2020.11.30:Sept of Abundant Waters - Rescue Team

Sept of Abundant Waters - Rescue Team
The rescue team sweeps in to save the living.
IC Date	Dec 1, 2020
IC Time	Midday
Players	Dalibor, Vasyl, Einar, Ben, Detlef, Evonna, Aldric, Branton, and Killigrew as ST
Location	Florida
Prp/Tp	Sept of Abundant Waters

The fabric of reality tears a little showing moon streaks and silver leading to the other side of shadow. Einar steps free of the warp in reality onto heavy paws, his silvery grey fur ripples in the darkness and he crouches low as he can while moving out of the way for the rest of the crew and the sled. If there's an ambush waiting for them, he'll take it on the chin first.

Evonna comes through the moon bridge with a sled in tow with her. It isn't huge, but big enough for a couple of people if needed. Not so bad she can keep it on her back for the moment, like a backpack. She moves out of the way, and keeps hidden for now.

Detlef Comes through with the others and moves to the other side, providing cover and watching for threats

Ben had shifted to his lupus form - a very large wolf. Patience of Eikthyrnir steps out of the shimmering umbral portal, ears perked and nose up to the wind to scent the area.

War Cry is in the middle of the group as they arrive, the Silver Fang is armored like a knight. Yet somehow he moves in that armor as easily as if he was wearing nothing. Claws flex as he looks around with a sharp eye, <<Borya...keep an eye out.>> he commands mentally.

Ironsides follows behind the group, clawed hand flexing around the grip of his klaive. He crouches down, another spot in the darkness, as he waits and watches.

Surprisingly stealthy, Dal moves off the 'bridge and moves to cover the flank - rifle up and ready, eyes sweeping the area looking for threats.

Branton is moving along somewhere in the middle with his rapier in hand, both the blade and his eyes shimmering slightly with power even to plain sight. To magic vision...well, hopefully you brought shades.

It's a beautiful, balmy Florida day. The temperatures are pushing eighty and the sun is shining. It's a glorious time on the tainted bawn. The birds are chirping, gators are sunning themselves, birds buzz and frogs fill the air with their croaks and squeaks.

Within moments of setting foot off the bridge, the warhowls of the elders fill the air, and a burst of extreme cold washes over the land. Things die. Bugs fall out of the air, anything in the water that freezes in an instant is ended in that moment. From the main hall and the northwest hut comes cries of pain as the cold sears the skin, followed by sobs from the main hall.

Howls meet the Elders, and the gauntlet ripples with a toxic, green hue. In the Umbra, four spirals lead the war of banes against the gaian army summoned by one of the elders.

The air to the northeast is filled with snarls and howls, the trumpeting of a Mammoth as the two groups clash.

The paths to the huts seem clear enough.

Blood Thorn looks to the others, and then to Einar. She gestures if he's ready to lead them to go, because she is sure ready to take off now on their planned path to rescue.

Claws dig into the snow, Patience Of Eikþyrnir is ready to go - waiting for the signal from the Pack leader.

Einar takes a few steps forward and then grunt, <> he growls at the pack. In the Umbra there is a skittering streak of blue that follows the warriors who seek to protect. The Rotagar aims for the hut that will hold the male kinfolk.

Detlef doesnt really wait.. as soon as he sees the way is clear, he runs, full speed, for the men's hut. He has a throwing knife ready in each hand , if thats needed, but speed is the key to getting the kin out. Heading straight for the front door.

Branton skims above the snow, hovering a few inches as he speeds along. Head staying on a swivel as they procede to the first objective.

The large Forseti nods. <<Battle towards the medic. Far off elsewhere. Clear right now here.>> As the others move, he does as well - sprinting along over the snow with no issue, four legs loping and covering ground quickly.

Blood Thorn is off! Her paws barely touching the ground as she moves as fast as she can with the others toward the hut. The sled still attached on her back.

Ironsides follows behind, looking around as they move, he crouches along the ground, running on three legs to keep up with the group.

War Cry moves with the other garou, a rumble low in his chest as he prepares himself to unleash on whatever foe they may run into.

Dalibor jhustles to the target hut, clambering onto the roof of the with the speed granted by his gifts. He drops prone and watches the bawn for hostiles- focusing mostly on their next target, the main hall and it's surrounding area. His rifle is the first line of defense, if something comes their way.

Footsteps echo on the wooden bridge. The door of the hut has long since been broken, with nothing to replace it. Within, there are three men, one laying down, eyes shut, the other two trying to wake him. In the corner, near a makeshift brazier is a mangled woman. Limbs broken and twisted into awful configurations, and her face torn off, left completely blind and deaf. Helpless. She smells of Garou.

Blood Thorn shifts back to a form with thumbs and takes the sled off her back. She gets it down on the ground, and looks to Einar for direction on getting the woman onto this thing.

Einar growls as they manage to get to the hut without incident. The wounded Garou woman has his sympathy and he grunts with a point, <<Someone help me transfer her to the sled, someone else tell the Kinfolk what is happening,>> he directs even as he calls to Dalibor, <<Any sign?>> he demands, tension threading as he pushes to the wounded werewolf and looks back expectantly.

Detlef speaks quickly but quietly, this is why he is still in human form "we need to get you all out of here.. So the battle doesnt catch you all up. We are here to rescue you all" he will slide the knives back into their sheats on his forarms, and move to help transfer the injured that cant walk." he smiles "Your sister sent us and will meet you on the other side." he seems quite calm, even if he is moving quickly.

Branton frowns at the sight of the injured lady then says quietly "Your pardon warleader, I got her." and gestures, levitating the wounded Fury onto the sled gently as he murmurs something in Greek.

Patience Of Eikþyrnir keeps vigilant, watching the exits as the others tend to the men and women. His hackles are up, clearly enraged at what they've found so far.

Ironsides crouches down outside, keeping guard while the others work.

Blood Thorn makes sure the female Garou is secured on the sled. "Anymore need transport on here, or carried?" She is more than willing to pull the sled here.

The kin are skittish, shying back, one finds the courage to point a shaking finger at the one that sleeps. Then jerks his hand back. The men are in bad shape, between the beatings and the near starvation level of 'care' they've gotten. The mangled female thrashes when feeling herself lifting, making a choked sound.

War Cry remains on high alert, his role is specifically to keep the enemy at bay. He keeps close, staying in the middle if possible so as to be able to move wherver necessary as necessary.

Dalibor shakes his head from the roof. "No. It's quiet here. Maybe the Elders successfully drew all the attention?" That was, afetr all, kinda the plan. "But I don't like. Smells wrong."

Off in the distance, the sounds of the battle increase, hitting a savage peak of rage and insanity clashing with the rage and cleared headed Gaians.

Detlef Gives Branton a quick look but doesnt say anything to him, instead he comforts the Kin "We are the Momma Blue Jay Pack here to rescue you, Our sept elders are fighting the Dancers now.. we need you to move.. if you cannot we will carry you." he smiles "your almost out.. you just have to stick with us for a few moments while we get the women from the main hall. You can hang back near the sled, let us lead, but stay with us."

Einar is about to lift the garou when she simply floats up and into the sled. He grunts a thanks to Branton, and proceeds to the injured Kinfolk as best he can. Once everyone is loaded he gives a low bark, <<We keep moving. Main house for the females and the dead,>> he calls and is the first to leave the hut, a Fenrir always.

Blood Thorn wishes she had learned how to mind link with others, but not being a Galliard she was not show it yet. A few gentle touches to the Fury on the sled, trying to communicate with her finger tracing a heart for her. Maybe that will get through. Then she looks to the others here. "Once we get the rest, we will moon bridge you out for safety." She is ready to head out, and shifts back to lupus to pull the sled herself with her teeth.

Detlef makes sure everyone is moving again, then will move along the flank, to ensure they are not caught off guard, drawing his knives once again so they are ready. The two males that are upright fall in, sticking too close, underfoot, really. The promise of a way out of this hell too good to be true, but a chance worth taking.

The paths out are still clear. There's a scurrying from within the hut, three hushed voices from the hut, and a whimpering cry - someone got hurt, the scent of blood in the air. But it's getting hard to pick the scent sof war and death apart as the Elders war with the main of the Dancer's pack.

The other Forseti grabs the sled as well - hopefully making for lighter work in evacuating their charges. <<We need to get them all. Where next?>> He chuffs, before taking up a hold of the other side of the sled with Blood Thorn.

Blood Thorn sniffs the air as they are moving. She smells the blood, but right now they have their mission. The whimpering cry pangs her, but their are other teams out there. Do they check it out? >> Alpha. We check the cries or keep going to Main Hall? << she says over the mindlink between the pack.

Blood Thorn sniffs the air as they are moving. She smells the blood, but right now they have their mission. The whimpering cry pangs her, but that just pushes her harder to get to the Main Hall. >> Keep up the pace, we need to get there and help! << she says on the pack link.

Einar runs back into the Bawn, keeping low as he can - unnaturally fast as Mother Blue Jay's birdy heart continues to beat in such close proximity. He is at the Main Hall a few lopes ahead of the others and glancing in to get a look at what they're running into.

The hall is a bloody mess. The blood of the original attack was never cleaned up, there's scattered body parts and three female kin, hunkered over a fourth. A huge, crinos sized hole in the back wall a point of egress for the Dancers that ran to meet the howls of the Elders.

The three woman hover over the blooded one, whispering to each other. One moves to fetch a stained cloth to try and clean the blood from their dying friend's lips.

Dalibor jumps down from the roof of the male kin hut and jogs towards the main hall. And he scale the walls to get onto the roof. Continuing his role as overwatch.

Detlef lopes up to the other side from Einar, looking back to the rest to be sure there is no issue. He look to Einar and nods to indicate he is ready to go in. "We may be able to get her to help."

It's still quiet, the main hall abandoned to the fighting in the four different directions. The Elders, the medical area, the Umbra, and the far distance.

Branton starts patting his pouches at the sound of whimpering and the smell of blood. When he sees someone dying but not dead he pulls out a small jar of salve, speaking something in greek (a tribal blessing of pegasus' mercy "Did we bring a medic or are they all at the evac point? I have salves if we didn't"

Blood Thorn shifts again as they make it into the main hall to glabro. She sees the females and the one injured and dying. She looks up and calls out, "Mother Blue Jay, help us heal this kin. Save her." She looks to the other of the pack to join in their call for the spirit.

Detlef steps in and up, joining the others, in the call to heal the wounded. For the moment letting that be wehre he focus'..

There's a stillness that falls over Patience of Eikthyrnir as he focuses on asking Mother Bluejay for assistance in the healing of the Kin.

Einar moves to join the others, growling out to the Spirit that is likely flitting just beyond the Veil, keeping a close eye on the Garou she trusted. <<Mother Blue Jay, this is why we sought you. We need your help.>> If it's enough to stabilize that means that she can be moved. The Rotagar starts scanning the walls, <<Anyone not carrying someone, gather the bones of the dead, then we Moon Bridge.>> He's looking for one particular "decoration" for removal.

The breathing of the fallen kinfolk eases as the damage is repaired by the will of pack's totem. Bruises blossom on the skin, but that seems to be wrost of it. The kin coughs a few times, clearing blood from her lungs and rolling to hand and knees to pant in big, deep breaths. "Thank you." The others crowd around, touching and petting the healed woman, murmuring their gratitude with raspy voices. They, like the men, are covered in bruises and the like, though they've been fed better.

No one wants to know what they've been eating.

Detlef nods , once the healing is done, and removes his backpack, and pulling out some sheets, he begins quickly to gather up the remains, carefuly wrapping them in the sheets and placing them in the pack.. as many as he can fit in and on it, working quickly. He speaks to the women now "The men are here." he indicates the kinfolk men, "we will be leaving in a few moments.. you will be safe."

Dalibor murmurs a prayer to the pack's totem spirit to save this poor kin, while maintaining overwatch. Though his attention is split for the moment.

Blood Thorn helps to direct them all together around the sled, "Come gather here. We will open the bridge in a moment. We need to get you to safety. Between us and others, we will be sure your families will be at peace soon." Making sure the female garou on the sled is still tucked in ok, she waits for the signal to open the bridge.

Ironsides continues to watch by the door, remaining vigilant for any strays that break from the Elder's group.

Hulking up further, Patience Of Eikþyrnir takes on the form of Hispo - larger and more able to carry others, or be ridden as needed. He nods as Blood Thorn explains the situation, ready to run, carry or fight depending on the situation.

Branton is helping gather bones and prepare them for transport. using rope and blankets from his hiking pack to make bundles so folks aren't trying to carry them loose.

The women help the one that's injured, the four of them shuffling to the sled the whole lot of them seeming broken of spirit. There's no protest, just quiet, downtrodden. They move as indicated, though often trade looks with one another when they're divided up, fear in their eyes.

Einar is a bit of a wreck when he returns to the group. There is a mournful warble as he settles another bundle of rags into the sled. He'll do what he can to gather the bodies out back into a tarp, likely with help. When everyone and every thing is gathered that can be, he gives a solemn nod to the others as he asks their Totem for help once more, <<We need the Bridge, Mother Blue Jay.>>

Detlef Nods in agreement ready to move he looks to Einar "Ill go through first.. you cover the rear?" he offers to the alpha..

Blood Thorn is solemn as the dead are added to the sled. She will fiercely protect them as much as the living here. "We will bring them peace." She's ready, and once the bridge opens, she will pull that sled on through - after a couple of the others go first - just in case.

The other Forseti will push from the back, hulking Hispo to help share the load with Blood Thorn.