2018.08.29: Evening Patrol
| Evening Patrol | |
|---|---|
| Lleu is called by Sergei to join an evening patrol of the Sept's deep forest. | |
| IC Date | Wednesday, August 29th |
| IC Time | 19:04:01 2018, PDT. |
| Players | Lleutrim, Sergei, Johanna, Nascha |
| Location | Deep Forest |
| Spheres | Shifter, Mortal+ |
Sergei is taking Dragomir and Jake's directives to heart and getting into the Patrol organization business. He's been starting small and tonight he's tapped Lleutrim, Nascha, and Johanna to come out on a patrol in a fairly safe area. He's taking a cub and a kinfolk so he's not going into a hotly contested war zone but maybe there might be something there for the new guy to shred. The group has gathered started out walking in the woods headed south, even further from the city as he walks (hiking in homid for the moment) he explains to Lleutrim "When the Wyrmfoe suggested including you I thought that a good idea. You may not be an warrior born by our standards, but by training amongst human kind you are a warrior trained as they reckon things. Do I have the right of it?"
Nascha has her bow and arrow, and her Numen. What more could a girl need, really? She has on her sturdy boots, long pants, and a long sleeved shirt that will protect her from various wilderness things. Rocky fucking HATES this idea, but lets her do it, because of the company. She's quiet, keeping toward the middle of the group so that pepole can see her so they don't worry about her. NOt that they NEED to, but people tend to anyway
Lleutrim is walking quietly along, watchful and listening to the woods around them as the small group starts out. Sergei's voice turns his head back. Donnachaidh listens, "Wormfoe?" Could be one of the /many/ names George has? "Aye, I'm not afraid of a fight. I can take orders, and used to give them. I've been in a number of combats - though are you right. Garou things are different. I sparred today with Alecto and had a taste of it." He keeps his baritone quite low in volume, "She handed my ass to me but I learned a lot from it."
Johanna is walking along with them, comfortable out in homid form, although on patrol that is a bit different. She dressed for it in jeans, boots and a long sleeved shirt as well. All dedicated clothing for the purpose. She grins to herself, "Howls at High Moon'rhya is no joke. Seen it myself. She is swift and effective." Thankfully, that was not on her. She adds from his question, "Wyrmfoe. It is a position within the Sept. Defiant-Storm'rhya holds it currently. Great guy."
And if Rocky wasn't there Sergei would have left Nascha home. For real, Sergei trusts that if things go too pear shaped he'd pick Nascha up and cart her off out of danger. Nodding in agreement with Johanna "He is the most senior of the Fullmoons of the sept. The Truthcatcher is a fierce fighter that is most certain. Any beating you can walk away from is some sort of valuable lesson."
There is a nod to what Johanna fills him in on, "I know him. Didn't know about the title, thank you Starchaser-rhya." His attention goes back to Sergei and Lleu smiles, "Truthcatcher-rhya warned me she would fight dirty, and she did. I think I surprised her though and maybe I did her more damage back, and lasted longer than she expected. But, you'd have to ask her. She threw all sorts of gifts at me and one of them really hurt like hell. Made it very difficult to fight and stay focused." He continues to walk along and keep his voice low so not to carry.
Nascha can't help but grin, nodding her approval at Lleutrim's story, like a proud big sister as she moves along with them.
Johanna looks over Lleutrim a bit, "Yes, sounds like you learned quite a bit. And you are still moving. All good."
Sergei nods at Lleutrim, also keeping his voice down "A very good experience to have then. The best you can hope for in such things is usually not to embarass yourself. As for tonight's patrol, what have you learned so far about fomori?"
Lleutrim is quiet as they walk and he thinks about Sergei's question, "I don't know much about them really. I gather they are a human or an animal that is possed by a spirit called a Bane, that corrupts them, aligned with the Wyrm. Over time it corrups the mind, the body and the host's spirit? I've never met one that I know of." Donnachaidh is careful in sort of a habitual way about where he places his feet, walking quietly and taking some barely conscious effort not to step on sticks and things. Overall for a man of his size he's very quiet moving in the woods.
Johanna nods, recalling her own battles with fomori. "Nasty creatures." She just shakes her head at the thought of them.
Sergei nods at Lleutrim "Just so. The thing to be aware of is while there are some types that show up often enough to have names their potential variety is endless. When we reach where there was a creature spotted, it used to be a deer before it drank Tainted water, you will have the chance to sneak up on it and kill it. If you wind up needing assistance Nascha has her bow and we will be waiting to join the chase if it comes to that." indicating himself and Johanna.
The former Marine eyes Sergei, "A deer I can handle I think. It's the Bane's corruption part that might hold surprises though, yes?" Lleutrim asks. He has brought no weapons with him so he'll have to make do with the natural weapons his forms can give him. "I'll do my best, Howling-Wind-rhya." And a little stealthing adds spice.
Johanna nods, and is ready. "Tainted water. Peregrine would be most displeased." She awaits to see what happens. "You got this, Lleutrim. We will be here if needed."
Sergei nods at Lleu and asks matter of factly a question that would be insulting to anyone but a cub, and maybe even some cubs "Just so. How much advanced notice will you need to select a form and manage the shift?"
Lleutrim isn't insulted, "If we are fairly close to where it's been, I can go now. Try to pick up it's scent and track it down. I'd start as a wolf I think, see how close I can get, then shift to Hispo. I've ... never tried Crinos, yet. But I'm pretty comfortable with the wolf forms. Are we close enough?"
Johanna hmms a bit, letting Sergei do the leading here. "You will need at least Hispo to take out the fomori." She usually takes them out in Crinos herself, but it is not impossible by any means in Hispo. She looks to Sergei to hear his advice for the cub.
Sergei nods at Lleutrim "Yes, its about a hundred yards off that direction. In wolf form you will be able to smell it. And yes, for fighting it Hispo would be my choice as well. I would not try for Crinos if you're not used to it yet."
"I expect I'm going to need to try it and get used to it at some point. I'll take your advice though and try to stick to Hispo, Howling-Wind-rhya." A nod also to Johanna and a smile for her encouragements. He licks his lips, looks off in the direction Sergei pointed and then begins the shift ... and only gets to Glabro. An irritated look crosses his burly, fugly features and he growls softly in annoyance at himself. That is embarrassing. A slow breath, chill out and wait a few seconds, then push on for Lupus... With a little patience he finally makes it to the form of a large grey wolf with ruddy sides. Lleu sneezes suddenly in disgust, then starts off through the forest at a trot, slowing to a walk as he gets a little further along, scenting carefully. His agouti pelt disappears into the foliage and reappears further on, scenting the ground and the air, pausing frequently to listen, then moving on again. Seeking to track this corrupted deer and moving very quietly.
Lleu is able to get the scent with no problem. It is a rancid and foul thing that used to be a Deer. Its wandering around, looking sickly and mangy, and going through the motions of eating, except instead of taking leaves off plants its leaving some sort of slime behind. Oh and its a stag, with antlers, that have a greenish sheen to the velvet.
Sergei is hanging back with the others, keeping a reasonable distance and staying quiet as Lleu makes his way around
Johanna wants to jump in and help, but this is important for Lleu to learn. She waits, ears open, nose smelling as best it can from here. Quiet.. silent. Waiting.
The poor deer, become a hideous corrupted thing. The thick pelted grey wolf picks up the trail and silently stalks it, getting closer. When he has a good view of it, Lleupine pauses and studies it for a few seconds - as well as what it is doing. The scent is foul. The bits of slime it leaves behind made tracking it easy. Smoothly this time the wolf eases into Hispo, growing much larger and more powerful, about ready to rush out and attack it.
Suddenly the dire wolf breaks from cover and rushes the deer. Like a freight train with teeth and claws, silvery eyes bright and intent on his target! No snarling, no warning he's coming, surprisingly silent as the huge wolf leaps forward with great speed and arrows in for the kill. Jaws open, white teeth against the twilight going for the throat.
In a freak reflex the creature happens to turn at just the wrong angle suddenly, the head and throat swinging up and away. The massive wolf's jaws snap shut on ... air. Just barely missing the startled deer's neck! It looked like the perfect ambush, a strike that was sure to nail the formori and yet chance robs him of sinking his teeth into it. The surprise of ambush is lost.
Of course the tainted deer tries to leap away. Lleu is faster! The big dire wolf recovers at once from his miss, not wasting time on anger or distraction. The garou cub has strong focus. His front paws go out to brace his forward momentum and whipping his head and chest around, tipping his weight back on his haunches, the dire wolf pirouettes on a back foot and twists to lunge after the formori before it can gain speed for escape!
This time the wolf's jaws snap down on flesh, tainted foul, rancid flesh as if the thing were already dead and yet still animated! Fugh! Lleu's teeth rip muscle and hide down it's side and into the flank, wounding the stag horribly. /Now/ the dire wold snarls, eager to get a better bite and force his weight onto the stag to bring it down.
When the demon deer gets a huge bite taken out of one of its flanks it spasams and flails, screaming, kicking Lleu in the side but the hoof skips right off.
The deer kicks and thrashes and Lleu sinks his teeth into it again. It's frenzied thrashing about makes it harder to get a hold of it. His jaws close in and gets mostly the torn up loose skin and muscle he'd already ripped loose. Killing takes a moment longer but Lleu doesn't seem to be in any real danger from they dying stag. Almost like killing a fawn.
Sergei makes his way slowly forward as he hears the god awful noise of the flailing deer-thing stop and offers "This is why Nascha is carrying a water skin, you don't want to rinse your mouth out from that spring."
Lleupine backs off of the thing when he's sure the stag is dead. As before when the Wyld spirits attacked Nascha and Lleu had killed one of those, the taste in his mouth is utterly foul. He wretches, drooling and vomits up the contents of his wolf's stomach, tongue curling and gagging. Nasty. Lleu shakes his head and the dire wolf backs off, then slips back to homid form.
"Oh my God, that's awful! How come I never ran into a deer like that back in Georgia as a regular human hunter?" Lleu wipes his mouth using his arm repeatedly, "Poor buck. There anything we can do for ... you know, it's /original/ spirit?"
Nascha is staying just WAY back. WAY back. She has her arrow knocked, ready, tracking every movement. Even as the battle ends, she stays at the ready from a good 20 yards away
Johanna asks "Howling-Wind'rhya, would like you my pack to help cleanse the spring? We have some experience with that." And it is a big deal with their totem.
Sergei nods at Johanna "Your pack can take care off this one, I will contact Aurora and Freyja about the other that I tracked it from so things can get seen to sooner." Then to Lleu he adds "Unfortunately no, when that kind of transformation occurs the original spirit is consumed beyond retrival."
Nascha's not coming closer to offer her water and Lleu's not about to use the water he's been warned off of. All he can do is lean over, gag and wretch again and keep wiping his mouth. Still, lots of saliva helps, drooling and spitting until he's gotten the worst of it cleared. He gets back to his feet, "I bet I stink as bad as that thing. I can see why people want to use the shower at the kinfolk house. I'm going to need it. What do you do about the body? We can't leave the carcus here."
ROCKY will bring Nascha's canteen. As it is, she's in the tree and Rocky won't let her get any closer. Not a chance. The big lumbering rock thing brings the teensy little canteen, holding it by the strap, and offers it to Lleutrim while Nascha stays put
Johanna nods to Sergei. "The sooner more is cleansed the better. Including the deer body. What would you like done with it, Howling-Wind'rhya?" She defers to him and will do as instructed to help further.
Sergei nods to Rocky and turns back to Lleu "Yes we can. Johanna and her pack are going to see to a cleansing rite for the the damaged area and the body." Then he turns to Johanna "Once the taint is purged burn it and bury the bones along the banks of the stream. Even buried they will be a warning to the wyrm of its failure."
"Thanks, Roc." Lleu'll put out a hand to accept it and use it to rinse his mouth out several times. "Feels like I've been biting bloated, rotted road kill in the ass." He watches Johanna and how she interacts with Sergei, her deferance to his senior status. When he's rinsed his mouth several times, Lleu caps the canteen and hands it back to Rocky, "Thank you also, Nascha." His attention returns to Sergei. Lleu listens with interest.
That's.. yeah. That's pretty m uch what he was biting. Nascha lifts a hand in a sort of salute from up there in the tree, squinting off in the distance. She's the scout. She's quiet and she doesn't have a scent. Hard to know she's there.
Johanna closes her eyes a moment, and then opens them. "Starlight Eyes will join me shortly, and we will take care of this mess. Peregrine will be with us. I will make sure to let you know it is completed." She cannot help but say, "That sounds right on, about the taste. Nasty stuff. But part and parcel of what we do. Someone has to."
Lleutrim grimaces, "I'm going to ask Iris to teach me the dedication rite and then I'm going go dedicate myself a pocket sized bottle of mint mouthwash." He brushes crap off of his shirt and pants as best he can so he might not look too God awful presentable to make it back to the Kinfolk house without turning too many heads. The stench should make people keep their distance at least.
Sergei looks over to Lleu "Depending on tribe, breed, Auspice, sept of origin...every garou will have slightly different customs. Though the intent and ultimate effect are the same. Lets head back, since clean up is handled."
