Shea climbs down out of the cave proper, dusts her hands off, and turns to
look over the grotto and her occupants. "Well then."
Eamon waves to Shea.
Eochaid meanders in from the woods, to find that most of the rest of his pack
is already here.
Shea's attention wanders to Eochaid, and her lips thin. "No lies. This isn't
going to be pretty, if they've planned a welcome party, but, they've
claimed land that isn't theirs to claim."
Eochaid nods. "It never is easly."
Heart-of-Fury limps in from the south, his tail wagging despite his wounds. He
chuffs warm greetings to his packmates.
Ravenfeeder continues to groom her paws as her packmates talk, and Steven
comes in. She gives the latter Galliard a chuff of welcome.
Shea's shoulders stiffen slightly. "It's north of here. We should get
started.."
Heart-of-Fury tail wags a bit more. I told Peacekeeper-rhya of the woods,
Thatcher. Last night. Is this all you're taking with you?
Jewel pads slowly and quietly through the woods, stopping before she reaches
the grotto clearing.
Shea smirks. "It's more than just you and I, Steven, and taking half the
bloody caern would do as much damage as good."
Heart-of-Fury flicks an ear. I should probably sit this one out, Thatcher. I'm
still licking my wounds from Wednesday.
Jewel pads another step or so foward.
Ravenfeeder pads over and nuzzles Heart-of-Fury. She could heal you.
Ravenfeeder looks towards Jewel and gives her a gruff chuff of welcome.
Shea directs at Steven, "I could, if you wanted to come." She gives Jewel a
nod, as well.
Jewel freezes now that she's been seen. It takes her a moment before she pads
out from the protective branches and greets the other Fianna.
Eochaid watches Jewel with guarded curiosity. He leans over to Shea and asks
in a low voice, "Do we know her?"
Eamon looks over and waves to Jewel.
Heart-of-Fury snorts. You have been away for a long while, Heartbreaker. Jewel
just returned from her RoP.
Eochaid nods slowly. "Right."
Shea lets the rest of the pack answer, with a brief smile for Eochaid, and
pads away, to kneel before the stones of the waterfall pool, head bowed in
silent prayer.
Jewel eyes Eochaid warily, but says nothing to him.
Ravenfeeder looks over the younger ragabash, considering, then chuffs at Shea.
If Heart-of-Fury does not go, maybe she can?
Heart-of-Fury looks at Shea, and waits until she's done praying. Thatcher, I
think you should save your energy for the assault. I can go another time,
when I have had more time to rest.
Shea answers over her shoulder, "If she wants to go, she's welcome." Rising
again, after she's finished, she answers Heart-of-Fury as well. "The longer
we wait, the worse it'll be. You saw what the place looked like, just last
week."
Jewel would possibly want to go if she knew what was being discussed.
Eamon grins. "We're goin' out for Chinese. Wanna come?"
Jewel wants to know who's paying.
Ravenfeeder chuffs with amusement at Eamon, then says more seriously (although
not completely so). There are weaver spirits invading the woods near here.
We go to try to run them out.
Jewel frowns, thinking about it. She would like to. But she had promised to
meet with Michael this evening and discuss some things. If you need her,
she can come.
Heart-of-Fury flickers his ear again. Considering. If you think you should
heal me, then so be it. We should be wary of those humans though.
Shea crooks a finger at Heart-of-Fury. "C'mere, then."
Heart-of-Fury pads heels obediently.
Talks to Ghosts walks into the grotto, looking surprised at the number already
there.
Ravenfeeder watches Shea and Heart-of-Fury, then chuffs greetings to Talks to
Ghost, tail thumping on the ground. Busy?
Shea drops to a knee, and sinks her fingers into Heart-of-Fury's fur, eyes
closing, and lips moving in whispered words.
Brian moseys towards the grotto from the woods to the south. His approach is
doubtless heard and smelt long before he's seen.
Talks to Ghosts is not right now.
Talks to Ghosts moves over towards Ravenfeeder. What is going on?
Ravenfeeder greets Brian as well, gives a glance over to Shea again, then back
to the Philodox. If you have not heard, there are weaver spirits to the
north of here. We go to run them out, if you wish to run with us, and
Thatcher does not mind your company.
Eamon looks over at Ravenfeeder. "Where'd you say they were?"
Talks to Ghosts would love to. He looks questioningly at Shea.
Heart-of-Fury chuffs softly as Shea hovers over him. I invited several people
to come and help last night in the middle of the Caern.
Wears-the-Blue makes one of his infrequent trips into the grotto itself, his
tail lazing from side to side with his loping stride. He sees the group and
pricks his ears forward, slowing down before bowling into anyone. Hey all.
Eamon grins and waves over to Davy.
Wears-the-Blue obligingly turns to pad over to Eamon. He wags his tail, more
purposely this time.
Eamon says "Want me to go scope this place out first?"
Shea, caught up in healing, is silent a time, while several wounds blend back
into fur on Heart-of-Fury. When her eyes open again, she breathes a sigh,
and with a wry smile, ruffles Heart-of-Fury's ears. "Good lad." Climbing
again to her feet, she comments, generally, "Anyone who wants to come, is
welcome, but," she adds, looking to Eamon, "No one goes alone."
Eamon says "Fair enough. So, you guys fought these things before, what are
they?"
Wears-the-Blue tilts his ears forward. He says, abruptly, Yes, I know. I'm
listening. He's looking at Shea and Heart-of-Fury as he says it.
Heart-of-Fury nudges Shea's side before he turns around to look at the rest of
the group. His tail wags at Wears-the-Blue. Want to go pound on some
spirits?
Brian remains a quiet presence, standing near one of the trees with his hands
folded over his chest.
Wears-the-Blue splays his ears wide. Always, moon-singer.
Heart-of-Fury chuffs. Then you're just in time. There's a group of pattern
spiders and... humans who've claimed a spot in the forest north of here.
We're going to deal with them.
Eochaid finds a nook to store his duffelbag, and finds a nice patch of ground
to sit down on. He takes out his old, beaten tin whistle and absently
starts to finger it.
Shea makes a face. "Pattern spiders. And ... humans, right. Something like
that, anyway. Maybe mage. Or fomor. Something that's bloody fast on the
attack, whatever it is."
Heart-of-Fury thinks they have some kind of weapons.
Wears-the-Blue's glance flickers to Brian's silent presence after the word
'mage,' but he looks back at the two speakers quickly.
Brian asks, quietly, "Faster than me?" He seems unusually subdued, though this
could easily be attributed to the slender moon overhead.
Eamon nods. "Right. We got a plan of attack?"
Attention drawn to the Righ, Shea almost smiles. Almost. "I barely had time to
see a finger twitch, the last time, Brian. If you'd like to try your
reflexes against them, though, I'd welcome the company." Eamon gets, "The
humans, first. Those're what we go after. They die like humans, or so
Steven says. Spiders can be dealt with, after."
Heart-of-Fury takes a form more suited for planning and speaking. "Last time,
the humans seemed to have come from nowhere -- maybe from behind a tree.
The four pattern spiders, two groups of two, were more interested in
binding us than harming us. They looked big though... large spirits."
Brian shrugs his shoulders. "I like a challenge," he mutters, then sinks back
into silence.
Ravenfeeder settles down near Talks to Ghost to listen to the briefing in rapt
silence.
Wears-the-Blue comments that spiders and humans working together is weird.
Talks to Ghosts wonders how many humans there are?
Steven says "You'll need some luck, Righ. The one I ripped apart died easily
enough, but his friend used some kind of -- attack on me from his arm -- it
was like a spike or something that he wore over his forearm."
"Two," the theurge answers. "Two too many. This is the thing: there were only
-two- spiders, the first time I went in. If they've kept up this
multiplying ... we're all in for a rough time."
Shea amends, "Two spiders, and not a whiff of these human things."
Brian nods slightly at Steven, his expression dark. "We'll see if he's got the
balls to try that on me, then."
Steven chuckles grimly, leaving a dark smirk on his features. "I suppose so,
Righ."
Eamon says ""Well, what're we doin' sittin' around flappin' our gums, then?
Let's go!"
Ravenfeeder's ears prick, and her tongue lolls. I am only waiting someone to
lead the way.
Shea rolls her eyes. "Trying to keep you from rushing off and getting those
teeth of yours kicked in, Eamon. Still," she adds, "he's right. Let's go."
Eamon, on the way to the place, catches up to Ravenfeeder. "Hey, I thought of
somethin'. You think these guys are the same ones who got Erik? That
squirrel said somethin' about man-things."
Brian takes to the hispo shape shortly after the ground leaves the grotto.
Ravenfeeder flicks an ear at Eamon, tongue lolling faintly. Thatcher thinks
maybe. Until we know better what happened to the mule, I will be the one
who does not believe, yet.
Eamon grins wider and sharper as he shifts into Lupus form.
Wears-the-Blue shifts into Hispo form.
Eochaid shifts into Hispo form.
Ravenfeeder shifts up into the stronger near-wolf form as they lope along as
well, taking her customary place towards the rear of the members of
Blackwatch as they form up.
Talks to Ghosts shifts into Hispo form.
Talks to Ghosts stays near Ravenfeeder, not having an accustomed spot to go to.
Shea follows the trend, shifting into hispo, herself, though she runs toward
the front of the grouping.
Shea trembles briefly, and then her image wavers, muscles, bones, and flesh
twisting, and reforming as she slips into Hispo form.
Wears-the-Woad shadows the other Fianna ragabash, moving surprisingly
inconspiciously for such a hulking form. Ever-Grinning as well is difficult
to pick from the faint moonlit shadows.
Echen lopes along silently, to one side of and slightly behind Thatcher.
Heart-of-Fury tries to keep near the front, flanking Echen.
As the group approaches the Weaver-affected area, they slow down to let
Ever-Grinning and Wears-The-Woad scout on ahead. The two, aided by their
moon Gifts, are quickly lost among the Umbral trees.
Ravenfeeder puts her nose up to scent the air herself, keeping part of her
attention on the rear.
Thatcher paces, back and forth, before the group as a whole. Two is not
enough, she growls.
Ever-Grinning and Davy's forms are still barely visible as they complete a
sweep of the perimeter and return.
Talks to Ghosts says, ~How far ahead she would let them get then?~
Ever-Grinning chuffs quietly. No sign of 'em. How 'bout we torch those webs?
Oughta grab their attention.
Thatcher chuffs sharply. Four will tear the webs. Four will watch for the
things.
Wears-the-Woad glances at the other ragabash, then adds, ~Webs are a fuck of a
lot bigger, though. Like three football field's worth.~
Talks to Ghosts says, ~They could just be inside then. Is there something in
the realm that they corespond to?~
Ravenfeeder's ears pivot back, as she tries to both listen and pay attention
to the scouting report.
Thatcher grunts. There is nothing in the realm that has not been there before.
There are not some things there, that have been there, but there are no
webs.
Ravenfeeder chuffs, and thumps her tail. Who should go where?
Wears-the-Woad's ears flicker as he listens to the theurge.
Ever-Grinning whuffs. Right. Some of us go in and start tearin' the webs, then
me, Davy and a couple others hang back and attack if somethin' comes out.
Thatcher will go to the webs. She asks Echen, Davy, and Talks to Ghosts to
come with her. The rest she asks to stay, and guard, pausing to nosebump
Ravenfeeder lightly.
Echen follows along after Shea.
Ravenfeeder grumbles good naturedly, but goes over to sit with the rest of her
pack, nose and ears alert.
Talks to Ghosts follows Thatchet towards the webs.
Heart-of-Fury waits in reserve. ~Watch for the humans. They're armed and
dangerous,~ he warns.
Wears-the-Woad glances between Ever-Grinning and Thatcher, but he seems to
accomodate the fostern theurge's will more easily. Watch our backs, he
warns the other ragabash good-naturedly, as he turns to follow after
Thatcher.
It doesn't take long to get a reaction. The moment first contact is made with
one of the strands of webbing, the trees overhead begin rustling.
Heartbreaker's ears prick up immediatly, and soon after, his body follows,
standing at attention.
Echen takes a fluid step backwards as his body shifts upwards to two legs,
into the war-form.
Echen contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Echen shifts into Crinos form.
Talks to Ghosts steps back from the webs and looks up at the trees, ready to
attack whatever comes out.
Wears-the-Woad has shifted into crinos, in order to have a form with hands for
the tearing. His ears swivel on top of his head at the rustling, but he
doesn't stop immediately. Instead, he begins to mutter in a rough
approximation of tune, ~Itsy bitsy spider up in the high treetop...~
Thatcher shifts upward into the warform, pausing to glance up at the trees.
Muzzle wrinkled, she announces, ~Spiders. Should be. The human-things were
on the ground.~ Blade in hand, she takes a step backward away from the tree
she touches.
Thatcher contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Thatcher trembles briefly, and then her image wavers, muscles, bones, and
flesh twisting, and reforming as she slips into Crinos form.
>From overhead come the loud chittering voices of the Pattern Spiders. None are
visible yet, though the commotion they're making is more than enough to
know they're out there.
Ravenfeeder's eyes narrow, then she chuffs a question to Heart-of-Fury. ~Think
it would help if we spread out a little behind them?~
Talks to Ghosts shifts up to crinos as well when the spiders don't attack
immediately.
Ever-Grinning crouches low, his form still blurred. His attention is split
between the trees above and the ground, watching for either humans or
spiders.
Heartbreaker takes this chance to shift up as well.
Heart-of-Fury thinks it would. He shifts into the warform and seperates
himself from the others, giving a wider field of vision.
Ravenfeeder follows Heart-of-Fury's lead, staying in hispo but fanning out
somewhat behind the forward group, keeping the person next to her in sight
but at a distance.
Thatcher translates, ~They say we shouldn't have come back. That we're
trespassing.~ She then rumbles, at the trees overhead, ~-You- shouldn't
have stayed. We told you we'd be back. Here we are. No games. Come on.~
Echen pulls his klaive free of its sheath, and in the same motion delivers a
sharp upswipe to one of the strands of webbing.
Heartbreaker decides that somebody should stay put, right now, so that not
everybody wonders off to far. He crouches in response to Thatcher's
challenge, getting ready.
A lone figure appears near the tops of the trees. This one his humanoid, and
details are difficult to make out in the shadowy darkenss of Umbra.
Whatever it is, it's about the right size and shape for a human, and it's
floating about thirty feet off the ground.
Ravenfeeder lays her ears back and growls as she notes the human-shaped floaty
thing.
Wears-the-Woad, seeing Echen go back to destroying the web, turns also. He
seems more alert for the things on top of the trees, his ears swivelling as
he lowers his eyes by necessity for a moment. But his claws also tear at a
strand of webbing.
Thatcher's eyes narrow, and her muzzle peels back over her teeth, bearing them
fully, as she growls another challenge. ~Do you come down, or do we come
up?~
Heartbreaker growls low in his throat at the appearance of the huminoid.
~Mages,~ he mutters beneath his breath. ~How I dispise thee. Let me count
the ways.~
Talks to Ghosts looks up at the figure and then moves to stand behind Brian
and Wears-the-Woad, covering them in case something drops while they're web
cutting.
Echen puts his back into web-cutting, his eyes only occasionally flicking
upwards to track the progress of the floaty guy and the chittering of the
spiders.
The only response is the beam of light that extends from the figure and towrad
the group, striking Talks-To-Ghosts. Half-obscured by the other Fianna, the
attack only manages to catch him in one, though it leaves a clean, circular
burn.
Talks to Ghosts snarls as the beam hits him and starts looking for somethign
to throw at the figure while still trying to watch out for more beams.
~Fair enough.~ Thatcher turns her attention to tearing webbing from the trees
as well, using both claws and blade.
Ravenfeeder growls and continues to scan the sky as the others attack the
webbing.
Wears-the-Woad continues to tear at the webbing. If he's noticed that
Talks-to-Ghosts has been shot, he doesn't moves to attack. Maybe because
the thing is floating well out of reach.
A second beam follows the first almost immediately, striking Talks-To-Ghosts
more squarely in the side as he turns to look for something throwable. The
continued attacks on the webs seem to set off the Weaver spirits, because
suddenly spiders are dropping out of the trees to both sides as well as in
front. They swarm the Garou.
Ravenfeeder begins to growl louder up towards the 'man'. ~Why don't you come
down here and fight like a man, coward!~
Wears-the-Woad stops once it's obvious the spirits are closing for melee. He
shifts again before they reach him and then lunges forward with a biting
snap. Piss off!
Wears-the-Woad shifts into Hispo form.
Thatcher's attempts to tear are now directed at the spiders, rather than the
webbing on the trees.
Echen ceases cutting at the web as soon as the spiders swarm down towards him
and his companions. He returns his klaive to its sheath and braces himself
to do battle with claws, the latter being potentially less lethal to his
fellows in a close fight.
Heartbreaker crouches back, bracing himself for the onslaught before him.
Talks to Ghosts is staggered as the second beam burns into him. He decides to
close on the spiders figuring he at least has a chance in a fight against
them and it might make it harder for the shooter to just finish him off.
The spiders and Garou clash as the two forces meet. Claws and teeth tear into
the spirits and score as the spiders don't even attempt to evade their
attackers. Instead, they begin spinning furiously, binding the Garou to
webs already covering the trees, attempting to immobilize them without
killing them. Eamon sneaks around unseen, moving beneath the floating
humanoid.
Talks to Ghosts tries to keep moving to avoid getting woven into the webs as
he continues attacking spiders with tooth and claw.
Wears-the-Woad curses, ~Like fuck!~ He breaks off the attack to dodge out of
the way of the thickest webs, before darting in to make another snapping
attack at the nearest spider. He's attempting to manuver himself to an edge.
Thatcher swipes once more at the spider nearest to her, snarling as she does
so. ~Stop, just stop!~ Snarling at the spiders, that is.
Ravenfeeder snarls, and begins to try to simultaneously break free of the
webs, while trying to get in a shot at the spider before she's completely
immobilized. Further away, Heart-of-Fury lunges after the spider growling
with growing rage.
Echen focuses more on killing spiders than trying to avoid being webbed, his
rationale being that dead spiders can't spin. He only stops to break free
of webbing if more than one of his limbs is in danger of being caught.
Heartbreaker bites and claws at the spiders, trying to keep himself from being
calcified by killing as many as he can.
Things continue in much the same vein, with spirits having their forms
shredded while they attempt to bind the Garou to the ground. They're not
very quick, and those who actively attempt to stay out of their way have
little difficulty in doing so. Those such as Steven and Echen, however, who
are concentrating more on attacking, find themselves in more trouble. Echen
already has one leg immobile, and Heart-of-Fury is more than half bound
into the pattern web. Adding injury to insult, the flying sniper attacks
again, this time twin beams strike the Fianna Righ. A flash of light
streaks out from the depths of the tangled webs, striking Wears-the-Woad as
he evades the spider near him. Both are hit by blast and the Umbra is
suddenly brighter than it would be under a full moon: a white, hot light
that incinerates Wears-The-Woad. The Pattern Spider is gone entirely,
apparnetly disintegrated. Eamon remains where he is beneath the floater.
Shea's spider obeys her command and simply stops attacking. It remains
motionless in front of her, turning itself with each movement she makes
such that she always remains directly in front of it, but it doesn't attack.
Ravenfeeder continues her current tactics of trying to evade the webs while
trying to kill the spider. Heart-of-Fury, getting even more frustrated,
begins trying to break out of the webs and get at the damnable spider.
Wears-the-Woad doesn't incinerate completely, though the smell of roast fur
stinks the Umbral air for a good 20 yards around. He throws his head back
and howls in fury and pain, the motion breaking the flash-blisters on his
back. Clear liquid drips down the sides of his charred neck.
Talks to Ghosts starts fighting his way towards Wears-the-Woad, trying to at
least keep the remaining spiders from closing in on him while he's injured.
Having been struck by the flying annoyance's laser beams, Echen gets a mighty
pissed-off look about him. His first act is to do whatever is necessary to
extricate his leg from its prison. If and when this is accomplished, he
attempts to scramble up the web strands towards the airborne opponent,
hoping to get close enough to at least make a leap for him/her/it.
The flash from the last attack draws Thatcher's attention away from the
spiders entirely, and up at the mage. ~Get Davy out of here,~ she orders,
to the air in general.
Heart-of-Fury explodes into action, tearing himself free of the webbing that's
already holding him down and destroying as well that which the spider is
currently applying. It's all he can do to get away, however, and he misses
his opportunity to attack his
Heartbreaker continues to slaughter the spiders, and spying the hurt Davy, he
makes his way to him before the fallen Garou gets mummified.
Wears-the-Woad is still on his feet, though he looks flash-fried. In fact,
he's rounding back on the battle with blistered lips peeled back from his
teeth, as if he'd charge again.
Heart-of-Fury explodes into action, tearing himself free of the webbing that's
already holding him down and destroying as well that which the spider is
currently applying. It's all he can do to get away, however, and he misses
his opportunity to attack his would-be jailor. Second-Chance continues with
her hit-and-run tactics that generally work well against spirits, who don't
have the advantage of Rage to speed them, and the spider finally falls. As
its form begins to dissipate, the floater takes aim and fires at her from
above, burning twin holes in the Fianna's shoulder and back that go all the
way down to the bone. He seems oblivious to the approaching Righ who, like
Steven, tore free from his binding and is quickly making his way up the
tree, pursued by a badly wounded spider. Heartbreaker and Talks-To-Ghosts
make their way toward Davy, getting in slashes at their attackers as they
move and managing to avoid their sticky webs. Ever-Grinning, still obscured
by his Gift, waits for the mage to come down; the mage seems to have other
plans.
Echen relies on the floating enemy's continued distraction as he scales the
webs and the tree. If he's able to get within what looks like jumping
distance of the 'mage', he launches himself through the air towards the bad
guy with his arms outstretched in an attempt to get a grip and use his mass
to bring the attacker to the ground.
Wears-the-Woad sees the two Garou fighting their way toward him and moves
toward one of their spiders to meet up in the middle. By chance he picks
Talks-to-Ghost's spider and strikes from behind. His attack is a little
jerky from the burned and blackened skin that hinders him, but the battle
lust that runs high in this child of Weasel keeps him moving swiftly. He
again snaps powerful hispo jaws on the attack.
Ravenfeeder howls in agony at the laser drilling and staggers back, face
contorting into a mask of concentrated pain as she attempts to find
something approaching shelter from the burning rays.
Thatcher climbs the nearest tree, more methodically than Echen's leaps and
bounds.
Talks to Ghosts continues to take the approach of staying well engaged to not
be a good target to the flying mage and keeps attacking spiders,.
Heartbreaker growls in anger, and abandons attacking the spiders, instead
electing to rush towards his own packmate that has come under the barrage
of lasers. He runs, using all four limbs to get to her as quickly as
possible, head lowered to knock her out of the way of the beams.
As the spiders begin to fall, another appears from the depth of the bound
trees to take one's place. Ever-Grinning angles toward that one, still
hidden, and attacks it with the advantage of surprise. The spider gets hit
hard, unable to react to the sneak attack. Ravenfeeder gets under the cover
of the trees, but the gesture is wasted as Echen leaps from the tree and
grabs onto the floating humanoid. He does the only thing he can: fires at
Echen point-blank. The pair fall to the ground and hit hard, and neither
gets up quickly. Heartbreaker manages to outrun his spider as he charges
toward Ravenfeeder while Shea makes her way up another tree. Talks To
Ghosts and Wears-The-Woad together manage to take out the spirit that was
trailing the Philodox.
Talks to Ghosts does the obvious and runs towards where Echen and the mage
landed, ready to take a swipe or three at the mage when he gets there.
Thatcher clambers back down the tree she climbed, less carefully, jumping down
the last few feet, to land on the ground, and move toward Echen and the
downed floater as well.
Heart-of-Fury continues to battle against his own prison and keeper, while
Ravenfeeder, having been watching the shooter, gives a yelp and immediately
runs towards Echen and the other body. Upon seeing so many others with the
same idea, she hangs back a little, shoulder still smoking and her arm
hanging down uselessly, to fend off any other spiders which may approach.
Echen's moving much slower and bleeding heavily from the two pair of burn
wounds that mark his body. Nevertheless, he struggles to rise from the
ground while keeping most of his mass on top of his assailant, and begins
attempting to rip, rend, and tear the sonofabitch into bite-sized chunks.
Heartbreaker changes his charge to the mage, as soon as he sees that the
bastard is down.
Wears-the-Woad begins to move after the spider trailing Heartbreaker. The
pattern spider isn't particularly fast, so it hasn't caught up to the
galliard. But then, Davy's not breaking any speed records right now either.
Thatcher alters course, moving instead to intercept the spider that was still
pursuing Echen. Two quick slashes from her claw and knife are enough to put
the beast down. Heart-of-Fury, now moving much more slowly than he was
prevoiusly, is simply playing dodge with the spider that still seems to
want to bind him up. Heartbreaker reaches Megan and the two turn toward one
approachign threat: the spider that was chasing Heartbreaker and is being
pursued by Wears-The-Woad. From behind the pair, deeper in the nest, comes
another of the huge blasts that lights the whole area. Heartbreaker takes
it in the back and is sent to the ground, stunned. Talks-To-Ghosts and
Echen make very quick work of the no-longer-floating humanoid. Once within
claw range, he breaks as easily as any human, the armor that he wears
providing minimal protection against Garou claws. The guts that spill into
the ground seem human enough, and the blood that stains the claws of the
two Garou is warm.
Ravenfeeder howls as Heartbreaker goes down besides her, then takes a quick
assessment of the situation. She barks loudly, saying to Thatcher, ~Get
Heartbreaker!~ while she tries to dodge her way across the clearing to
where she last sensed Ever-Grinning.
Thatcher sneezes, disgusted, and does, indeed, turn to lope toward the downed
Heartbreaker, meaning to pick him up and sling him over a shoulder.
Heartbreaker is caught by surprise, as the gigantic blast literally roasts all
the fur and skin off all his exposed flesh on his back and legs. Luckily
enough, he still seems to be breathing, but being facedown in the dirt
can't possibly help.
With the mage's blood staining his claws and jaws, Echen lifts his muzzle and
delivers a chilling keen, the woeful call of the restless dead. Before the
sound fades from the air he's pulling Heart-of-Fury away from the mage's
corpse and trying to accomplish some semblance of a strategic withdrawal
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Name Sex Form Doing
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Echen M Crinos 5 agg. Ow.
Ravenfeeder F Hispo 5 lvls agg dmg
Ever-Grinning M Crinos -
Wears-the-Woad M Hispo 5 levels down
Talks to Ghosts M Crinos 4 agg
Thatcher F Crinos -
Heartbreaker M Crinos KFC Extra Crispy. Down 7



Talks to Ghosts pauses a second to peer into the nest where the blasts are
coming from before looking to see if anyone else needs help moving back.
The unnerving howl of the Adren is enough to make everything pause, and buys
the Fianna a few precious seconds to scoop up the fallen and begin pulling
out. Ravenfeeder is moving around the battlefield, looking for something.
Talks-To-Ghosts does notice another humanoid inside the nest of webs, about
thirty or fourty yards deeper into the mess.
Wears-the-Woad plays backguard to Shea, burdened with Heartbreaker.
Ravenfeeder begins to growl worriedly as she continues looking, yelping out,
~I cannot find him.~
Thatcher mutters, and unshoulders Heartbreaker, outside the main stand of
trees. ~Watch him,~ she directs Wears-the-Woad, and turns back, to rejoin
Ravenfeeder, nostrils flaring to try and catch a scent.
Wears-the-Woad stares at the slumped galliard. He mutters half-heartedly,
~Does he dance?~ But he does do as he's told, turning out to guard against
attackers rather than make sure Heartbreaker doesn't crawl off.
Heartbreaker is too busy smoldering to crawl off.
Thatcher takes several long breaths, then whuffs. Eyes narrowed, she rumbles,
~Got him. Got what's got him, more likely. -Something- was here, and
Eamon's not.~
The Pattern Spiders are still fleeing, but from within the nest comes another
of the huge blasts, aimed for Shea this time. The fact that she happens to
be looking in that direction as it comes is probably the only thing that
saves her; the Theurge instinctively hits the ground and the blast sails
through the air which she had just occupied.
Echen tries to hurry the rest of the impromptu war-party along after the last
attack, encouraging them southwards at a higher rate of speed.
Ravenfeeder rushes towards Thatcher to protect her as she gets up,
half-whining, half-growling as she stands guard, ready to retreat when the
theurge is.
Wears-the-Woad glances back, then painfully makes the shift to haul
Heartbreaker up and follow after Echen. The ragabash stumbles under the
weight, but he follows the retreat.
Wears-the-Woad contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Wears-the-Woad shifts into Crinos form.
Thatcher lies flattened, and motionless on the ground she stood on a moment
before. Ravenfeeder's approach gives the theurge time to climb to her feet
once more, before she shifts downward into the near-wolf. Gruffly, she
announces, I had him. I'll find him. She heads off the direction the blast
came from.
Thatcher contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Thatcher trembles briefly, and then her image wavers, muscles, bones, and
flesh twisting, and reforming as she slips into Hispo form.
Ravenfeeder growls lowly, but with a loud bark, she follows after Thatcher.
The pair make their way into the center. As they go farther in, the going gets
much tougher as the strands get more and more dense.
Ravenfeeder, as she makes her way deeper in with Thatcher, suddenly lifts back
her muzzle and howls. Not a call to rival Call of the Wyld but passionately
heartfelt. ~Come! Come! Come help us to blot out this wound upon Gaia!~
Thatcher plows through the webbing with as much force as she can muster,
alternating between lifting her head to search for traces of
Ever-Grinning's scent, and howling for him, in hopes of an answer.
There's silence for a moment, and then some of the Pattern Spiders begin
making their way back toward the pair of Fianna. There's movement all
around as spirits begin to appear. The two puffing sounds caused by the
sudden expansion of compressed air are missed as the two continue to fight
their way toward the center. Suddenly, Ravenfeeder drops.
Thatcher's ear flickers backward at the sound of the philodox falling behind
her. She stops, and turns first her head, then turns back entirely, to
where Ravenfeeder fell. She chuffs sharply, a few times, attempting to
rouse her packmate.
Ravenfeeder is out cold, but Thatcher is probably perceptive enough that she
notices two other bullet-shapped entry wounds in addition to the laser
burns as she tries to rouse her.
Thatcher's nudges against Ravenfeeder's side and neck grow steadily rougher,
until, with a deep sigh, she shifts upward, into the war-form once more, to
pick Megan up, and carry her back out of the nest, toward the trees at the
battle site, and further, toward the grotto. She resolutely does not look
further in toward the nest's center.
Thatcher trembles briefly, and then her image wavers, muscles, bones, and
flesh twisting, and reforming as she slips into Crinos form.
As the Theurge carries her packmate out, the few spirits begin tearing down
the webbing in the area. Throughout the next hour, dozens of more spirits
arrive and continue. They work all through the night, and by sunrise, more
than three-quarters of the webbing has been removed and the nest at its
center has been destroyed.



>> You paged Eric with 'Do my spirit buddies find Eamon? (Or on the off
chance, Erik?)'.
>> Eric pages: Nope, Erik's not here, and whoever took Eamon is long gone.
Pack> Thatcher won't find him when she comes back in the morning, either. Not
a trace.

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