2019.10.11 Penumbra Patrol Mission
| Penumbra Patrol Mission | |
|---|---|
| Bryan has come to help Dragomir patrol around the Penumbra near Pennington Tower | |
| Players | Bryan ST, Dragomir |
| Location | Penumbra near Pennington Tower |
| Spheres | Gaian Garou Kinfolk |
MOON: Full Moon, Rage diff 4 (3 if Ahroun and/or Crinos)
Here in the Penumbra, the world is reflected beneath the bright light of Luna's full face over head - Dragomir sent word that he was concerned of threats in around Pennington Tower with the recent sighting of the bane. He intends to start patrolling the area, and invited an old friend to come along to join him. They found each other when each were lost for various reasons, and by whatever means - they managed to return together.
The cast reflection of the city block, with buildings stretching and webs strung along the walls and down to the ground - tiny spiders crawling along surfaces and through reflective pools where windows would be. The tiny crackle of electricity from the spiders running the lines where the power is, and the shadows of other spirits in the area. Though there is a general absence of Gaian spirits here, little at all.
It's been a while, hasn't it? Bryan hasn't really spoken to Dragomir other than those brief couple of moments here and there, but when he called, Bryan came. Bryan is not terribly fancy. He fights with his claws, with his gifts, with his teeth. And he's pretty fucking good at it, too. So along he comes, as soon as his patrol is over, ready as he will ever be for this sort of thing. He checked out the Umbra in Smoke and Barley and went over from THERE, rather than anywhere else and now comes, checking his way along in not just the Umbra, but all the worlds. It's a neat little trick he doesn't talk about much. Things are observed, noted, filed away, as he seeks the Athro
Dragomir nods to the other man, in the illumination of Luna's gaze over them. "Welcome Chases the Wind. Thank you for coming." He motions his hand around and says, "Your expertise in the Umbra certainly rivals mine.. and the list for those I trust has grown incredibly small as of late." He is wearing a track suit, and holding a Crystal Javelin in his off half-gloved hand. "Last night I encountered a Fomori near the Smoke and Barley. I am not sure what his intention was, but I have the feeling he was just a scout for another group. No doubt the Wyrm has gotten wind of what has transpired, and likely seek to exploit that advantage now - especially with the threat of War looming heavily. I want to start patrolling this area, and specifically look for any signs of taint or those tainted that might be operating here." He points towards the Alley where the confrontation occurred, and shows the pike where the creature's head rests. "My offering to Eagle, though he does not favor me still. I hope he can at least appreciate I am still doing his work for him." He shrugs.
Bryan's gaze wanders that way and he looks over the alleyway from where he stands. He nods, shaggy hair bobbing down into his face, which he sweeps away with a hand. He isn't an overly emotional sort. There is no growling in that direction. He just nods. "You're probably right," he agrees. "I still give chiminage to Peregrine. And after this patrol, Gaia willing, you and I still need to talk about stuff. I worry about you."
Dragomir begins walking, scanning the area carefully as they move and searching for spiritual oddities. "You will rarely find a truer form of me than when I am passing judgment or on the battle field Chases the Wind. Ask your questions, I will spare you no truth." The half-gloved hand motions and he offers, "We should keep our eyes fresh though, none the less." He suggests as he pauses to consider one of the nearby buildings skeptically.
<Storyteller> Dragomir says, "Each can roll Perception + Alertness (Vision-based)"
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Dragomir rolls Perception(5) + Alertness(5) (10 dice) vs 3 for 4 successes. 1 1 1 +3 +4 +5 +7 10 10 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Bryan rolls Perception + Alertness vs 6 for 6 successes. 4 5 5 +6 +7 +7 +8 +9 +9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<Storyteller> Dragomir says, "Results: Dragomir hears noises coming from up ahead at one of the alleys nearby, the sound ends up being two city gafflings snarling and growling at each other in disagreement over something or another. Bryan though finds a small park where a few trees have been planted as part of beautification and naturalization initiative that has been done here. One tree, was awakened and has been surviving here - though now a cluster of strange blow willowy entities swirl in and around the tree, seeming to zap its energy away bit by bit as though they were tormenting it or feeding off it slowly."
<8> “Bitter” Banes – Spirits of Spite and Resentment
Rage: 8 – Gnosis: 6 – Willpower: 6 – Essence: 20
Charms: Airt Sense, Armor, Blast, Reform, Incite Frenzy
Image: At first they manifest black smoky entities, and loose representations. Though as they feed, they begin to take on more elaborate images of the greatest source of spite or resentment in the area.
History: Spite and Resentment have existed since the beginning of time, the first birth of anger – unleashed by the great corruptor to tip the scales and influence those into frenzy and loss of control. All to feed the insatiable hunger.
Habitat: Bitter Banes are drawn by strong emotions of anger, spite or resentment. Large out flowings, like public executions, demonstrations, wars and conflicts and the like tend to draw groups of these banes to feast off the hatred and anger that pours out.
Taboos: This spirit will avoid great efforts or displays of compassion, forgiveness, or selfless kindness.
Attitude: Highly aggressive, antagonistic, and refusal to listen or communicate with any level of reasoning. All attempts to communicate with them, are often met with screams or shrieks of fury and unbridled violence.
Chiminage: It is hard to say what form of attention these banes crave, their hunger is never satiated.
Special: They regain 1 essence, for every point of rage spent near them. They regain 1 essence every time a frenzy test is failed. If an opponent actually succumbs to frenzy, they go into frenzy themselves and double their damage
Bryan shakes his head, eyes scanning here, then there, methodically. He UNDERSTANDS the Umbra and what is and was and should be and should definitely not be. "No questions. I just want to check on you. See how you're doing. I know none of this can be easy."
Dragomir pauses for a moment, looking at the two angry gafflings and looks confused. He starts to move forward, beginning to reach up his half-gloved hands. He begins trying to spirit speak to calm them down, and instead they both turn and snarl at him. He takes a step backwards and offers, "Got a bit of a situation over here Chases the Wind.. " having not seen the other problem. Then he adds, ".. a pretty confusing situation." Not understanding why they are so angry.
"Over there too," Bryan says. "Look a the tree." He looks ready, but isn't quite ready to attack just yet. "There's a whole picture here we need to look at before we engage if we can, Eye of the Storm," he says, waiting.. waiting.. This isn't his show and he isn't willing to just attack without either orders or VERY clear cause.
<Storyteller> Dragomir says, "Players may roll Intelligence + Lore Spirit vs 6, or Intelligence + Lore Wyrm vs 8 for information. Each roll will provide different information."
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Bryan rolls Intelligence + Lore Spirit vs 6 for 1 successes. 1 1 2 3 4 +6 7 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Dragomir rolls Intelligence(5) + Lore Wyrm(3) (8 dice) vs 8 for 4 successes. 3 4 6 7 +8 +9 +10 +10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<Storyteller> Dragomir says, "Bryan has spent enough time around spirits to recognize at least the fundaments of what's going on here. This appears to be a gaggle of banes, and they looks like they are feeding off the local population. The gafflings may have been appetizers.. left low on essence, and furious as they are. (I will pose Dragomir's knowledge)"
Dragomir turns to look back when Bryan called for his attention. A frown traces his expression, and he lifts his hand to gesture Bryan back away. "Bitter Banes.. they are spirits of Spite and Resentment. They are drawn by such emotions, and feast on everything in the area. They have a relentless appetite, only dwarfed by their unyielding anger. They feed off strong emotions of anger around them. We must try to resist using our Rage, else we will incite them only further. We must also get rid of them, else they will devour everything in this area in little time." He growls lightly, glancing up to the full face of the Luna and he offers, ".. all beneath a full moon." Knowing that's only going to make it so much harder to do this. "Be ready.. if either of us starts to frenzy, we must stop the other before we do. Do you understand brother?"
Bryan nods, listening, head canted to the side, watching each thing in turn. "Yeah, I got it." His eyes tic to each little area, looking for any little details. "I'm usually pretty okay. I don't frenzy as easily as a lot of Galliards." He taps his chest. "Blame my little hippie heart. I can get above them. Go top down while you hit them from... maybe from the side?"
Dragomir considers, pondering the situation and says, "There's too many of them. If we split up, we will allow them to perfectly surround us. We should stay close.. utilize a natural barrier to our backs, and limit how many can reach us at once. This.. this may be more than we can handle Chases the Wind. You owe me nothing brother, perhaps you should warn the others and come back with reinforcements." He suggests, as though he was not going anywhere. No doubt, his mate and sons are not far from here, and no doubt they are probably drawn by Felicity's anger alone. The Javelin is activated in his hand, beginning to gleam with a startling light brighter than the moon - as though he was carrying the sun with him now.
<Storyteller> Dragomir is activating his Crystal Javelin (Gnosis 8)
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Dragomir rolls Gnosis(10) (10 dice) vs 8 for 5 successes. 1 4 6 7 +8 +9 +9 +10 +10 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
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<OOC> Bryan says, "Calm. Mindspeak. Seizing the edge. Unified Force. Resist pain. Spirit of the Bird just in case. Luna's Armor."
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Bryan rolls Charisma + Empathy vs 10 for -1 successes. -1 2 3 4 4 5 6 8 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Bryan rolls Stamina vs 6 for 2 successes. 4 +7 +8 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<OOC> Eye of the Storm will be using Leather Bracers (Gnosis 8), Boar's Tusk (Gnosis 7), Resist Pain (Willpower), and Luna's Armor (Gnosis, Stamina+Survival vs 5)
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Eye of the Storm rolls Gnosis(10) (10 dice) vs 8 for 0 successes. 1 1 -1 3 4 6 6 7 9 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Eye of the Storm rolls Gnosis(10) (10 dice) vs 7 for 0 successes. 1 1 -1 -1 4 4 5 6 7 9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Eye of the Storm rolls Stamina(8) + Survival(5) (13 dice) vs 5 for 5 successes. 1 1 2 3 4 4 +6 +7 +9 +10 +10 10 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Eye of the Storm rolls Ancestors(5) (5 dice) vs 6 for 0 successes. 1 -1 2 3 7 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->
Bryan nods, reaching out and laying a hand on Dragomir's shoulder. "Yeah, fuck that, man. I'm here. Rock out with your cock out.. or whatever the kids are saying these days. Give me just a minute. Let's link up, okay? Like we did before. This is no different. We'll be fine, or we won't."
Eye of the Storm grins and growls towards him, >>Did I tell you that a Child of Gaia is the only person in this Sept who has ever beaten me in a fight?<< He mentions it with easy pride, leaving out the fact that he came back for revenge with a vengeance. That is right about when the two are spotted in all their glory, and the swarm (eight) banes have begun to turn and are drawn in their direction now. Suddenly their shadowy forms seem to solidify and harden, like black ropes weaving in over themselves to make them more solid - creating a sort of Armor for themselves. They're ready now, eyes glistening white with taunting atrophy. Eye of the Storm growls, >>Lets introduce ourselves.<<
<<Doesn't surprise me a bit.>> Bryan slides right up into crinos. It's an easy transition with no effort involved, just as easy as slipping into homid. <<Maybe I'll kick your ass later, just for funzies.>> He hunches down a little bit as they're spotted and he's bathed briefly in silver light and then he's ready
Eye of the Storm endures, focusing on his bracers and whispers now, >>Grant me strength, to defend my home.. to fight this anger.. to endure this pain. Please Gaia, hear me.<< and the bracers finally begin to glow and he growls with renewed vigor. The banes take action, shrieking forward and shifting their bodies as they attack. As the banes come in to attack, they shift to many armed tendrils and lash out with their rage: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dc/f3/05/dcf305f0669ac1627b0c77d30792f9b4.jpg As the others that hang back slightly burst forth with screams of anger and frustration at the world, screaming mindlessly with their hatred and their bodies shift as well: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3d/15/1b/3d151b1e350b46fdfd1df968ba57a27a.jpg Eye of the Storm endures the blasts, and the screams of hatred - stepping forward with his gleaming javelin and stands rigid, >>You face, Eye of the Storm. Your anger will not defeat me. Your outrage will not wound me. I will not be destroyed by your thirst for hatred!<<
Chases-the-Wind takes no shit. As the things start to swoop in, Bryan is moving. He rakes out with his claws, maybe a split second too soon. Instead of the goring that he was hoping for, it's just a surface scratch. He's moving, leading at least some of them to the side, closer to a wall, something so that he can't be surrounded. It's been some time since he had a good brawl and it actually feels kind of good to let the beast out a little bit. Those screams fall on deaf ears and Bryan brushes the attacks aside. <<Fuckers>> is his eloquent reply as he readies himself for another attack
An so the righteousness begins.. and Eye of the Storm lunges forward - allowing the glowing javelin to cut deep into two banes, like he was drawing an X right through them. He snarls >>Stay close. Tell me if you're losing control brother!<< as he continues to battle hard now. The Bitter Banes are relentless, screeching and clawing and rending brutally to steal anger as much as damage the body. When they get under your skin, their wounds seem to quickly knit back together and they move faster and grow more animated. To frenzy against these would be very bad, likely a death sentence.
Okay, no more fucking around. That last scream kind of got to Chases the Wind and he is not happy. He lets out a snarl that would rival any Ahroun, but holds himself in check -- barely. He lashes out - left, right, crossing over his body as the two close in, rending lovely little strike marks across the things. <<Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs>> Such words, much eloquence.
Eye of the Storm continues to fight hard, each position he takes is dominant. The stance is flawless, firm and depicting. The transitions of how he moves that javelin in combat are a sight to be seen - and the way he simply glows with authority with each strike is breath-taking. The javelin moves with a radiant ease around him, slicing effortless into the banes one by one as they come near. The Silver Prince holds his back to yours through, guarding your rear and making sure you are safe from this flank as best he can. >>Talk to me Chases the Wind.. stay with me.<< He knows they are outnumbered, out-flanked, and very likely one of them may fall in this battle. The Bitter banes only hiss more loudly as the intensity builds, boiling up to more of a frenzy each time they wound the garou and feel the rage of their inflicting seeping out more of that beautiful anger. As though they could never be satiated enough by the torment and agony they are causing.
Goddammit. Like really. THis is getting tiresome. Shriek, shriek, grit your teeth, slice slice. Bryan needs something NEW to happ---- well.. okay.. that one hurt. Like a LOT. Good ole Fart-Chaser get smacked pretty goddamn good with that last one and he lets out another nasty little snarl. But he isn't mad anymore. Now he's just paying attention. He lashes out a couple more times, this time sticking the one guy pretty fucking good. In his head (Sorry, Mindspeak) there's an image of Wolverine claws going into the thing's body, lifting it up, smashing it back down for some sort of weird-ass wolf-wetdream finishing move. It's MUCH less cool then that and Bryan opens his maw this time to take a bite. >>I'm good. That hurt<< NOTHING HAPPENED.
This time, a big nasty bite (He'll worry about the possible ramifications of that LATER). He bites in pretty good, but ya know.. could be better. Maybe there was a brief hesitation there bcause biting wyrm things is BAD, okay? It's just a bad idea. But so effective. The next thing gets a claw to the 'face' and then there's that blast again. <<MOTHING FUCKIT OW SUMBITCH!>> comes over the link, then.. much more rationally. <<I'm okay. You okay?>>
Except Eye of the Storm is sharing that mental link, so he knows his friend is in trouble - he can feel it. The man who saved his life and brought him home to his mate - the man that stands beside him when so many others have turned their back on him. No, Dragomir won't stand for that. So he turns, reaching for the balm and takes the time to smear the man's wounds to save his life at risk of his own. >>You aren't allowed to die here Chases the Wind. I forbid it.<< he states emphatically. The banes are relentless, brutal and their assault seems to be unyielding. Despite their corporeal bodies expending quickly, they are SO close to feasting.. they can feel the rage and the frustration, thirst and hunger for the agony. Eye of the Storm growls and says, >>We need to use our rage.. they're overwhelming us. We have to kill them before they..<< he refuses to lose him.
Chases-the-Wind is pretty fucked up. He pauses, taking a step back, trying to get out of the way so he can heal himself since D-dude seems to have it under control for a second. <<Aw, man. Keep at it. I just need a second.>> He manages to heal himself, only to be smacked around again with that <<FUCKING BLAST OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK>> Bryan's mad, but not like.. MAD MAD. He's too busy for all that rage shit. He's also pretty fucked up.
Eye of the Storm fights on, as hard as he can - using his rage now despite seeing how they feed on it. The javelin is swung around faster - blurring with speed and intensity as he fights and moves to stand over Bryan's body to protect him when he gets hit hard again. >>Damnit Chase the Wind, get out of here!<< He tries to step out to position himself to be surrounded in hopes of drawing them off him now. The rage burns and emanates off him, trying to make himself the most appetizing of the two - and it even seems to be working now, as he is clearly a banquet of hate and fury. The rage of everything that has happened, the pain he saw in his mate's eyes, the mockery of the Sept, all of it coming down onto him now - flashing through his mind. The Garou panting with fury and rage, he cleaves into one, then another, both evaporating back into mist and being pulled away. The last he cleaves and it doesn't die, and he brings the javelin back and spears it hard into its face and snarls down at it, >>You will not fall this day!<< the flashes of all the battles he has fought, and the family members he has lost. The images of his brother, his father, his cousins, so many lost without him being strong enough, or fast enough, or able to fight hard enough to save them. The banes feast, surrounding the Silver Fang now and threatening to consume him - if only he would Frenzy for them now.
Goddammit. God. Fucking. Dammit. Cunt. Bitch. Fuck. Damn! Bryan has a pretty basic but vulgar vocabulary in Crinos and it shows in his every thought. He's really kind of butthurt over the whole not doing a crazy finishing move on that one dude, but hey! What can you do? He bites, while also trying to heal himself. Both are effective to a degree. <<You holding on there, buddy-roo? I'm trying. I'm rusty>>
It has been building for too long, the torment and the agony. Held down in check, as flash after flash of pain and suffering ebb and burn from him. The tidal wave of frustration, of loss, or pain and suffering. He snarls out, fighting hard inside his mind but on the surface there is only the calm. His eyes transfixed and he imagines standing with Felicity, with his arms wrapped around her and moving the sword through the transitions. His nostrils flare, and he takes in the scent of her hair as he battles on, sweat pouring down his frame at the intensity that he is keeping up with this. Completely lost to the battle now. The banes mostly stay on Eye of the Storm, like a flurry of dark clouds wrapped around him - trying to crack him, break him down, make him surrender to that pain and suffering and tear him apart. The one Bryan manages to claw turns around and screeches back and lunges for another attack.
Slow and steady wins the race, right? While Dragomir is over there murderhoboing all the bad guys, Bryan's just sort of.. making out with this one. It's rough, it's brutal. Not very sexy, but he's slowly chipping away at the thing. He just lacks the sheer OOMPH that Dragomir has. <<Still okay, buddy?>> he wonders as he finally breaks through and does a little damage
Eye of the Storm begins to emulate his Ancestor, the legends of the Silver Fangs wielding their silver blades and fighting amongst a throng of the Wyrm without flinching. Calm as can be, untouchable and emulating the very presence of victory in each wield of that Javelin. He lines up, and throws all his spiritual force behind a spearing of another, yanking back the glimmering javelin, only to stab another behind him and nearly take it down as well. He begins to speak outloud now, "I, am Dragomir Nicholas Mihailovich.. brother of Dmitri Mihailovich.. son of Nicholas Mihailovich.. mate, of Daphne Eliza Harper Felicity Camilla Imogen Suzanne Hawtrey.." he voice is beginning to grow louder, more determined as he continues to list out his bloodline, his pride and joy, his reason.
You know what? Bryan's had enough. Bryan has finally decided to just.. like.. fucking LET GO. THere's a muted growly sound as Bryan chomps down on the fucker's head, holding him tightly in his grasp and just pokeypokeysliceslices it over and over. Stabstabstab <<<Fucker. I'm FUCKING DONE>>> Stab stab stab stab stab ad infinitius or whatever. Finally, the thing dematerializes and Bryan, just to let off a little steam, launches himself off the ground for a quick aerial view of things to make sure that all is well at the moment
Eye of the Storm continues, even as the javelin whirls around faster and faster - severing the shadowy bodies of the banes one by one with his powerful swings. ".. father of Drago Jr. and Nicky.. I am Eye of the Storm, Athro Silver Fang..." he cleaves another in twine, and steps forward, whirling his javelin around and gets ready to launch it at another, "This is my home. I shall defend it. So you may tell The Father, if will have to pass through me! HE WILL HAVE TO PASS THROUGH ME!" he growls into the air as he slays the last one with a downward spearing of that javelin and a grunt of satisfaction as the panting starts, truly winded from all that.
