2020.11.30:Sept of Abundant Waters - Salvation

Sept of Abundant Waters - Salvation
Gator helps tend one of her children.
IC Date	Dec 1, 2020
IC Time	Midday
Players	Ulf, Bryan, Taika, Tabi, Erin, Heidi, Dalibor, Vasyl, Einar, Ben, Detlef, Evonna, Aldric, Branton, and Killigrew as ST
Location	Florida
Prp/Tp	Sept of Abundant Waters

The medic team has done a standup job of getting mats down and preparing workstations for the team to help those coming in. Two dead bodies are covered in spiraling marks that give way their nature. A third has been laid down.

One kin has been found and brought in, being looked over by Ulf, bundled in a blanket and offered water.

Zoe's pale and clutching a broken, black bow, with a rake of claws across her chest - not deep, but enough to bleed.

Detlef steps off of the moonbridge, he has two throwing darts in hand, and moves quickly to the side making sure that the arrival is safe for the others, who are coming through right behind him. As soon as he is sure this isnt an active combat zone he calls out "Incoming wounded!' to alert them that they are here.

Ulf has been waiting for that call patiently, standing sentinel near the medical tent and watching for returning rescue scouts. But this is the big alarm, and he dashes toward the moon bridge in glabro, calling out, "Detlef, point me to the worst injured!" well before he's crossed that distance.

Erin does bring some alcohal and a rather bit bandage "Ok let me at least put some of this shit on it so it doesn't get infected. No magic heal or anything and I will still fix the bow" she tells her and if the woman let's her she will put the hurty stuff called Alchol that will stink like a bitch. She then will put a bandage onn it "Ok stay put" she looks for someone to come sit with her before she moves over to treat anothef or the incoming injured.

Blood Thorn is back in hispo now, pulling the sled behind her. On it is a wounded female garou, blind and deaf her face missing. There are other wrapped up remains with her of others they were able to remove from the Main Hall. The other few male and 4 female kinfolk coming alongside the sled, with Ben pushing from the back of the sled to be sure they hurry on through. She'll pull until she finds a safe place to stop and then yip that these are the ones that need the help now.

On the other end of the sled, is Patience Of Eikþyrnir. The large Hispo is pushing and helping to share the weight of the sled. He continues moving the sled until the healers can be met - letting the menders and mystics take the patience and tending to them.

Branton is bringing bundles of bones, finding a place out of the way to set them. He pauses at one point to gesture at the maimed garou on the sled "Even after that she didn't break. What can be done for her will be done."

Erin will move with Ulf to go help the really wounded, while he takes one she will take the other, team work that's how it's done baby! She has oils and what looks like branches, she's weird.

Einar waits for everyone of the Rescue team and the last of the kinfolk to step foot into the MASH tent before he gives his solemn thanks to Mother Blue Jay who's flitting around the edge of the opening in reality. When it slips shut, the Rotagar exhales sharply. Dropping from a nine foot tall murder machine to a six and a half foot tall biker in a Cut and jeans that have been Dedicated. "See to the Garou, Mother Blue Jay saw to the Kinfolk worst off, but they all need help," he says before stomping to help unload the sled. The bundle from before taken, and he just quietly leaves.

Bryan has been out scouting, sometimes up high, sometimes along the ground and he slips back around to check on people. "How many still out?" he asks as he gets back, touching down next to the tent.

Killigrew sits through the bandaging and lets out a sigh. The bow is set down and she starts to slog over, mostly expecting to see more dead. The living are a surprise for the Fury kin and she stops to stare. They're all worse for wear, but she knows them. "Amelia, Annie, Jared, Doug, Danny." She stops, searching the faces. "Jennifer, and Ashley, I think it was." she mumbles, motioning to the injured, then stopping to stare at the mangled, alive, Garou on the cart. "She didn't Dance." But sweet fuck did they make her pay.

Tabi moves forward to help the Kin, shiftimg down to homid.

Blood Thorn shifts back to Glabro, since not sure of what could be coming still. "Branton can help move her off the sled so we do no more damage to her. Hopefully someone can communicate with her that she is safer now, and help heal her." She looks to Killigrew, glad that they were able to bring some of their family back. "We got everyone we could find."

Detlef waits to be sure every kin and the garou are being tended, then puts away his weapons as well and begins to help place the bones and remains out in a place to be tended, but out of sight of the recovered people. He isnt really smiling now, a sober expression on his face as he tries to honor the fallen.

Ironsides shifts down from his war form and walks over towards Zoe. He's got a very dark scowl on his face as he inspects her injuries, doesn't touch, just leans to look. "You were with the healers?" His eyebrow raises up and there's a little growl in his voice.

Ulf's shins hit the frozen, frosted surface of the ground as ne sliiiiiides along the ground to the sled, catching Einar's words and immediately looking to the maimed Garou. He doesn't stop to assess the injuries; he is already healing the moment his hands make contact, and he examines the wounds even as he is healing them. His eyes thin and tension is clear on his Glabrous features even as he hums a Norse lullaby under his breath, obviously a focus for his healing energies. It is a desperate effort, but the Godi knows what he is doing; /this/ is his battlefield.

Erin let's Ulf take care of the poor mained Garou, as she moves off to help someone else. She is by the way seeming to hum or something under her breath and kinda hopping from patient to patient as she seems to tend to them.

Killigrew blinks at Ironsides, then nods. Yup, she was with the medics. "Bryan and Einar said it'd be safer." She's got a nick along her jaw and shallow rakes, like she got backhanded with crinos claws. "Bryan killed Mother." She murmurs, then motions towards the twisted ruin of the other. "See that scar on her hip? That's Mom." She's already named the kin that have been brought back, even. "Is this everyone?" she asks, looking from face to face of the rescue crew.

Blood Thorn nods. "We will help return to get more of the remains. So they can all be at peace. We wanted to get the living here first, out of danger."

"I've been scouting. I didn't find anyone else. I think that's everyone. How many did the clairvoyant say was supposed to be here?" Bryan looks around all the faces, studying each one. His gaze lifts to Aldric. "I made it as quick as I could," he tells him somberly. He is still on alert, still looking, still itching from the battle and not exactly sure that it's all over with. where ARE the elders?

"Fuck, fuck, no; no, this will not do, this will not do," Ulf mutters to himself as the healing progresses, sweat breaking out on his features from prolonged channeling of Gaia's own life force. The worst wounds aren't closing; maliciously-inflicted torture is a pernicious bitch to mend. With his weaker Glabro claws Ulf begins scratching skin while he heals, reopening wounds to try and better erase them as fresh instead of festering. "You need to be giving me a little more effort than that, wolf," he mutters to the patient, whether she hears him or not; perhaps cursing her a little helps him focus.

Detlef comes back from where the remains are being placed and looks around at the others quietly.

Blood Thorn comes up to Ulf, "Brother, make sure she is stable enough for moving further from here. She has been through so much. We will find those that can do more. She is alive and safe now. Do all you can, but do not lose faith in yourself or Gaia."

Bryan turns toward Ulf as he pipes up and moves that way. "Healers!" he calls, putting on those fucking athropants again. He doesn't want to lose one they've rescued. "Get over here! Help.". Bryan's got some possible tricks up his sleeve, but he's pretty depleted at the moment and if others CAN, they should.

Branton looks around at the healers and goes over to Ulf "I can't make my power into yours but If any of the others have gnosis to spare I can be the conduit. It might hurt a bit but I'm willing if you all are." And he holds a fist out to the crowd for others to lay their hands on.

"I am TRYING," Ulf growls to Blood Thorn as he focuses, less out of anger than out of the tension of his concentration in the act of healing. Her wounds are closing, but some of the cuts his claws make seep pus and ichor and even some sort of acidic oil from unnatural cysts pocketing her wounds. He has to dig them out physically; at the center are little shrapnel bits of irradiated silver, as if something nasty blew up in her face. His hands are scrabbling so fast, opening little wounsd and closing them immediately like he's rebuilding her face by inches. "What you can... I will take, warlock," Ulf snarls without looking at Branton, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a vaguely-glowing phial of what thrums as pure Gnosis. He downs it, dropping it and going back to work, and growls, "Her life is like blood flowing into sand right now... this is eating her alive."

Erin looks over and bites her lip as this is one thing she can't help I mean she could help in another way but her luck she will heal any battle scars and then they will be all mad at her for making it all hole and stuff and leaving the Garou as new I mean her power doesn't work that way but she stands by checking on the others as the others help the one.

Blood Thorn is watching over the garou. Not taking anything away from the growls of Ulf, when she was trying to support her tribesman. She puts her hand on Bryan's, that is on Branton's and offers her gnosis to the cause. Anything to help.

The jaw reforms and the screaming starts, wordless, human howls of agony. How many flecks fester? How many weeks has she been sealed up, unable to even whimper? The sounds build until the Philodox's voice breaks. Digging out the flecks more painful than having them in there, some shifting dangerously under the surface, the toxins adding new damage as some of the ichor makes the skin blister, silencing the screams as she starts to slip.

Zoe stares in horror, clamping her hands over her ears and scrunching her eyes tightly shut, trying to block out the utter awfulness of those sounds.

"If you are not holding her then she will be KILLING me soon!" Ulf snaps to the observers gathered around, rather at his breaking point while he fights what seems to be a losing battle with Death. When one of the tortured Garou's claws reflexively snaps up toward the Godi he literally makes a fist and punches her hard in the bicep to numb her arm beyond moving while his other hand scrapes... /something/... out of her eye socket that allows color to return to the iris. The Dane has blood at the corner of his own mouth while he focuses on essentially resurrecting this woman. "Fuck what it's going to do to me, just give me what you have, warlock!" he snaps as he braces for whatever that's going to do to him.

Bryan's gaze suddenly snaps upward and he squints. He pulls his hand from the pile and backs up a step or two, slamming right up into crinos. <<Gator is coming! The elders were successful!>> Words. crinos. hard. limited. but he lets out a howwwwwwwwwwwwl to bring attention their way

Walking from one world to the next, a massive alligator that's twenty-five feet long and stands as high as a mains waist when walking manifests across the gauntlet. <<My kin.>> The words paired with a threatening snap of heavy jaws and a low, growling rumble that is felt bone-deep in the body. It's hard to read the expression of Gator, reptiles are alien, not like mammals, and this one is no different than the others. Turning towards Ulf, the massive beast gently locks jaws on his leg - covering from calf to midthigh. The teeth sink in, but the gift of Gator's blessing is immediately felt, adding to the strength of the flagging Garou.

Branton takes in all that's offered and chants under his breath in classical greek, gathering power from the gathered garou and their pack totem. The strength of their familiars. And some of the gaian spirits the Elders had stirred to aid the efforts this night. The war spirits fought and struggled but the smaller prey spirits, those who were guarded and tended see their chance to help and an aura of brilliant light flares up as Branton lays a hand on Ulf's shoulder "I, Branton Frederich Kholer, Sorcerer Priest of Hecate, Flame-touched, Son of a thousand mothers. Blood of my blood, honored souls of those who've gone before, hear my call and lend me your aid." And from the Umbra comes the power the Elders fed to gator, Branton says to Gator "Alice Killigrew your Daughter did not break. Make her WELL." And the light pours into Ulf.

Einar finally returns sombered, quiet. He'd heard the howls and the great voice of Gator, but he still takes his time in returning to the MASH tent. The dirty rags have been changed out for clean but he still keeps the swaddled bundle close to his bare chest, using his Cut to 'protect' his precious package. The Rotagar is quiet as he watches, only giving the low rumble of, "How soon can we move everyone again? The Moon Bridge will be ready."

Being struck by lightning is said to be an extremely unpleasant experience to survive, as the body is governed by electrical impulses which are all disrupted by the experience. For beings equally of spirit and body like the Garou, a massive influx of gnosis is the spiritual equivalent of being Thor's clay pigeon, and Branton manages to aim all of Gator's energy into a bullseye in Ulf's soul. The Godi /BLAZES/; he shines like a white-hot iron and hums like a rung church bell, and his grounding is the face of the tortured Fury below him. Wounds finally close between his fingers, her body spitting out poisoned silver and rotting infection until finally, /mercifully/, she is free of the Wyrm's sick amusements and Luna's naturally-given healing gifts can take over for her.

Ulf slumps, breathing heavily on his knees and staring at her face, seeing his handiwork after he painted with the oils of the gods themselves to make it happen. He swallows, and quietly asks, "Would it be too much... for someone to bring me some water, please?"

Erin would extend her hand like that would help cuz she's seen people do that but you know still not gnosis but she at least tries you never know maybe for like a instant her little willingess would like freaking strike a miracle.. Cuz that heppens at these things right right oh no wait that's TV darn.

Branton held the conduit open for as long as he could, it felt like an eternity even though it was probably less than a minute. He finds himself a box to sit on and sets down a bit heavily.

Bryan doesn't really want to know immediately if Ulf explodes. He closes his eyes and turns his head... In Zoe's direction, actually, and dares a peek at her. This sucks. lots. he knows it. The Ulf speaks and his attention goes back to the action at hand, blinking numbly.

Killigrew's eyes go wide at the sight of Gator restored, of the aid given.

Gator releases Ulf and lifts her head to thrum, the sound intense this close from such a huge beast.

Zoe drags her fingers through the blood on her chest and makes careful slow path to the massive Sept totem, rubbing her blood along the huge, crushing jaws. "I will return them to you, when they are strong enough." she whispers, backing away a trio of paces and bowing deeply to the huge spirit before turning and just staring at what's in front of her. Her mom's limbs straight and whole, the terrible wounding to her face rebuilt by the effort of everyone there.

Trying really hard not to lose her shit, she moves to whisper near a healed ear. "We'll take you home. And it'll be better. You'll see."

Tabi sighs. "Sit... sit... before you collapse." She rummages in her ruck and retrieves a protein bar. "Here, this'll probably help too." She nods BT, as water is provided. Blood Thorn has a tear in her eye, but she will not let it fall. "There is still work to do, but we will see it through"

Erin makes her way over to Einar to see if he is ok or is that to check to see what he is holding and if maybe he needs some help.

"Oh. She bit my leg," Ulf says absently, turning to look at his calf which isn't bleeding so much as there are pale bite marks in his spirit where her Gnosis cauterized its way into him. He reaches a hand out for the water Evonna offers and says, "Thank you, sister," before opening it and tilting his head back to just pour it into his mouth. He glug glugs until it's gone and drops the bottle, looking back to his patient. Zoe speaks to her mother and the Godi nods, murmuring, "She will be well. She will get stronger. We can move her now; death is letting her go today. Because of all of you. Because you came for her instead of letting her die. You are heroes." He gives a weak smile to the rescue team, putting a fist to his weary heart.

Tabi tells him to sit and he realizes he's still on his knees and nods. "Oh... yes, this is a good idea," he replies, kind of slumping over onto his hip and taking her protein bar to gnaw on it and get some food in him. "Oh, this is not bad; it has honey and cinnamon. Like breakfast."

Einar is wearing a hell of a poker face and giving off no scent right now. When Erin approaches he just kind of wraps his arms defensively around the bundle and he almost snarls at the poor girl before just shaking his head. There's a pensive moment as he looks at Ulf and chuffs, "You look like shit, which means it's time to go. If everyone is ready to move, we should go. Those who can't can be fuckin carried." A sharp exhale comes and he's giving a nod to the fluttering blue Totem that flits between here and the Shadow, likely sticking to the Shadow while Gator is there in the real world.

Erin gets snarled at and she backs off as she starts to open her mouth but then just grumbles and walks away moving to help someone else instead though she is grumbling under her breath.

"If I look like shit, you take the prettiest dumps on Gaia's great green ass," Ulf replies to Einar with an exhausted, hollow laugh, looking down at his shaking hands. "I can walk. But I think I will do it on four feet, just to be safe. Please someone be grabbing the medical supplies to take with us; the rest can be left here for the reclamation team, when they come. It will be of more use to them, I am thinking." He flops down on his side, shifting to his lupus form before rolling up to four feet and shaking off. It's easier to stand and move like this, and so he starts moving to supervise what needs retrieval a little bit before getting the fuck outta Florida.

Blood Thorn looks to the flitting totem. "Help us please. It is time to make the next trip." She is making sure the sled is ready to go again. and shifts back then to history to pull, Ben certainly ready to push.

Erin hears Ulf and goes to get the important stuff sticking it in Kringer's saddle bags because those two should be back by now "Kringer can fucking carry someone or two if they can't walk" she offers though she is a little grumbly but she does make sure that the stuff Ulf demed importan is picked up and put in a bag carefully.

Branton nods at Ulf and levers himself back to his feet and helps pack up the medical supplies and loads the bundles of bones on whomever winds up with a free hand.

Tabi helps pack up the medical station. She's a trained medic so she knows what's important and what'd be nice to grab, if they have room and what's... expendable. And when they're ready to go she can shift up to Crinos and carry a whole mess of weight. The joys of being a Mountain Guardian.

Ulf brushes against Erin's hip as a thank-you when she offers her help and sees to the collection of vital gear, but he's too tired to do much else. His raven Munin finally flutters down to perch on his shoulders, and he just keeps his head low and lopes along with the bird riding post on his mane, like you do.

Killigrew leaves her mother's side, trusting the Garou to make sure she gets home safely. Einar's reaction wins a look from the Fury kin, but she nods to him, moving to retrieve the broken black bow that belong to the Mother that Danced the dace of madness. Slinging it over her shoulder, she moves to help as she can, still more than a little shellshocked by all of it. All of it. She falls back to hang with her kin, surrounding herself with blood-family as they ready to leave, murmuring that they'll be at the kinfolk house, and it'll be alright now.

Einar just chuffs at Ulf, "Stop flirting, ain't the fuckin time," he tells the other wolf before swallowing hard and then raising his voice to the other Totem present, "Mother show us the door," along with Evonna and the rest of the pack built to rescue. When the Moon bridge opens this time, the other side shows the sights of home and it gives the big burly biker cause to exhale a small sigh of relief. He'll one-arm his payload and then put a hand on the sled to help haul people and gear back to the safety of Home.

<< If after-battle is not fucking-time, when is? >> Ulf snorts at Einar, whipping the Rotagar with his tail as he passes him by on the way the fuck outta this joint.

Aldric brings up the rear, quiet as he walks with the group.