2018.4.09:BaneBridge
| Bane Bridge | |
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| War party acts as a diversion at a moon bridge | |
| IC Date | April 9, 2018 |
| IC Time | After Dark |
| Players | Dragomir(ST), Halona, Sergei, Brooke, Iris, Alexander, Viator, Astraea, Sasha, Jake Miller, Halle, Terminal Velocity |
| Location | Within the Near Umbra at the entrance to a moon bridge to the Legendary Realm |
| Prp/Tp | Helios' Quest for Halle |
| Spheres | Gaian Garou and Fera |
DISCLAIMER:
My name is Jon - I'm a very cut/dry fast-paced Storyteller. I specialize in WoD combat and dynamic storylines. I run a realistic concept story, with meta-posing for levity and humor. Welcome to challenge me, privately or after the PrP - but please do not disrupt the flow of the scene. Please focus and pay attention so we can move through quickly, if you need to AFK - let me know. If your absence slows down the PrP, I will skip you. This is Risk 2 - which means you CAN die/maim/be eaten by a kraken. It does not mean you auto-consent to such things, I'm not looking to kill you off - but I do want to leave you twitching with nightmares if possible. Participation indicates consent.
SCENE: Bane Bridge
TIME: Current
MOON: Crescent
Dragomir has discussed the matter with Jake (Defiant Storm and Halle) and agreed to run interference so they could enter the Legendary Realm through a moon bridge he knows of. The Silver Fangs have been known to use the Legendary Realm for their Rites of Passage - and Eye of the Storm remembers all too well his own.
A howl to the Wyld and those allied goes out - a call for numbers for a dangerous mission. He explains to those when they arrive, that he does not expect all will walk away from this. The moon bridges to the Legendary Realm are fewer now than ever, and those that still remain are guarded by swarms of Banes to cut us off from our Ancestors. We will have a very short window before they overwhelm us, and we will have to retreat.
Alexander has heard the call to arms, and made all the neccessary introductions of "I am Alexander Ataia, Mahees' Sword, of the Simba. I have heard the call to arms, and seek the opprotunity to defend those I care for by fighting at your side against a common foe." Because, you know, if Banes are on a bridge to there, they can also come /here/ and that means something to him, and assuming they check him out and he checks out (or he wouldn't be here!) and gets what help he needs, be it from Garou or the various Magekin (which you can't swing a dead racoon without coming across) to find his way to the battle.
Like the wind may not be AS sneaky in this form, but she's still pretty fucking sneaky. As usual, she prepares, letting her pack mates who are there know that she's around, but then going straight into Blissful Ignorance. Sheisn't TRULY invisible, but she might as well be. And then there's them razor claws. Mmm hmmmm. Like the Wind, indeed.
Viator likes having a clear objective; it saves him trying to find the enemy. Not that he dislikes that, but for him, having the field narrowed down is preferred so to speak. Garou needing help? That just -amuses- him, though he won't overly let the Garou know of his superiority complex. Not that it is likely they would be surprised a Khan is arrogant and all. He for once..doesn't look cranky, and he even receives a twig of some sort, entwined with medicinal leaves. No doubt to let him step into the Umbra, all the while, he slowly runs his fingers over a chunk of flint. "I am Viator. I hear the call and march to the fife and drum." Then, he's rapidly changing his form, a hulking ..not quite tiger suddenly there, and in earnest, begins to demolish the flint with his claws. Further talks with the old grouch will be difficult, given..the whole lack of speaking bark.
Howling-Wind moves with his alpha and as his alpha directs, stepping sideways and sharpening his claws on stone as he contemplates the carnage to come, steeling himself for battle.
Hearing the call to arms Sasha moved through the woods and area until it was safe to take his larger warform. The Crinos garou moving swiftly towards that source of the howl. His claws drawing along one another sharpening them as he moves to rendevous with the others as he growls low to his packmate <<Come sister, Seems we have a chance to prove ourselves to Typhon already..>> The Ahroun's Lupus given with an edge of that new rage brewing beneath the surface as he moves. Upon arriving Howls with the blood rain stops and looks over the others gathered as his nostrils flare slightly taking in a deep breath.
Hushed Blaze arrives after hearing the call from her Alpha over their pack link. Once she gets there she has shifted to crinos and steps sideways joining her pack and those that came to offer the assist as well. A thin black belt appears to be around her waist.
Iris skulks in in Glabro, looking all rough and tumble, and probably actually did tumble down a hill at one point. Course, she's usually dirty, so it's no big shock. Her quiver of arrows is on her hip, loaded only with her Bane Arrow talens. "Sup. Iris, Fury Theurge and stuff." Yeah, she's skipping all the formality of introductions for now. After all, if she gets a tentacle through the brain, who's gonna care how she introduced herself? Before getting ready to slip into the umbra, she asks, "Healer, so if anyone decides to get a big hole in them, I'll try and help." And with that, she attempts to unfurl her wings. Just in case.
Iris succeeds with winging, and sprouts a bigass pair of white doves wings. Which do NOT kick her ass this time.
Astraea smirks a bit as she rolls her shoulders as she had her hands on the back of her head. Licking her lips she nods. <<Sounds like a party, brother....>> At that she starts to shift then and smirks as she shifts into that chinos form. By the time she steps through, she's in that larger form. Luna's Arrow carries her, now compared to her, small bow and quiver in her hands. Around her neck was what looks liked a claw shape dagger of some sort.
Dragomir / Eye of the Storm stands in Crinos form, unusual for the normally calm leader of the Silver Fang tribe. Leather bands wraps his biceps and forehead, with feathers of birds of prey hanging from them. The Garou looks ready for battle, even more so than normal. "The location is not far from here. When we approach, we will only have a short amount of time. Defiant Storm and Halle will be trying to cross on my howl. ormally I would suggest we work together, today we must spread out and draw the banes away from the gate." He turns to look to you all. "Today we fight before the gates of the Legendary Realm, may our Ancestors hear our glory and witness our might!" (Activating Luna's Armor, Resist Pain, and Silver Claws - for log reference.)
As the group approach the moon bridge, it appears to be in an old cemetery of some kind. The moon-light from the crescent face of Luna provides barely enough light to see in the misty area. A dense and eerie fog seems to surround this location and the scent of the Wyrm is strong enough here to choke those of the Wyld. As the group approaches, Eye of the Storm throws back his head and howls for Defiant Storm and Halle to get ready, and to draw the banes from their rest.
Bit by bit, all around the dilapidated marker stones, the ground begins to split open and an eerie green luminescence emerges from spots all around the cemetery as the dead begin to rise. Twisted and mutilated corpses encased in a green flame animate with jerky motions and horrifying awareness of those that have come so close. (Anyone wishing to make a Intelligence + Lore Spirit roll, may do so now! Diff 6)
Hushed Blaze concentrates and with a ripple, her fur turns into steel. She takes this all very seriously, and sticks not far from her Alpha and pack.
Viator doesn't really grasp what is being said; they speak in barks and whines, they should learn the majesty of growls and purrs like he uses. But when the garou move? So shall he, if they cross into the Umbra? So shall he. Except his fur seems dense, tinted a hue other then his normal grayish white, and he seems to be sticking close to Iris. She is really the only wolf here he knows to any extent, and he trusts she will some how, communicate any thing desperately important to him. When the dead begin to rise though? Viator begins chuffing, claws pricking away at the turf beneath him in anticipation..kneading..like a happy house cat.
Iris fails to center herself, but she can knock an arrow, so she does that, and says quietly (in English) to the group as the banes start to do their whack-a-mole routine, "Guard yourself against fire, those sickly green flickering things are Furmlings, completely insane, corrupted fire elemental types. There's going to be balefire for *miles* here, friends.
From pretty much literally out of nowhere, a gigantic hispo latches onto one of the Furmlings. She gives her head a mighty shake and rips a good little chunk out of the bane.
Eye of the Storm closes in swiftly and brings down one of his brutal silver claws of judgement to cleave through the bane. He growls out his orders, "Draw them out!" as he starts to step slowly backwards and tauntingly of the powerful bane.
Howling-Wind isn't going hard and fast yet, he moves in a measured fashion to close with one and darts out a claw to touch it lightly and he breathes on it, the icy gift of wendigo begining to coat and smother the creature.
Hushed Blaze takes her attack to the first bane that comes at her, and while she manages to hit it, it does no damage! Damn! She will have to really give it more with her next attempt.
Viator plows right into the fight, fire? He saw napalm burn things in the Nam. Spiritual fire? Fuck that. He had an objective, he would complete it, and the massive feline is just roaring as he rends with his claws. It's hard to miss some thing that might be closing in on the half ton plus mark, right? He's also clearly enjoying the situation as he claws and teeth flash about.
The furmlings lumber towards the garou, the possessed dead of these elementals is horrifying to behold. Not least of which, is the belch of balefire that licks off their bodies and is slung towards each of the targets. The burning flames stick like napalm does to kids - and the toxin fire hisses and burns away at the fur and skin beneath whatever it touches. The feel of the Wyrm's flames enraging. (Those injured may regain a rage for being wounded)
Defiant Storm and Halle make their way swiftly to the entrance to the moon bridge, struggling to fight their way through will not be easy. Halle will have to rely on her connection to Jake to make it through, which is slowing them down. So far, the banes haven't noticed them - the distraction team is keeping them at bay. As the balefire is hurled around, and the skeletal creatures lumber ever forward they grow more enraged and thirsty to reduce these Wyld servants to puss and ash, hungry to devour them.
Howling-Wind attempts to claw his opponent as it reaches out to touch him and he calls out >>They are too difficult to try and kill. Defend and hold, we only need time.<<
Viator is pushing through fire as he keeps up his assault, teeth entering into the fray, seeking to rip chunks of the abomination away. Though he spares a glance to those they are meant to ensure reach their goal. Fire? Fire isn't very nice.
Eye of the Storm hearing Howling-Wind's call, starts to back off, and looks around to assess the damage. He moves swiftly towards Iris and Alexander to intercede the banes that are attacking them. "Pull back.. cover those that are wounded if you can. We need to hold out just a little bit longer!"
<Terminal Velocity> Eye of the Storm says, "Howling-Wind, cover Hushed Blaze. Like the Wind, cover Viator."
<Terminal Velocity> Eye of the Storm says, "Hushed Blaze, drop back and get to healing."
<Terminal Velocity> Hushed Blaze says, "Yes, Alpha"
Furmlings are easily the most aggressive and one of the deadliest banes to encounter. They are unrelenting, hard to damage and brutal in their blasts. The only saving grace, is they aren't particularly fast.. but fleeing wasn't an option just yet. Eye of the Storm calling for the group to hang in just a little bit longer, as his pack is ordered to cover the others with their lives and stay vigilante against this pressing offensive. The acidic flame burning away at the Garou's white fur - injured but too focused to even realize that he is. "They're almost through.. defensive stance!.. hold them off!"
Meanwhile, Defiant Storm and Halle are nearly through the bridge, and some other banes have taken notice and are moving swiftly towards them to attack. When Merlin is seen swooping towards the bridge, and intercepts the three banes to fight to fend them off from it!
Like the Wind slips over to cover Viator. She rams into the bane looming over him and reaches to grab, knocking them both to the ground while she gets ass-blasted by the one that's been dancing with her for the last little bit
Astraea had been busy. After dropping her bow and quiver, she had struck one with her claw....only snatch that dagger off her neck to strike at the other...but missed. Growling she quickly strikes at another, taking hits without even flinching. But then she see's one on her pack Alpha. Jumping in front of him she takes that hit only to retaliate with her own attack on the creature that struck her.
Howling-Wind is engaging multiple opponents now, intercepting blows meant for his allies and pack mates. His spiritual strength and swiftness of body have him always where the plan needs him to be and he howls >>WEEENNNNDIIIIGOOOOOOOO!<<
Viator isn't giving completely into tunnel vision, but he is throwing his weight around -especially- after he feels like some thing tried to ignite him..and now Wolves are trying to help him avoid further such situations. With Iris having saved Alex, he tries to return the favour by savaging the abomination of fire pursuing her before swirling around to lock fangs into the one who originally spewed fire at him. Viator is still keeping eyes on those they are meant to ensure reach their objective. To him they are still a viable force to actually fulfill their oaths! Also ROAR! GROWL! Tiger Noises.
The attack was successful, the group waged battle on the Wyrm long enough to distract them - so that Defiant Storm and Halle going access the moon bridge. Who knows what they'll face in the Legendary Realm, but the Heroes of today, have fought gloriously!
Eye of the Storm howls again, calling the retreat and orders his pack to cover the retreat, with him at the point. Merlin swoops in defense of the moon bridge, holding the banes at bay with the help of Zheleznaya Gora, Silver Fang Elder Hero of the Third War of Rage - battling to keep it long enough for Jake and Halle to return.
The banes chase, as long as they can - but can't keep up with the Garou before they are forced to return to the Gate and their slumber until the next fool crosses their path.
The moon bridge closes behind them, and the race back to the Caern for healing takes the last bit of energy most of them have left. They dance too closely to death today, some wounded more grievously than they've ever felt before. To flirt so openly with death, for what could have so easily been a suicide mission. The things we do for Gaia. The extent we combat the Wyrm. The price... paid, today at least.
Iris fly-stumble-flap-trips her way into the caern with an unconscious homid Alexander in her big huge furry arms, massive white wings bedraggled and her fur and skin burned and melted in big huge patches. She gets a slight head start here ahead of the other garou.
Journey comes out of the inner areas of the Sept carting a large suitcase style medical kit, flanked by a number of Kinfolk. "Okay, it's a code Seven people, inbound warparty. Unknown, and no Triage was done so we're taking them as they come. Roll out those mats there." He says, pointing people to move. When Iris brings the first in, he meets them and brings Alexander in, "Okay talk to me what we got?" He says, moving to start work.
Iris collapses in a painful skid and unfortunately unceremoniously dumps the incapacitated Alex onto the ground, flumping down into her breed form and instantly regretting the decision. She opens her mouth to answer Journey, and then just hurls from stress and pain. Right there, on the ground. While hacking up everything she's ever eaten EVER, she answers, "Balefire..." she mumbles and looks back over her shoulder, offering the incoming pack an awkward wave. Hey, wussup, y'all.
Eye of the Storm steps out of the Umbra soon afterwards, directing the war party through as well. The Garou is badly wounded, but doesn't seem to be feeling it currently. The sickening green balefire burns all down his pristine white fur. Bands of leather at along his arms and over his head where burned bird feathers dangle. "We have many wounded coming in!" he calls, and motions as they come through - directing his group towards a cleansing area to be purged of taint before they can be healed. His own silver claws fading now, as the pain starts to set in and he shrinks out of his war form. Seeing Journey he declares, "They made it through Shaderunner'rhya." as though that was what was important.
Viator will revert to his homid form as soon as he can; because it lets him speak with the Garou, a smile is shot towards Iris. "Thank you Pancake." he says, gesturing at Alexander, as he approaches the man, his own wounds are slight, well..in comparison to others. "With your leave, I will take my Cousin to one of our own." He says, not to aggressively, but he clearly feels the need to keep the healing to their own. Or maybe he wants to report to some one of his people. Who knows. Bastet things. "He will be well taken care of." He hopes, he's just waiting to see if any oppose him taking the man with him.
Astraea makes her way through, slowly shifting back to her more human state thought still almost six feet tall. That Greek-American woman is dragging her bow and quiver with her. Panting softly, she quickly looks behind her. "Sasha?" That slightly accented voice rings out as she looks to her packmate. "Come on....you go before me when it's out turn...."
Hushed Blaze steps out of the Umbra and shifts back as soon as she can. Still hurting, but protecting her belly, which is ok - but will go for a check up ASAP! She takes the nearest seat.
Journey hisses at the looks of the Garou coming in, "Balefire protocols, now." He announces as Kinfolk start getting out heavy aprons. He looks to Viator, then Alexander, and back, "He is extremely close to dying, Viator. Here. Now. I'm glad and thankful the trip here didn't snuff him. You DO know what you're asking? You could kill him and not mean to."
Like the Wind straggles in behind most of the others. She's wounded, but not BADLY. And she's feeling no pain. Some singed fur, some greeny spots, but otherwise, she seems just almost chipper. Almost.
Howling-Wind was the last one out, not carrying anyone because he needed his hands free to keep the enemies busy and distracted, calling gusts of cutting icy wind to push them back as he howls >>WENDIIIIGOOOOOOOOOO.<< Dropping through the gauntlet, pristine and unmarked once they return to the caern's space. He's practically vibrating he's so pleased.
Viator just gives what is now his normal expression at Journey, grouchie! He's good at that. "He survived this long, he'll survive the trip to see his cousins. You have done more then expected when your own kind was being cut down. I assure you; he won't die. I will call for help the moment I am beyond your caern. But he must be seen to, and others of my kind may not be ..happy if I left him here." Or they'd tell Viator -he- has to stay put. Then he begins to move forward, so he can carefully pick up Alexander, a grunt is given as the adrenaline of combat wears off, reminding him he got all crispy there. "I believe Pancake..I owe you dinner." He says, beginning to stride away. Rather hurriedly; given he needs to get out of the Caern to use a phone.
Journey begins passing around Vials. "Clear Waters, everyone with Balefire. Right now. Balefire is notorious for scarring, this won't prevent that, but will work to keep it from being vital." He looks to Viator, "You don't even want him stabalized, your head be it." He backs off of Alexander. "Done." He does have a sense of proper medical descency.
Howls with the Blood Rain comes out of the umbra shortly after his packmate Astraea, The Shadow Lord seeming to have made sure she made it across before slipping over with the others and finally out of that realm of Spirit. The ahroun not yet shifting down as he crouches and nods looking over the other injured before looking down over his burned fur and flesh where the balefire had kissed. Moments later Sasha is shifting down into his normal state most saw him in giving a low growl, "I'll be fine Astraea, you get healed first. We all got to get it done eventually.." The words edged in rage and that hint of pain.
Halona switched back to Homid at some point and she takes the vial, slurping it down. As Viator speaks, her dark eyes look toward the fallen and she frowns. She looks as if she might speak, but she's FAR from the one in charge, so instead, she just watches and waits quietly, eyes ticking from Journey to Dragomir, down to Alex.
Iris mostly just tries not to throw up in Alexander's huge gaping wounds, and tells Viator like the blunt bitch she is, "Dumbass." in response to moving the grievously wounded from one perfectly ready hospital to a different one. Not that there's heat in the statement or anything, she just lacks filters of any particular kind.
Viator twitches a bit, well, to be fair twitching might be normal when you got hellfired, and he sighs quietly, looking at Alex, gently placing him back down. "I will wait then, but he will require a place of safety for some time." He says and glances at Iris, she called him a name! "I'm not a dumbass, I merely wish to bring him to Haroun's care." Because Haroun out ranks him, and even he acknowledges he should be reporting to that. "Would it be best if I moved beyond the caern, to contact Haroun?" He asks Journey.
Feeling the pain run through him, Dragomir bites it back just a bit longer before he starts to make his way towards Brooke to check on her, no doubt to make sure she didn't over tax herself. "You're done. Last combat for a while Hushed Blaze." He reaches down for a handful of Sept dirt, and motions towards her leg where she was wounded and rubs the dirt into the wound. Then he grins, "But now you have something to remember it by." He looks around and asks, "Any others experiencing their first wounds, and wish to remember the glory and honor of it?"
Journey passes out Vials, and looks to Viator, "Yes, you go talk to Haroun. Have a Guardian walk you out." He nods and the INSTANT Viator turns Journey drops, and pours the Vial down Alexanders throat, and focuses on healing.
Chuckling a bit, Astraea looks to the large Russian and nods. "Fine...." Exhaling she takes a few steps but finally just...comes to her knees. Licking her lips she closes her eyes and just....stay kneeling there. This was a good spot. For now. Walking? No not right now.
Brooke nods to Dragomir, "I understand Alpha. It was worth it to stand by you all. I will do all I can to support." She winces a bit with the dirt in her wound, but sucks it up.
Sasha's eyes draw over to Dragomir hearing his question, The Ahroun looking briefly to Astraea focusing upon her a moment before he begins to move over towards the Silver Fang. His right hand lifting slightly the Russian trying to not move it too much to avoid the discomfort of the burns across the top of his arm and shoulder. "Da, I will remember this."
Astraea slowly pushes herself back up as she looks to Drogomir. "Me....I do...." A wince as she bows her head slightly. "I want to remember..." Clearing her throat she smiles slightly.
Howling-Wind is pacing around the edges of the group, in crinos still but his tail is wagging. It looks a little silly but he's thrilled so he doesn't care.
Iris turns to look at Dragomir, *covered* in burns, and answers him totally honestly in the affirmative: "I hate you so much right now." Which more or less translates into fine, jam some dirt in me, damn it, JUST PICK A SPOT!
Journey focuses on the healing and as Alexander reacts to it, he drifts between consciousness and half wakefulness depending on where the hell the Player is. This is an optimal outcome.
Journey pops up to his feet fast enough to BOUNCE and moves to Iris, handing her a vial, and a canteen and putting a hand on her head, "On your feet. Time to start healing.
Iris chugs like a pro! Healing, de-tainting, at least none of this tastes like cherry NyQuil. "Oooooh shit that's awesome." she breathes, getting up to her feet, wiping some vomit off her chin, and then goes to help with healing alongside Journey. Assuming he hasn't roadrunnered through the patient list yet!
Dragomir nods towards Brooke, clapping her shoulder proudly. He makes his way towards Astrea and Sasha, and stops to nod towards Howling-Wind, "Well done Howling-Wind, you got everyone back safely. Be proud." A glance to Like the Wind, and a nod of approval, "You fought well Like the Wind."
Then he pats Iris' shoulder and grins, "Excellent work getting the wounded back here." Then he stops at Astraea and Sasha and picks up dirt to grind into their wounds. "May you continue to be glorious, and wear these scars proudly." He turns to look towards Sasha, firmly - but nods after a quiet moment. "You fought well. It is good to see my assessment of you wasn't mistaken."
Then he offers his hand towards Astrae and says, "We have not been properly introduced. I am Dragommir Mihailovich, rited Eye of the Storm. Adren Silver Fang Philodox, and Alpha of Terminal Velocity."
Halona just nods once, licking her lips once she's downed the stuff and she rolls her head around her shoulders a time or two to loosen up as the adrenaline sort of washes out of her. "Thank you, Alpha." That's all she says before she turns her head to check on Sergei, giving him a little 'yay' sort of smile.
Howling-Wind nods enthusiastically at his Alpha and lets out a little howl of victory. Leaving the proper singing to Brooke of course but he's feeling great.
Heal the other Healers first, dose them with a Spirit Brew and send them healing off. Journey moves off from Iris and rises, looking for more healing targets.
Iris only knows of Brooke as another healer, so she goes for Prego Fantastico! She hands her a flask of clear water, and lays on some hands. (Brooke what's your rage?)
Viator comes back, sans phone, having informed one of his Elders of what transpired and moves to pick at a patch of skin that is burned. "As bad as White Phos." he remarks to him self and begins to peel off his shirt to try and examine him self, how badly he got crisped. Scars? Well, the guy has a fair few, and in a way it's amusing to watch him try and see the extent of the balefire on his body with out a mirror. He's sort of going in annoyed circles and hissing at the occasional burst of pain.
The large Russian settles in watching as the others get their rites of wounding not yet realizing that his rite of wounding had not taken. The large man settling in watching as others get their healing waiting until his packmate is healed before finally moving to get healed himself.
Dragomir looks to Viator and says, "Worse.. it carries taint more intensely than most anything else.. you'll want it fully cleansed and properly healed." Then he turns to look towards Halona and walks up, patting her shoulder. "You fought bravely, defended others, and obeyed your Alpha." he lifts the dirt and rubs her cheek firmly, ".. and you even brought him a scar to remember it by." he grins brutally. Then he looks around and says, "You should all be proud of yourselves.. Gaia was gracious today, we all returned. May Defiant Storm and Halle be so lucky."
Journey walks over, passing Sasha, putting a hand to the mans shoulder, in passing, healing touch flooding him and Journey nods to the man and thumps a fist into his shoulder lightly, "Good." He says as he moves on. stepping to Astraea, smiling as he move sin for healing. Now he's pinballing through people, healing left and right, quite literally.
Brooke breathes in deep as Iris heals her up. She looks to her new scar and then finds her way to her feet and is ready to heal anyone else left.
Taking that deep breath she just smiles at that rite. A slight wince and she looks to Sasha with a smile. As her healing came, she just....exhales softly. Once she was healing, back to the ground she sat. Astraea needed to just...sit a moment. Oh wait....Sasha was healed. Time to run probably.
Viator looks at Dragomir, eyes slowly blinking. "I believe our methods of cleansing the Wyrm are similiar..but I can heal my own wounds." Alright, Viator doesn't want to sit there -licking- him self and hacking up burnt flesh in front of the Garou, because now they are all -looking- rather human..but he seems very perplexed why they are rubbing dirt on each other. It would seem Viator has never seen these rituals before. Or his memory is bad, because he's old and no one brought Geritol.
When he feels Journey come up behind him bringing his hand out to his shoulder Sasha glances over his shoulder to look to the man offering a smile as he sighs feeling that heling touch. His gaze turning back to focus on his packmate watching as Astraea is healed, The large Russian begining to make his way over to the Furie.
Journey smiles to Viator, nodding, "That's your choice. Enjoy the taste of Balefire." He looks to Alexander, then back, "He's stable and can be moved, but he is still heavily tainted, as are you." He looks to Dragomir, and reaches out, touching him. There.
Once Halona's gotten some dirt rubbed on it so she can walk it off, Iris does the walking it off for her with a little Paladin action, laying on hands at all. Afterwards, she chugs that delicious spirit brew Journey gave her to regain her spiritual mojo.
Dragomir nods his head deeply in respect to Journey when he's healed. "Thank you Shaderunner'rhya. You and the kinfolk who were prepared for us." He nods his head respectfully to those assisting Journey as well. "I will give you my full report on how things went soon." he assures the Elder. Then he turns to look towards Viator and nods his head, "You fought well Viator Khan of the Bastet. As did your injured." the observation made, perhaps the closest thing to a compliment one might get from a Silver Fang garou.
Viator actually did bite some of the peculiar things he has not encountered before, but he doesn't think that is what Journey means. "I will wait for the cleansing rituals." He mutters at Journey. Then Dragomir is speaking and he looks at him, blinking a few times. "As did your kin." He says, gesturing to indicate he means all, not just Dragomir's specific tribe. "Tell me; do you intend to move against them again? To purge them entirely?" Viator is looking about again before glancing at Journey. "Do your purification rites involving more then .." He has to think, he doesn't want to piss off the Wolves, but he's having problems finding the proper word. "I suppose what is considered prayers? Some cultures have elaborate rituals." He says, yes indeed they do.
With healing about wrapping up, Iris stands up straight to pop her back, and offers Dragomir a fist bump. He may not know what to do with that gesture, the telephone pole rammed way up his ass might be blocking that knowledge, so she looks that ranking Fang right in the eye and tells him like a sassy teenager, "We got set on fire. You tap that fist right now in solidarity, you penis packing hero, you." Oh that's right. She went there. And would you believe in a thoroughly respectful way? It's not the words, it's the tone. As for Journey, he's gonna end up getting a hug, mainly for not mentioning her pile of puke that's still on the ground, which she will um... go cover with kitty litter in a minute. Or something.
Journey nods, looking to Dragomir, then turns and gets into his satchel. "Okay, we're ALL in for a Cleansing, me included now. Fortunately we have some of the best waiting in the wings for it." He says, and looks to Viator, nodding, "All that you need to is wait. We can handle all of it." He says, and turns, "Send word to Mara, Cleansing time."
Then he gets hugged in passing and he chuckles.
Dragomir nods and offers, "Yes.. after encounteres with the Wyrm.. we must be cautious to cleanse the taint off us. Otherwise it complicates matters further, and endangers our kin. The Guardians will ensure we are cleansed." he motions to the Warder and the others. Then he turns to look towards Iris, and grins a bit at the gesture - he lifts his hand and 'fist'-bumps her a bit awkwardly, "That might be the nicest thing a Black Fury has ever called me." he winks to her and smiles. He nods to Journey and motions for the pack and others to close in, "Of course Shaderunner'rhya." and follows his Elder obediently.
Viator will simply settle down to sit..and then lay out on the cooler grass, watching the sky. "I would kill for a Burrito right now." He just says to him self, he's already letting the tension go and returning to have that grouchy look on his face. With a good bit of Paranoia as he watches Iris. You know, because you can't trust Pancake. "Pancake, when this is finished, shall we get some Burritos?"
BaneBreaker the Metis Clubbed foot Mistress of the Rite swiftly makes a circle of Bones and Teeth and Feathers and moves with an eerie grace for her deformity. Calling on her Uktena training, she performs the Ritual and releases an immense amount of power, cleansing everyone.
The large Shadow Lord stops a few feet from Astraea moving to settle in near his packmate as he looks over the others watching them closely even as the ritualists close in to begin readying things for the rite of cleansing.
Howling-Wind figures he should wait to be cleansed even if he doesn't need to be healed so he waits for the Ritemistress, settling down into his breed form to lounge with the others.
Iris grins at Dragomir, while her wings fluff up a bit in expressive joviality before folding against her back, shrinking, and melding into her skin to become the elaborate white wings tattoo that's always on display. And once cleansing happens and she feels like a neeeeeeew woman, she goes to get something to pour on her vomit, because seriously. No one should have to clean up garou puke.
Sasha waits for the cleansing to be completed before he raises up clasping Astraea on the shoulder as he tells her, "Go get a shower and some rest Astraea, We will go over our assessements of tonights fight tomorrow over lunch." The large man lifting his hand away looking over the others ofering a small wave to the others. A brief pause given as his gaze settles upon Dragomir. His head dipping respectfully to the Alpha of Terminal Velocity, "It was good to fight with you tonight, And soon..we have that spar." Despite the fight and everything the Shadow Lord not forgetting his future fight with the Silver Fang before he begins to head for the exit of the caern.
Viator shifts when Iris goes off, sitting up to look at the others. "No one else is hungry?" He glances at Journey..he who provides BBQ. Except he now can't -really- call Journey that, Journey can cheat and understand him, even as a Tiger.
Journey waits through the Cleansing silently and when it goes off he sits there a moment, thinking, looking around as, in tradition, the group starts breaking up. He then starts tending to Alexander, taking the mat he's on and in a rather.. dark piece of clever engineering, turns into a carrying litter, or bodybag.
