Fehér Holló

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*White Raven stands still, calming his mind and calling upon the gift of the moth-spirit to become unseen. It seems to be working. Good.
Let the hunt begin.
His second lunar spell focuses his senses on the enemy he wishes to find, guiding him and point to the right... direction.
The Garou turns around, only to see a sophisticated cloud of mist float around his position relentlessly, almost as if searching for something. Or someone. The gift is not mistaken. This is the axe-wielding maniac... in another form.
But how will he damage him?*

[Inu]

<For the name of Gaia, what the hell was that? Who- or whatever he was, he knows too much about me, I can't let him live and tell anyone anything about me. Now its my time to hunt. The horse can wait.>

*After he explodes I hide for a second, just to be sure that noone can see me. The hunteed becomes the hunter.*

Blissful ignorance (Dex+Stealth diff 7)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 5, 5, 6, 2, 7, 2, 5, 4, 10, 2, 1 (Total = 58)

Sense of the prey (Perc+Enig diff opponent Wits+Stealth if opponents hiding, else nothing to roll)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 4, 3, 10, 3, 8, 1, 6 (Total = 44)

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*The attack is swift and brutal, but the large quarry manages to elude it. The barbarian certainly didn't expect the werewolf to move backwards and turn tails, so his short, powerful axe strikes either missed, or caused negligible damage to the thick fur and skin of the hispo.
The Garou is much faster and easily gallops away, cursing to himself. His foe lets out a loud cackle at first, and then, realizing he's not going to chop anything in half, frustrated shouts.*

-/Hun/ Come back here, ye motherless knave! Come back and fight me like a man right now, or I'll devour every last wolf pup in my forest! Do ye hear me, yellow dog?! Aaaargh!!...

*Frustrated to the highest extremes, the creature looks quite close to exploding in anger. Seeing that White Raven does not oblige, he roars one final time towards the night sky and actually does explode.
Into a cloud of swirling mist quickly swept away by the wind.
A most extraordinary outcome.
Now that there's silence again and White Raven is a fair distance away, his nose gives him the first bit of good news this night. His horse is still alive and is located somewhere nearby. Thank Luna it had the common sense to flee.*

[Inu]

<What the hell is this!?>

*I instantly jump away and escape as fast as I can. I'm not an Ahroun, I'm not a knight, I'll run away, hide away and after he's lost me I'll start to chase him. I'll follow him, watch him and kill him if I'm strong enough, or I'll send someone else to kill that fomor if he seems to be too strong. That's my way and its working.*

-1 rage to catch up to his speed

Stamina

Dobás:

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

Run like hell! Dex(4+2)+Athletics(4+1)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 5, 3, 5, 10, 10, 5, 7, 10, 6, 8, 2 (Total = 71)

Dobás:

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

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*The large wolf bites, but an even larger wolf rolls away from his way, desperately trying to communicate and calm his opponent.
However, what leaves his mouth is still a collection of growls, grunts and snarls.
The enemy "lupus" freezes in shock. He slooowly moves his head towards the new direction of his enemy, eyeing him with visibly narrowed eyes.
He suddenly shifts himself, and in a moment's time, the bearded barbarian seen before stands before hispo White Raven.
With axes drawn.*

-/Hun/ So you were the howling little dog! A-ha! In that case, I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PIKE, LUPINE FILTH! FOR PERUUUUN! RRRAAAAARGH!!!!

*With these "words", the wild man continues doing what he's been doing, only with exceptional speed and skill now. He hacks forward with both axes in an attempt to eradicate his sizable foe before he can utilize his likewise impressive weaponry.
While roaring like a madman.*

// Initiation

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10+8 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: (8) + 8 (Total = 16)

// Attack I

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 6, 10, 3, 8, 3, 1, 2, 10 (Total = 45)

// 10s

Dobás:

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

// Attack II

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 8, 6 (Total = 61)

// Damage I + Potence III

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1, 2, 2 (Total = 22)

// Damage II + Potence III

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 12d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 7, 6, 9, 8, 5, 1, 4, 4, 2, 1, 9 (Total = 65)

// Dodge

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 8, 5, 3, 10, 9 (Total = 43)

// 10s

Dobás:

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

Ambience

[Inu]

-1 rage to transform to Hispo

Init

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10+10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: (5) + 10 (Total = 15)

dodge

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 6, 7, 3, 6, 1, 8, 7, 9, 5 (Total = 62)

May I use my spec here to dodge? (Anyway, I think I succeeded.)

*I dance away from his attack while I'm still working on a peaceful solution (since I'm not an Ahroun, and I hate open fights :P)*

-/Gar/ As I said I hunt FOMORI, not Garou! - *I spit the words in anger to show him that I'm not afraid, just want to avoid the blodshed.*

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Confusion seems abudant in this conversation, the shade of doubt enters his gaze for a fleeting moment, but Zoltán himself has plenty of question marks. Primal creatures do not like to be confused. They prefer straight and honest solutions.
Solutions like brutally murdering their opponent.*

</Hun/ Then come and hunt me, Christian filth!>

*With a killer's snarl, Zoltán's nighttime visitor launches himself forward across the smoldering campfire like a dark vulture at a carcass.*

// Initiation

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10+8 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: (4) + 8 (Total = 12)

// Attack I

Dobás:

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

[Inu]

*Still being ready to retreat, I feel myself much more comfortable. As long as we are speaking, I can win without bloodshed.*

-/Hun/ I'm not sure, what you have heard about me, but I can make difference between "witches" and werevolves. And as you correctly pointed out: I'm a witch hunter. - *with a confident smile on my face, I'm waiting for his next "amused snarl".*

*If he thinks that I hunt werevolwes, then he will be surprised. I think I'll enjoy this little conversation.*

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*The large lupus pauses his attack with a growl, which gradually, over the course of a few tense seconds, morphs into a snarl.
An amused snarl. A snarl that becomes a cynical human laughter. Inside Zoltán's head...*

</Hun/ So much for you... brave "witch-hunter"...>

*He truly is talking through some magical way. His lupine mouth is closed, teeth still bared in a grotesque, aggressive grin. He's as ready to jump in any moment as before.*

</Hun/ Have you found your were-wolf, worm? Have you killed it? Or your courage ends when you cross the line into the forest?>

[Inu]

*Missing his last sentence was unfortunate, but this vision gave me an idea. My last chance to save my little pride and try to get along with this Garou:*

-/Hun/ If you attack me, I'll consider you the pawn of the vampires!

*If my last desperate try fails, I have to escape. I won't fight face to face agains't this Garou just because of a fatal mistake. (Of course his mistake.)*

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Zoltán's words, if possible, induce an even deeper, guttural, hate-filled growl. The intruder - or guardian - finally hisses another answer, but in the exact moment the Garou activates his magic.
What he was trying to say will remain a mystery now. Crow's gift slips his mind into a vision effortlessly.
This man can be seen standing on a clearing in full moonlight. A bloody fokos battleaxe can be found in both his hands, but his mouth, his beard, his entire face is soaked with the red fluid of life, too. The Garou can clearly see his desparation, his raw, embarassed, frustrated anger. He looks upon the tiny, silent village standing in this valley, at the dozens of corpses littered around and lifts his head, shouting, howling two words towards the night sky.
"RUSTOVICH!" "TZIMISCE!"
Wild, inarticulate roaring follows, and the barbarian sees to clawing his own face in an uncontrollable frenzy, slashing the very ground with his axes.
Finally... after a short rampage of guilt, he lowers his head and begins his silent march towards that castle on the mountaintop...
Zoltán snaps out of the vision. On the other side of the once were campfire is now a lumbering black wolf snarling, baring his teeth... and getting ready to charge.*

[Inu]

*I wake up suddenly, ready to run or fight, whatever needs to be done. When I realize that I'm not in danger at the moment, my moves slow down to show that I'm not a threat. I look around carefully if he's alone. He should be a Lupus born Garou and in that case his pack is also near. But if he is a Garou...*

-/Hun/ I was allowed to enter to this forest...

*I speak slowly and carefully. Am I close to something sacred? Or he doesn't know about me. Or he's not even a Garou. I have to find it out. First of all...*

Hidden Secret gift (Perc+Manip diff 7)

Dobás:

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

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Finally.
He changes. He runs. He howls.
No longer hindered by the onlooking eyes of "civilization", White Raven can embrace his other self and roam free like the warrior of Gaia he's supposed to be. Snow keeps gritting under his paws, wild game flee in terror at his sight, and the very stars shine down upon him brighter now.
With his guts no longer crying, this truly is a joy.
He's been sleeping for a while after this delightful exercise, when, well into the night, a low, threatening lupine growl awakens him. At first, he perceives this voice as part of his dream, but when a hissing sound accompanies it, and the smell of smoke...
White Raven's eyes snap open. Only to stare right into the rising smoke of his freshly-quenched campfire. The horse is nowhere.
Behind the now-murdered fire sits a short, thickly-bearded man with dark eyes, completely clad in animal furs. When he speaks... it's akin to that very growl heard earlier, only in broken Hungarian.
Full of unveiled hatred.*

-/Hun/ Leave... this place...

[Inu]

*After Crow finds me I always hide in the shadows, make no noise, stalk, listen and kill in silence. But until that time I need to have some real fun.

I rode in a village and had a breakfast as a king, but there is one more thing that I miss. Now, I'm planning to hide my horse in the forest, wait until the night comes, then run freely as a wolf in the silvery light of Luna and greet Her with a full hearted howl. I want her to know that I'm still alive, still ready to fight for her.*

Perc+Alertness:4+4+2

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 2, 1, 1, 9, 3, 8, 2, 6, 4 (Total = 43)

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Zsolt blinks a few more times at the words of sudden departure, but accepts the money all the more eagerly.*

-/Hun/ Lord bless you, sire, you are most generous indeed with us simple folks! Please, allow us to see you out...

*And so he does, alongside some - all - of the farmhands still outside. He continues to babble his words of praise, but it doesn't take a priest's acumen to see his obvious relief.
The lone rider resumes his journey.
In this time of the year, sunset arrives quickly, so by the time Zoltán reaches the far end of the village, the western sky already turns red. Dusk will be here soon, and with it another cold night. The villagers are left behind to their simple lives, simple gossip and simple fears.
The next few hours pass eventless for Zoltán, and he makes good progress on the snow-covered road.
But where does he go?
Looking for that mystical crow? Fleeing his horrid dreams? Chasing his destiny? He probably doesn't know; but what he feels for certain from the depths of his instincts is that the only thing certain other than death will be the dramatic, unavoidable changes coming to his tribe; and maybe the entire Garou race.
He counts not the hours; much like any other day, he leaves the road to find a suitable place for making camp. After the necessary, menial routines, he covers himself in furs near the fire and falls asleep effortlessly.
If dreams must come, let them.*

// Perception + Alertness, if you would.
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