Buda & Pest

[Sablepaw]

*Now that I sniff and look around and listen to the angry voices demanding the blood and life of my companion and me I start worrying myself...*

<The Black Wolf is part of the Prophecy and is an important part! He can ruin everything! I suppose he thinks I'm the one who ruined everything because I don't care about his Twoleg-ways. But the Prophecy wasn't about stalking after the Leech-pack unseen; it was about running with them!>

*I decide I must help so I rush close to the Shadow Lord, willing to protect him but I'm helpless - I mustn't attack the guardians of the Sign but I mustn't let them slay us which is impossible since they can't understand me and fleeing is not an option and it would lead to our deaths for sure. But all my trust is in Griffin. And just as Griffin's will demands it, the one I saw as marked by him - but he's in fact marked by the Black Sign and that's what I meant when I told him he is - stops the furious yet still empty scented pack with a single shout. Just like anyone else I also freeze, not breaking the silence following the fading echoes of the command.*

<He is very powerful! Just as he sounded in the visions, he could slay with his voice alone! But he'll be powerless if the truth remains hidden or if he lets his foolish Leech-pack slay us!>

*Glancing at the one getting closer and even at the one examining the clawmarks I made my gaze drifts back to White Raven as I realize that the Chosen One wants him to do the same thing I asked him to do. I can also realize he's in a desperate situation, even worse than me but I know it's not my fault.*

<They would have killed you if I hadn't appeared anyway!>

*When the Chosen One finishes his demands I speak to my companion, now in a less threatening manner... but he can sense the deep grimness creeping into my gaze.*

- /Gar/ White Raven... I'll repeat the words and you shall say them in their tongue. Please, for the sake of everything Sacred, for the sake of our Kind! I have to endure being plagued by the visions but you have to become the voice of the Prophecy! Trust me, trust the Wisdom of the Ancient Ones!

*I'm becoming desperate - I carry the wisdom of the Ancient Spirits, I have what is needed for the Quest and all Prophecies to be fulfilled yet I have no ability to share it. I look at the Chosen One once again with the same cryptic gaze I approached him with. I trod to him again and I repeat everything I said, every sound, every motion, every scent in the exact same way; only instead of clawing the signs into the snow I merely point at them with my black furred paw which earned me my name and I keep longer pauses to give the Shadow Lord enough time to translate what I have to say if he's willing to do what must be done.

Although I'm not of the Howling Moon, Eyes-of-Fire was, and when it comes to Prophecies I'm good at remembering - or more like reliving even the smallest details. From the point when I addressed the Chosen One to the part when I finished my introduction with my tormenting ability, everything is said and showed again precisely like before; quite an eerie and uneasy sight to behold.*
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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

[RedDrake]

*Well, he left out some important part as expected. It was only altered a little. I believe it was really hard to twist it that little. I nearly begin to guess how the others would react when Sablepaw strikes again. This time it’s real hard for me not to smile. I even think of laughing for a moment. I haven’t laugh since my embrace.*

<Holy Moon-Goddess! Tell me if I’m dreaming. This cannot be true, they’re soooo greenhorn and we were cautious enough to expect a well-organized pack.>

*I’m quite sure nobody watches my face now, so a spark of joy runs through it.

<Well-well White Raven, how does it feel to be ordered for full honesty?>

*Two garou quarreling in front of a group of elite kindred vanguards. No ragabash could’ve ever thought that up. I’m speechless and resisting my urge to smile openly. There are small things on these blessed lands that can make me forget my curse for a fleeting moment.*

<Thank you, Griffin’s young theurge.>

*Let’s see if our prodigal shadow lord will obey this time? But my joy was only temporary, as excepted.*

<Back to the old killing ways>

* The team is preparing to strike and I’m in their back. I have to admit it’s a golden opportunity to get rid of the pesky Brujah. But I’m not like that. So although I’m reluctant to do it, this is the perfect time to stop this charge.*

<I need time.>

*Yet again, my intervention is not needed the Komtur himself saves the day. I pause for a moment to because of his strict order. I don’t envy him for commanding this group.
As I thought we are far from being an organized group, miles away from being a pack. We need to stop acting randomly as our arrogant kindred do. Order reigns. Neither the kindred nor the garou are to be proud of here.
I slowly ride closer to Anselm. Not threating anybody just to be near if something should happen. Our Shadowlord cornered himself into a grim position.*

<I’ll verify her words>

*So I listen and watch both the garou and the other kindred. My good mood was killed. It’s a heavy burden not doing anything, but my true identity must be kept hidden for now.*
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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)

[Freiherr von Rosen]

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

*All hell is set loose by this crucial, historical even, turn of events. Three arrows are fired from amongst the retinue of the Gangrel Csongor, and three arrows miss, hitting the bare snow while leaving the Lupine apparition unscathed. The vampire snarls angrily and readies his own massive bow, but for some reason, he does not shoot.
The other side of the vanguard is even more chaotic. The more social and less armoured Kindred instinctually pull back a bit, not that they can count on their ghouls to serve as living shield, for many of them fly into a panic, or just freeze in terror and awe.
Even the more militant Cainites simply stare at this otherwordly sight in utter disbelief, clutching their weapons, but the clearly supernatural aura radiating from the Moon-Beast holds their hands back for now.
And yet still, Anselm retains perfect control. His brows darken into a frown as he watches the second Lupine, now found, trot out of the woods right before him. As it growls and snarls and howls, drawing its strange symbols into the snow, this atmosphere of delirium only increases in magnitude. Despite this, the hooded Bulgarus edges closer, ever the scholar, eyeing the works of the Lupine claws with interest.
All the while, the Komtur's gaze is fixed on the beast's, as if accepting whatever challenge it might present to him. But when the translation begins, he too examines the markings. His eyes widen into a rarely-seen expression of complete surprise and perhaps... recognition? It only lasts a fleeting moment anyway.
Naturally, when White Raven dares them to attack him, he does not need to ask twice. Vampiric and ghoul knights alike swing out their swords from their sheaths, spurring their horses into an assault while the bowmen aim their arrows once again and the Brujah gets ready to throw her sizable spear at her sizable target with icy eyes burning with undying hatred. The war cries are given.*

-/Ger/ You shall have your wish, abomination!

-/Ger/ God wills it, Lupine devils!

-/Ger/ Dieeeee!

*Something happens. The Komtur, so far silent and still, finally decides it's time to intervene. His voice cracks into the night like a bolt of thunder amidst the most savage of summer storms.*

-/Ger/ HALT!

*A word of power. A word that shatters the fragile, passionate reality of the moment. It would almost seem that no one, not even the quarreling werewolves are left unaffected. The charging riders pull their horses into a desperate stop, weapons are lowered and all speech instantly cuts.
Such is the power of authority backed up by Vitae.
A few seconds into this awkward momentum of silence, Anselm launches himself from the saddle, landing firmly on the ground after a loud, metallic crack. He is armoured neck to toe in a masterwork plate armour, wearing the Black Cross on his white tabard. Only his head is left uncovered, and the menacing zweihänder on his back is longer than most people. With slow, but determined steps, he begins walking towards the two Lupines. Alone.*

-/Ger/ No one kills anyone before we get our answers!

*Thud. Thud. Thud. In comparative terms, this twoleg truly isn't all that much shorter than White Raven's Crinos. Or at least he doesn't seem so. A closer look clearly reveals he doesn't wear the Mark of Griffin on his face, but as with many things with the spirits, this could have been but a shady omen, too.*

-/Ger/ One moment, you talk in riddles... you say you have nothing to do with us and our ways... and the next, your companion appears, turning your attitude around, making you nobly lay down your life in our service. You'll have to excuse me if I find this difficult to believe, "White Raven".

*He casts a closer look at the cross, the talons and the circle and stops right before the towering war-form werewolf, simply folding his arms.*

-/Ger/ I understand she is unable to speak the way we do. That leaves us one choice. You will have to explain. Everything.

Sablepaw: +1 Rage, +1 Willpower.

White Raven: +1 Rage.
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[Sablepaw]

*I can sense the Shadow Lord's anger but right now I couldn't care less. Eagerly I listen to his words through Owl-In-Teeth's Spirit Speech and I quickly realize he's telling a shortened version. I'm confident that everything I said has a great significance and has to be revealed the way I said; that's how Prophecies work...

As he talks my fur bristles, my hackles rise and I bare my teeth - towards him...*

- /Gar/ Everything! The way I told him! Don't play with the Prophecy, do not twist it, don't play with our lives!

*Again, I look around now looking for signs of danger and I continue...*

- /Gar/ I may be young and ignorant about your Twoleg ways but the Spirits following my footsteps and the Prophecies I have to carry are older than you all! Respect the Ancient Ones! Tell the Leader each and every word!

*At this point Albrecht will surely realize we're not packmembers. The others probably can't make much difference between my current snarls and the previous ones although my words addressed to White Raven are certainly more vicious and savage now.*
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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]

*Once again, when I think that everything is under control, Sablepaw appears to ruin everything that I have built so far... I just stand frozen while she walks to us. I can't hide my consternation which turns to anger when she starts to "speak". I even let a growl lose before I can gain back my self-control.*

<What the hell are you doing? Why do you ruin everything all the time? How could you think that any of these deads care about a stupid wolf prophecy? Why?!>

*My desperate questions almost burst out but even if they those leeches can't understand, my gestures could betray our quarrel.*

<Why aren't they attack? This is a miracle itself... Even if this is a catastrophy, it has already happened. I can't change that. Think White Raven! You have to change the turn of event to your favour!... So you want to talk to them? You get it! Lets see what they think about our Prophecies...>

*I turn back to Anselm an for a moment I try to find out what he thinks. Now he got both of us and my only change of escape could also stun Sablepaw.*

-/Ger/ Leader of the Knights of the Black Cross. This is Sablepaw. Our wolf-born prophet, Chosen of the Griffin. She has seen a prophecy. According to the prophecy you are in mortal danger. You and the Black Cross has to get to the Land of Carnage. And it is our duty to escort it.

<I hate to fall into the hands of a leech... But even if they don't believe in it, they might know our kind of veraciousness and straightforward nature. If Anselm have enough courage, he can't lose a chance like this. I hate to play out all my cards, but this might work... And considering our poor situation this might as well be our only chance to survive.>

-/Ger/ We have to put aside our differencies for all of us. Her visions will guide us and save us all!

*I raise my hands. Yes, I open up and let become vulnerable to attacks. But I also look greater and more fearful. A dangerous predator they have never seen before, I believe. It is part of the play. A dangerous move.*

-/Ger/ You can kill us here and now. But Our fate is Your fate.

<I have never done such a stupidity, but in the prophecies I trust. And it is my true faith that can save us.>

[RedDrake]

*I carefully listen further. I need to memorize every little detail of his speech to unweave his net of lies. Fortune favors me because I can read his expressions in his crinos form too. The other kindred would hardly be able to do that.*

<That’s not much>

*But it’s enough for us to search for that theatre and take care of anything lurking there or die trying. And finally White Raven reaps the “profit”. *

<But… what about the prophecy? How does it relate to that? How?>

*I notice his intention to leave. It would be very unwise to let him go now as he personally promised that they’ll be lurking nearby.*

<No sane kindred want to have that kind of company at daylight. Deranged Shadowlord you’ve just dug your own grave!>

*But on the other hand, declaring it openly can be interpreted as a sign of honesty. If only their wretched tribe would know anything about true honesty. That’s why they’re not to be trusted, under no condition!
I don’t really listen to the kindred chatter right now, but the roman kindred’s words reach my ears.*

<How little you know!>

*I ignore the rest and just in time, my friend has news.*

<Thank you! Please keep watch, they may want to escape into your world again!>

*I slowly grab onto my sword and turn towards the woods. I need to stop her if she wants to attack.*

<What?>

*I’m not the only one the detect her presence.*

<Great… what are they planning now? It’s not an efficient pack tactics, nothing close to it>

/Ger/ - Wait, Csongor!

*The Gangrel can now see that he wasn’t the only one to notice the threat. I stare to woods where I’d expect the other wolf. I made my choice, I’ll battle with her if I must and will create an opening for her to escape. As for the shadow lord, he will reap what he sowed.
But… this can be called a strange twist of fate. The unearthly magnificent ancient noble pure wolf is a dominating sight to behold.*

<Well done child of Griffin. I’m proud to see that wonder of an ancient glory.>

*And finally I can hear the true story, untainted by lies. It’s more than interesting *

<A theurge? Perceiving the flow of time???? She’s bold. I like that. Sablepaw so that’s her name.>

*Now I’m really interested.*

<A prophecy telling the fall of the black cross? The crusade? What does it have to do with the spirits? Is it possible to encounter a dreadful horror of the Wyrm this time? Can it be?>

*I need to know more.*

<She does refer to the holy land, maybe Jerusalem itself…>

*I hope every kindred can see that she’s trying to communicate. Every eye is on White Raven now.*

<Now I can judge you White Raven, let’s hear out your translation.>
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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]

*Appearing in the Earthly Lands again and sniffing around I realize White Raven seems to be cornered.. so the “talking” wasn't exactly successful. I make my decision - I have no time to hesitate. We are all together and the truth must be revealed, that’s why I was given a vision when the Empty Ones appeared from nowhere, now I’m sure. I know the Shadow Lord must do the speaking and he’s definitely better in understanding the Foe-things we’re meant to follow but he didn’t warn them about the Prophecy, the very thing that binds us together and both of us may suffer the consequences of this. Now I have to do it - being truthful and following the Prophecy is the only way I can save him - and save us all.
So it's time to reveal myself and although my instincts say I must hide or flee as far as possible my Sacred Duty overrides everything. For a couple of heartbeats I focus on the orb melted into my skin just above my throbbing heart and recall the scents and the image of the ferocious half bird, half beast creature to connect with the Spirit who had marked me and for a while I become but the mere vessel of Griffin’s will instead of the young shifting-wolf I usually am.*

<I’m doing Griffin’s will. He’ll protect me for I’m the Chosen One. Now I trust you Mighty and Ferocious Griffin with my life and my destiny more than I've ever done. Guide me as I do my duty for you and all noble and pure beasts and birds of Earth and of Spirit.>

*I leave my cover and running in a huge half-circle around the gathering of Twoleg-things I stride towards the Leader who I suppose must be a male judging by his build but no scents tells me for sure. My padding is fast paced; my posture is confident and proud with my head, ears and tail held high while the winter breeze is blowing through my long and thick fur; once I’m getting close to him I slow my pace down.
Those who watched me during the battle and have keen eyes can notice I’m way more agile and healthier-looking now than I was when I joined the fray; the sharpest ones will realize this probably means I was possibly already seriously injured while fighting – but I’m in my full strength and glory now. Those who didn’t pay attention have the chance to examine my appearance now since I let the soft, silvery light of Luna-Crescent reflected by the whiteness of snow show my Giant Wolf form without fear or hesitation. Perhaps I seem to be even more phantom-like, a long forgotten, bygone Spirit of the untamed Wilderness from times before humans or Cainites were created as I let myself become the raw will of the most ancient of Spirits, nothing less, nothing more.

I ignore the horses or Twolegs stricken by panic; I ignore the Empty Ones probably grabbing their long and deadly fake claws, I ignore all their sounds, voices, or speech – I let Owl-In-Teeth slumber while I’m doing my duty - and I even ignore White Raven for now. I only pay attention to the dangerous herd as much as I need to avoid mauling anyone or getting mauled myself.
Finally I settle down on a spot where the snow is still undisturbed enough but is relatively close to the Leader as my eerily glowing and overwhelmingly charismatic gaze seeks him - and only him. I try to remain as visible as I can while I’m addressing my words to the Alpha Leech. For everyone not understanding Garou language or not having a thorough knowledge about wolf communication my loud speech will seem to be the frightening mixture of harsh snarls, ferocious growls, short howls and wild barks of varying pitch accompanied by strange motion, some kind of body language and strong, musky wolf-scents of the deepest wilderness. But smarter ones might quickly realize it’s some sort of ancient, primitive yet intelligent communication directed straight to the Leader as I fix my gaze into his. It’s not the matter of dominance; it’s one Chosen One facing the other; I firmly believe he feels the same and understands it even if my words are beyond his understanding.*

- /Gar/ Leader of Empty Ones! You are the Chosen One of the Sign and you carry its mark beneath your flesh!
*With two quick slashes I claw the Sign – the Cross - into the snow and raise my confident gaze to the Chosen Leech again.*
- /Gar/ Black Sign On White Pelt must get to where it belongs, to the Lands of Carnage and Bloodshed, to the Sun-Scorched Lands and it must survive!
*I follow after a short, dramatic pause.*
- /Gar/ But it’s going to fall, along with all the ones gathering under it for you have no idea what horrors you’re about to face during your journey! Even the worst of your foul smelling ambushers...
*I point towards the ashes and rotten remains with my muzzle.*
- /Gar/... are just buzzing little flies compared to those! The Sign’s going to fall and you’ll all end up dead for real without the Prophecy I carry, without my visions and my guidance!
*I claw the same mark I bear on my shoulder, the Glyph of Red Talons right next to the cross and I eye the Leader again completely ignoring what White Raven has just said about looking into their eyes.*
- /Gar/ I hate you all, Twolegs! Living or Dead-Yet-Walking alike, I hate each and every one of you with all my heart! But for the Prophecy we must unite on this Sacred Quest to protect the Black Sign On White Pelt for our fates are tied together!

*I claw something akin to a circle to the snow –the image of the Full Moon, the Moon of War and also a symbol of unity - around the two signs. When I’m finished with that I immediately turn my gaze towards the possibly anxious White Raven. He can clearly see (probably along with Albrecht) that I’m completely possessed by the Prophecy and my voice and posture is more than commanding – I’m not simply the “arrogant” cub I usually am but a menacing Doomsayer Spirit given flesh. Right now I have no fear, no increased aggression, no cublike curiosity or playfulness. Only my zealous sense of duty – a painfully cruel burden to bear – and my honour and purity lurks in my eyes.*

- /Gar/ Tell him everything I said! And exactly what I said, every part of it! It’s very important for both of us, for all of us!
*My gaze drifts towards the Leader again.*
- /Gar/ And tell him I’m Sablepaw from the ancient Red Talon Tribe, pure wolf-born like all my Ancestors, the Chosen One of Griffin, prophet, shaman, seer and visionary from under the Listening Moon! Blessed and cursed by seeing the Times Yet To Come, I know they need us and we need them!

*After my long and powerful speech I stay beside the clawed circle and the two Signs it embraces and rouse Owl-In-Teeth again – I must make sure White Raven does what he has to do.*

<Twoleg-born companion of mine, I pity you and I’m even getting to like you but Mighty Spirits help you if you don’t do the bidding of Griffin! I can feel you’ll be angry with me for showing up and “ruining” whatever you were planning but you must understand! I hate these Foe-things way more than you do, believe me, it’s a terrible sacrifice I have to make, yet I do what I must! Now do what you have to, do your part of the sacrifice!>

*My anxiety along with my healthy instincts start creeping back to me as I realize the grave danger I might be in and the mere proximity of this huge, unnatural smelling Twoleg and Leech pack annoys me greatly but my faith in Griffin and the Prophecy doesn’t leave me, not even for a heartbeat and I know I must stand my ground, carrying my Prophecy - my burden – with all my purity, pride and honour.*


Ambience :)
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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.

*Still quite the statue, Anselm von Heidenauer listens in silence to every single word uttered by the Shadow Lord. As dynamically as he ordered this massive assembly of force, he appears to be completely calm and calculating now, carefully weighing every piece of new information and their possible future options.
But the vampires behind him start muttering and whispering again. Let's be frank now; they are not a disciplined army, they are but a hastily-assembled group of many diverse individuals now subjected by fate to a strange and puzzling situation.
One of many on this long road, to be sure.
Only the Gangrel and his riders remain completely still and silent, still trying to detect something... or someone.
Finally, one of the plate- and tabard-wearing knights, Friderich von Messer chooses to address their leader directly.*

-/Lat/ Sire, I hate to say it, but the kid was right. Let's kill this beast before its comrades show up.

*His friend, Gotzstaf chimes in with words of support, as per usual.*

-/Lat/ As you say. We can't trust it. It's a cursed Lupine...

*But there are those who disagree, like the Cappadochian Bulgarus...*

-/Lat/ If I may suggest, it'd be foolish, if tempting, to dispose of a potential ally at this time. No matter how unlikely, it has already proven itself.

*...and the Roman Ventrue again.*

-/Lat/ Simple beasts like this are incapable of any serious intrique. By all means, it is utterly immaterial what the Komtur chooses to do with this one.

*Reginleif dismounts and shoves her spear into the snow while Thiadward shakes his head with a sigh.
Meanwhile, Sablepaw is busy with crossing the barrier again in the nearby woods, a routine feat that happens instantly, as usual. When all three of her main senses can resume the scenery, she can detect a still-cornered White Raven trying to play the Cross-bearers at his best ability, the Leeches apparently in a slight argument (though their scents do not turn agitated), and finally, the Leader of the Empty Ones sitting still on his horse, just looking on silently at White Raven.
Not moving. Not speaking. Perhaps getting ready to decide what to do next.*

<The wolf... the Changer-Wolf has crossed the Gauntlet... in the woods near the edge of forest... be ready... be ready...>

*The ignorant chatter of these Cainites instantly fades into irrelevance as L'Argent speaks again in Albrecht's mind. The edge of the woods. Curious. He hasn't even noticed how far they've gotten from the road. The dark trees and the mysterious, death-dealing forest behind them are indeed but a few dozen feet away now... close.
Dangerously close...
Finally, one word still catches the former Garou's ear, a word with a most peculiar ringing to it. A word spoken the menacing way predators speak to each other when they detect prey... or rival. Csongor's word.*

-/Ger/ Sire...

Ambience
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[Inu]

<What happened here... How should I know? But at the moment they shouldn't know that I am also a stranger here. I have slightly better chances if they think that I belong here and my pack is also near. Let them have a typical wolf-like answer.>

-/Ger/ The... Hive is growing...
<Thank you Sablepaw for the appropriate word.>
-/Ger/ ...and the Forest is dying. But you surely meant about humans, vampires and politics. That is not our concern.
<You don't need to know how we lurk in the towns, watch our prey, even dance among them in the castles waiting for the right moment...>
*I change the subject back to the attackers of my Lady and the "duty" of our Knights of the Cross. I recall the words of Dances-With-Winds to guide them to the right place.*
-/Ger/ Look for a "deserted theatre" with sand inside and blood everywhere. And you might find the answers you are looking for...

*With the last sentence I try to indicate that I'm done with the talking. Now comes the part when I need to survive somehow...*

<I guess they won't let me leave alive... But even if they would this is our best chance to make them accept our presence.>

-/Ger/ We will be around and we will fight against the common enemy when it is needed.

<If they believe that we might be useful in the future, they might not attack me this time.>

[Sophia d'Auxerre]

*Stranger and stranger this night becomes. The battle was a give in, of course they were bound to hit some struggle, to hit it so soon was the surprise though.
But now they speak with wolf-beasts! And what is more surprising is the beast speaks back and somewhat elegantly!

Sophia moves close as others do, enough to be able to hear the exchange. Her hood remains up, a few strands of her red hair on show outside of the cloak. She sets her icy gaze upon the large, now passive creature. Now that there is not the threat of battle .. well not immediately at any rate; she eyes the creature with more curiosity, though shows surprise when White Raven speaks.*

<How did something like this be able to simply shatter that monstrosity? With a touch of shadow?>

*She had almost expected the wolf to be mindless... but no, the actions when fighting were not of a mindless monster, or they'd have some marks against them to prove it.

Plenty of time for such thoughts. She focuses more intently upon the conversation. Though another thought does clutch her for a moment...

Where is the other one?

There had most definitely been two. Sophia glances sharply around them, as if trying to see the second through the trees and the darkness, but she sees nothing. Though the male - wolfs words ring memories.*

<The Island of Hares? So, either the Prince has been overrun or he keeps his pathetic pets close.>

*Sophia silently scoffs, looking between the conversation exchange. A sudden chorus of giggles pulls everyone's attention, though with the glare that promises more swiftly silences the group.
The intensity of meeting such a creature seems to be shattered, at least for a moment.

Sophia looks back to this "White Raven" as he's asked about the recent history, she too curious of the change, and even more curious to know everything she can about this wolf creature!*[/i]

[Sablepaw]

*I get to the point when the the Empty One Chosen By The Sign, hopefully still not about to attack asks my companion about the...*
<Foul-scented Dead Twolegs?>

*And I'm sure he knows what to say - I didn't get the point of the Raven-Twoleg-Bitch about the whereabouts and I don't exactly care... but I catch a glimpse of a weird scent....*

<A Bird... a Falcon? At night, when Falcon Spirits should slumber? Reeking of death and blood... watching me... soaring above me like a buzzard waiting for me to die... not a good sign, not at all! Spirits here seem to be sick... and I'm vulnerable if I pay attention to the Earthly Lands - but I must!>

*So as quickly as I can, carrying my ears and eyes on the Earthly lands but keeping my way superior smelling here in the realms of Spirit I quickly rush into the forested regions where the trees and the undergrowth on the other side are think enough to hide me - hopefully even from those red, gazing eyes.*

<They know about me as well... and they should know how important I am for the Sign! But night-time Falcon still disturbs me...>

- /Spi/ Cleanse yourself from the Foe-stench, Bird of Prey, Bird of Sun. The sickness your scent carries might taint your honour.

*But I'm not about to wait for its answer - if it's too sick it might even attack... I'm about to cross the boundaries again to appear in a tiny clearing just big enough for me in the forest of the Earthly Lands, hopefully well hidden from the Empty Ones and from the sick Spirits they seem to attract like decaying carcasses attract flies.*

Gnosis

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

*Once I'm on the other side I hide and remain alert and still - I have to catch up with their "speech" and I have to check their positions and prepare for showing myself just as well as for fleeing - whatever is necessary... but I'm way more eager to follow my destiny, Griffin's will. That's why I'm the Chosen One and I have a gloomy feeling that White Raven won't tell them about the Prophecy... in which case I must do it... if they keep on speaking about those things that - for now - don't matter at all.*

<They must know and understand the Prophecy! Do these things even know what a Prophecy is?>
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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.

*Every eye, every ear, and every single other perceptory sense is fixed upon the werewolf, "White Raven" now. Curiousity and amazement still dominate the vampires, in addition to the sheer anger of the more militant ones directed either at Vencel, the Lupine, or both.*

-/Lat/ The... the "Island of Hares"?...

*Seemingly unable to resist, one of the Kindred, Decimus Flavius bursts out in a fit of giggles, followed shortly by Eufemia Habladora and two of her ghouls. A swift look from Anselm silences them all.*

-/Lat/ All right, all right... excuse me.

*Says the grinning Roman, while the two other armoured Ventrue snort in unison at his continued antics. It's time for the leader to talk again.*

-/Ger/ Vencel... his arrogance has truly grown beyond limits of common sense. Tell me, "White Raven". What happened here in the past year?

*The conversation continues and Sablepaw watches on excitedly, when something strange catches her nose, which is still very much on the Umbral side. There's a bird soaring somewhere above her, perhaps a falcon... but its peculiar scent is mixed with that of blood and perhaps a bit of rotten flesh. If she glances up, she sees nothing... but the menacing feeling of being watched persists.*
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[RedDrake]

*Ernst’s reply is so typical. This is the answer of a tyrant; use them and dispose them. This is the way of the shallow-lords, the traitors. A True leader wouldn’t throw away such a strange beings so easily.*

<You had more in common with White Raven than you’d ever imagine young Ventrue. But in one thing you’re not mistaken: werewolves don’t have a God. We’ve Goddesses, and more than one. >

*It seems Sophia got it right so maybe I won’t need to step in and save greenhorn wolves’ sorry hides. I wait silently until the Komtur decides.*

<Finally! I was hoping for this.>

*I feel relieved. Now it’s up to the Garou to either hide in the spirit-world, or to answer our questions. My face is calm again, yet I’m curious about how this “talking” will end.
Not much time needed for us to reach our destination and there spot the lonely wolf.*

<So the traitor appeared. Now I’m sure he has a plan. Why is he waiting here? What kind of silver-tongued lie will he tell us this time?>

*My face expression does not change a bit. I’m not surprised, not startled,
nor affected at all by this encounter. I let the others trot close if they want. I’m watching and looking for the other or the others who may hide nearby. My guess was correct as my friend confirms it. *

<Thank you my ever-loyal friend. Watch her, I want to know when she is willing to make a move.>

*Nothing will miss my friend’s eyes. For now I listen to the tale from White Raven’s mouth.*

<Humbug, show some spine… >

*I’d rather speak with the other. Luckily a child of Griffin can rarely lie, unlike a Shadowlord. The island of the Hares, many-many things can be there. Lies, half-truths, misinterpretations this is what we’re hearing now, nothing more. Unfortunately, once in a while they mix the truth inside their feast of lies.*
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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 simply nod. An obviously human gesture.*
-/Ger/ There's no need to thank it. The enemies of our enemies are our friends.
<...for now...>
-/Ger/ Perpetrators? They dwell on the Island of Hares. And it seems they think they rule the forest.
*My words are filled with confidence. But to be honest all I know is from the memories of a scared raven. It is however a clue. She is trustworthy and she was there. Why shouldn't I let these bloodthirsty leeches to investigate? If everything goes well, leeches will shed each other's blood again. They will also deliver my revenge for Dances-With-Winds. Supposing that they really don't want to kill me, things are getting better with every sentence.*
<I won't even need to suggest an attack... So enthusiastic leeches... They are "living" contradictions.>

[Sablepaw]

*It eases my nerves to find the Spirit Lands safe and I instantly start investigating the Other Side; I quickly find out that White Raven either couldn't come or decided to stay - I suspect the latter.*

<Finally, he's doing the Twoleg-speaking! And in Twoleg-Wolf form! How can he do that?>

*But the Leader and the huge pack of Twolegs or Empty Twolegs around it make me a bit nervous; I don't know about their ways enough to decide whether they're hostile or not... but I try to understand everything through Owl-In-Teeth's Spirit Words*

<So the Leader is... that thing must be a name but I don't get the meaning. But he's the... chosen one of the Sign or something like that. I knew he was important! And he wants to talk and not to attack. Good sign! And he even thanks us for helping them... out. Well, not exactly...but we did help them out eventually. And we'll need to. The Prophecy! And White Raven knows the answer! The "Raven-Folk" bitch told him about the reeking Foe-Things! Torturing Twolegs and keeping them in... enclosed fake caves... instead of slaying them, yes!>

*I'm confident and comfortable in the Spirit Wilderness and I trust White Raven to do all the speaking. Although I feel the need to tell the Leeches about the Prophecy - otherwise they might not understand their need for us... so if White Raven won't mention it and things go bad I might have to try myself.*

<They've already seen me and they realized I was helpful. And the Shadow Lord can... translate my words. They have no idea what horrors they are about to face! The Sign can't get to the Sun-scorched Lands without us! And we can't fulfill the Prophecy without lots of Carnage... so we need them... oh Griffin, how I loath the idea... it's so impure. But it must be done.>

Perception + Primal Urge

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 9, 3, 10, 2, 5, 4, 10 (Total = 53)

Dobás:

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

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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