the most primal and fearsome Great Wolves and it seems like she's just emerged from the cruelest days of Impergium - or even from times before. This beast is simply the living, walking and breathing memory of the Ancient Ones in their purest form, probably from the times before the Tribes of the Garou became divided; one of the oldest - if not the oldest - bloodline now under the patronage of Griffin, never, ever "tainted" by human-blood.
This sort of strong heritage is a rare gem and extremely treasured amongst Falcon's Tribe, always indicating the birth of a legend or a hero as Albrecht may realize.
//Pure Breed: 5//

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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 (Kedd. Okt. 02, 2012 10:03 pm), összesen 1 alkalommal

[RedDrake]

*As mounting the horses, Albrecht removes his hood. One can immediately tell that he surely comes from an ancient royal family, a highborn noble to the boot with a true charismatic face emanating both determination and calmness. His dark green eyes, blonde hair and carefully shaved face complete it. He is tall, good-looking man, apparently in his early thirties. But the strangest thing is that his skin is far from being pale. It looks as healthy and alive as a normal person would look.

He’s wearing richly crafted full plate armor, almost looking like silver, but it’s clearly made from steel. The shoulder plates look like wings of a bird. It’s obviously a masterwork of a great smith. A huge two-handed sword, forged by the same smith is fixed to his back. Unlikely to other swords of this size, this has leather, wide-“hilt” probably protecting the noble steel from the weather.
He is riding an armored huge black ghoul horse, well-plated but the horse’s armor is far more common than Albrecht’s. Apart from that only a small sac is on the horse, behind the saddle.

As concerning the scents Albrecht is a paradox. There is no body scent, nor sweating, no scent for emotions. But besides that a sensitive nose can easily catch the musk of his horse, the smell of the earth from not too far in this boots, the exotic smell of weapon oil protecting his blade. The faint smell of foreign earth, plants, and soot from his long travel. And finally, a very strange scent, almost the smell of blood but not exactly blood; from Albrecht a garou can smell the odor of a bloody battlefield. *

*I can’t help being a bit curious who else will accompany me. The second “volunteer” is quite interesting *
<Ambition. No surprise.>

*A turn my head a little to see Sophia’s face.*
<Confident as ever. Now at least one more Ventrue has to be selected.>

*The possible third member surprises me a little, a rare moment.*
<Maybe he got bored in the long road.>

*I did not expect him to join. Neither Friderich and his company.*
<You all are too late>

*But I must admit Thiardward answered perfectly, the undying beauty will remain silent beauty for a while. It seems our troupe is ready. I nod to the Komtur to the orders. We’ll the opportunity to see what’s this beautiful lady is capable of. *
<Strong escort, it’s bold.>

*I’d continue to analyze the situation but the wolf’s howling stops me doing that. I immediately try to understand its meaning. If it’s not just wolf howling but the language of garou, a small part of me wants to hear, even speak that language again. I’ll listen for any other howls as we depart. *
<The stars are shining so bright tonight.>

*A beautiful night in the cold winter, it’s nearly a perfect scenery. This night I greet the Moon Goddess silently.*

<What?>

*Despite murmuring silently an old prayer there is no way I'd not recognize the howls*
<It is... Greeting the Moon-Goddess.>

*At least one Garou should be near-by, in worst case an entire pack. If they come for hunting the "leeches" we'd be in serious disadvantage. I sharpen my senses and try to look and listen for small details that may give away their presence.

But it not they who arrive first. I stop my horse right away.
While analyzing the situation, I get my blade to my hand. Luckily the ghouls are quite formidable, they know their job well. I smile a bit, the thrill of a battle still fills me with excitement.
As I see the situation, we must deal with this first group as fast as possible. I dismount and strengthen the formation. I let my sword bathe in the spilled blood of the first creature attacking me or be in my vicinity.*
<Well, it seems that some creatures of the Wyrm will be hunted down!>

3 blood point spent, 1 for stamina, 2 for dexterity
Init roll 10 (Spirit of the fray) + 9 (dex+wits) + 1d10

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9

Total: 28

2 attacks for this round (if able) (split normally -2/-3)

Attack1:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 10, 3, 6, 4, 2, 3, 9, 3, 2 (Total = 52)

10s again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 9 (Total = 11)

Success(es): 5
Damage: 7 + 4 (+4 Automatic (potence)) Lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 3, 6, 9, 7, 8, 7, 5, 4, 6, 1 (Total = 66)

Damage: 11 lethal

Attack2:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 9, 5, 8, 8, 5, 1, 10, 5 (Total = 56)

Success(es): 3
Damage: 7 + 2 (+4 Automatic (potence)) Lethal

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 1, 2, 7, 7, 4, 4, 10, 6 (Total = 43)

Damage: 8 lethal


*I can only spare some glimpes on the other sides of the battle field, but what I see is really surprises me, though my face expression does not change*
<A memento of the ancient past! Has time started walking backwards in this journey? Griffin's pure blood, that bloody totem does not deserve this purity! That business has Red Talon here in the territory of the traitors? Where are the packmates? Were they chasing these tainted creatures right to us?
We could be in grave danger. I need time to think.>
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"Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust.
From ashes you've come
And to ash you'll return!
AMEN!"
(Angel Dust Andersen)

Legutóbb RedDrake szerkesztette (Csüt. Szept. 27, 2012 8:44 pm), összesen 2 alkalommal