Buda & Pest

[Freiherr von Rosen]

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

*The entourage of this "Anselm" is fairly easy to count, since it spread out during the chase and even more so when the conversation began. They might be around two dozen or so, about two-thirds of them possessing the smell of living human beings. In addition, to his other side are seven horse archers, only one of whom is a Leech.
The fact that White Raven's Crinos produces perfect, not only comprehensible, but sophisticated human speech from that dreadful mouth certainly takes many by surprise. Some of the more social vampires go as far as gasping, and many of them trot closer - carefully - to inspect this historical occasion better.*

-/Ger/ First of all, allow me to thank you for aiding my comrades in battle. It was you and your companion, if we're not mistaken.

*Their leader, the Arch-Leech, the Sign-Bearer, the "Ventrue", on the other hand, behaves as if it were perfectly natural for vampire and werewolf to come together for a casual lil' night of chatter and pleasantries. His tone is firm, determined and possessing of a strange mixture of pride and humility.*

-/Ger/ What do you know of the attack and its perpetrators?

*Meanwhile, a distant, but ever welcome voice rings into Albrecht's mind. His dear friend, his loyal companion. L'Argent.*

<There is another one... on the Other Side. A grey she-wolf bearing the Mark of Griffin... strong in the spirit... baring her eyes and her ears... listening... ever listening...>
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[Inu]

*I curse the invisible riders in myself. However I stand still and won't move a muscle. I'm not that stupid to act aggressive.*
<So those hiding leeches spotted us. And we couldn't hear those horses nor smell their scents or find their traces... This would have made the whole sneaking more complicated if not impossible. But why wouldn't they kill me? With this army they could kill us both and I'm sure they know it. What they don't know is how many Garou might lurk around in the spirit world... This might be my only chance. The other option that he wants answers BEFORE he kills me. This means that he knows a few things about us. For example that we are not mindless beasts.>
*I take my time to be able to "talk" before I answer. During this time I look around to estimate the numbers of the surrounding leeches and servants. My raspy voice sounds like a deep growl filled with pride and strength.*

-/Ger/ I am White Raven...
<...and you don't need to know anything else about me.>
-/Ger/ With what answers might a savage wolf of the forest serve to the knights of the Black Cross?

[Freiherr von Rosen]

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

*The clock is ticking. Every second matters. For Sablepaw, it is a routine exercise. She's done it a thousand times. She slips through in an eye's blink. But White Raven... he's stressed, annoyed, agitated. His mind rebels at the very thought of his plans of subtlety failing to reap their fruits. He was detected, and now, he must flee. Again.
He lunges his spirit against the Gauntlet, it really isn't all that powerful here, and it goes well, but... but... it fails.
He almost did it. He almost broke through.
But an "almost" does not bring victory.
By the time he'd succeed, it'd be too late. He turns to face the Leeches as a proud Crinos.*

*****

*The Komtur took a sharp turn. Perhaps he's made out the "prey"? It'd be very fortunate to see in the darkness as clearly as he and a couple of others do now. At any rate, the crusaders leave the road, heading towards the undergrowth. The pagan riders also turn visible now, already moving into a skilled flanking maneuver. There will be no escape for these w-...
...wolves.
A huge, pitch-black monstrousity rises from one of the bushes, two and a half meters of ripping muscle, giant fangs and deadly claws. This is the well-known and well-dreaded war form of the Lupines, the Oldest-of-All, and its ascension immediately panics the non-ghouled horses of the mortal servitors in the back ranks. Only with time and effort are they calmed enough to be silent and obedient again. The other Kindred instinctually reach for their weapons.
But Anselm is not bothered in the least. He stops his horse just a few arms' distance away, which in itself is an avatar of war, a massive, majestic white steed larger and more powerful than any other White Raven has seen so far. It is also aromoured with metal plates and a white horse tabard.
The rider is a Teutonic giant with relatively short, orderly blond hair and the demonic red eyes of pretty much any Leech who wishes to see well in the darkness in which they dwell. His face and his entire countenance radiates command; if he were a Garou, he might very well possess some prestigious Pure Breed - or heritage among the hated Silver Fangs. He, and many in his company wear a simple white tabard with the same symbol on it as the one on their flag: a black cross. At night, they could very well be mistaken for the Knights of the Temple of Solomon.*

-/Ger/ Hold!

*His firm tone and his raised, armoured hand could be addressed to both the Lupine and the Kindred behind him. Nevertheless, he keeps his eyes on White Raven, but not before scanning their surroundings for the purported second werewolf.
Seeing that the Shadow Lord pauses with no signs of aggression, he continues.*

-/Ger/ I am Anselm von Heidenauer of Clan Ventrue on the mandate of the Black Cross. I wish you no harm. All I seek are answers.

*Silence sets in. Silence, broken only by the hooves of the Gangrel Csongor's horse as he too slowly approaches White Raven. Another Leech with glowing red eyes and a colossal war steed. Wearing an outfit that most resembles that of his ancestors from three hundred years ago, and a large bow in his hands, he appears as if he was barely paying attention at all, sniffing into the air instead like a blood hound.
To Sablepaw's great relief, there is nothing out of the ordinary on the Other Side now, except for the fact that White Raven... isn't there. After she gazes through, she can clearly see everything, she can see the Empty Ones, she can see they are looking for her... but they seem to have no idea where she is.*
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[Inu]

-/Gar/ Mark? What mark?

*Unfortunately we don't have time for the answer. We managed to hide in time. Or at least I thought so. But the horsemen simply turned on us. They left us no other choice but to leave to the spirit world. I blink sideways to Sablepaw. She has already left.*

<Why am I surprised? She is the Theurge after all...>

*I tense my muscles to jump through the gauntlet to the spiritworld.*

<Don't worry my dear knights, we'll meet again.>

Gnosis

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 4d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 4, 6, 7 (Total = 21)

*It is much harder and slower than I thought. The leeches are quite far but they are riding fast. I won't make it in time...*

<Death or diplomacy. Well, as Sablepaw said sooner or later we have to reveal ourselves... But I need a chance to escape...>

*I change to Crinos... Actually I TRY to change to crinos...*

Stamina+Primal Urge

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 5d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 9, 2, 10, 3 (Total = 30)

Dobás:

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

*At least I can wait them in my majestic Crinos from, with Sword of Silence in hand. The great wolf-beast stands up from four legs to two legs. I stand proud but also ready to escape.*

<Why am I always getting in such trouble recently?>

*The last thing I need is to change my throat to be able to talk. If we get that far at all...*

[Sablepaw]

*I immediately realize the huge Empty One with the red glowing eyes from the Prophecy... and it is fast! But there's no use of hiding... They are slowing down as they come closer...*

<Maybe they are looking for us! But I can't tell why! They smell Empty, no emotion-scents!>

*And even though I lack the immediate vicinity of a shiny ice-sheet or a pool of water I signal my intention to White Raven without a sound, that I'm about to cross the barriers to the Spirit Wilderness - but it's still his decision whether to stay and communicate with them or to flee with me; it's him who has the chance of speaking or even figuring out what the Leeches want. I can only hope they can't follow me to the Spirit-Wilderness - Twolegs can't cross but these things are no ordinary Twolegs... they're far from it. Crossing the barriers usually takes time but I hope I'll vanish from their sight before they could spot me...*

Gnosis

Dobás:

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

10s again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 10 (Total = 18)

10 again

Dobás:

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

10 again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4

*And the Spirit-like Garou I am I don't even need to stare into a reflection; I cross the Threshold in less then a heartbeat becoming one with the Lands of Spirits probably before those red eyes could screen my hiding spot... and I start sniffing for the scents here hoping no nasty Foe-Spirit has followed the Sign Bearers. Only if I feel it's safe around here will I peek though the Barriers sending my hearing with my sight and smell back to the Earthly Lands, rousing Owl-In-Teeth to understand the Empty Ones.. especially the Leader...*
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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: Albrecht von Wulfhard, Ernst Hirschler, Sablepaw, Sophia d'Auxerre, White Raven.

*The Komtur is patiently listening to all three opinions, nodding at each of them, though he appears quite emotionless still. A strange thing, considering the depth and volume of all these recent happenings. Perhaps his mind is set already?
In a bright flash, the eyes of Anselm von Heidenauer turn as red as blood.*

-/Ger/ Thank you.

*A single word of gratitude uttered and he spurs his horse forward, the column following by instinct. He then turns to the horse archer, replying in a firm tone.*

-/Ger/ Hold your fire. I want to talk to them.

*A surprised response flies in from the darkness.*

-/Ger/ "Talk"?!

-/Ger/ Yes, talk.

*In a few moments, the canter accelerates into a full gallop, and the Komtur signals for the formation to widen into a crescent shape. Soon enough, the field of battle is within sight... but the wolves aren't.*

*****

*The riders are coming, and they seem to be spreading out somewhat and increasing their speed. This road is in the middle of nothing, a wheat field on one side and dozens of leaps of "cleared" forest on the other, before they could reach the trees. Hoping for the best, White Raven shoves Sablepaw towards the nearest patches of undergrowth, where perhaps they won't be detected by the inferior sights and smelling of the undead.
They're wrong.
The cavalry charge turns into their direction, headed by what appears to be the outlines of a large mounted knight. His glowing red eyes are the things most visible about him, something unmistakably confirming his inhuman nature. What's worse, a next group of horsemen appears from the side, cutting off another escape route. The only consolidation is that no weapons appear to be drawn and that the charge begins to slow down.
Very soon now, they're set to reach the vegetation they're hiding in. The Umbra becomes more and more inviting...*
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[Sophia d'Auxerre]

*The cry runs out as a command and instantly there is a far more noticeable rush among the ghouls as preparations are done as swiftly and as carefully as possible.

Sophia watches Anselm a moment before looking to the carts. There really is no preferential way to deal with this situation. Subtler and more time consuming methods would have been better in her opinion but then time gifts the enemy power.

Like Albrecht, she tends to her own refreshments first. Changing blood soaked clothing within her cart (Which, due to thought before hand, doesn't take long) and replenishing with aid from her loyal servants. Though it does take a sharp command to silence Fiona who's questions barely have a breath between them.

It doesn't take long for her to join the growing crowd, readying themselves to march out.

Sophia spends the time thinking through how this may play out. The situations to come and the outcomes. As requested she rides up front and unwilling to let her thoughts distract her from a returning attack, she keeps focused on the surroundings.

Shadows among the winter bare trees can play trickery on the nervous eyes of the group, attackers and beasts could be seen in the shape of the trees if they don't look closely enough.
Of course the winter wind does nothing to settle the minds as it sounds through the trees...

Time passes swiftly and they reach the field where blood and clothing still linger within the now slushed snow. With the lack of untouched white snow, the darkness is that much thicker now that they return, the night deturmined to cloak what has happened earlier it seems.

As the horseman returns to them, the words cause Sophia to look the way he's come from. *

[Dronaw]

<Oh, how mindless! March forward without considering anything else! Such a silly way of a warrior!>

*But I cannot do anything else, they even brush aside Sophia and Albrecht said nothing about this. I tell my ghouls what happened on our trip and now what's next. When Anselm ask us to go with him, I ride next to him.*

<Sure, be in the first line... I'm not a warrior! But I won't be a cannon-fodder!>

*After a ride we get the information about the werewolves.*

<They could be the same ones who fought with us or anything else. But as my Sire said: "The only good werewolf is a dead werewolf!">

*I answer after Albrecht.*

- /Ger/ I'm not sure whether they are the same or not but I'm sure that if those Godless creatures are dead they won't cause any trouble! They should kill them before they disappear and return with a pack.
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Sunny Black

[RedDrake]

*God wills it. Nothing less expected from the Komtur. A glorious “entrée” ; no politics, no trickery, just sheer might. That’s the way of the warrior! I turn to my own men.*

/Ger/ - Make haste with the preparations!

*They know what I want in this situation, refreshments and a little time spent undisturbed inside my cart. There I meditate for some minutes and after that I clear my throat and quietly whisper in the air, using the gifted language of the spirits, calling gently my ever-loyal companion*

/Spi/ - L’argent, my loyal friend, I need your assistance. From now on, my old race will cross my path. I expect them to spy on me from your realm. Please, be my eyes in your beautiful world, and alert me when they appear. I expect a young Red Talon female, little more than a cub, but gifted with the purity of the ancient ones, and fanatical in her devotion to a prophecy and a male, from the tribe of the traitors called White Raven. They cannot evade your sharp eyes, and they seem to have a rather interesting agenda.

*After his answer I leave my cart and get on my horse. I leave my troops here with a simple order: “Survive and fight if needed!” but of course, they do know what to do. I ride to the front, next to Anselm, prepared to fight with anything. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. This truly is a special night.*

<Now I’ll see whether a gangrel can beat a wolf in his own game: scents and tracking>

*We don’t have to ride too much the get the answer: he can beat the wolves.*

<How can they be so greenhorns? What are they doing there?>

*I’m really surprised. One thing is that they didn’t notice the kindred but the fact that they’re still lurking near to the battlefield is inexplicable. I was expecting that question, kill them or why not kill them? My answer is quick:*

/Ger/ - They are the ones we’ve already met. I don’t think they pose any threat to us right now.
*In a weird way they helped us.*
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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)

[Sablepaw]

*I listen to the answers of White Raven and he can clearly feel my disappointment. I can understand what he means; I can understand that I risked my life and therefore the Prophecy by running blindly into the fray and all this makes me angrier.*

<Those creatures would probably have killed that thing and I could have watched it from afar. But I felt it must be done. I don't regret it! We survived, after all! The Sign survived!>

*When my companion mentions the "weakness" - the instinct that comes from the sacred Wolf-blood that even he carries my anger rouses further just as he expects it and I'm about to snarl at him... when the world fades away to let the visions flood my mind.
New visions of the Prophecy...*

<The Leader of the Empty Ones... it bears the Sign... the Sign of the White-Foe but also the Sign of Griffin!>

...

*When the overwhelming images go away I'm disorientated for a while, I can't understand why White Raven licks my muzzle now or how we got off the path... but it doesn't take much time to realize the Empty Ones are coming...*

<The whole Pack...>

- /Gar/ The Leader... it bears the Mark!

*I try to keep my growl as silent as I can and hide in the undergrowth and behind the trees just like White Raven although the forthcoming pack makes a terribly loud noise so they won't hear us - for now...*

- /Gar/ We can't hide forever. The Leader will look into our eyes. We can and probably should flee to the Spirit Wilderness... but sooner or later you'll have to reveal yourself...

*Cryptic and serious as always, I can't explain what I've just seen - it doesn't make sense. But I'm to carry and not to interpret Prophecies... so if White Raven decides it's time to go to the Spirit-Wilderness, I'll definitely follow. Carriers of the Sign are still some kinds of Twolegs and I'm still their Enemy. I have no reason to believe they wouldn't slay us... and I know they're capable to do it*

<White Raven can take a shape that's akin to theirs. He can speak their tongue. I can't. I can't explain it to the Empty Ones... I can't reveal myself. They are extremely important but I must not be seen... not yet...>
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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]

-/Gar/ I know it's hard to let such a creature go. It is our nature to kill them. But think. Those Cross-bearers might have also killed most of them and we could have hunted down the survivers. You are too precious to die like this. You know we have our... visions to follow.

<Its not your fault. The rage is in all of us. Even I can't control it sometimes. But how should I teach you to control it? I've never taught anyone to anything. I guess I'm a terrible teacher.>

*I'm walking beside her and thinking about the eye contact. And no matter how much I think about it I can't find a way to bear the "submission" easier. I also look into the eyes of my enemies, it is an instinct. And against vampires it is also a weakness they exploit.*

-/Gar/ It's hard to avoid the eye contact with our rivals and enemies. But remember, this is what they try to exploit. If they can't win through sheer strength, they will use our weaknesses. And few of our instincts might turn out weaknesses this time.

<Such hypocritical sentences. To tell a wolf-born to ignore thir instincts... I know she will be angry. But how should I express myself? She will need a real preceptor.>

-/Gar/ Don't get me wrong...

*The horsemen appear and approach with formidable speed.*

-/Gar/ Sablepaw!...

*She is frozen. She gazes into nothing.*

<Not now! We have to hide! What should I do?>

*I lick her muzzle and her eye of course. This would wake me up for sure. Then I spring to her, forcing her towards bushes, rocks or anything that can cover us. I even bite her neck if I need to and pull her to a hiding place.*

<If I can see them they might also see us.>

-/Gar/ Sablepaw! If we can't hide, we need to retreat to the spirit world!

[Freiherr von Rosen]

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

-/Ger/ All of existence is a risk. We will take this one and triumph, whatever the odds. God wills it.

-DEUS VULT!

*Echo the ghouls around Anselm his words in Latin, both his personal entourage and the combat-hardened survivors of the last battle. More militant Kindred also join in on the war chanting, while the Toreador, the Cappadochian and the Roman Ventrue tactically hide their opinions and busy themselves with the preparations.
As usual, the Gangrel is nowhere to be seen.*

-/Ger/ I’ll stay here and protect the camp.

*Adds Lucretia, to which Anselm only replies through a single nod. These two rarely seem to disagree. Leadership is strong and solid, for now at least.
Within ten minutes, everything is prepared, and the formidable force of twelve Kindred and roughly twice the number in ghouls, the finest servitors of the vanguard assemble into a mighty wedge formation, headed by the Komtur himself. While riding to the "arrow’s head”, he gestures to the trio who brought the dire news.*

-/Ger/ Come, my friends, ride with me at the front.

*As they rumble forward, Csongor too appears out of the darkness, only to disappear again with his ghostly riders. He probably merely wanted to show he’s actually coming along and acting as the vanguard of the vanguard. The wind carries freezing air into the faces of the riders now. The horses are more excited than usual, as if they’d feel the approaching conflict. But Anselm, the steel-faced leader remains unflinching in his determination.*

*****

*When the wolves finally reach the field of battle again, they find it exactly the way they left it; except no one’s alive and/or moving anymore. No sign of the Sign-bearers can be found either, only their attackers remain, already frozen into the snow, thankfully reducing the stench they’d otherwise begin to emit.
Nothing of note can be seen, heard, or smelled, other than the scents of "civilization" coming from the nearby towns. Smoke, mostly. These humans always have to burn something... lacking fur in the winter is an ungrateful thing.
Plenty of time to talk and discuss the future in peace.
But suddenly, without any warning, the Sign blasts into Sablepaw's mind, like Helios' shape after staring into him for too long and closing one's eyes. She feels it. It is here once again... it is coming... The vision clarifies as her inner senses slowly attune to it. She sees a large group of horsemen, led by a single, male twoleg at its front. Behind it is the Sign on a huge stick. It's particularly large and strong, no doubt a warrior, clad in the fake, hardened fur of stone twoleg warriors wear to protect their hide. It stops its horse before her and stops the rest of its pack as well. It stares down right into her eyes, and when she inspects its face more closely, she can see the triple claw mark of Griffin. Around it is a strange, glowing aura of sanctity Sablepaw has only ever seen and felt around the weird human places of worship. It has no scent other than cold steel and the blood of its enemies. It is one of the walking dead. It is the leader of the Sign-bearers. It is an instrument of Griffin.
For White Raven, the suddenly stunned cub is only one of two strange and alarming things. Not long after Sablepaw is occupied by some strange internal factor, the Homid, naturally used to rely more on his eyesight and hearing, suddenly makes out the outline of something rapidly approaching on the road.
Horsemen... they are downwind, so he couldn't smell them...
And by Grandfather, there's an army of them!*

*****

*It doesn't take long for the Black Cross to reach the section of the field that gave place to the battle less than an hour ago. Although it's still pitch-dark with only the stars providing some illumination, several Kindred activate their various means for night vision.
Without any previous notice, one of the Magyar horsemen bursts out of the shadows, riding near Anselm, barking a short report in a thick accent.*

-/Ger/ Csongor say there two wolves. Forward. On road, among corpses. One large and grey. Very long fur. Other even larger, black as night. Your orders. Should we kill?

*The Komtur slows down a bit, and so does the whole column. His face hardens into a frown and, pondering, he glances back, looking into the eyes of both Sophia, Ernst and Albrecht, with a questioning expression. Whether he wishes for a confirmation of what they've seen, or advice on what to do is still a mystery...*

Ambience
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[Sophia d'Auxerre]

*Sophia remains silent for the rest of the journey back, like the others, she is wrapped up in her own thoughts. Whispers of the Crusade would not have gone unnoticed in the neighbouring lands, so Vencil would have had more than enough time to plan the ambush.

But it was sloppy. There were many of them, yes, but no doubt to make up for their sheer lack of skill. Tumbling into battle and seeing what their swords and claws could hit, it was hardly masterfully planned.
Whether that speaks for Vencil's "skill" or his lack of knowledge of the attack is all a guess at this moment in time.

There was of course the wolf-beasts. If this was their land then it's likely they're still being watched at this moment, but why not attack? Perhaps they were passing through this territory?

There were many questions already for what should have been a simple night of travel.


Upon returning, Sophia gestures that she is fine to her ghouls and chooses to remain silent for the report of the attack. Hushed gasps and whispers can be heard from near the fire with regards to the news. The camp imediatly takes on a busy presence as horses, weapons and armour are prepared. *

-/Ger/ And how is that done? There is the whole possibility that the stragglers have gone back to gather more in preperation for our arrival. There is also the possibility that should we march, ready against them, that Vencil knows nothing.

*Sophia sighs with a concentrated small frown upon her features.*

-/Ger/ There is not a way this will not end without blades being drawn I think. Unless, like Ernst suggests, more subtler methods are used. But that is a danger.

[Sablepaw]

*I follow a crooked pattern when tracking the scents - they are on the clear flat path but I try to stay amongst the trees only straying away from the forested regions when the flattened path must be checked more thoroughly. And of course I listen to the Shadow Lord as well...*

<Unnoticed. Right. I wish I could.>

*The images of the Prophecy come into my mind - I saw myself following them - lots of them - but it wasn't exactly sneaking. But terrible things happened when the one with a spider in its snout looked down at me...*

<Maybe it's a warning. It definitely is. But he thinks... he thinks I attacked because I was concerned about some Empty Twoleg Abominations?!>

- /Gar/ Not our concern? Have you seen the wolf-like I ripped apart? The one who dared to mock my kin?! But you're right. If three "Leeches" are so powerful, the whole pack... they'll do all the slaughter as long as they're needed for it and able to carry the Sign. And we'll just follow them. Unnoticed as long as we can. But prepare for the possibility that we... can't stay unnoticed all way long.

*My anger can clearly be felt when I mention the freak who wore my kin's pelt but my voice and gaze become cryptic and dreaded when I mention the worst possibility - White Raven can probably guess the visions flooded back to me. I shake my head and fur and start following the scent-trail again more quickly this time... and listen to what he has to say about Leeches. But the more he says the more confused I become...*

<Vampires? Leeches maybe. Names, names... but they control the ones who gaze into their eyes?!>

- /Gar/ You're right. I must never be seen by them.

*My posture indicates I'm annoyed by something he said... for a while I remain silent. And it's clearly not the fact that he learned those things from "she" - who must be the Raven-freak I suppose - that makes me nervous. After a while I speak again...*

- /Gar/ I can't submit to Foe-things, ever. But you tell me if I don't, they will control my mind. I must not be seen. After the fake-Lune... *I spit its name in the uttermost disdain*
- /Gar/... I won't believe anything a Foe-thing says. But I must not be seen.

<Pure Spirits, hide my eyes, hide my body, hide my visage when the time comes...>
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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 don't waste my time tracking, I trust in Sablepaw's tracking skills. Her senses must be sharper than mine. Instead, I try to think of our possibilities. We don't really have too many of them. Revealing ourselves is suicide but we have to make sure they survive. Our only option is to follow them from distance or from the spirit world and only interfere when they are in "mortal" danger. This is the part where the plan shows some weak points.*

<How should I make Sablepaw understand to stay out of trouble? She will attack again and again everything that's... Foe. I have to try to teach her to calm down. There is no other way.>

-/Gar/ Yes. We have to follow them unnoticed. And please! I beg you: don't ever charge again that way. We only need to keep them "alive". Their fight isn't our concern.

<... until we find the torturer of Dances-With-Winds. It is my concern...>

*I take a little break to collect what she needs to know. There are lots of things, but I need a short version. And a simple one.*

-/Gar/ As for the vampires... Don't look into their eyes! They can control your mind somehow. Most of them are quite easy to kill but they will try manipulate you. Never believe them. These vampires however... acted like knights and they were good fighters. They are different from those I mostly met. Usually we just need to stay out of plain sight and hide our traces. Just as any other Twolegs, they depend on their sight only. Although there are vampires with keen smell...

*I close up to Sablepaw. I try to behave as natural as I can. No sadness.*

<She promised she will be nearby. We'll meet again soon.>

-/Gar/ SHE taught me that there are always exceptions. We have to be as careful as we can.