2020.11.20:A Wandering Gathering/Text
Scene: Setting
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Food: The food has been set out upon tables set out on the front porch of the Kinfolk house. Large aluminum pans of mashed tatters, corn, biscuits are set up to cater to whatever sized group shows up. Grills have been set up near the house to handle things like hunks of steak, chicken and other meats. Drinks: At the end of the line are a mixture of different coolers, each one filled with ice and drinks in a set up where people take what they want and move on. Seats: Chairs, benches and everything in between have been set in a large circle around the central fire. |
Scene: Welcome
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Welcome & Introductions
The young, bearded theurge smiles at the kinfolk's assistance and clears his throat with a faint smile. "Hey folks...thanks for heading out here. I know things are a bit different this week but I wanted to thank everyone for coming out to the Gathering. For those who don't know me, I'm Jay Bergin, called Foe Hammer by the People but most people know me simply as Bergin or Berg." He smiles and looks around the gathered crowd as folks still continue to arrive and grab their food to settle in. "As you can see we have plenty of food and drink for ya tonight and you're welcome to take your fill." He takes a sip from his beer and smacks his lips with an audible 'Ah' in enjoyment. "Just like every week, and since there are some who are either newly arrived to the community or it's their first time at the Gathering, I'd like everyone to introduce themselves so we might get to know you a bit better." |
It seems like Ulf must've missed the clothes that were left out for him, since he ends up walking out of the Kinfolk House with a towel skirt, a towel draped over his shoulder, a turban towel for his hair, and another big towel wrapped around his torso like one of those blankets the paramedics give you after a fire. "Did anyone have any clothes near my size?" he asks, drying his hair and looking around to see if anyone he recognizes is nearby.
George calls over to Ulf "We got some literal giants in this sept. There's got to be some spares that'll suit you. Or you can hit wolf form and just run about in your fur." Then he turns to Bergin and stands and offers his introduction "I am George Andrews, rited 'Mocks the Dark' from my taunting of the Specters in my Rite of Passage, 'Trains the Weak' for my service in teaching the kin of this sept how to hide and protect themselves, 'Kills in Silence' for ending of four war twisted Fomor and leaving no clue or sign for the Wyrm loyal handlers to know why, 'Render-of-Shadow' for driving out the Specters who were plaguing the halls of the sept's honored dead and 'Finder-of-Ways' for the insights to secret paths that my attunement to Gaia brings. Homid born Elder Ragabash of the Silent Striders Called Harmerti and Speaker to the Dead for the Remembrance and special blessings of my tribe. Scout, Thief and sniper for my skills. Wielder of the Fang of Anubis. Member of the Council of Elders for the Sept of Enduring Spirit."
Minna comes in after having parked her own car, thank you very much. She moves on over to the food, scooping up some potatoes, some corn, mixing both together. It's just the kind of rib-sticking hot food one could use on a cold night. She glances, here and there, new faces, quiet and attentive.
Heidi stands up and is still wearing her corporate suit from town as if she rushed to get here in time. "Excuse me," she doesn't want to interrupt but she goes to help Ulf find the clothes she left out for him. "I left you this blue leisure track suit that looked like it would fit. And all I found for shoes in the box were some flip flops." Hopefully no one else scavenged them after their own shower.
Erin looks over to Ulf then to George and then back to Berg as he begins to speak. She tilts her head. She waits for someone to go first this time before she speaks up "I'm Erin Harrison, Kinfolk to Mother Ananasa and related to the Fae" she leaves it like that before she sits down again trying to shrink just a little bit.
Evonna waves to Heidi! Aah, but it is introduction time. Being new, she moves more forward into the group. "I am Evonna Kummerow, rited Blood Thorn, Cliath Forsetti of the Fenrir, daughter of Henrich Kummerow, rited Bathes in Blood, Ahroun, son of Elder Godi, Helga Kummerow, rited Vision of Northern Lights. Ready to help, support, and always available to listen."
Vasyl arrives and glances around, "Ah, a full house once again. Excellent." the galliard smiles. He looks around with a pause for a moment, "Do I know everyone? Perhaps not. I am Vasyl Madovich War Cry. Recognized by the spirits and nation as Adren in rank, born under the moon of the Talesinger to the great Silver Fangs of House Crescent Moon. Son of Lev Madovich Leads-By-Luna's-Grace, Elder of the Silver Fangs, descendent of Fyodor Madovich Gaia's Talon, hero of the nation. Companion of Borya and the Talons of Horus. Child of Buzzard and Talesinger of Sept of Enduring Spirit."
Heidi finishes helping Ulf find donated clothing and returns to the group. She catches the round of introductions and slips off her heeled shoes for now. This evening, she is overdressed and begins to unbutton her suit jacket. "Hi everyone. I'm Heidi Vardanyan, kin to the Fenris." She keeps her lineage simple for this evening. A wave goes to Bergin up front, and then she smiles at Evonna before retaking her seat.
Dalibor comes out of the House, slightly wrinkled wearing fresh clothes and hair still damp from the shower and scalp still tingling from the scrubbing. But he seems to be goop and ichor free. Ahh. Introductions. "I am Dalibor Gataric, rited as Burns-the-Night. I am Cliath Modi of Fenrir, born on two-legs to the great Godi, Andrej 'Cleaves-the-Sky' Gataric of the Gaiine Suze Zagrmise."
Taika comes walking out of the kinfolk house carrying Kora on his back. He finds a spot out of the way and sets her down. She starts doing what big sisters do and starts using some rags to clean her brother up.
Ulf takes his flip flops and secondhand track suit and walks back into the house, coming out a minute later looking like a Ukrainian loan shark but not making any complaints. He flip-flap-flip-flaps over to the group, waiting his turn, and quietly says, "Ulf Kennet Haakon Danesson, Rited Grimshade and Deeded Tears in Rain, Godi of the first rank of the Fenrir." And he steps back, getting out of the way, because there are a lot of other people.
From the edge of the surrounding woods comes Ironsides, large in his hispo form. He pads slowly into the clearing, carrying a likely wind tousled Killigrew on his back. It's entirely possible there are dried leaves and twigs on the both of them, since shortcuts were on the menu.
"Taika and Kora Ngata. I am rited Calls Forth The Wyrm, Cliath Skald born to a strong Maori woman. Get. This is my sister Kora. Don't mind her, she has Tourette's.". She is missing a leg at the knee, the other is twisted and she is wearing a knit cap.
Oyvind is getting into the swing of things, being.. social. There will be outsiders here, not of the family or tribe but he will be respectful and decent. He follows the path he was told, and arrives, "Skal." He calls out, his voice sharp and clear. "I am here to witness and be. Ye family to know me as Havamal by my Deed Name, I am student-Godi seeking a mentor in one called Foe-Hammer, I am grandson of Heimagotten and great grandson of One who was Disohonored by his own tribe.".
Minna finishes at least some of her food, or, enough of it that it sits like a fire-chewed log in the hearth of her stomach and wards away the cold. She stands up, dusts herself off and assumes a posture of casual confidence, chin raised. "I'm Minna Rosing, Wind-That-Sweeps-The-Mist, Cliath Philodox of the Black Furies. A pleasure," she says, giving the collective Garou a dignified bow. Then she turns, sees Zoe, and smirks. She sits and resumes eating.
With the mad run through the woods turning into a more sedate pace, Killi sits up, starting to brush leaves out of her still-wet hair and brushing them off Ironsides, the huge black wolf carrying the kin like she's nothing. She's traded her usual jeans for her other usual - over the knee kitty socks, a plaid skirt and a button up blouse to go with the hoody and spiked leather jacket combination. Leaning down, she whispers near the thick, furry ear before sliding off and offering thanks to the Athro for the ride. Then falling right into introductions, "I am Zoe Killigrew, daughter of Mist-Walker, grand-daughter of Shatters-the-Throne, great-grand daughter of Death-Sings-Loudest, great-great grand daughter of Voice-in-the-Silence, great-great-great grand daughter of Patriarch's Bane. Black Fury kinfolk, shapeshifter and enchantress."
Einar is stalking in after the rattle-rumble of a few bikes rolling up to the Kin house. Heavy boots cronch against the dirt as he wanders up without only a couple of the crew, the rest left to watch the bikes. It looks painful for him, but he grins through a salute, "Fuckin greetins brothers and sisters," he rumbles in a bassy timbre. Then he takes in a slow breath and then unleashes the spiel in lightning fast words that almost sound like a speed rap verse, except nothing rhymes, "I am Einar Skallgrim, rited Rides-Thunder, born on two legs as a Rotagar of the Fenrir, Cliath in rank, born to Elder Modi Brynhilde Skallgrim rited Battle-Born, of the Iced Rune Sept in Nova Scotia, third bearer of the Jarlhammer Skjoldbresta, daughter of Elder Modi Harrolt Skallgrim rited Hammerhands, of the Frost Fang sept in Greenland, second bearer of Skjoldbresta, son of Athro Godi Torsvald Skallgrim rited Wyrm-Biter maker and first bearer of Skjoldbresta." No breaths in there, just a rapid recitation that he sucks in oxygen at the end to fuel burning lungs and his cadence returns to normal. "A pleasure."
Ironsides pauses to give himself a good shake after Zoe is off, then transforms back into his human self with the expected popping of bones and muscle. He walks over towards the group then to offer his introduction to those that do not know it, which might be more dignified were he not barefoot. "I am Ironsides, known amongst humans as Aldric Hegdahl. Modi Athro of the Get of Fenris, born on four legs. Descendant of Tarjei Hardrule, Great grandson of Ragnar "Spirit's Way", Grandson of Hilde "Battlemaiden" and child of Thurston "War Hammer" Ahroun leader of the Sept of the Endless Moon."
Scene: Plan
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-The Plan-
"Also, to continue the tradition of the competition, this week its a combination of the previous two with a bit of a twist. See, /this/ week, you'll need to jump and climb over a series of old cars to get to the place where you'll throw an axe to hit the target. It's not like our enemies are going to just stand around and let us hit them." The bearded Get smiles and gestures to a simple obstacle course that's been put together off to the edge of the yard. Hopefully people came wearing old clothes - or at least those who heard from last week. "Also, just a quick bit of news from the Daughter of Mother Bear, she is still looking for recruits to form a team of Smokejumpers to help fight the fires that have raged across the lands. All those interested in helping should speak to Tabi here," he points to the blonde-haired woman gathered around the firepit. |
Scene: Storytime
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Storytime
"I'm sure that the Mother is smiling down on us as we gather together in common cause. Stories are important, they are our history - our legacy so that we do not forget from where our People came. So please have a seat (read: Places) and help me welcome tonight's Storyteller. The Get theurge gestures over to Killigrew and smiles to bid her to step into the center, "Good people, I give you the Daughter of Artemis, Killigrew of the Black Furies." |
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Scene: Competition
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Competition
"The Obstacle Course comes in three parts - just like everything else we've done so far. Your first roll is to get through the maze of old cars and trucks, then when you're at the other side, you throw your weapon of choice at the moving targets. Once you've thrown, you pick up the weighted bag and run -back- /through/ the maze to get back here." He smiles broadly and crosses his arms over his chest like a proud, but somewhat nervous coach waiting before the kickoff. "So let's get to it." (OOC: Reference .event/Rescue for how this will work. Make all rolls private to Bergin so as not to spam the others. Scores will be posted to .event/results after all rolls are complete. Poses should follow once the results have been posted. |
Results
| Player | Maze | Throw | Carry | Total |
| Sten | 0 | 2 | 6 | 8 |
| Brooke | 7 | 1 | 6 | 14 |
| Erin | 3 | 0 | 2 | 5 |
| Kili | 0 | 0 | 4 | 4 |
| Gogh | 2 | 0 | 1 | 3 |
| Minna | 1 | 2 | 0 | 3 |
| Tabi | 6 | -1 | 2 | 7 |
| Paul | 4 | 4 | 6 | 14 |
| Dalibor | 1 | 4 | 2 | 7 |
Scene: Wrap-Up
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Wrap-up and Toast
The kinfolk make sure that everyone's got something to drink around the fire before the final toast of the night as Bergin raises his bottle to wrap things up. People are already starting to mill around, fixing up containers of left-overs to take back and such as the event starts to wind down. "Once again I want to thank everyone for coming by tonight and I hope you enjoyed what hospitality we could provide. If ya like it well enough, plan on coming back next weekend. Gaia knows we have plenty of mouths to feed, warriors to train and bonds to build if we're going to win the War." He smiles widely to the crowd and makes eye contact with a few of those gathered before finishing his thought. "But in parting, let us all raise our drinks to the Mother...and Fenris, the Wolf." |
