2019.02.07: Battle Singer's Patrol
| Battle Singer's Patrol | |
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| Lleutrim, as a Patrol Leader, takes out a group of Rank 1 garou as well as a Rank 2 fera, on a patrol of the Caern's bawn in the Deep Forest. They run into three feral dogs that were corrupted by banes. | |
| IC Date | Thu Feb 07 17:47:33 2019, PST. |
| Players | Lleutrim, Sonya, Mora, Taya, Branton, Dragomir, Journey, Aleksandr |
| Spheres | Shifter Gaian Garou Kinfolk Fera |
Mystic Valley - Deep Forest(#1747RJU)
The forest floor of the Large Cavern begins to slope sharply downwards into a deep, subterranean valley, the pathway ages ago etched into long, wide steps worn by countless feet and paws over the years. The walls of this valley cavern are high and extremely steep volcanic rock and granite slabs, the ceiling of the cavern so high that the valley has taken on its own internal weather system. Hundreds of feet overhead, the vents and cracks allowing sunlight to filter through can no longer be seen, light spreading as though the valley were lit with a gentle and unseen underground sun of its own. Mist from underground streams and waterfalls create en endless cycle of clouds, brief rains, and evaporation into clouds again, while breezes from any number of caves and tunnels bring fresh air and move the clouds through their false sky.
The subterranean forest is thickest here, towering evergreen trees are dwarfed by the sheer size of the valley cave, weeping willows hang curtains of greenery over meandering streams and pools of mineral water. The steep, unclimbable valley walls are dotted with vines and bushes that have, against all odds, found purchase and growth potential. Stone pathways wend and meander through moss and wild grass along the valley, creating miles of walkways all throughout this sacred place.
A large central meadow has become a meeting point for the valley. Near enough to the Large Cavern's steeply stepped pathway and with wide stone avenues branching away to living areas, shrines, and the amphitheater. A well maintained seating area takes up the middle of the meadow, with a stone pit made for a large bonfire, several old logs and small boulders pulled up around it for comfortable seating. A large and ornately carved totem pole stands tall nearby, detailing the leadership of the Caern. Also nearby, a massive stone tablet jutting four feet out of the ground has inscribed upon its polished face the rules of the Caern, unmissable by anyone in the area.
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Journey nods, "There's merit. This Fetish, I don't expect everyone to make one, it will be useless in your day to day activities, right up until it becomes the most important answer to the most important question you can ask." He nods, "And even so, you'll be able to find someone with one to find the answer." He nods.
There is a fire around witch a logt of Theurges are, Banebreaker, Journey, Aleksandr, and Dragomirs holding that rock Journey pulled out of the pool.
Journey nods to Dragomir. "Vampires can enslave the emotions of someone by slipping them their blood, just a little bit, but the enslavement is real, and deadly. This detects it."
Aleksandr crouches by the rest of the Theurges, but when Dragomir takes the wrong and examines it, his attention turns back to him. His face unreadable, but he does seem to be studying the other Silver Fang rather intently, not the stone he's holding. Though his attention comes back to Journey as he speaks and he bows his head to the man. "I understand value of it certainly, I just assumed something had perhaps sparked its design in recent days." A shrug.
Lleutrim has arrived at the Caern as a wolf and slips back into his homid form almost at once. He's come from the Patrol Depot cave and starts to look around to see who's already assembled on this end of the valley at the nearest fire pit. The Galliard stops there and begins to wait for his patrol members to show up. Pale grey eyes slip over to observe the Theurges assembled with Dragomir with that stone Journey's been carrying around. "Good evening, Elders. Eye of the Storm'rhya, Lights the Darkness'rhya..." and so forth through the list in order of rank.
Making her way into the area is Sonya, who is wearing a pair of slim black flexible jogger pants, a black shirt with white stripes along the sleeves and a solid black windbreaker. The young Korea spies all the new faces, finding herself gravitating towards Lleutrim. "Hey." She calls over with a lift of her hand towards him, offering up a welcoming smile.
Taya makes her way, taking her time on two legs, a large staff in hand that she uses as a walking stick currently. Fresh air, outside of the city, she should have been out here more since she arrived in the area, but hey, she's here now at least.
Mora comes walking in from the wooded area she gives note and respect to the elder in the area first. But her eyes goes wide "Wow its the pretty coffie streamer." she is very suprised to see her here.
Dragomir is standing next to the theurge gathering, discussing matters with Journey and Banebreaker. Nearby is Aleksandr. The man is dressed in a nice looking thin-fabric black suit, open chested with a silver button down shirt. Hand-made leather dress shoes on his feet, and one half-gloved hand resting in his pocket as the other holds a stone.
Drago nods towards Journey's explanation, "Then we should ensure that the Guardian pack has these if we have not already, so they may test those that come into the Caern. I will have Hu.." he pauses for a moment. There's a moment to self-reflection, then he offers, "I'll seek a theurge to craft me one." then he hands the stone to the next person in the group.
A glance is given towards Lleutrim and he nods in greeting, "Good evening Battle Singer." then he looks towards all the others that are ariving. "So many faces I do not recognize."
Journey shakes his head at Aleks, sitting at the fire with a lot of the other Theurges. "No, not really, the whole thing occured to me suddenly, and the design was apparent. I've been thinking about it off anf on for, a while I guess, it just clicked suddenly." Banebreaker rises, nodding to Journey and walks off with her walking stick, and several of the other Theurges break up, looking at the runes on the leather scroll, and nodding, heading off. Journey ends up with the stone and looks around as Lleu and others come up. "Hello."
Jillian was sent from Hj's lodge to come report to the Caren, the young woman looks about and she approaches, "I am Rollie'Pollie, born to bear, of Icestalkers, cub." she says as she looks about and waves to those she is knowing.
The Galliard quietly greets each new arrival in his baritone, "Sonya, glad you could make it. Mora. Jill, I haven't seen you in a while." Lleutrim smiles when she comes to join them. Let's hold off on our introductions until we move to the Patrol Depot cave, all right? We don't need to be too loud and disturb our elders."
As quietly as he may, Lleu starts pointing them towards the exit, "Patrol Depot cave is right through there, hang a right." A glance back to Journey, Dragomir and Aleksander. Lleu adds, "Sorry for the interruption. We'll get out of your hair soon as possible." Looks like mostly rank 1 people tonight aside from Sonya herself.
Aleksandr's head tilts at what Dragomir says and then his brow furrows as if trying to suss something out about his words. "If you need help, I would gladly offer mine to you, Eye-of-the-Storm-rhya." A bowed head and he turns back to Journey, nodding. "Sometimes inspiration just hits. I am simply glad we have not had any such problems." Though people are gathering and Aleksandr rises instinctively and turns to Lleutrim and the others, bowing a head to each in turn. "Battle Singer, it is good to see you." His eyes flicker around the lot again curiously.
The joy of being new to a place, all these people, especially the important elders, seem shiney and new. Taya watches the elders for a moment before returning her attention back to those more her rank. Bear cub? Cool! Oh, right, that way. She looks to the direction Lleu points before starting that way.
Jillian nibbles on her lips as she makes her introduction, she slowly turns wondering if she should be here... the woman hangs back to follow the others
Journey looks around at everyone, and as Lleu plays Patrol leader and heards the troops, he sort of waves to them, just watching.
As soon as his herd of Cliaths, a pair of fera and Branton show up, Lleu gives his elders a smile and a wave as he walks on to the Patrol Depot to check his roll, make sure Sergei's cleared people, and get things rolling.
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Patrol Depot - Deep Forest
While not overly large, this cavern's space has been put to great use as a supply depot for those performing bawn patrols. Racks and shelves make wide, neat aisles, holding everything from weaponry to survival gear and repair tools. None of it is magic, but supplies are in plentiful enough numbers to outfit any patrol.
Groups of Garou and Kinfolk can often be seen perusing the racks to take or stock arrows, bow strings, candles, water skins, knives, and more. The grind of weapons being sharpened, the scent of leather oils and the flutter of fletching being set mingles with conversation about patrol routes and weapon preferences. Sept Kinfolk keep careful stock of supplies, sending out runners for orders as well as providing help to patrol members looking for goods.
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Jillian rubs her eyes slightly as she follows after Taya, she moves slowly and lumbering following alongside the other wolves.
Once they are heading out of the Caern proper and through the caves to the Patrol Depot, Lleutrim comes along and snags a clipboard off of the wall with a sheet of paper on it and lists. "All right, listen up! Sonya, Jillian, Branton - are you cleared by Jake or Sergei for Patrols? You need permission to come along and they need to know who's out there with me." Mora seems to have gotten lost so Lleu keeps an eye out for the Ragabash and glances over at Taya.
Branton is in the Depo going over gear maintence and sorting out some stuff he dropped off. Seems to be arrows, lots and lots of arrows.
"There's nothing like the sounds of the wyld." Taya remarks casually to those walking to the depeot near her. She comes to a stop, almost standing at attention as Lleutrim begins speaking. When the man looks at her, she offers a smile.
Jillian shakes her head sadly "no." she admits "I just coming this way because Hjalamar say so." she blinks and blinks again "is either of them here for asking?"
Giving a nod of her head, Sonya says, "Yes, I have been cleared by Sergei. Nice guy." She says, then to the others she announces herself. "My name is Sonya Breckenridge. I am the Fire Runner. Ranked Akaa for the Khan. I am the current leader for the pride known as Halycon, protected by the Mother of All Cats." She straightens up to her full height, chin lifting upwards. "Nice to meet all of you."
Mora mora got caught up "Sorry about that." said as Lleu said she was lost. but she stops there so they all can talk.
Sergei is coming in from outside the caern and enters the depot to find it crowded "Another group ready to head out into the forest? Good. Some new faces though...I am Sergei Ivanov of human name. Among the Nation I am Howling-Wind, son of Bloody-Snow, son of Blood-on-the-Wind. Wolf-born Ahroun of Great Wendigo's people at the Sept of the Siberian Wilds. I am now a member of the Sept of Enduring Spirit in service to Great Wendigo and the Nation as an Athro. Currently I am assisting the Warder as Patrol Captain. If you are kinfolk of any kind or Fera and looking to join a patrol group on securing our woods make yourself known to me."
A pen is tied to the clipboard by a piece of twine. Lleu uses it to start checking off names or to write them in as needed, "Nevermind, Branton, I see Jake's cleared you - it's already noted." No surprise, that. "Jillian, you need to go see Sergei. I don't know if he's here in the Caern or not. You can join a later patrol if he's not handy. Stick your head out and go ask if anyone's seen him." Lleu goes on down the list and looks to Sonya and checks her off, "Thanks. Yes, do give your introductions." As soon as Mora slips in, Lleu notes her arrival and hangs the clipboard back up.
And there's Sergei! What timing!
Lleutrim adds, "Howling Wind'rhya, your timing couldn't be better. Jillian needs to bespeak you, please, sir."
Jillian looks over to Sergei and quipes in "Jill is bearcub!" she says simply.
Sergei frowns and considers Jillian's declaration "Rankless? I can appreciate your enthusiasm but without permission from the gurhal overseeing your training you can't go into battle with us. To risk an unready child without the caern being directly threatened cannot be allowed."
Jillian frowns a little and she nods her head to Sergei "ok.." she says as she moves quietly to the door "you let me knowing after maybe Jill can cleanse the land." she nods her head
"Everyone listen up." This is directed to the others while Jillian and Sergei speak together. Lleutrim looks around at each gathered, "Except for Branton here, we'll all be going in lupus or other suitable four legged form. Whatever is stealthiest and best for scouting and tracking. We'll want to move fast but /quietly/. I'll lead you through our assigned grid and we'll keep alert for anything we can detect that shouldn't be about. I am this patrol's leader with Branton and Sonya being the most experienced. We'll be watching each other's backs but sing out if we get into anything messy and you need help. /If/ we run into anything, -FOLLOW ORDERS- and don't make any noise you don't have to. Any questions ?" Lleu keeps his baritone pitched a little low so not to keep Sergei from speaking with Jillian.
Rocking her shoulders back and forth, Sonya takes a step forward and then blurs down through her forms as her clothing poofs into spirit about her. Before everyone is a large, heavily muscled orange tiger with black stripes. Her gold eyes /gleam/ brightly as she scents the air a few times, whiskers flaring about her white whiskered muzzle.
Mora shakes her head before she slowly changes to Lupus form. But she does take a moment to do that strange but cute leg streching that all canines do.
Sergei nods to Jillian and offers "You get Aurora or Asher to give permission and you will be all set. If they run into anything that needs cleansing they can of course call you in once the area is secure."
Branton nods at what Lleu says and gives a low impressed whistle when Sonya shifts, looking back to Lleu he adds "My steps aren't particularly quiet but the magic in my boots makes them swift. And if it comes to it I can lift off the ground."
Jillian moves to Large Cavern - Deep Forest
Taya listens attentively before nodding her head. After a moment, she shifts through her forms to her lupus form along with the others. The sight of the large feline though gets her attention, but at least she's not growling or chasing it for now. She does inch a little closer to the Sonya though, curious.
Lleutrim laughs softly at Branton, "I'm /not/ worried about you. I'll be surprised if you get caught flat footed with anything tonight." Jillian heads out before he might say something to her so he looks to Sonya. "Sweet. Looking darn good there, Fire Runner." He then looks to the others to see them changing forms, "If I need to speak to you, Fire Runner, I'll use mind speak - unless you know lupus. None of you jump out of your skin or be surprised if I try to link with you at some point and you hear my voice in your head."
That said, Lleutrim begins to change from man to wolf - reflexively and without hesitation, blending seamlessly through until he too is a large grey wolf with ruddy tinted flanks and silvery eyes.
Giving a low noisy chuff in her throat, Fire Runner shakes her head at the mention of Lupus. She drags her paw across the ground, drawing in the dirt with a claw. No. Speak. Wolf.
Mora wolf form is like a normal red wolf except on her head is white fur that looks like shehas goat horns. She looks to the others ready to go.
Grounded Mercy gives a long stretch of her lupus form, growling a little. Once limbered up a bit, she looks to the one leading the patrol.
Branton nods at Lleutrim as he does a last minute check of his gear "I'll let you past my shields if you need to. I do speak wolf though. If anyone needs to cross to the Umbra in a hurry get near me, I can thin the gauntlet to ease your way."
Battle Singer shakes himself out, his thick coat shining with health. He sniffs around at each of them to commit their scents to his memory and then looks to Branton, >> Let's head out then. << The Fianna wolf suddenly sneezes once, a loud wolf-cachew! A wolfish smile for Fire Runner, then he turns to start heading out of the caves at a lope to lead the way! Hopefully Branton's a good runner, right?
The air around Fire Runner shimmers brightly in a silver ambiance. << Oh yeah. That feels good >> She growls out in her own tongue, gives a long stretch, then starts off as directed as her tail flicks back and forth behind her. She walks gracefully, proud, confident. The Queen of the jungle.
Grounded Mercy waits for a moment, taking her time to watch a couple of the others before taking off with them. She works to fall in step with the pack.
Mora seems relaxed in this form <wish I could sleep in this form some times.> muttred to her self as she follows the others.
Branton takes out a fancy looking collapsable baton, like police gear, and extends it to useable length. As he heads out with the group the wing shape tooled into the leather on the ankles of his boots flash breifly and he keeps pace, moving with more than human speed.
Grounded Mercy looks to Mora as they run. <Why don't you?> she questions before her eyes are drawn to the two legger. Hmph, show off!
Mora says shortly "homid born, would wake up in my normal form."
Out into the night's forest they go - wolves, a tiger (!!!) and Branton. Battle Singer leads the way at a good pace to start out, loping in a wolf's canter to cover ground with some speed. The Galliard glances back from time to time to keep track of whether everyone is keeping up and not bunching up too much, nor strung out and lagging far behind. If Branton shows the slightest difficulty in keeping up, the Fianna will slow to a trot. He moves quietly and fludily without sound through the forest, leaping over fallen trees, slowing when they come to a creek, pausing freqently to simply stop and sniff around.
Overhead the stars are shining through the branches above. An owl hoots in the darkness. There is the scent of pines with mixed hardwoods, the ground fairly dry with a few leaves and pine needles to carpet the forest floor with various brush and native plants scattered. To the east and then south they head, Battle Singer showing the way to their quadrant. Then easterly again for a while. Scents are strong and fresh though so far, all natural, green growing things, untainted earth, clean flowing water trickling, thick mosses and feathery bracken.
Runs-Into-Fire gives a low chuff back to them as she skulks through the shadows, winding about trees, keeping a low profile. Her ears perk like two tiny radars upon her head, swiveling this way and that as she scents the wind. She pulls in the senses about her strongly at times, looking to memorize the path they came from.
Grounded Mercy goes silent as she concentrates on keeping up with the pack. She may be garou, but she'll still relish the feel of running on all fours and being with others of like kind. When Battle Singer starts sniffing when they stop, she takes a moment to do the same before taking off with the group again.
Branton is focusing on what he can see of the local umbra, since he can see spirits without special effort he's on overwatch for the moment. He's also paying attention to what his magical sensitivities tell him.
Mora stops as she looks around the area insted of using her natural wolf nature.
It takes a while and time passes. The patrol continues east for a while, covering miles through the deep forest. The dry ground begins to give way to a damper landscape. Brackens are replaced with ferns, the hardwoods thinning out, being replaced with softer wood trees. Somewhere a Chuck-will's-widow calls it's erie cry, undilating up and down with it's odd clicks. Frogs begin to be heard as the patrol proceeds into an increasingly wet portion of the bawn.
Battle Singer has slowed the pace, dropping out of his lope to a trot and sometimes a walk. He goes more cautiously now, silent and watchful as they check for scents. An ear swivals this way and that, raising his head to listen to the night. His head he turns to look back and observe the others.
A moment later, the Fianna wolf turns and continues on, starting to curve towards the north. He has to watch his footing as his paws sink into wet earth, making him leap over a puddle and choose their path more carefully as they cross into a boggy, swampy section. Everyone's feet are going to get muddy fast.
A tigress home is in the moist jungles, and thus Fire Runner seems at ease with the moisture and dampness beneath her. She continues along, flanking Battle Singer as she sniffs the air. Her heightened senses are constantly on a swivel as she searches the surroundings.
Battle Singer stops, lifting his nose and turning his head slowly. He's the first to notice something. He stands there, his wolf's toes splayed in the mud that now reaches up to his knees and hocks and splatters his underbelly fur. His tail held straight out, ears up, he turns to the right and begins to make his way through thickening growth. As the others also change direction and begin to head eastwards again, they begin to smell it.
A sweet, cloying moldy sort of odor like one might expect to find in a load of wet laundry left far, far too long in the washer. The Galliard starts moving much more carefully, following his nose and keeping an eye on his patrol mates. It's getting pretty wet and mucky and brambles catch at fur and clothing.
>> Quietly. Spread out - let us find the source for the odor. << More and more stealthfully, Battle Singer moves, but also he uses body language to encourage others to track and help find whatever it may be. Up ahead is a soft sound of splashing and then a muted yip.
Grounded Mercy slows as the odor is mentioned and then when the smell strikes her nose, she pauses completely. The temporary packs alpha is looked to and orders received, she starts trying to find some sort of dry land to move more silently as she starts to spread out to one flank.
Mora keeps low and shows that she does not mind getting dirty... take that how ever you want. She waits for the patroll leader to make the next move.
Branton wrinkles his nose as he smells the odd odor and he nods at lleu's directions before looking around for high ground. Some branches up in the trees they pass by get considered as possible perches.
The smell is faint yet as they creep slowly closer, spreading out, it definitely smells moldy or like a sweet fungus. Battle Singer can hear some of their group is far less stealthy and making noise. So he stops in his tracks and hunkers down on a moss clump to think about what they might be coming up on, looking and listening.
Up ahead through the swampy trees and brambles there's some movement and now they can all hear something splashing about in the water and muck. It sounds like two or more dogs, one of them whining, another gives a soft yip, a crying sort of submissive pathetic sound. The smell seems to be coming from the same direction - a smell of decay, rot, unhealthy.
Looking back, Battle Singer communicates as quietly as he may in lupus, >> Smells wrong. Use gifts to sense what it may be and prepare - in case it is not good. <<
Mora focuses her energy and then shakes her head as she is not use to this feeling that much.
Branton wrinkles his nose and holds up 3 fingers and says very quietly "Fomori. Gods I'll never get used to that smell." and then he mutters something about itching teeth
Grounded Mercy keeps still in her spot off to the side, attention divided between the source of the noise and the pack she patrols with. Fomori? Her back hips wiggle a the ahroun in her wants to strike forth!
Battle Singer turns his head to watch Branton's hand movement, his wolf's ears cupping in that direction to catch the very soft words. The Fianna nods, >> Same as I detect. They may have been dogs once - but they aren't anymore. << Silvery eyes look to the tiger and the Galliard nods, >> Do so. You may lead. I will hang back to keep an eye out for more or to assist where there is need. It will be good practice for the others - beware of toxins with formori. Often poisonous. << Because /she/ doesn't speak lupus, Battle Singer has backed up his comments through thoughts. Runs-Into-Fire has the lead on this attack!
Giving a nod of her head, Fire Runner passes back to the Fianna, << I will tank the front line. Draw their attention towards me. Hold back for roughly thirty seconds. This will allow you to see if there is any others hiding that may try and strike while they have the advantage in numbers. Battle Singer will flank wide, try and take a higher ground for visibility and advantage. If I am overwhelmed, you will know. >> With that, the orange juggernaut strides forward, keeping low as she prowls like the huntress she was born to be, zeroing in on the dogs as she continues to scent.
Stalking through the dark, keeping herself low to the ground, Fire Runner ensures her scent is down wind as she shifts her body a bit. As she spies the three, she relays the information back to Battle Singer through their psychic link. It's the small one that she will pick out first. She will look to take out the squishy first, diminish their numbers. With a silent strike, she blurs, popping a rage to shift upwards into her Chatro form, followed by her jaws gaping wide to try and chomp on it's neck.
As Runs-into-Fire slinks up stealthfully (almost not stealthfully enough) and then gets a much better look at what lies ahead, she does indeed relay back to Battle Singer through the Mindlink, and he in turn relays to the rest in lupus, >> Three dogs, one big mastiff looking, one middle sized, one runty. She's heading in for the runt. Get ready to attack! << As for himself, he's ready to move in and head off to the side to the slight rise to keep an eye on all that goes on.
The instant Runs-Into-Fire rushes out, there's the terrible yip and cry of one of the formori dogs getting swept up and hurt!
The Armor of Kings gleams as it brushes off the Lab's attack, rippling in gnosis. Focused, Fire Runner looks to finish the job by chomping down on the run's head.
Branton looks around when he's warned that combat is about to commence, and crouches down before leaping into the air and landing on a sturdy branch as he wonders if fomori dogs can climb trees.
Branton is also humming the Gummi-Bears theme song
Grounded Mercy's body shifts up to her larger hispo form as she launches herself from her position, angling towards that middle sized enemy!
With a loud rumble, Fire Runner barrels forward and snaps her jaws around the fomori hound's head, hearing the loud crunch of bone as she snaps the skull in half with one mighty yank and thrash. She can feel the blood splatter, the body growing limp beneath her striped weight.
Mora body snaps and pops as she grows to 11 feet tall of fur and scaryness. she uses her long strides to get to the bad puppys.
Runs-Into-Fire is out there and all hell starts to break loose! Battle Singer has passed on what she observed when she snuck up so the others are forwarned. He moves to the side where he can get closer and a better view of what is going on, poised to spring in and lend help if needed, on the look out for /more/ formori should the three not be alone out here.
Runs-Into-Fire kills the little Runty Chihuahua looking dog formor easily with her great jaws - crunch! The little stinky SMELLS REALLY BAD and then as she kills him, he POPS in her mouth like a puff ball fungus! EWwWEeE! Nastiness plooms out around her face and toxic spores are gaggingly horrid to inhale! Luckily he's a ... was a little formor so there's not much of a cloud to expose the others other than their picking up on the bad smell, sickly sweet and rotting!
Mastif on the other hand changes his form, growing MUCH larger and on up into a Crinos like beast with huge fangs and claws! Warty knobs burst through his fur making for a kind of body armour! He snarls viciously!
Lastly the middle formor that looks like it was once such a friendly Labrador mixed mutt is covered with leasions and puss filled tumors. It also smells bad as the fight continues.
With her form increased, Grounded Mercy makes her charge at that middle of the pack fomor! Bringing down one large paw to slash her claws across the creature before growling in anger as it hurts her in return.
As Runs-Into-Fire shrugs off the attack of the dog, her silver armor gleams brightly. When the large mastiff takes a tumble, she surges forward, looking to bury her teeth into his throat on his prone position.
It looks like the Scooby Gang has their hands full with these fomori! With Branton up in a tree doing the lookout thing, that leaves Battle Singer as their backup! The Fianna shapeshifts into Hispo as he watches, silvery eyes bright. He sees how things are shaping up and the huge Dire wolf with the faintly blood stained looking flanks rushes in to lend aid in the fight - only his teeth barely catch fur and flesh on the armoured, knobby Mastif Crinos beast! His attack does little more than rip some hide open and only a little damage to the muscles of the beast's shoulder and thick neck.
Mora runs in all gracefull as she screams out "Do ghloir Gaia." well with that rookie mistake she gave the Lab Famorie a chance to sidestep. As she swipes a bit wild she takes a stance getting ready to attack again soon.
Once the mastiff hits the ground, Fire Runner blurs forward and snaps her jaws into the shoulder of the creature, coming away with only a hunk of meeat. The poison in her mouth continues to aggravate her, eyes stinging, but forward she presses on.
The Mastif Crinos goes go down, for Grounded Mercy's Falling Touch gift works to knock him off of his feet. His thick body thuds on the soft, wet earth and water splashes but he rolls with the motion and is back on his feet at once! Snarling, he was unable to attack nor fend off the attacks upon him!
The Labrador has taken damage and a tumor burst, seeping toxic, acidic pus. He reeks of rot and corruption, tainted by the bane that possesses him as the fight continues.
Poor little Runty lies discarded in the mud, a moldering fungal mess.
Battle Singer yet again goes after the Mastif and the armoured, powerful beast in it's bizzare Crinos form with garou like fangs and claws is difficult to sink his teeth into! The Dire wolf's dice also don't like him much tonight, ripping only hide and upper muscle once more to inflict not much damage. Still, the Mastif fomor is starting to bleed from his minor wounds, wound up and vicious in it's corruption!
Once Battle Singer dances back from his attack, Fire Runner leaps forward, snarling deeply in her throat. She snags the creature by the throat and twists her body, pulling him back to the ground. Planting one large paw on his chest, the chatro form of the Queen yanks back, tearing the throat and tearing the head clean off the shoulders. Her eyes gleam brightly as blood has covered her muzzle and chest, ears slicked back.
Mora was stance swilves as her claws ccomes down hard on the lab but its armor just scratched it.
Once the battle clears, Fire Runner feels the adrenaline leak away. << My mouth is burning. >> She paws at her muzzle, ears wilted back as she gives a loud cough of blood to the ground. She stares at the fallen enemy upon the ground. << We need a retrieval team. I can cleanse, but I need pure water. >>
The nasty, toxified Labrador fomor doesn't have a chance. /This/ time Battle Singer is all over him and has a lot more success ripping the last fomor apart than he had against the Masfit that Runs-Into-Fire tears apart. Snarling, Lleu bites the Labrador in the throat and shakes him, mauling the thing and breaking it's body with the thrashing, not to mention ripping out it's throat. The nasty acid filled tumors burst in Battle Singer's mouth and he lets go, backing off in a hurry and gagging! A terrible, wretched sound. But then it's done and there are no more enemies to attack. What a muddy, bloody mess!
The woods all around them are now silent. No sounds of night birds, only the uncaring stars shining down from above.
Branton hops down from the tree into a three point landing before straightening up and getting out a canteen, he may not speak Feline but he knows biting puss monsters could not have been fun "If we get the bodies stacked I can burn them and try and neutralize the wyrm energy till the Keeper of the land can get a team out here. If that Gurhal's still around maybe she'll want to pitch in now that the area's secure."
Mora nods to what Branton said and is helping to drag them to a pile "here ok?"
Coughing and hacking, Fire Runner takes a few steps to the side, then flops down heavily upon her hind quarters. She paws roughly at her muzzle, spitting again. Her tongue lolls out a few times, painted green. There is a hitch in her stomach and she turns her head to one side, heaving out, then throws up into the grass as her body gives a visible shudder.
Battle Singer pants and then after several breathes, the dire wolf shifts through the forms until Lleutrim stands up as a man once more. "Anyone hurt? Grounded Mercy? I can heal." He looks around, "Branton! Will you come down and help us with a fire?" Donnachaidh considers it, "We can send for them. I can cleanse but it's a lot of work for just one of us and I'd do better and faster with help." Ugh, he's filthy with mud and blood.
While they gather up the fomor bodies in preparation to burn them, Lleu goes to Runs-Into-Fire, "You are hurt. Sick? Let me try to help you."
Pawing again at her muzzle, Fire Runner is trying her best to not dig her claws into her face. When Trim comes over to support, she holds herself still, closing her eyes until she feels the healing surge through her. With a shake of her head, she butts her cheek into his leg, then shifts upwards into her normal form, clothes undedicating. She's covered in blood and she smells terrible. "NNgggg... Thank you so much. Shit, that was bad."
Branton nods at Mora "That'll do, now everyone stay well back." And he turns to face the pile and concentrate. While his pyrokinesis doesn't take being angry to use any more there's something about agents of the wyrm twisting innocent dogs into monsters that gets him really upset and he says sharply "Enkavma." and with a single WOOSH the corpses are completely enveloped in white fire.
Lleutrim finally got to feel that beautiful coat with it's amazing orange hue and black stripes as he touches Runs-Into-Fire and strokes the beast's head, neck and down her spine - until she changes back into a woman. "I'm glad if I could help. We should probably cleanse you too. Cleanse all of who came into contact with them, after we deal with the bodies."
They get back as Branton tells them to do.
Mora stands back staying in Chrinos but shields her eyes.
Sonya nods her head to Trim as she runs a hand through her hair, pulling her fingers away as she finds them sticky with gore. "I agree. Definitely need a cleansing, and a shower. Good fight though." She says with a flash of teeth to him for a friendly grin.
Mora slowly shifts to her human form "I was lucky and was not hurt, but I will take a clense."
