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As the Strider pauses, he notices an odd scent in the air. Heavy and
acrid, like the smell after a thunderstorm.

[Shows-the-Way(#2146)] Shows-the-Way's ears twitching warily, he makes
his careful way to a better vantage for the wind to kiss and bring him news
about this new scent. Senses tuned, checking for signs of the Enemy as he
usually does when confronted by the even moderately out of place during his
rounds.

As Shows-the-Way moves into the wind, he feels the odd texture of the
Umbral grass under his feet. Burnt and black, it stabs his paws like tiny
needles.

[Shows-the-Way(#2146)] Shows-the-Way starts to shie back, then controls
the movement forcibly and tries to move /quietly/. Dropping his muzzle to
the ground to sniff at the oh-so wrong Umbral grass.

[Shows-the-Way(#2146)] Shows-the-Way carefully looks round one last
time, then ears twitching madly towards even the slightest sound, he makes
his way back to round up a slightly stronger scouting group to see what the
Wind might bring. On his way, he whispers to the Pack to assemble at the
wheel, if available.

The grass, on closer reflection, is crisped but not ashed, the way it
would have been had a fire burned there. The destroyed grass leads in a rough
northwest/southeast direction.

[Seshemw(#2146)] Seshemw moves as quietly as he can on the way back,
leading the small group of hunters to where the trail cuts across the Umbral
grass. Staff still shedding a gental glow for the eyes, ears still twitching
attentively, he sniffs the air for the Sign and the stormscent, assessing any
changes.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night moves quietly, scentlessly
outside the light cast by the group, merely a blur in the Darkness.

The smell of a summer storm has faded somewhat, but the charred grass is
where the Strider recalls. It takes him a few moments, nose to ground, to
find it again. The spikey grass pricks his nose as cruelly as it did his
paws.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words, before the group is too far
away from the pool, flares again with a harsh silver light, this different
from the flames that first enveloped him. The glow softens and fades into his
fur, leaving a hint of a silver nimbus around him.

[Seshemw(#2146)] Seshemw yips a noise of irritation and shifts back to
standing upright. ~Here,~ he rumbles quietly. ~Damned grass bites now,
but here it is.~

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night walks slowly and carefully
around the clearing, sniffing for an odd scent, and looking around with the
practiced eye of a tracker.

[Seshemw(#2146)] Seshemw rumbles quietly, ~Track runs from the northwest
to southeast, or viceversa. Can't localize the wyrmtaint.~

~Farmhouse.~ And to the southeast, ~Wolf lands. Ouroboros' island.~

[Global +commands Object(#15){Global Commands}<-(#2146)] Seshemw says,
~We could look along both directions, but Wayfinder's already sent me word
that the West is secure at the moment.~

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury glances over to the Strider as he
speaks. His ears flicker around, ill at ease in the dim umbral shadow. He
keeps silent watch as he waits for the elder Garou to make a decision about
which way to begin searching.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws starts off to the southeast,
then. ~Come on.~

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words takes in a long breath of the
night air, testing it, before starting off to follow his former packmate.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night inspects one of the tracks
closely, trying to make some sense of what could have made it. His head
jerks up, ears forward, facing the southeast. Starting to move in that
direction, ~Yes, Southeast...~

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury turns toward Thunder's Claws, dips
his head, and starts to follow.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night growls softly moving a little
faster through the dark Umbral landscape. ~Something is happening there...~

As the five follow the path, the forest appears before them again. The
grass remains hard and prickly under paws.

[Global +commands Object(#15){Global Commands}<-(#2638)] Thunder's Claws
says, ~How far?~

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night moves through the forest, close
to the trees, where the grass is thinner and thr ground sturdier because of
the large roots. ~Something burned it's way through here...~

Ahead is a flash of blue foxfire, backlighting branches like twisted
hands in the dark. Paul raises his fetish and the group can see the ragabash
is right: the branches overhead are crisped like the grass.


[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury glances overhead at the branches
and then signals the others, after a second of concentration. The enemy is
ahead, and there is only one in the area. He takes the larger hispo form as he
moves forward, waiting for further direction.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words slides into a form more suited
for war as well.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws motions for Silver-In-Night to
go on ahead, to see what he can see. The rest will follow, Seshemw with his
light in the middle, and the rest of us flanking him. ~If you get into
trouble,~ he tells the Silver Fang Ragabash, ~call.~


[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night nods to the Shadow Lord as he
pushes on ahead, disappearing into the Darkness, his form becoming an
almost invisible Blur here.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words flanks as indicated.

As the Garou grow closer, the blue flashes become more intense: more
like distant sparks than the diffuse light of foxfire.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night emerges from the brush in front
of the group, coming into full sight, not trying to hide. ~It's some huge
electricity spirit I think. Moving straight toward the heart of
Ouroboros territory in Wolf Woods. It's just ignoring everything except when
something gets in it's way.~

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words growls lowly. ~Could it be
after the fetish?~

Glowing spirit(#3810Pcr$)

Fully nine feet tall, this spirit has no face or features recognizable
to Garou used to dealing with the spirits of the woodlands. Its limbs are
bloated and glowing blue with an electric fire, and sparks jump over its
body as it moves. The lights twirl and twist sickeningly inside it as it
moves, as if something formless strives to break out of a jar.

Thunder's Claws says, ~I heard it was attracting spirits. We have to stop it.
Just the one?~

Silver-In-Night says, ~There were all kinds of lights and such inside of its
body. I don't know if that was just some effect of its appearance, or if it
may have been other spirits that it's eaten.~

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws shakes his head slowly.
~Shouldn't matter. If it's a spirit, claws will hurt it.~ He glances at the
others. ~Ready?~

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury wuffs an affirmative, and prepares
to follow.

Silver-In-Night says, ~Plan of attack?~

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words is.

Thunder's Claws says, ~Well, if it's just one, we shouldn't have too much
trouble against it. If there are more... well, I'll make it up as I go.~

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury explains there was only one he
could sense.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws turns to start following the
spirit again. ~Let's just try and stay out of each other's way. And if anyone
gets hurt, backing away isn't a bad idea.~

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night nods, shifting up into a form
more suited to war as he sweeps out to one of the flanks.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws mutters softly as he sets off
after the spirit, ~At least there's little chance of frenzy....~

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury spreads out to flank as the Shadow
Lord ahroun leads the pack through the Umbral shadows toward the spirit.

After a short time of following the path, the Garou come around a bend
to see the spirit mentioned. It walks, if such is a correct term, toward Wolf
Woods in an unwavering line. Its entire body glows a putrid blue, but flashes
of brighter light beating against the swollen outlines of its body cause
the flashes the Garou noticed. It seems to take no notice of the Garou
behind it.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words trots along to the other flank,
moving to hit the creature from one of the sides, and trying to time his
attack when such a time comes to hit at the same time the others do.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws mutters something else under
his breath before flexing his claws. ~No more than three attack.~ He looks
back and forth between the Garou looking for a volunteer to be backup.


Glowing spirit continues forward. It gets to a tree and deviates
slightly left, to pass around it. The branches that brush against it sizzle
and shrivel.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws nods to Silver-In-Night and
starts forward again, loping on all fours.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words continues towards the spirit,
still moving to time his attack with his former packmate when the other
attacks.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws increases his speed as he
closes within fifteen yards of the creature. If it doesn't notice, by the time
he crashes into it, he's going full speed.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] From his flanking position, the Fianna propels
himself forward explosively fast, going for a leap to hopefully bring the
spirit prone, and raking at it with his claws.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night moves up with the others, but
stays a few feet back, alert and ready to fill in any front that may weaken or
need assistance.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words gives a deep, primal snarling
howl as he bears down on the creature with the other two, the type that
strikes an inner chord, inspiring them into battle as he rakes into the
spirit with the speed of rage.

Glowing spirit continues to ignore the Garou, as single-minded in its
goal as a pattern spider, until they tear into its sides with three sets of
claws. Sparks fly from the being as it shrills in eardrum-splitting pain,
ghost-wisps of blue fluttering from its body as holes are torn in the
surface. The spirit seems oddly insubstantial, as if the outside was a
thin plastic wrap over emptiness. The claws of the Garou do indeed damage it,
though: Thunder's Claws and Spirit-of-Words leave long furrows in its
sides, and Heart-of-Fury manages to completely sever one of its multiple
limbs. Still, as the three attackers plow into the spirit, sparks burn into
their skin when they touch it. Thunder's Claws falls back, stunned, and
Heart-of-Fury grimaces in pain. Turning, it lashes out one of the other
bloated arms at Heart-of-Fury. Blue electricity flashes as the Fianna
reels back. Senshew grimaces and takes half a step forward, but does not join.
Instead, he holds the light high and waits with grim determination.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws shakes his head thoroughly,
trying to clear it. With a snarl, he recovers from the stun and is on the
beast again immediately; he draws back one arm and bitch-slaps the spirit.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words continues to try and tear into
the spirit, his wide, sweeping claw strikes still driven by rage born speed,
but a touch slower than before.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury falls away and shakes out his fur
as he retakes his footing. Smoke rises from the frazzled ends of his guard
hairs and he growls in anger, ready to charge back into the fray. He gives a
furious howl, a harbinger of the rage which drives his claws.

The battle moves in a blur of blue flashes and speeding claws. Thunder's
Claws recovers quickly and touches the spirit which topples, its many limbs
flailing. Heart-of-Fury lands the first attack solidly, but his attack
with his weaker forepaw only draws light furrows down the spirit's side. In
attempting the second swipe, the Fianna misses entirely, and sprawls
over one of its flailing limbs that whip through the crisped grass like
electrified snakes. Spirit-of-Words, not reacting to the fall of the spirit
quickly enough, misses entirely.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words seems rather nonplussed for
having missed the spirit entirely, fire lighting in his eyes as he dives
towards the spirit to take his frustrations out on it with his claws.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury takes his feet again and tries to
shake out the lethargy from his head. He growls at the spirit from deep back
in his throat and then calls out to Silver-in-Night to join in the attack.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night moves around quickly, seeing
the opportunity, attacking what appears to be the creature's head.

Briefly, the scene turns into a slaughter. Silver-in-Night replaces
Heart-of-Fury in clawing at the more solid part of the spirit, as
Thunder's Claws punctures the body next to the juncture of three of its legs
with rage-borne speed. Again, there isn't enough substance to give
satisfaction; the spirit tears open and more blue light escapes.
Spirit-of-Words doesn't miss this time, gouging a huge hole in one of the
thicker limbs, but his anger causes the faint motion under his feet to go
unnoticed. The Strider howls a warning, too late, as what almost seems to be a
deformed drill-head punctures out of the ground and into Scott's calf. The
blue sparks from the dying electricity spirit play on the new arrival's
metallic sheen.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury releases another wrathful howl as
his body shifts upwards to the two legged warform. His eyes narrow as he
assesses this new threat quickly, ready to rush in, if need be.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words may not be the brightest of
Garou, but he sees the danger the metal in his leg might cause if they dying
electricity spirit grounds through said metal, and he pulls away from
the thing, starting to circle it at a small distance, trying to figure out
what the hell it is.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night leaps back from the dying
electricity spirit, muscles tense and ready to move as he scans the area.

Glowing spirit, freed of the Garou, begins to move away, still doggedly
southeast. The Strider moves to intercept it and, for a Garou
well-suited for the Umbra, the spirit should cause a single Garou little
problem at its current power. The metallic being doesn't seem to pay attention
to the Silver Fang as he pulls away and the Garou regroup. Instead, it hauls
its huge body from under the ground. The drill bit widens into a digging head,
and two mashed-looking limbs extend from the body and lever it upward. Slower
than the electricity spirit, this thing reminds the homids of nothing so much
as a tank. Still, its edges have that bloated and odd look of the other
spirit; no clear crisp edges as one might expect from what appears to be a
metal spirit.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws leaps forward with a short howl
of challenge. The Ahroun does what Ahroun do best, channeling his Rage and
letting it all out at once, his body moving as quick as the eye can
follow.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words moves to dart in from the flank
of the spirit, hopefully where the limbs or drill bit can't hit him, still
relying on his claws to tear down the spirit.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night darts into the opposite side of
the spirit, bluring not in deception, but in speed, focusing his Rage toward
this new threat, yet holding a little back, careful of those huge limbs
waiting to strike.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury also avoids a frontal attack,
moving toward the side of the metal spirit. Ferally grunting with the effort,
he concentrates his talons' rage fueled swipes on the upper joint of one of
the twisted limbs, trying to sheer it off.

The four Garou close on the blocky steel elemental like wolves cirlcing
a cornered moose. Thunder's Claws again hits first, his blows making
tortuous squealing noises as he punctures what is apparently a thin layer of
metal to meet the same emptiness inside. The Shadow Lord hammers twice more,
and nimbly twists to dodge the drill bit as it thrusts toward his chest. It
misses his heart, but it scores deep across his belly, digging a gash
across this former Child of Weasel that might have killed a slower Garou. The
two Silver Fangs strike from either side, ripping up metal like peeling an
aluminum can. The Fianna manages to get a good strike on one of the
limbs with another double-time blow. The limb bends with a screech, but does
not break off.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws snarls as his blood spills into
the ground. Even under the thin knife of a moon, the Ahroun is showing signs
of losing control. He reaches out with both hands to grasp what passes for
the bane's head and bites.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words continues his attacks from the
flank, trying to rip the thing open and pull out any vital parts inside.
Though he's taking some care, noting its mechanical nature, to not stick his
hands anywhere they'll be cut off or crushed.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night presses his attack, staying
mindful of the limbs, trying to peal it open like a tin can.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Once again the Fianna Galliard drives his talons
upwards, into the weakened joint of the spirit's limb, venting an angry
snarl.

Steel Elemental thrusts its drill-head again at Thunder's Claws, but the
blow only connects in a head-butt attack from the ahroun as his teeth
puncture through the bitter metal in a jaw-jarring bite. More shrill sounds
and flying metal slivers occur from the Silver Fangs; there seems to be
nothing inside the spirit but air. Heart-of-Fury stresses the metal back and
forth almost comically, as it ignores him to deal with Thunder's Claws, but it
gives a bellowing roar of fury as the limb finally snaps. The sound is not
unlike a freight train, at point-blank range.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws is knocked back by the sound,
his jaw-hold on the spirit's head broken as he hits the ground, blood
streaming from his ears, nose, and mouth. It takes him longer to recover this
time, but he does regain his feet.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words starts tearing with reckless
abandon as he sees the spirit focus its attacks on his former packmate, trying
to bring it down before it can do any more damage to him.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] Heart-of-Fury, having managed to tear one limb
off, now seeks to further rip open wide gashes in the side of the large
tank-like spirit.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night pauses, stunned from the blast
of sound for a few moments, a little blood seeping out of his ears. It
doesn't take him long to regain himself, and he begins tearing back into the
the with abandon. Rip, Maim, Tear, Grr.

Steel Elemental lunges forward, unmindful of the fallen Garou, as it
tries to crush the one that broke its limb off. It lands on Heart-of-Fury
with a sickening crunch of bone that none of the Garou can hear, but the
Fianna feels all too well. The final blows from the other two Garou finish it
off, and it begins to dissipate. Heart-of-Fury's right leg is near-crushed,
and bone sticks out from the limb in two places.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws reaches out with the others to
help lift the dissipating spirit off of Heart-of-Fury. He pauses only a
moment before he growls out ~Fuck it,~ and plunges one clawed hand into one of
the several holes in the spirit's fading form.

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words rakes at the disappating spirit
some more before he seems to calm down some, glance casting about in search
of other enemies before eyeing Heart-of-Fury and wincing. That'll leave a
mark.

[Silver-In-Night(#2688)] Silver-In-Night curses as well, shifting to a
form with more manual dexterity. Instead of doing after the Bane's fading
form, he goes after Steven, to get him out from under the thing, and to see
what kind of field aid needs to be done.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] The spirit's form seems to disappear more
rapidly than its partner's did, and some of the glowing light moves into
Thunder's Claws rather than fading away with the ephemera. After a moment, the
Shadow Lord opens his eyes.

[Heart-of-Fury(#2435)] The Fianna lays sprawled on his back, eyes
blinking rapidly. His broken leg twitches uselessly, as shards of his bones
stick out at unnatural angles. He reaches down, vaguely toward the awful wound
and then his head thuds back against the ground, arms falling short of his
goal.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws walks over toward the Fianna,
muzzle wrinkling at the smell of blood. He looks at Ed and nods once. ~You do
it. I'll hold him down.~

[Spirit-of-Words(#2868)] Spirit-of-Words starts to lope in a circle
about the other Garou, keeping watch for anything else that decides to show
up.

[Ed(#2688)] Ed grunts out, ~Steven. Go Glabro. Fuck the pain.~ He
reaches out toward Steven's leg, but doesn't touch it yet, waiting for him to
shift.

[Thunder's Claws(#2638)] Thunder's Claws kneels down next to the Fianna,
pinning Steven's shoulders to the ground.

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