Buda & Pest

[Sablepaw]

*The battle's coming to an end - Voice of Thunder is about to win. Danger lingers in the air but none of these can reach into my mind. I've shaken the shadowsnakes' grip off me - and nothing can stop me now. No Prophecy, no Vision, no instinct can override that urge. With my jaws wide open I plunge myself into the doom, attacking the "glowing one" from behind. The radiance fills my eyes and my mind...*

Initiative:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10+9 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: (8) + 9 (Total = 17)

Attack: Bite (-1 difficulty)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 3, 4, 3, 1, 10, 2, 2 (Total = 26)

*But maybe it was the wrong angle. Maybe the blurry, flaming glow played tricks on my mind. I miss the leap and my jaws snap at thin air. With a frustrated growl I fall onto the ground, ready to strike again until either me or the glowing one - or the redundantly echoing command - cease to exist... *

Soak:

Dobás:

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

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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, Sablepaw, Sophia d'Auxerre, White Raven.

*The sword flies and the sword hits a brilliant hit. This wouldn't only split a head, it'd split a fully armoured knight in two. Vertically. This was to be Telaron's master strike. This was to be his final victory. The end of the dance, like so many hundreds, perhaps thousands of times in his existence. No other outcome could even have manifested in his ancient mind, a mind that is such a perplexing mixture of the Wyld's chaos and his "Court's" order.
But it was not to be.
And much like the old ones said, eventually, to all things comes an end.
Disbelief invades the white eyes of the Fae lord as his opponent isn't even scratched.
Then he is run through by Albrecht's sword, armour be damned. The blade exits his body near his spine, penetrating the breastplate once again. Only a faint, confused grunt leaves his throat. When he looks down at the blade, at the results of Albrecht's primal strike, not even the language barrier prevents him from understanding what he's saying.
He just knows.*

-/Sum/ Im-... impossible...

*White Raven cuts him, the shadowy tendrils reach him, grabbing for his throat and forcing down his sword-wielding hand, the other three Fae desperately hurl everything they have at him, from small spears to slingshots, or simple stones, but he does not care.
He looks up at Albrecht, or rather, the moon-beast he's become, as he utters the famous Latin phrase, switching to it himself with his dying breath while his gaze wanders on into nothingness.*

-/Lat/ My dear Mariel... I am coming...

*While whispering, his sword is squeezed out of his hand, the blade hitting the ground with a blunt thud.
He looks back at the Silver Fang now, straight in the eye. His whites flare up with fanatical determination one final time.
And, ignoring the Arm of Abyss, he roars the end of the sentence like, indeed, a fire giant of myth, about to fall.*

-/Lat/ ...AND I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME!

*His free hand strikes out, grabbing the back of Albrecht's armour and violently pulling themselves even closer, now being hilt-deep in his blade. His eyes, and soon, his entire body, begin to glow more and more... orange.
And with this, Telaron lets his head fall back with an utterly gleeful smile.*

-/Lat/ Ruuuun, you all! He's going to explode!

*The tiny Fair Folk cries out in a horribly high-pitched voice before bolting towards the woods, alongside his comrades.
Albrecht is trapped in the Fae's dying grasp, his sword even more so.
White Raven stands right beside them, but is at least free to move.
Sophia is a comfortable distance away, but in an elaborate dress.
And Sablepaw... for her, now broken free of the tendrils, there exists only one aim, only one goal, only one command.
Kill... the Glowing One.*

Albrecht: let's see a raw Strength roll.

Everyone roll a soak roll at the end of your posts against Aggravated damage.

Ambience
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[Inu]

<"Her Majesty's Realm"? Can he refer to Frozen Death? Is he still under the power of that icy beauty? Is she the real ruler of this realm? Of this Summer? I can hardly believe it. There would be no summer here. Impossible. I wish I had time to find out... But we are in the middle of a bloody battle. There's no time to anything else but death.>

Finally my sword tastes blood. For a moment I stare at the blood I believed I could never spill. Is this another trick? I have to find out. I would strike once more! If anything left to strike at after the attack of Albrecht.

[Sablepaw]

*There's nothing but the irresistible urge to obey the command without questioning how it changed me. But something... something stops my charge, something is holding me back. Horrendous, Void-filled shadow snakes all over me, coiling around me with their dreaded, soulless Emptiness. Their mere touch would b enough to make me twitch but they're grappling me which is even more upsetting. I try to writhe out of their grip with tormented fury and snap at them while still having one intention - to kill the Glowing One. My furious, mad roaring is loud even amidst the deafening clash of the fighting ones.*

Strength+Brawl, 3 successes required

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 10, 2, 3, 8, 7, 6 (Total = 44)

Dobás:

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

Dobás:

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

*The anguish caused by the terrible shadows brings my most desperate reserves of strength to surface; the firm grip of Snakes-of-Void is broken, I shake them off and break free of my dark shackles. I attempt to obey the command - the only thing painfully echoing in my head - once again. I must kill the Glowing One!*
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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]

Soak

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 16d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 10, 10, 5, 7, 8, 3, 8, 9, 10, 7, 7, 6, 5, 5, 2 (Total = 109)

*A trick, again. Even this mighty faerie lord resorts to petty tricks when he is losing. Doesn’t he have any dignity at all? An even bigger letdown. Yet he still manages to block my blade and counter attack with deadly force. In my homid form I’d be very close to dying after this, but now, it’s not even deep to scratch me. His words fail to impress me.

- /Lat/ - From a noble it is still a letdown.

*I’m not mocking, it’s apathy. Yet I’m a bit uneasy that I cannot land a proper blow in him. Even White Raven has succeeded. I’m monotonously preparing my next strike, but I notice that Sablepaw does not follow me. Is Sophia helping me? That’s odd. She ignored my state? Interesting, a bit.
This fight is taking too long, it’d be the high time to finish it once and for all. Let’s try it one more time, the undefeatable strike. Maybe. *

1 rage spent -> attack, attack

First attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 14d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 8, 10, 8, 2, 6, 1, 7, 9, 10, 10, 3, 7, 10 (Total = 93)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 9, 8 (Total = 23)

<What is that feeling?>
*My arms are moving on their own for the perfect strike. In my apathy I've lost the control and they still know what to do? I'm not using any time manipulation, yet I feel like time has nearly stopped as I see my blade going for the kill, to sink into Telarons body ignoring everything even breaking his blade if he tries to counter.

What a feeling...
I've not felt this since...
the death of that pesky warlock...
My eyes are now showing surprise.
This is the time for the perfect blow. *

+ Exceptional swordplay

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 8, 1, 5, 4, 3, 6, 10, 9 (Total = 55)

Total: 15 successes for attack.

/Lat/ - Sic semper tyrannis!

Damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 31d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 2, 6, 10, 2, 4, 5, 4, 1, 9, 4, 4, 2, 5, 8, 2, 3, 4, 8, 6, 10, 3, 5, 10, 7, 1, 6, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Total = 160)

16 aggravated

*There is no need for a second attack. If he survives this, we're all doomed, but he won't, so I'm switching the second strike. I'm just observing my own perfect strike.*

<... it's done. It's over.>

Has one parry if needed.
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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, Sablepaw, Sophia d'Auxerre, White Raven.

*While getting ready to cut down the lesser Fae, the sword of the "fire giant" flares up, now bearing a faint, hot-white glow. His intention is quickly crossed by the incoming Albrecht, although when he turns to face his old enemy, his face bears a much calmer, much slyer smirk now.*

-/Lat/ No outsider enters Her Majesty's realm...

*His weapon launches forward to cross the Silver Fang's in yet another clash of the titans. He was very much expecting this.*

Parry

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 10, 9, 7, 8, 10, 8, 3, 10, 3, 1, 1 (Total = 73)

Dobás:

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

*And clash they do once more. It is as though the entire world would shake in agony at the forces involved, and the winds themselves would cry out in pain from the metallic echo it all makes.
But the riposte is already coming. With a hot-white blade.*

-/Lat/ ...and leaves standing!

Attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 8, 9, 9, 4, 8, 4, 1, 8, 8, 10 (Total = 71)

Damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 14d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 4, 7, 8, 7, 9, 3, 10, 9, 6, 7, 10, 8, 1 (Total = 91)

*Telaron's sword comes crashing down upon Albrecht's now-Lupine head with renewed fury. He too activated its true potential. The Fae lord is playing this game on an all-or-nothing basis, his ghostly, white eyes are desperately sure and certain. It is rare for a noble to gaze that gaze. It is rare, because it is far more likely to be worn by a faithful soldier, a dutiful knight.
Whatever the case, Albrecht's enemy would rather die than to let them leave.
And he receives yet another step towards the grave, as just moments after his skull-shattering blow, White Raven's sword slashes at his head in turn, cutting a fresh, deep wound and spilling the Fae lord's blood.
This time, he doesn't heal it.
While the menacing shadows are edging closer, half of them grapple the mind-controlled Sablepaw, forcing her down and unable to attack "the glowing one". Much to her great fury.*

Albrecht: soak against 10 points of Aggravated damage, without armour.

Sablepaw: +1 Rage.
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[Sophia d'Auxerre]

*Something's wrong... She stares at the empty space where the Lord was before his taunting call shows his position further away. The tendrils snap at the empty space where he was before rising again, having lost their target.

Just as Sophia is about to follow her target, something catches her eye. The very angry and large form of Sablepaw...

But something's wrong... Sophia's gaze glances to the direction that the wolf beast seems fixated on, the silver, glowing form where once stood the silent soldier.

Yet another one of those words that should certainly not pass a ladies lips is lowly gifted voice from Sophia.

The beast is going for Albrecht! Though.. whether that was a good or bad thing given his "transformation" was something to be pondered but there is no time for such thoughtful debates.

She moves forward, her hair still somewhat wild from her being thrown. She sends four of the tentacles to restrain Sablepaw, having seen first hand how vicious and wild that creature can be. She tries to have them restrain her in place, those close especially need to be kept away!

The other four she tries to move toward the taunting Lord.*

<Stay still you pathetic little fly!>

[Inu]

The twice dead Sophia ressurrects and joins the fight.
Our fallen Silver Fang loses his interest and turns away.
Sablepaw following the order of our enemy, turns against the dead Garou.
In other words, this fight becomes more and more strange. I still couldn't even scratch that Lord and he is only panting because his own "gifts" exhausted his strength... What can I do here?... I could try to catch those little faeries but I can't leave Sablepaw alone. Even if I'm unable to save her I have to try it when she is in trouble. Crow needs her and that muddled, ever changing prophecy needs us all. So I stay and fight. But carefully.

I only move after I recognized Albrecht heading towards the Fae. I don't want to be the first who gets the next slap in the face.

-1 rage to get to the lord

Attack penetrating armor

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 1, 5, 4, 8, 4, 8, 2 (Total = 35)

Damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 3, 3, 5, 9, 2, 8, 10, 6, 9 (Total = 57)

[RedDrake]

*The others do not take my advice. They’re running for the kill. They’re no lords at all, just an angry mob right now, but now I cannot retreat. I cannot let them die. Even the shadow tentacles join, so Sophia is alive and has seen me too. This turned out to be the worst.
I feel myself weary. Why is it happening this way? My burden is just growing. Great…
At least they do not succeed to get the fae, it seems that Lord Telaron has new tricks in his sleeve, a defensive one. But, even he does not react well. He.. mesmerizes Sablepaw and turns her against me? Why? Where is his is nobility? He is simply stupid. I was to leave the battle and with this, he is forcing me back. He is playing right to the hands of his betrayers. Why?
Why?
Refusing my offer, why?
Idiot.
Pure idiot. A warmonger, not a noble, just a war maniac. Like an intolerant Fenrir. How did he survive for so long? I don’t understand.
Fate leaves me no choice. No choice at all. I feel like a puppet with strings. Everybody here just ignores my will, ignores logics, ignore everything to make it right.
I don’t care anymore.
Just let it end somehow. Maybe I should let Sablepaw to kill me. Maybe. But… I don’t feel like. So… one thing remains: finish that foul Telaron. *

- /Lat/ - You’re not a noble, Telaron. You’re just a raging animal. What a letdown…

*I lift my sword and begin running to strike down the fae. Sablepaw does not matter, unless she manages to hurt me, she won’t even slow me down.*

2 rage -> run, run, attack
Soak

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 20d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 7, 7, 1, 7, 2, 10, 3, 10, 5, 2, 10, 8, 6, 4, 10, 8, 7, 7, 5 (Total = 122)

Attack

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 14d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 6, 1, 4, 3, 2, 2, 5, 10, 3, 7, 7, 9, 6 (Total = 69)

Damage

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 20d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 4, 5, 2, 3, 10, 8, 6, 6, 2, 7, 6, 10, 6, 5, 6, 5, 6, 8, 3 (Total = 112)

15 aggravated
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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'm about to lock my jaws on the flat muzzle of the Wyld-Dreamthing Giant, trying to leave him with a gaping hole where his face used to be - but my giant fangs bite into the air instead and I land on the ground, unnervingly close to the Many Shadow Snakes that have just appeared out of nowhere. The hideous things might indicate that Sunset Mane wasn't finished after all, but I have better things to do than growling in scorn and disgust; I have to find the Enemy and tear him apart. I don't even need to check for scents - his loud voice betrays his whereabouts; he disappeared and appeared further away. Yet another baffling and maddening surprise but in the Lands of the Wyld surprises and oddities are somehow natural and I couldn't care less about them. Although My Moon-given Rage is gone, my bloodthirst remains.*

<Die, die, die already!!!>

*I turn towards the Foe, fixing my gaze into his, I'm ready to leap at him. Owl-In-Teeth fills his voice with meaning and that voice breaks everything else inside me.*

<Kill the glowing one. Kill the glowing one.>

*Again, I lose myself completely but this time it's not my fury but that haunting command that drives me forward. My head along with my eerily burning gaze turns towards the Glowing One and I steadily charge at the shape of that blinding radiance I must kill. Everything else is a mere blur now without any significance.*

Attack (Bite, +2 difficulty)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 8, 5, 4, 4, 1, 8, 2 (Total = 40)

Damage:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 1, 5, 8, 8, 5, 4, 5 (Total = 40)

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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, Sablepaw, Sophia d'Auxerre, White Raven.

*The betrayed Fae lord roars out in anger, but his momentum is a short one. As Sablepaw fires through the clearing to tear him apart, as White Raven charges him to sever his head, as the "dead" Sophia's eight-armed shadowy squid threatens to extinguish his magnificence, he barely has time to raise his sword and his hands defensively. Just before the attacks reach him, the brilliant light he's been radiating, this warm, summery glow surrounds him like a cloak, retreating from the ground and exploding in a massive spell, blinding his enemies for a second.*

-/Lat/ ENOUGH!

*When the mist and the echo clear, Telaron appears to have reappeared a good twenty feet backwards. It's much darker now, but the place's magical ambience, as well as Albrecht's Gifts still provide sufficient illumination.
The Fae lord kneels now, panting heavily from the effort of continued spellcasting, but also gazing forward, into the glaring eyes of Sablepaw. The three small ones have already scurried away somewhere and the shadowy tentacles need to be moved closer to be effective. This moment of silence is quickly broken by the Wyld-champion's silent, but very much audible voice... order... command.*

-/Lat/ Kill... the glowing... one.

*Whatever Sablepaw was trying to do next, her mind immediately halts, as Owl-in-Teeth translates the words. Yet again, much like when she was dragged in, only with even more potency, she becomes a prisoner in her own body. This one new urge, this instinctual drive to turn away from the enemy and attack Albrecht instead becomes irresistible.*

-/Lat/ Doooon't!

*The puny scream coming from somewhere among the trees doesn't even register in her mind. There are no Wyldlings now, no Empty Ones, no Garou, no Prophecy. There can only be one sole purpose now...
While Sablepaw turns, the others can watch Telaron stand up, peer around in search of something and utter a few words on a deep, guttural tone.*

-/Sum/ And now, you little worms...

White Raven: +1 Rage.
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[Inu]

I have a terrible feeling. Telaron doesn't ask anything or continue our talk. He's just staring at me and who knows when he engages me. And when he does I'm dead, I know it well. I expected him to ignore me and I also expected that I would be caught because I don't know enough about the past to build up this bluff proprely. I haven't expected that the only reaction would be anger. I should have, but it doesn't matter now. If he attacks me, I'll try to escape from this nightmarish land. Or if it doesn't work, then I'll paralyze him. Then the others might be able to kill him. So... my plans haven't changed a bit.

And while we are waiting for the miracle from Griffin Albrecht acts. He changes!
<For Gaia! He is dead, we all felt that he is a leech... And still he is a Garou? How could this happen? A Silver Fang... Nothing is impossible to them. That Wyrm-tainted falcon spirit! I should have known earlier! A fallen king with his fallen spirit. How typical. A Fang rather become the pawn of the Wyrm than lose his power. All Garou should see it and learn from this... But in this cursed moment only one thing matters: we fight together for that Prophecy. The prophecy that brings no end of surprises. It can even be easier this way. If something is left in him from his life beyond the hatred towards Shadow Lords... We will find it out after the battle...>

That Fae knew more than we did. He doesn't seem to be surprised or frightened. With a thunder the fallen Silver fang falls to the ground again. Is that all? Albrecht is stll just an annoyance and nothing more. We are doomed.

But the chain of surprises isn't over yet. The lord is backstabbed by his own subjects.
<It seems that tyrants meet the same fate even here! Now or never!>
My sword flashes once more searching for the vulnerable neck or head.

-1 rage for a second attck
Aimed Attack against the distracted enemy (diff 6-1+2)
Attack 1

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 6, 3, 5, 10, 1, 1, 2 (Total = 29)

And finds nothing

Attack 2

Dobás:

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

Damage with Sword(+3) +3

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 13d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 6, 6, 2, 4, 10, 10, 2, 10, 2, 3, 1, 5 (Total = 71)

[Sophia d'Auxerre]

*The force of the kick would have knocked all breath from her if she had kept the habit. She’s sent rolling, a force that would shatter a human no doubt. A thud against a tree is the stopping force for her, a few of the leafs falling with mocking lightness around her. The pain from the attack shudders through her body, both from the stab as well as the smack against the tree. But it’s nothing against the anger that flushes through her from the creatures taunt, at how easily he dismissed her.

An Italian word that should never pass a lady’s lips is muttered from her. Her fingers move to touch the wound in her neck.

How infuriating weakness can feel.

She straightens herself against the trees trunk, still remaining sitting down. Not about to allow such a rude dismissal to remove her from this fight, she takes a moment, healing the wound on her neck. A mental note being made to feed, as soon as this fire is but ash!*
-5 Blood Points to heal 5 Health Damage.

*Sophia takes a moment to allow this to transpire before finally standing, moving away from the tree. She looks down to her robes, brushing them swiftly down. So help them if this dress is ruined!

She begins marching through the trees she was thrown into; picking leafs out of her tousled locks. Her face showing a determined expression, but her mind exploring the different ways to snuff out this creature that would preferably be full of pain and mocking. *

<What the...>

*Those thoughts vanish as she sees the twisted and armoured wolf form of Albrecht. The light that emanates from him almost tricking her mind into thinking it would cause pain. She squints her gaze, staring through the silver moon glow. She stands, dumbstruck at the sight for a few moments, processing the sight. Or did she just hit her head harder than she thought? Was the blade poisoned?

She forces herself to file this as second priority for the moment, though it presses very close to first!

Due to staring at the added teeth and claws and well... New murderous body that Albrecht has obtained, she sees he’s locked in fight with the taunting, arrogant creature, its flames having been dowsed.
Addressing the issue of Albrecht’s mood swing will have to wait as Telaron still fights.

This time, she’ll act.*

Obtenebration III

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 7, 5, 1, 2, 2, 9 (Total = 34)

Obtenebration III

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 10, 10, 4, 10, 9, 2 (Total = 49)

Dobás:

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

Dobás:

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

Obtenebration III

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 9, 2, 3, 3, 5, 1 (Total = 33)

*Sophia stands at a little distance, to avoid another mocking attack and keeping distance from the armoured wolf beast. The distance hopefully going to work to her advantage in the battle.
Thankfully, luck or whatever you wish to address it as is on her side as she manages to summon several arms for her bidding.
Not allowing herself to pause now that the shadow arms are summoned, she tries to set three of them to bind Telaron. his arms and throat hopefully, to provide distraction and restriction. The other five would try to attack his body, trying to work from the angles he doesn't face so that his response time will be slowed. She has to use this to advantage now, given that this will hopefully be a surprise attack!*

[RedDrake]

*For an eternal moment we gaze each other, our blades have meet and for that eternal moment the entire world is just the two of us. A duel to the boot! He seems almost content… so that’s what he was waiting for. A warmonger, a lord of war, quite interesting. Let’s begin!

But, I was confident, again. I don’t know how he managed to keep track with my speed and cast an another cursed spell, but I’m knocked to the ground again. NEVER! I will not go down! I’m using all of my power now, it won’t be that easy! With an angry howl I ignore the shaking and jump on my “feet” again. *
-1 rage

*I’m ready to continue the duel and I do not care about the fire right now, my gift has all the defense I need against it. I’ll not go down, and ready to attack, ready until…*
<Now, what’s that?>

*Our battle is interrupted again. This time, for real.*
<Traitors… so fae lord, your own kind has betrayed you.>

*This is the moment when all my will to fight goes away. He is exposed, he was backstabbed. A political game, Shallowlord play. This is not how I wanted to end this. Curse that Karol and her other insects! I’m using my full power for nothing. I’ve revealed myself for nothing and now it’d be too easy to finish it, but I won’t. Not this way. All my will is now non-existent. I’ve exposed myself too much and they’ve taken away this glorious moment. I was left empty and my disguise is gone. I’ve lost everything, again. This is what I deserve, nothing.
Even though, I won’t be a puppet, and I don’t care. The glow in my eyes fades. I just watch silently. I will do one thing, while disengaging defensively. Transform my throat to be able to speak*

Abomination flaw: Albrecht is near to Harano.
Partial transformation

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 6, 6, 1, 3, 2, 10, 5, 7, 1, 4 (Total = 45)

*What a shame. It suits the Shadowlord very well, but not me. He is no Wyrm, but Wyld, there is no reason to continue at all. Nothing. Nothing. All is in vain.*

Partial transformation

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 5, 1, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 4, 6 (Total = 62)

*For the next round I speak to the fae lord. I hope he will understand. If not, be it. I don’t care.*

/Lat/ - Your own kind has betrayed you, but I’ll not be their toy! Kill the traitors and let us meet again when no such shame would interrupt it. I’m leaving.

/Ger/ - He was betrayed, if he goes to deal with them, I will go. He is no Wyrm, just Wyld. There is no need to continue this. Doesn’t matter.

*My voice is not so thunderous right now. I’m preparing to leave, unless something or somebody would force me to stay. However if one the three traitors seems to be running away to my direction they will meet my blade, the scum must die.*

Healing the wounds in the second turn. (-3 blood)
I've 7 parry/attack rolls if necessary
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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]

*The two, seemingly invincible beings keep on clashing against each other - the Fire Giant still haven't made the move I saw in my brief Vision -the Vision keeping me dedicated and unshakable against all odds. Although having the Shadow Lord out of the reach of the Foe is a good thing.
And then... something happens. Something I never expected, something my instincts failed to warn me about.
Voice of Thunder becomes a Garou - that huge two-legged warform is not some foolish mimicry. The purity of the legendary bloodline would be stunningly respectful if it weren't for the fact that he's dead and empty, like a hollow shell. It still could be some kind of Leech-power, imitating Garou - but he speaks to me in the Garou tongue. He understood everything I said, ever since we first met. I'm rendered speechless...*

<What... is... THAT? Garou AND Leech, at the same time? It can't be, it can't be it's not supposed to exist! Dead Garou become Ancestors! They won't stay on Earth moving while being dead and empty! Griffin, what is this, what is this thing?!>

*I can sense how Moonlight covers his cold, dead fur. How he begins to radiate like a second Sun. How he makes his fake claw come alive - by rousing a Spirit. By having Spiritual essence... that no Empty One should ever have. I'm so disturbed that I almost lose track on the Flaming One... but I shouldn't, no matter what, I shouldn't miss the opportunity, the vision - but what's even more unnerving is the fact that even this mighty, hideous Thing - a dead Garou walking - can't bring the Flaming One down.
But my faith in Griffin remains unshaken. And voices... those voices. The smaller ones disappeared - of course - but seems like they haven't fled. They are planning something - probably against us. Or maybe... against the Flaming One? He wanted to punish the vole-sized one and called it an oathbreaker.
And they are against him - they undo his flames. Though the vision showed me this will happen while he attacks me and not the... Horrible, Empty Garou - it happened. Time to unleash my Rage once again - I mustn't be distracted. Time to tear the Foe to pieces, time to taste his flesh.*

<Head... not fake pelt... head, flat muzzle... DIE!!!!>

-2 Rage

1st Action: getting close enough

2nd: Attack 1: Bite, aimed for the face/head

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 3, 3, 9, 10, 10, 1, 2 (Total = 40)

Dobás:

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

Damage 1, aggravated:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 4, 9, 7, 10, 4, 10, 10, 4 (Total = 68)

3rd: Attack 2: Bite, aimed for the face/head

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 5, 4, 1, 9, 9, 3, 5 (Total = 44)

Damage 2, aggravated:

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 5, 9, 6, 9, 2, 1, 5 (Total = 40)

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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 (Pént. Feb. 08, 2013 10:04 am), összesen 2 alkalommal