2019.10.01: Hints of Stillness

Hints of Stillness
The Fianna + token Shadow Lord go out on a patrol and discover something unlike they have seen before.
IC Date	October 1st, 2019
Players	Hjalmar, Isla, Sean, Zyler ST
Location	Outside the bawn
Spheres	Gaian, Garou

Isla's been requested to lead a patrol in the south west corner of the Bawn. Hjalmar, Sean, and Zyler are all assigned to work with her as it's not expected to deal with a lot out there. it's been quiet.

It always is before the storm.

About 2 hours into the 4 hour patrol, the group is coming to a small clearing in the forest. A pause to gather themselves, take a brief break before going on, has that eerie note that always says something is off within nature.

it's quiet.

Isla is proud to get to lead this group of Fianna... even with the dark Shadow Lord with them. "Do ye sense that?" She grins. "I sense we got somethin' a comin'. Ready yerselves! Let's go see what we find!" She shifts to Hispo for now, as she wants to be ready for whatever trouble comes.

Hjalmar is following Isla on patrol today it seems! And so far. Patrol's been quiet. But at this break.. The quiet is.. Too quiet." He cants his head at Isla's words and smiles. "Aye. So it seems." He closes his eyes and wills himself to shift into his war form. And after the shift. He unsheathes his axe. Frost rimes the axe's blade, and it is massive.. And thus easily big enough to be used in Crinos.

Sickening ripping and stretching sounds are heard as the transformation takes place and Hjalmar becomes a huge murder machine

"Yeah... for sure." Sean frowns and reaches into his pocket briefly, patting something, then he shifts with a rip and a snarl and the tearing of bones into his hispo form. That's where he likes to play

Zyler, the black wolf of the group, huffs a little at Isla's comment. He'd shift to human, that double barreled shotgun coming along with him as he'd check it's charge, nod, then clack it closed. Zyler keeps his eyes sharp, scanning about thiem as he'd prepare for whatever may be coming.

Fiery Bellona will move forward, leading the group - scouting to see what she can carefully and sensing all she can around. Anything out of normal, which for her probably would be pretty damn weird.

ShieldBrother stays close and a bit to the right of Isla, not breaking formation as they move. He too. Has his eyes and ears peeled for anything amiss.

As the group prepares, it seems that the intensity of the silence would increase. Muffling the surrounding area about them even. As if leeching the very sound from the air. Then it'd happen. Small spurts of blackness would suddenly have these small figures of black drop out of them in a ring around the group. They're so black, they hurt to even look at them, sucking in the light as they bob about. The only thing showing their head would be two dots of malevolent red light. These things seem to make everything about them go still, slowly converting their surroundings to a stasis of stillness and silence.

Broken Claw takes up the back, leaving a little distance, but not too much. When the things drop, the big hispo instantly turns to the side so he can cover more area. <<The fuck...>>

Fiery Bellona shifts up to Crinos. >> Anyone know what these things are? I dinnae think they are on gaia's side! Careful! ATTACK! << Anything that feels this bad has /got/ to be of the triat - and not one they want out here in the forest.

Fiery Bellona reaches back for her Ruby Javelin, and with a quick move hits the nearest blackinkynastycritter near her. It tries to move, and she still manages a piece of it. >> WHATEVER YOU ARE, YOU NEED TO GO! DIIIEEEE!!! << Preparing for the next attack, she gets hit but it isn't enough to get through her protections.

ShieldBrother does not need any incentive when the Shadow creatures attack. No. He swings his Frost rimed axe, JokullStormr. And cleaves one of the things apart, eliciting a screech of metal on metal as it folds in on itself. <<For Gaia!>> His growl deep and clear.. But then he is attacked by another one of the Shadows. But the creature misses, and he swings his axe at it, nearly cleaving it in half. But the creature is not yet down it seems! But with the return swing. He finishes the job. Killing the creature. And bearing the screech of its death..

While the others are quick to work with those melee weapons to deal with the black.. critter things? Zyler, for his part, sets his stance, gun coming up as he braces himself. That click-BOOM of the shotgun is surprisingly loud in the stifling silence of the surrounding woods while he helps ShieldBrother take down that critter with his back stroke!

Poke. Boop. Slice. The big red crinos guy known as Broken Claw dances around, trading pokes. One slice from the little bastard gets a LITTLE too close and he reels back. <<FUCKER!>> he growls and spins around, dropping low and slicing UPWARD, bisecting the thing from crotch to nose and out through the top of what passes for its head.

Fiery Bellona twirls the javelin around, and hits the first blackickiness again, and it splits and BLOOPS out. With a quick maneuver, the flaming red furred monster slices and dices the next one, taking out with that horrible screech! >> DIE AND GET! << She spins around once it is dead and gone to check the others. >> YE GOT 'EM ALL? <<

Hjalmar is up in the fight. And sensing a void coming up from the side, he slashes that way.. But with the silence this distorting... He misses. He growls at it and gets attacked twice now! One hit lands. But he shrugs it off easily. He then swings again. But with his target in front of him now.. There is no escape from his axe. He chops it clean in half. Even preventing the thing from screaming... And then. He is about to target the next one... But none are left it seems. He snarls. Or is it a grin? <<Aye. Got them all. Now.. What were they?>>

Zyler, for his part, lined that next shot up, prepped to try and hit it, but the others are quite fast in getting it taken care of! Lowering that gun of his, he looks about as the sudden rush of noise. Just the simple sound of air moving, the feel of it, is a small thing that is only missed when it's gone. Zyler takes in a small breath, then lets it out. He shakes his head as he looks around, then to the others. "Not sure what was. Seems.. odd. Very odd. will have to go research. Yes? We stay alert for rest of trip? Yes?"

Fiery Bellona growls a bit at it all. >> Aye, Voldemort. Do yer research. Keep yer eyes peeled and we will alert the Patrol Captain. << Keeping that Javelin out, >> Search the area, check for taint. Then we return. <<

"Cleansing. Everyone...." says the Theurge, still in his war form. You can talk a LITTLE, but with that accent AND the sound of the crinos voice trying to make human words is difficult. His eyes swing back and forth, along with the movement of his head to take in everything around him

ShieldBrother nods. <<Aye. investigate. Watch and cleanse.>> With that. He takes up a watch at the group's edge. Walking in a circle around them a bit as he keeps his senses perked.