2017.11.18:TheApocalypseProphecy

The Apocalpyse Prophecy (verse 1)
A gathering of Elders, A giant Monster and a dark omen.
IC Date	November 18th, 2017
IC Time	Late evening
Players	Dragomir(as ST), Alecto, George, Jake, Journey
Location	The back room of the curry corner and elsewhere in the Umbra
Prp/Tp	The Apocalypse Prophecy
Spheres	Gaian Garou
Theme Song	Analgesia - Revolution [1]

George is sitting with the majority of the other Elders around the big table at the Curry Corner. There are platters of curry and bowls of rice and Naan laid out in a family style feast. Less of a special occasion thing and more because with this many garou you need a lot of food.

Journey has some lamb and rice and is eating, "So, what do you think of adding to the text of the Tablet. I actually forgot something in the proposition, to make the Heart excluded from Guests completely." He mentions as he slows his feeding.

Jake is sitting with the others, concentrating on what they are saying. He hasn't been an Elder all that long so he's still catching up on Elder 'protocol' and is quieter than usual. "I'm also wondering about this Smoke and Barley business. I mean...we won't be able to hang out there if they open it to the public."

George nods at Journey "Sounds reasonable, especially with that addition. Some places are still just ours, however hospitable we might be." Then to Jake "Some months I hardly go there at all. It depends on how recently I've been reminded of how crapy being in that pack was or the bullshit they got up to with Chance."

"I have no objections. None at all," Alecto assures them all, taking her seat perhaps a little late, but not too late to hear what's said. She brushes her hand through her hair and settles in.

While the Elders are sitting and chatting, enjoying their meal.. something transpires far from here.. ~~ She reaches out her hand, and clenches the creature's ethereal body by the leg. "Find them.. quickly my friend." The tiny creatures steps over the other bodies, turning its head to look back towards the woman who summoned him. Then with a nod, he swifts his way along the Luna stream in search..~~

Journey nods, "I think that Chance is the answer somehow. The most common technique to sidestep any resistance to bullshit is to wait till people might have forgotten. I haven't and still remember I owe Chance some pain for frightening Vesta while she was carrying Stephen before he was born." He nods sitting back, pausing in thought, looking to the side slightly. then back. nah.

Jake nods to George and Journey. "Yeah, Giselle and I have been going there less and less. It's not really a big deal and I don't care what they eventually do but if it's not Veil-safe then there's no reason to eat there. And I don't know Chance. I think I met him once when I first arrived but it was in passing and--" he pauses and looks around for a moment, cocking his head.

George nods at Journey and frowns "Bastard acts like a Kami or even like he's a gaian prey spirit and not an Exogenic wyldling claiming he's deciding if the wyld's going to shake the world like an etch-a-sketch to reset it. I haven't forgotten either, and I won't"

"How does the OTHER Gorgon feel about him?" Alecto asks, having no idea at all what the answer might be. She's never actually met Bronwyn. That much Wyld can fuck up a person and she's tended to avoid.

A small creature, faintly resembling a homunculus finds its way to the curry house. The gaffling is no more than two feet tall, tiny curled horns and dark red skin. Its little spiral tail splits at the end into two dark tips. Naked, though it doesn't appear to have any sort of gender. Rows of prickly teeth set back in its mouth, of this otherwise stout little spirit. Small hands seem to be tugging on a tiny strand of silver moon beam which is leading it towards you four specifically as it approaches.

Journey looks to Alecto, "Bronwyn? She finds him to be a moron. She doesn't like the way he tends to solidify his view-Okay who'se little servitor?" He says, shifting gears smoothly enough to throw most people but he's looking at the little spirit obviously following one of Lunas paths to them. It has his attention, "Not one of mine."

George snorts at the mention of Bronwyn "She's almost tore a strip off him more than once." and then he glances over at the spirit and shakes his head "Not one of mine either. very curious looking."

Jake, is still getting used to his Umbral sight too. Something else that's new for him. There's just SO much to see and filtering out some of it is NOT easy. He looks at the little spirit also, then glances around to the others. "Me either. I only attract storm crows and light spirits. I guess word got around that I fed one Gnosis."

The gaffling approaches and crawls up onto the table, which is only barely solid enough having only been here for a short time compared to its reflection in the Shadow. The creature is labored, worn and its body thin as though it exerted a great deal of effort recently. Small red hands reach over to grab its knees, as it uselessly mocks trying to catch its breath. The gaffling tips its head to the side, looking at Journey - then the little Malfeaite coils its gaze towards Jake at the mention of Gnosis and uprights its body to reach out his little red hands towards the man. Grabby little jagged claws, like he was going to squeeze for moobs or something. "Found you like she said. Reward for me. Yes? She sent, I came." the little creature sounds demanding, but also probably hopeful.

Journey slides his plate to the side and plants an elbow on the table, snapping his fingers, hand radiating Spirit energy, "*Who is she and what did she send you to us for, then Reward.*" He says, looking the spirit over carefully.

George lets the theurge do his theurging and he just eyes the imp, wondering if its humanoid enough that it'd be a litany violation. Or not because it doesn't have flesh. Or he might just be waiting, sometimes its hard to tell.

It looks like Jake's ready to feed the poor little guy some Gnosis until Journey makes his statement. He waits to see how the gaffling replies to the Strider and looks over at George and Alecto.

The small creature paces at Journey's words, and hisses and snaps at the air. His little red hands go to his belly to rub the bare bubble there as it groans. The creature finally snorts and comes to sit down, crossing its legs beneath it and claws at the faint outline of the table in the Shadow. "No name.. never give names. Only call, demand.. make Zin cross far to find those at the end of the strand. They die now, does not matter. Give reward!" the creature's body turns more red, and it slaps its clawed hands on the table in frustration, "Hungry!"

Journey watches the little creature, one brow lifting. His hand increases it's radiance, and he says, "*Zin. You want to eat, you tell quickly, and you eat. Where were you sent from. You know Garou, we run off to find and stop them from dying, and you get left behind to eat.*" He says, focused on the little Gaffling.

George narrows his eyes at the imp but waits quietly while Journey does his thing.

Jake stays quiet as well. Journey has this under control. He starts to really study the gaffling. Seems he hasn't seen one like this before.

The little red creature leans forward as the energy radiates, "Follow strand.. strand leads back to dead wolves. Black wolves caught them already. She tricked them, believe she was dead. Sent for Zin, make Zin travel so far. They die now, does not matter. Give now, feed Zin. Zin did as wolves asked." He snaps his many teeth at Journey, and makes clenching hands in the air towards the man.

Journey vanishes, slipping acros the Gauntlet with scarce a thought, and emerges in full Crinos, clawed hand opening, energy releasing to Zin. As he turns, moving after the fuzzing line of Lunas glimmering strand to catch it. <<*Got it thank you*>>

George grabs his messenger bag and stands, in the umbra by the time he's fully upright. While Journey takes care of business he looks off in the direction the strand leads.

Jake raises a brow at Zin's words, expression darkening, and curses under his breath. He stands as well but it takes him a little longer to cross over and join the others.

The Malfeaite snatches at the energy, and presses it to its little red face and starts to devour the energy in some slobbery Stitch kind of way. Rolling back onto his tailed butt, and ravishing the energy as it feasts. It no longer seems to care about the wolves actions - it's fed. The flickering moonbeam traces off into the distance.. at least for now. Soon Helios' light will find it, and it will fade away once more. The Shadow stretches onwards, the pale reflection of the world physical world they have come to know and live within.

Shaderunner goes Quadripedal and growls as the owl wings form on his back from the power of Zephyr, one wing unfurling, casting a shadow, and there's the glimmer of Lunas thread. They're easier to see in the 'dark' due to their nature, and he starts stalking after it.

Once Jake finally makes it into the Umbra huge, beautiful, glossy black wings unfurl from his shoulder blades and spread wide. He stays in his homid form for now, waiting to see what they're about to do. Once Journey starts to follow the thread he does too.

Mocks-the-Dark also has wings in the Umbral, Owl has blessed him. He calls out for Rebiu to follow them, but at a distance so as not to disrupt the trail they're trying to follow with his sun energy.

It takes some time to travel, leading well outside of Prospect and further East. Out in the wastes and sands, before finally it comes to what looks like a number of hills. On the ledge that you are all on, you can see what appears to be a small group of bodies in the middle of some kind of smoky pit. One of the bodies appears to be being consumed by what can only be described as a large translucent slug or something. The body of a woman, and what's left of the one it is eating appears to be what's left. The strand leads right to them.

Shaderunner lands, and looks over at the pit the thing is in and growls, >>Damnit, I think the base plan for taking one of these Thunderwyrm things involves having a Gurahl around.<< He huffs and flicks out his Blade. >>I'm sure we can figure something out though.<< He looks around, letting the troops get focused before committing to the Voltron powerup sequence.

Mocks-the-Dark spends a few moments studying the slug like thing >>That smells horrible. And its just going to keep eating and eating. I was thinking about grabbing it by the snout and dragging upwards, expose more of it so you all can stab something important.<<

Once they arrive Jake wastes no time in shifting to Crinos and activating a few gifts. No telling what they're going to run into. His eyes narrow when he spots the slug and nods to Mocks. <<Yes, it does smell horrible. And...look...can you see? Whoever it's feeding on isn't yet dead.>>

The massive creature emerges more from the radioactive spill pool, and fifteen foot wide mouth of teeth takes another large gulp to swallow down the rest of the body it was consuming when they arrived. Next is the woman who lays in that waste pool, too wounded to recover. That creature won't need very long to consume her whole.

Shaderunner looks at Jake, <<Save her.>> He looks to George, <<You've been wanting to do this for a long time, go ahead. Backing you up. You tank, We'll spank.>>

Mocks-the-Dark give a fierce grin, because shaderunner's not wrong. The he turns and launches himself to intercept the thunderwyrm, intent on gator-wrastling the wyrm-beast away from the survivor.

Shaderunner crouches, and in a transformation as dramatic as one from Homid to Crinos, Sahderunner bursts forth, dropping low, wings out, skimming the ground, letting George to his MAJOR lightshow, Shaderunner, lives up to his name, taking a low profile, moving fast, swinging around the back, moving to surround the monstrous thing, swinging in and sliding along the lower section of the thing, a metal blur. As the Fire Opal blade slices deep and wiiiiide along the base of the monster, cutting as long as he can, the spirit within ROARING with the violence of the moment as the Theurge banks away from the beast, leaving a widening wound in his wake.

Mocks-the-Dark comes diving in at speed, attempting to grab a hold of the the thunderwyrm. And he has it for a bout half a second till the thing's caustic slimy body bucks hard and flings him away.

Defiant-Storm concentrates for a moment, all his attention on the downed woman while the others are in combat. He raises a hand and, while the slug is distracted, begins to raise her up into the air, away from the terrible danger she's in. She floats bonelessly, up-up-up...and back over to where Defiant-Storm is standing.

The slash of the fire opal sword across it's body is met with a great deal of resistance, thick armor plates but they serve little use against such explosive damage. The wound causes the beast's head to jerk back, and mashing teeth to clench in the air soundlessly. It was simply enjoying the meal that was left for it, and then these bullies show up and try to cut it in half. If only the Wyrm would just die though, as instead something probably a bit horrifying happens. As another 'head' of this Wrym comes bursting out of the giant hole that Shaderunner has cut open and two large gaping maws flail about now. The creature seems to be rapidly healing in that radioactive pool it's in. Though despite its best efforts to react fast enough, it seems to have been caught off guard.. for the moment.

Shaderunner takes to wing, coming around, as the thing proves impressive, and circles, lifting, looking to the Giant George, signaling a moment, they have the answers, tey have 'She' and SHE has information.

While Defiant-Storm is levitating the woman over to his side and safety he simultaneously throws his Fang Dagger at the creature's original head and...DAMN he's a good thrower! The dagger finds its mark, splitting a huge gash in the beast. But then, WHOA, the dagger simply reappears in the Shadow Lord's huge paw as if by magic.

The sheer amount of viciousness levied against the first head of the wyrm overwhelms it. Even though it heals rapidly, and flails and lashes about - the focus of damage is too much for it to endure and it comes splashing down into the pool of radioactive waste. Something loud happens beneath the ground, a stir and shift of those 'hills' all around the area like something possibly larger has taken notice now..

Mocks-the-Dark flapped for altitude when he got thrown off and drew his dagger, glyphed steel flashing in the aura of light he's throwing off. Then he dives at the first thunderwyrm head like a shooting star and digs a furrow in its flesh, scalding blood and slime searing him as he swooshes by.

Shaderunner points his claw at the thing below him, the eyes of the Jackal on the ring lighting with a malevolent light, a piece of plaque explosively chipping off one of those teeth.

Then Shaderunner makes a DIFFERENT gesture with a different finger at the beast. Yeah, he just did that. He's extremely ready to react to an attack.

The Cuddler seems to have been awoken, having been passively eating before. Defiant Storm gets the full visual and decided to take flight in time for the creature as it emerges from the ground. Three 'tentacles', the size of thunderwyrms lash out towards the massive Mocks, one hitting barely but unable to do damage. As a much larger mouth about forty feet in diameter comes up from beneath where the pool was and a rush of radioactive waste goes flying towards Shaderunner as he flies off. Which is horrific range, given it showers the landscape in waste after missing him.

Defiant-Storm flies even higher above the beast, WAAAAY up high to make sure he's not going to get hit by surprises. He knows from experience that these types of creatures do NOT fight fair. Fuckers! He hovers, looking for the perfect place to aim his Fang Dagger then throws it as hard as he can at the creatures body. THUNNNNNNK! OW, that's REALLY going to leave a mark! A BAAAAAD mark. In addition, moving at lightning speed, he drops one of Journey's Pain Gems directly down on the beast as well. OUUUUUUCH! Those Pain Gems certainly live up to their name. Then, in the blinks of an eye the Fang Dagger is back in his hand. Gotta love that Hummingbird Ring! Kids don't try this at home!

Mocks-the-Dark shapes some gnosis into a warding sigil and flings it outward and it settles over the monster.....to absolutely no effect.

Howls-at-High-Moon launches herself back into the fight, taking a gob or two of monster spunk to the fur. Glowing green isn't exactly her color, but whatever. She lunges for one of the heads, taking a swipe with a claw.

Shaderunner flaps around, and folds his wings, turning in the air gracefully as he drops, calling upon his power to withstand the worst of environments, having walked through the Mustard Gas filled BattleGround, he recovers the power of Bear and opens his wings, coming back for an attack, gaining speed.

This meal no longer seems to be worth the effort.. this creature did not get this large by eating such resilient prey after all. As suddenly it withdraws back into the Earth once more the way it came (at a speed of 27'/round through solid rock, and leaves behind it.. SOLID ROCK, as though it was never there) Three of the heads have submerged, the last snaps at Howls for a bite, but she too is 'fast-food' and doesn't seem to be on it's diet either.

Mocks-the-Dark scowls when his warding sigil fails to bind the beast but then with the speed of rage he remembers. Gaia didn't make him a mystic, Gaia made him a a killer. He hangs in the air for a moment like a winged god of death, anubis back lit and then he tips forward, striking downwards like a missle as the creature tries to turn and run. He explodes through it and comes out the other side covered in gore, his flesh sizzling and he /howls/ in victory as the monster spasms and dies behind him.

Shaderunner swings down, watching George go through the damned thing, and, with his prepared strike, and seeing the beast fall, he pulls back, coming down over the corpse, looking around.

Defiant-Storm continues to circle above but when George appears to have killed the creature he banks to the right and does a perfect barrel roll down to join Journey and Alecto.

The woman that Alecto got out of the immediate area and healed, comes walking back towards the group, still very drained. She had been left in that pool of waste for a while, and definitely needs to be cleansed - as do all of you at this point. "You.. you killed it." She seems surprised, relieved, perhaps stunned. The creatures body begins to boil and pop in the ground, the toxic sludge pumping out of the open wounds and pouring out from all around it. A thick gas bubbles up from its body as the sludge acid settles and the heads starts to melt back down into its body.

Mocks-the-Dark is scraping the gore off and flinging it aside at the corpse, taking a moment to let his body heal itself. As the monster's body starts to break down he steps away and snarls an attempt at a spanish obscenity that winds up unintelligble from a crinos muzzel.

Shaderunner turns, waving the others off, <<No closer. I'm immune to this thing.>> He howls and makes a couple of passes before the disintegration starts. and he moves in starting to work on severing the roots of the fangs. This isn't a chance he's letting get away.

Howls-at-High-Moon hangs back, pacing. She keeps herself between the girl and the ooze, just watching, waiting for Journey to get his toofs.

Mocks-the-Dark looks over at the girl and nods >>Did it have a name? So the kill can be claimed properly before the galliards when we return home.<<

Shaderunner drops down, and Squelch Skllikt! SPLUDGE! And the Strider flies out! Sludge harmlessly trailing off him, carrying three HUGE pieces of ThunderHydra Dental work, and a fourth, that he looks at as he flies up, seeing the acit turning it darker and darker, he drops it and circles, coming back to the group, landing a bit away, and approaching carefully, but holding.. I mean look at the damn things!

"They referred to it as the Caern Consumer when they left us here. I do not know if that is what it truly is, or simply what Gissrakk calls it." The woman stares and watches Journey as he works in the sludge, tearing off fangs. "I only know it as the final resting place for my pack." She says bitterly.

Defiant-Storm hunkers down next to the woman so he can hear her better and nods sympathetically. He doesn't seem overly surprised at what Journey is doing. Hell, he does that all the time! King of Toofs! "Wait a minute. WHO left you here?"

The woman turns to look towards Defiant Storm, and takes in a breath. "Brinna Kay, rited Face of Luna. Elder Galliard of the Silent Striders. Far Strider of the Elopian Plains. Formerly.. Alpha of Moon Beams, children of Scarab." She looks back towards the decaying belly of the creature, and the bodies it consumed. "We were ambushed by a pack of Black Spiral Dancers on the same quest we were. Gissrakk and his pack forced us to retreat and chased us through the Penumbra. By the time they caught up to us, we were spent. He took the Scroll, and left us for dead here to feed.. that thing."

Mocks-the-Dark frowns and nods in agreement with Jake's question and looks over to open his connection to Rebiu **Find Aurora, our magic isn't strong enough to cleanse this** and returning his attention to the on going conversation and giving a 'whoa' as he gets a good look at the fang /swords/ Journey harvested from the beast.

Shaderunner shakes off a little, folding his wings and approaching, holding the fangs under his arm, listening alertly. He rumbles, <<Face of Luna, Ma'at is not your destiny today. Come with us. Be cleansed, rested, tell your story at the Enduring Spirit, and gather strength to return and finish this with this Black Spiral Pack, with support. Your spirit found us just in time to give you this chance for Justice and vengence.>>

Face of Luna considers you all, and slowly slumps down to her knees to look towards the belly of the beast once more. "We were not fast enough." Her entire pack wiped out, and her to survive. Like surviving, but being paralyzed. She shifts forward, taking a thin dark wolven form and lets out a long - pained howl for her brothers and sisters fallen.

Defiant-Storm looks over at George and nods. <<Yeah, Aurora is definitely needed here. She might even have to bring a friend.>> He eyes Journey's spoils of war with a look of pride. <<Those will make magnificent weapons for sure.>> Then he's looking back at Face of Luna. <<You mentioned a...Scroll. What kind of Scroll? And, yes, please come with us.>>

Mocks-the-Dark is going to hang back, as is his custom when the others are asking all the questions he would. No need to pile another on. When she howls though he will join her, a strider's lament in chorus.

Shaderunner snurfles and joins his voice in the howl, letting her begin the process of.. living, the sole survivor of her Pack. The mournful sound of having to go on after having those who were the better parts of yourself torn from you.

Defiant-Storm joins the howl as well, blending his own low voice with the others. From the sound of his howl it sounds like he knows what it's like to lose pack mates.

She takes the time to howl for her departed, unable to recover their bodies and return them to their loved ones - howling for their journey to the Legendary Realm is the best she can offer them. After she has run out of air in the long howl, she finally lowers her head and shift back. "I will join you soon." Before she moves to rise up once more. "It is a prophecy scroll.. we found it on a Weaver machine lost in the Deep Umbra. We discovered we were not the only one searching for it. I remember its words, only because I have read it so many times before. Please do not ask to hear them. I do not wish your pack to suffer the same fate as mine." She frowns, as though hearing the prophecy would ensure such a doom.

Shaderunner lowers his head from the Howl and nods, <<For now this is enough. We will recover ourselves and move on this upon reflection and planning, and preperation.>> He snarfles, looking back to George, nodding, then back <<Once we're farther from this tainted area, I'll send a spirit off to alert Enduring Spirit and they'll have our cleansings arrainged.>>

Defiant-Storm finishes his howl as well then looks over at the others, grief etching his furry features. He then nods to Face Of Luna, obeying her wish and not asking any further questions. The Ahroun then checks on George's injuries, which seem to be healing just fine.

Mocks-the-Dark nods at Shaderunner's words and looks around at the land as he adds >>I sent Rebiu for Aurora, she'll see to the land's needs.<<

When she is not asked to tell the story, it takes her a moment. Perhaps she was being foolish by asking such a thing. Her face is rather expressive, and she makes a decision. "After I am cleansed, I will continue on my own. I cannot allow Gissrakk to succeed." She brushes some of the residue of sludge off her, and turns to look back towards the others. "Forgive me, I do not know who most of you are." Which assumes she knows someone here at least.

Shaderunner rumbles, >>It may not be alone, if you do not wish it to be, I am Shaderunner of the Silent Striders. Journey Farshi of human name, Elder Theurge of Homid birth, Alpha of the Zephyrs Hand pack, mated to Vesta Farshi of the Silent Strider Kinfolk, Father of Stephen Farshi, deednamed Baconcaller.<< He replies, looking aorund and starting to move off away from the nasty decomposing sludge, looking up into the Penumbral night, checking the heavens and location, marking the place in his mind.

Defiant-Storm offers a gallant bow to the woman. <<Forgive me. Defiant-Storm, at your service. Also known as Jake Miller, Full Moon Elder of the Shadow Lords, born on two legs, packed to Zephyr's Hand.>> He points to Shaderunner and says proudly. <<He's my Alpha.>>

Mocks-the-Dark nods in agreement with Shaderunner >>I am I'm George Andrews of human name, rited 'Mocks-the-Dark', Homid born Elder Ragabash of the Silent Striders. Member of the Council of Elders for the Sept of Enduring Spirit. There will be aid if you want it.<<

She needs help, and she knows it - this has already cost her a great deal. Face of Luna nods respectfully to the group and says, "I owe you all my life. Thank you." Then without warning or adieu she begins to sing, in a haunted and prophetic tone to her voice:

Behold the coming of the black tide as the mouth widens beneath,
Discover what was forgotten and lost within It's teeth.
Grip tight and deliver to where Sun and Moon dance,
Face the challenge with an entity larger than any manse.

Once heralded, you may seek the ancient Knights,
Frozen beneath the Endless Winter which encases rights.
There you will discover the Honor you will need to survive,
Where to live means only to suffer longer than ever thrive.

Then and only then will you have a name in the Endless War,
Where you must convince the Warrior to lay down his gore.
Take the blade to the highest ladder that stretches in the Skies,
Use it to cut free the Web, to release Her from madness' eyes.

Next to succeed you must be willing to fail and break,
Sacrifice your achievements to free Him from the Silver Lake.
Only he can guide you through where the way ever-twists,
Mind maddened and clarity has given Vision to find It lists.

Take it back to your ancestors and learn their Elder Tales,
It will be hard to walk away from such a place of trails.
For next you descend where the White Howlers were lost,
There the Champion must be fought and defeat crossed.

His corruption has extended pre to civilization date,
Act swiftly to find your answer before you degenerate.
Take the Lost Key to where the Wyrm and Weaver dance,
Here lies the Broken Door which hides the last truth stance.

If you do not find it fast enough, you will never the warmth,
Only if you solve the riddle will you ever find the way North.
Take what you have found to four paws' hopefulness,
Learn of the Fate of Wolf in the coming Apocolypse.

Shaderunner looks up and around after she finishes, <<Okay, there's something to that prophecy, let's not repeat that around. Not the exact wording of it.>> He says as he looks at the forming circle on his side, and pokes at it, making sure the memory is stable and can be removed if needed.

Defiant-Storm listens intently, really concentrating on the woman. When she's done a slight shiver seems to go though him and he cocks his head before looking between George, Alecto and Journey. <<No, won't repeat it. It's...well...it's powerful.>>

Mocks-the-Dark nods at Shaderunner, its theurge-ish business so the Theurge gets to make the call.

Defiant-Storm blinks...then shakes his head...then blinks again. For a moment it looks as though he may even fall over but he doesn't. He simply stands there, staring off into the distance, jaw slightly open and a low growl escaping from him. It's not an aggressive growl, more like a growl of confusion...or surprise. He's not focusing on any of the others now. It's like they're not even there. Like he's looking though them at something else.

Shaderunner looks to Jake, head tilting.

Shaderunner walks over to Defiant Storm <<Focus on what you see, we'll look into it when we get back and can pull this apart.>>

Defiant-Storm blinks again then puts a paw on Shaderunner's shoulder to steady himself. <<Yes, it's...so vivid. So fucking vivid. It was like...I was there.>> He shakes his head as if trying to clear it. <<Goddamn.>>

Howls-at-High-Moon doesn't really LIKE that song. Nope. Not at all. But regardless, she just listens for now. Soothing isn't really her strong suit. She's more of a judgypants

Defiant-Storm :Mindspeak::(Jake's showing you what he saw. Exactly what he saw) Of the few that dare to call the dreaded Abyss a home, none is as infamous and terrifying as the Shadow Lord known as Nightmaster. Once a great hero to the Garou and a member of the Society of Nidhogg, he traveled into the Abyss long ago with his pack. Seeking out the realms secrets, his pack went mad with the nature of this realm and he was forced to put them down, one by one, till he was the only one standing in the lightless void. (There, he made a pact with the Abyss itself, either becoming its slave or its master. In doing so, he sacrifice his soul to the dark, and destroyed everything in his being that was weak or natural. He now walks the Abyss with impunity, freeing those creatures suited to his whims and subduing them into his service. He is a fitting ruler for this gloomy realm.)

Shaderunner moves along, and snags a spirit sending it off to alert the Sept of their arrival, lookign thoughtful <<The Abyss fits into this somehow, and this vision you have.>> He rumbles, considering, nodding slowly.

Mocks-the-Dark blinks a couple of times at the vision Jake shares and nods, quietly thoughtful.

"This may take some time. Shall I go and fetch the Gurahl, myself?" Howls is VERY MUCH on edge right now and she needs to run, to do .. THINGS... rather than worrying about the what ifs and all that

Defiant-Storm seems a bit shaken. Not scared. He's not scared of anything. But shaken nonetheless. Visions aren't exactly normal for him. He's just not that kind of Garou. He follows along with the others, silently.

Shaderunner rumbles to Howls, <<No, we need a cleansing form somone who hasn't been through Thunderhydra guts.>> He snurfs, <We'll get Cleansed and then we can get back to the Sept to recover properly, Anyone got lingering wounds?>>

Mocks-the-Dark shakes his head and rolls his shoulders >>Most of my fur has grown back and none of my bits are missing. So there's that.<<

Howls-at-High-Moon nods to Journey and she sits tight for now, though she's still pacing. "Let's move this forward, then. What do I need to do?"

>>If my dagger wasn't covered in that beast's blood I could cleanse everyone but...<< Defiant-Storm sighs and looks at his trusty dagger. >>For once I wasn't poisoned. That's a first. Am totally thankful for that. And I'm sure glad we didn't have to fight something like this out in the real world. Being able to fly above it really helped and gave us an advantage.<< He regards Mock's fur. >>Yes, it's almost back. Your killing blow was very impressive.<< He waits to see how Journey replies to Alecto.

Shaderunner looks over as a little bird comes to him, and he growls, <<Zephyr will open a Bridge for us to outside the Sept Protectorate, and we will meet others who are ready for us to cleanse us. Then we can enter the Sept.