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Blue Mountains: Dig Site(#3937RJ$)

A dark hole in the side of the granite mountain leads to a series of naturally formed caverns. The passage ways are narrow, only enough room for one person at a time, and twisty, turning in unpredictable ways. Fortunately, they don't all look alike. After walking along a lit, marked trail that passes three dark side passages, the tunnel opens into a wider expansive cavern. It's approximately 50 feet around in diameter and 20 feet to the ceiling, the roof formed in a natural looking dome shape. Neatly and regularly laid out on the floor is a set of wires and flags denoting the "grid" for the dig finds. Two dark passages lead from this room. The left exit of the two has been caved in only five feet perhaps inside.

Waldorf pages all: And so, I imagine we can pick up there. There's forest almost right up to the little shack. There's a small access road leading to the site from the highway (sans trees, of course.) Theres a pickup truck with the words, "Aegis Security" on the side of it in blue. The entrance to the site (presumably) is lit with a small ground set floodlamp.

Soren slides up in to homid at the edge of the woods, looking over at his packmates from the cover of the trees.

Spirit-of-Words leads his pack, in conjunction with Quiet's own to the edge of the woods, though still out of visable sight, near the site where the fetish was exacavated from. His eyes scan over the clearing and the caves before he glances back to the others. Suggestions? I'd say we might want to cut off his communications by knocking out the metal branchs that the two-legs use for their long-distance howls, but that might alert him to our presence.

There's also the faint whine of a two stroke gas engine; probably some kind of generator supplying power.

Soren gestures toward the man in the sack and then runs a thumb along his neck, from ear to ear.

Talks to Ghosts thinks we can ignore the two leg if he sleeps. We are quieter than what is already here.

Mark-Of-Thorns perks an ear at the soft whine, and iff she was in homid, she'd be grinning evilly at this point.

Iceheart pads in the back, staying quiet and watchful.

Quiet agrees with Talks-to-Ghosts. If we can be silent, best leave the man alone.

Luna-Singer pads alongside Iceheart, alert and cautious.

Spirit-of-Words glances in the direction of the man in the shack as something occurs to him, and then he scents the air for the taint of the Enemy.

Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns sends over the pack link, This one smells two-legger fuel. Check it out?

Mark-Of-Thorns turns her head towards Quiet, her question silent.

Spirit-of-Words glances back to Quiet and seems to defer to her suggestion. This one senses no taint accept coming from within the mountain. If this one is right at least. Let's skirt the clearing and see if we can gain entrance to the caves with stealth.

Pack> Quiet says "Go ahead, but don't go far." Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns sends that she will not.

Quiet indicates she senses the same. There is nothing unnatural about the man that I can sense, either. Let us go slow. Mark-of-Thorns has scented something; let her catch up to us.

Iceheart raises her muzzle to check the mundane scents of the surrounding area, wondering if anything unusual is about.

Mark-Of-Thorns turns and, nose to the ground, begins to follow some sort of trail beyond the shack, staying under cover of the woods. She moves slowly and carefully, obviously trailing something.

Spirit-of-Words dips his head slightly, the gesture more homid than lupus as he directs the garou to fan out and begins slowly through the edge of the treeline towards the cave entrace.

There's a series of loud BANGS! from inside of the small security shack. Sounds like gunfire.

Only not fully defined. And slightly static-y.

Talks to Ghosts flattens his ears and looks towards the shack. Talking box sounds?

Luna-Singer lifts her head sharply and looks in the direction of the shack. Talking box sounds.

Iceheart freezes slightly, then continues on to the side, flanking her alpha as instructed.

Quiet freezes, the feral homid not immediately recognizing the noise of the television. Then after her nose and ears betray no further distubbance, she relaxes, snorting wryly even as she swings her head around to do a sweep.

Spirit-of-Words narrows his eyes as his head come up and around, angling for a better view of the shack. This one isn't sure. The reassuarances of the others seem to sway him though, and he continues along his path towards the entrance, ears standing high and demeanor alert.

Mark-Of-Thorns ducks instinctively into the brush, the motion fluid as she stops cold. She lays there for a good five seconds, then on hearing nothing else, stands up again and continues her trail.

There's no activity from inside the security hut as the Garou file towards the opening.

Soulcatcher returns to following Spirit of Words after a brief, wary look back to where the sounds came from.

Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns sends a lupus equivalent of a laugh over the link. This one found the power generators. Pack> Quiet says "Remember where. That could be useful to know." Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns sends that she is in the process of killing it. A change of wording indicates a shift of forms. "It's a gas-powered generator. A little dirt in the tank..."

Quiet shifts while she waits, bulking up to her quarter-ton hispo size. When she does, her coat gleams briefly with a comforting warm glow that sinks into her sandy fur and winks out like a blown candle.

Mark-Of-Thorns turns and lopes back to the group as quickly as she may, ears flat an head down in an expression that might be smug self-satisfaction. This one found the two-leggers' unnatural fire maker, she explains as she takes her place with her pack.

Midnight continues to pad behind Quiet, black coat swallowing the light as he moves.

Iceheart shakes out her ruff as she pads into the tunnel. Her nose takes deep sniffs of the air, trying to puzzle out the trails here.

Spirit-of-Words follows the Gaia's lead, and slides up into the Hispo form as well. And, silver light also enshrouds the Fang, but of a harsher quality. It fades into in fur protectively and leaves a faint nimbus of silver about the edges of his form.

Luna-Singer pads after Spirit, head lifted and senses alert as she shifts up to Hispo.

Spirit-of-Words follows the Gaian's lead, and slides up into the Hispo form as well. And, silver light also enshrouds the Fang, but of a harsher quality. It fades into in fur protectively and leaves a faint nimbus of silver about the edges of his form.

In the distance, perhaps 50-60 feet, back from the shack, the sound of the engine starts to sputter. It's obviously in some kind of distress. As the engine struggles to work, the lights at the site, on the ground, and elsewhere, also dim and brighten in time with the engine. Aside from the sputtering engine, the sounds of the television sound growing louder and lighter, the forest sounds empty and almost pensively afraid. There is the faintest scent of pine and ... snow in the chilled air, though the ground is not snow-covered.

Midnight sniffs and flicks an ear as he moves with the others.

Pack> Midnight sends across the Link. The vision of cold... We should be prepared for it.

The very tip of Mark-of-Thorns' tail flicks back and forth, slowly, as she proceeds down the tunnel. Yes, she's -quite- pleased with herself.

Spirit-of-Words narrows his eyes as he glances back, motioning something subduedly about a dream. His eyes then flick back forward, trusting the rear gaurd to watch for threats from behind as they forge deeper into the cavern.

Quiet follows that twitching tail, heavy head lowered and nostrils working. Her ears swivel as she moves, oversized nails scraping softly against the ground.

Pack> Quiet sends back, Yes, especially the winds.

Soulcatcher's head turns back, attention caught by the sputtering engine, but only briefly. Turning back, the Wendigo seems anxious to get inside, his ears cocked as if listening to something very particular. Padding nervously at the back of the pack, his manner betrays both the anxiousness, and a certain trepedation.

Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns says "Huh?"

Talks to Ghosts looks back at Soulcatcher. Something is wrong?

Pack> Quiet says "Icy winds. We may be hit." Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns sends back, You make it sound like that's unusual in this frozen hell of a state.

Iceheart stiffens a bit, Give the word, she says, and I will use the gift of light, as Spirit has.

Mark-Of-Thorns chuffs softly. Long as you do it from behind. This one already has a headache and would like to keep her vision.

Pack> Quiet sends back wry humor. "Cold even for us, too."

As Soulcatcher's tail disappears at the cave mouth, the engine noises finally completely die. The lights marking the trail die with that last wheezing gasp of the two-stroke. It's pitch black in here, and it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the newfound dimness. It's still easy to follow the trail of course: unlit lights still mark the way to the dig site and back to the cave entrance; the strung wires between the bulbs barely concealed. (More)

Soulcatcher answers Talks to Ghosts with a question as a quiver runs along the fur of his back, Are you cold? The Wendigo then, as all goes dark, begins to blur up to the more powerful hispo form.

Luna-Singer tenses as she pads into the tunnel behind her packmate in the inky blackness of the tunnel.

Iceheart fluffs her ruff, suddenly nervous, then very quiet as she studies the walls and floor.

Midnight glances back toward the others. Cold and frost will be found here. Beware. The milky whiteness of the Get's eye seems, perhaps, to gleam slightly as he turns back to continue the foreward movement.

Silence follows the Garou inside of the cavern. The normally tonal wolf voices sound hollow and alien inside the granite confines of the this narrowing hallway. Side passages give rise to strange echos and other sounds and the potential for clues still yet hidden. It smells vaguely damp and mildewy in here, like it's been enclosed for a long long time without much exposure to fresh air. Even through this though the smell of pine seems to get stronger and the scent of snow... shouldn't be here. And over all of this, there is a feeling of forbidding, prickling evil. Like the Wyrm hisself has carved this cavern from the living stone; tore the heart from it and ate it while the mountain was still screaming. (More)

As Soren and Soulcatcher mention the temperature, it *does* of a sudden seem very cold. The thick fur of the wolf protects the Garou from the bitter feeling, but the wind, when it comes seems to shred the fur-lined defenses of the Garou like an icepick cutting through a solid sheet of ice. The sound of the hispo claws on the granite reflects off the walls, making for the eerie feeling that there are more *things* inside than just the two Garou packs.

Talks to Ghosts growls at his claws scrpae along rock as his paws shift around.

Spirit-of-Words takes a deep breath as he glances over the passageway and caverns before them. Suggestion? Quiet-rhya he chuffs softly.

Mark-Of-Thorns pauses a moment, then continues, shaking out an inch at a time from nose to tailtip. She chuffs. This one goes to the desrt once this thing is destroyed.

Midnight's breath is visible as he turns to regard his alpha and the Fang. We should keep moving and find the place of uncovering. He seems remarkably at home in the climate, nostrils flaring freely.

Spirit-of-Words appeared to be soliciting suggestions as opposed to offering one, if that wasn't clear.

Luna-Singer's hackles rise slightly at the cutting cold as she listens for the next move.

Spirit-of-Words then dips his head to his former packmate, the Get theurge, glancing to the Adren before proceeding.

Quiet's attitude is somewhere between her packmates'; the wind causes her to shiver involuntarily, but she seems no where near as miserable as the warm-loving Fury. Yes, she agrees, toward the place of digging. It is where the unnatural things lie.

Spirit-of-Words dips his head again, and then chuffs for the group to press on, a touch of urgency slipping into the Fang's manner and transmitted to those about him through his formidable presence.

Soulcatcher stops again, his side brushing Talks to Ghosts as he turns back the way they came, ears alert.

Talks to Ghosts thinks the humans were lucky to survive disturbing this place.

Midnight glances back. They may not have survived.

Spirit-of-Words comments idly to his packmate that perhaps they didn't.

Iceheart grows very, very quiet. Almost strangely so.

Soulcatcher chuffs, the sound loud enough to get Talks' attention. Did you hear something? /Do/ you hear something?

Mark-Of-Thorns presses on, her ears perking up and her steps slowing a bit to become perfectly silent, as if that would help her hear better.

Iceheart wonders if the fetish was all they let loose from here?

Talks to Ghosts heard nothing but the wind and ourselves.

Soulcatcher's hackles rise slightly, I hear something else.

Mark-Of-Thorns chuffsa from up front that she does as well, barely. Her steps speed up to as fast a pace as she can safely go, as if in hopes of keeping herself warm.

Spirit-of-Words inquires of the Wendigo if what he hears is a ... howling? Like I this one described in the dream? He glances about once, obviously not fond of the concept of lingering to long within the caves.

Quiet raises her head to sniff the frigid air, breath pluming. She slows to match the Fury in front of her, then speeds up again. Her larger size lets her keep up with the ragabash more comforably, though she bumps the cavern wall with one furry shoulder at the abrupt change of pace.

Luna-Singer, padding onward, pauses to look back at those behind her before conntinuing on after the others.

As Mark-of-Thorns rounds a corner, the tunnel narrows considerably. Doesn't seem like a hispo would fit easily through the crevice.

Iceheart seems used to this cold, not even really commenting on it. She pads forward carefully, ready for action.

Soulcatcher's ears cock and turn in a nervous state of alert. He seems unwilling to to focus ahead, walking in a kind of sideways gate as he continues to look behind him. Answering Spirit, he says, ~As a matter of fact, it does somewhat.~

When finally balked by the tunnel, Quiet shifts down to her far less imposing lupus size. The shift comes with casual ease, though the tension evident in her muscles doesn't change form to form.

Ever thoughtful, the Fury stuffs herself headlong into the smaller crevice without a warning to anyone, apparently eager to be out of this place.

Spirit-of-Words comments as they move, keeping most of his attention ahead of them that it could just be the air moving through the caves, coming down fast off the side of the mountain. He pauses, and then adds more darkly that it could also be ... something far less natural as well. He slips down into the lupus as well to make his way through the narrowing tunnel.

Midnight moves with the others, cautious as usual and alert.

The dark and silent side passages give a yawning contrast in passage, to the narrowed main tunnel toward the dig site. It's apparent that it's alot easier for a wolf to get in here than a human. In fact, it looks as if some tunnel widening has begun. Still not enough for a hispo -- yet.

Luna-Singer also makes the shift in form to accomodate the passage through the tunnel, keeping silent as she moves.

Soulcatcher, as the line moves through the narrowed tunnel, also drops down to the smaller wolf, following behind Talks to Ghosts and into the tunnels.

Mark-Of-Thorns stops short abruptly, nose on the floor of the cavern and tail waving low. Something left its scent here, in the passage. Many seasons ago. Many many many.

Iceheart flicks an ear. How inhuman?

Mark-Of-Thorns Lsniffs around a moment more, and her ears splay in wry amusement. Two-legs are stupid, is her response. She doesn't seem to care that it's a complete and total non sequitur, but does explain it somewhat. A wolf left this...a sign of danger?

There's a baying shrieking sound. It's loud, and seems like it's coming from directly over each Garou's head, even though they're single filed in the tunnel. A sprinkling of snow and ice falls from the ceiling on to each Garou's back. Then blackness and dread refill the void from the sudden noise.

Quiet had begun to lower her head to sniff, but she flattens with a low snarl at the noise. Without bothering to shake off the ice, she asks Soren behind her, Warner or corrupt, you think?

Iceheart's tail stiffens, and she does look up, then back along the tunnel. That was intrigueing.

Mark-Of-Thorns flattens immediately, ears going back and hackles rising. Not until the sound is totally gone and all is silent again does she rise again. She shakes the ice off her back with a quick motion, hackles still fully up. Something knows we invade its territory.

Midnight shakes his head as he responds to his packmate. Not the right sound for a warning. We should move forward.

Soulcatcher's muscles tighten, his legs instinctively drawing him down toward the ground, flattening as the howl seems to bear down from above. Hackles quivering, he agrees with Soren, ready to push on.

Iceheart trots forward, quickly following.

Mark-Of-Thorns finally pushes on as well, slower this time, nose searching the ground for any more clues.

Talks to Ghosts wonders if the Wendigo know this place? Perhaps the Wendigo of the wheel destroyed the occupants long ago.

It's only another twenty, blessedly unremarkable, but still uncomfortable pulse throbbing seconds until the tunnel opens into the main dig cavern. As described above, it's about 50 around and 20 feet tall in a natural dome. The floor is laid out with a network of wires and flags marking grid squares on the floor.

Midnight rises upward into homid after entering the cavern, his satchel slung over his shoulder. He says nothing as he moves right out of the tunnel, squatting to look at the first flag he comes to.

Mark-Of-Thorns's nose is busy, sniffing around the place. Her steps and curiosity take her to the far corner of the dig grid before she stops and looks up and around.

Soulcatcher makes it through the tunnel, just glad to be out of the more confined space. Shaking out his ruff, he offers an opinion to Talks. Rain Walker feels it more likely that the Wendigo of the ancient Wheel used this place as a cage, to house an agent of the Enemy they could not destroy completely. The Wendigo was bound to keep it here. I have decided I share this opinion.

Talks to Ghosts seems more disturbed by Soulcatcher's statement than by the atmosphere of the place. Then we had best be sure nothing is released, if it hasn't been already.

Waldorf pages all: There's some kind of faint ambient light. No more than a single match might give. A vague sense of air moving past is also detectable.

Mark-Of-Thorns sneezes. It probably has been already. Her nose lifts, and she turns to track the source of moving air with her nose.

Talks to Ghosts moves to look down the other passages that exit the room.

Iceheart begins to pad around, raising her nose up to test the air. The draft...must coem from somewhere, and /go/ somewhere...

Soulcatcher, like Iceheart, lifts his nose to the air in search for where it might be coming from.

"Just numbers," mutters Soren as he stands back up, contuing right along the edge of the dig, looking at it carefully for any sign of where the fetish may have ceen found.

Unfortunately, the flags don't give any good clues as to what they mark exactly. Most of them are simply stuck in the ground, seemingly haphazardly and labeled with simple arabic numerals.

Talks to Ghosts suspects the draft comes from the way we did.

Iceheart shakes her ruff. A crack, in the ceiling. Look up there. She raises her muzzle once more.

Quiet stands in silent consideration while the others mill about.

Soulcatcher's muzzle lifts further upward, nose working on the air. No, at least some of it comes down from up top.

Waldorf pages: Almost when you cross the threshold into the room you can heard a voice coming from behind your ears, almost floating behind your neck. ~Daughter of Gaia,~ it says. The voice is rumbly, like the sound of a mountain cracking after years of erosion.

Having determined the source of the draft for herself, Mark-of-Thorns lowers her muzzle again, sniffing seemingly at random.

Quiet turns her head to the right, still near the threshold. She seems to be listening intently, but then says, ~Yes?~

Waldorf pages: ~We are glad you have come. The situation is dire. We will fall in but a matter of days.~

Quiet blinks her eyes twice, then continues talking to the air. ~The Wendigo?~

Iceheart goes to look at the flags and the tools left behind.

Spirit-of-Words glances up and over to Soulcatcher, seeming not entirely surprised by the Wendigo's assessment of what the Wheel was. He then glances over the cavern from the middle of it, and begins to concentrate.

Waldorf pages: ~Our strongest defender has fallen. You heard his death scream. Now, there are only a few of us left to hold back the Consumer-of-Stone. A strong minion of the Wyrm is this thing. We have battled it for over 400 seasons.~

Talks to Ghosts sniffs at the blocked passage and then moves to look down the other exit.

The blocked passage seems like it's been that way for over a hundred years, or more.

Mark-Of-Thorns lifts her muzzle to regard Quiet for a long moment, assessing the situation, then with an amused flick of an ear, returns to her sniffing.

Spirit-of-Words starts over towards the southwest corner of the room, commenting that in the dream of the two-legs in charge of the dig, he saw the wheel found in this part of the cave.

Soren looks over at Spirit-of-Words and joins him, walking carefully across the cave.

Noise. Sudden loud noise from far down the tunnel. A human voice. "If I find you damn kids in that room again, I swear, I'm going to shoot someone."

Quiet's ruff bristles a little, her attention still on the air. ~Where are you? Will the Wheel turn the tide?~ Rapt in her conversation, she doesn't immediately react to the mundane noise.

Soren turns with a start toward the tunnel entrance. He gives a glance toward Quiet and then moves toward it quickly, shifting his satchel slightly and nodding the others away from the tunnel.

It's easier for Soren, with his better homid eyesight, to find the cradle of dirt that held the wheel fetish. The outlines of the wheel are still fresh in the compacted dirt. It's labeled with a flag: 34.

Soulcatcher brings his nose down, padding forward to try and get a better look at the walls themselves, when the noise brings him to an abrupt halt.

Iceheart looks for a place to hide.

Spirit-of-Words's head comes up suddenly at the sound of the noise, he glances over the group in the middle of his inspection of the southwest corner. Can one of yu distract or neutralize the human without killing him?

Waldorf pages: ~We sing to you from the Shadow, daughter of Gaia. We are few in number here, but we still manage to hold the Consumer-of-Stone back. His lock is getting old with age, and it decays. We can see his door shake and move even as his ancient evil stills once again in primal deep places.~

Iceheart could, yes. Do you want it quiet or loud?

"I swear to Jesus, lord, I am going to kill one of you this time," the voice echoes oddly through the once silent stone passage.

Spirit-of-Words says that we should be the only ones here, so it shouldn't matter, but quiet is better. If you are going to lead him away, don't do so alone. Take another with you.

Pack> Patrick says "No, the Travel-Pat isn't magnetized, but that's not a problem! With the handy-dandy 'Spirit of the Bird' feature, he stays exactly where you place him--even in mid-air!"

Mark-Of-Thorns is silent for a moment, uncertain. Her tail flicks in a motion that indicates she thinks it's a pity the humans are too stupid to known evil when they see it.

Iceheart pads forward, purposefully, then, and trots down the tunnel, teeth bared and snarling.

Soulcatcher leaves the human to Iceheart, and again pads forward to the walls, intrigued by what he finds there.

Soren nods to the others and then returns to the fetish's bed. "It was here," he says quietly, voice only a whisper.

Talks to Ghosts watches Iceheart head down the passage, then returns his attention to the exits. Can the enemy be sensed behind the blocked cave?

Quiet's voice is a little lower, but otherwise she seems to have taken little note of the crisis. ~Can it be strengthened?~

Spirit-of-Words takes a deep breath, and then perhaps foolishly, dares to scent the area Soren found, the probable cradle where they wheel once lay. First with normal lupine senses, and then checking for the Enemy, though the later he will do just quickly.

Mark-Of-Thorns takes a moment, then prepares to pad after Iceheart, to help if that becomes necessary.

Waldorf pages: ~Yes, but time is short, daughter. We have sensed something else: something so strange we could not have thought it possible. There is a ... leash around the Consumer-of-Stone. Something controls it beyond it's own malevalence.~

Quiet blinks, her tail raising as if in response to a threat.

Soulcatcher's study id distracted by Quiet, and the Wendigo turns to watch her, curiously, for a moment.

"Goddamn, now," the voice echoes down the passage. "Goddamn it. I'm serio... What? Aaaarrggh!" The voice screams and falls silent in a haze of bloodly gurgling. Then silence.

Talks to Ghosts looks back at the passage to the surface, a note of annoyance in his posture.

Mark-Of-Thorns's tail flicks as well. Now where's Whitestreak when he is needed?

Soren studies the cradle area closely, perhaps to see what else may be there.

Quiet finally speaks, now that it has gone silent again. ~Any glimpse of the holder?~

Iceheart growls and suddenly flares with a soft light, hoping the activation of the gift illuminates the area briefly. She stands her ground, sniffing and growling a warning. The man is dead.

Waldorf pages: The voice starts to respond, but it gurgles and dies suddenly.

Spirit-of-Words's head snaps up from trying to shake it clear from something, probably a sensory overload of taint. His eyes narrow as he looks up the passage beyond where Iceheart stands, the direction the scream came from. In a calm, but darkly subdued manner he notes that it seems our prisoner has decided to make an appearance. He glances over towards Quiet with a touch of concern before drawing the attention of the others. Everyone be ready. To fight, or withdraw. I've got a bad feeling we may be in over our heads.

Soren shakes his head, jaw muscles working. "There is nothing here but cold."

Soulcatcher turns his attention back to the wall, and alongside Soren, he blurs into homid form. "See this?" he asks of the other theurge.

Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns mutters over the link, "As subtle as a Sherman tank."

The mountain shakes, violently.

Iceheart sees nothing, hears nothing. As if shadows attacked...

Talks to Ghosts moves toiwards the center of the room. Where is it held?

Soren shakes his head toward Joseph. "See what?"

Joseph gets cut off, before he can explain what he was going to say, a hand going out to steady himself as the mountain shakes.

Mark-Of-Thorns's head goes up, her hackles raised worriedly.

Soren looks up and around at the shaking of the mountain. "Goddamn..." he says, frowning.

The sound of a thunderclap is heard, reverberating across the granite sides of the cavern. It is especially deafening inside of this dome, which reflects sound. The crack in the ceiling widens and particles of stone fall from the ceiling.

Spirit-of-Words considers the words of the other Fang before moving a bit away from the other Garou so his activation of the silver flame about him won't blind their night vision. Before he gets a chance to, the mountain shakes and he scrambles to keep his footing. He pads over to Quiet, chuffing quietly, rhya, I think we need to leave. Now.

Talks to Ghosts scampers out from the center and towards the passage to the surface.

Iceheart's tail stiffens. Prepare to leave. She takes a few steps back along the tunnel.

Mark-Of-Thorns is already doing so, leaping over and around wires and flags towards the exit. The thunderclap all but knocks her off her feet, and she takes several moments to regain her equilibrium before continuing towards the exit.

The smell of pine is replaced, abrupted with the stench of death. Sickly death, days old. For only seconds and then the cavern smells like... solemn unspeaking stone.

Joseph ducks, lifting a hand to deflectthe falling stone from hitting his head, with a muttered curse, he turns with the others to try and make his way back out through the passage.

Spirit-of-Words turns towards Soren. You and I will take re-guard. If things get hairy, Cougar's gift to us will let us put distance between us and a foe, or make up distance if this place starts to collapse on us.

Talks to Ghosts heads towards the surface.

Iceheart will take point, then. She scrapes her claws back and forth on the stone, and then they gleam very bright indeed.

Quiet flattens to the ground, her fur standing out from her body. She turns her head rapidly from side to side, then snaps back to reality. ~Out. Everyone out. The lock may have broken, but we could be crushed even if it is only a testing. Out!~

Soren gives a nod to the Silver Fang, moving back with Spirit-of-Words as he holds up an arm to block what falling stone may hit. "This place needs a good cleansing," he mutters before shifting into his lupine form.

Iceheart moves at word from the elder theurge, and trots into the tunnel, taking point.

Spirit-of-Words urges the Adren forward as the majority of the rest of the two packs have already begun their departure and then takes up reargaurd with the Get. His eyes flickering about alertly as he brings up the silver flame about his form to drive the shadows away from them.

Joseph blurs down to the wolf to quicken his pace, and move through the tunnels more deftly.

Only stone dust chases the Garou into the tunnel, that, and the howling of the wind. As the last two Garou exit, the sound of more stone crushing can be heard from inside the mountain. It's strange, but it almost sounds like low, deep laughter.

Spirit-of-Words turns back to the tunnel as he exstinguishs the flame about him, a good distance from the cave entrance. Darkly, he says he has heard that laugh before. In ... the dream. What did those fool two-legs loose on the world...

The Garou pass a set of glyphs written in Garou. They read: I am Consumer-of-Stone. This is my lair. Return at your peril.

Quiet doesn't answer, the glyph answering for now.

Talks to Ghosts thinks perhaps it is not loose yet, but they will free it if they are not stopped.

Iceheart thinks something very powerful and evil, yes. She trots foward, welcoming the moon's light. It may already be free. Unless the stone binds it. More digging may yet free it, or it may already be free to act at limited times.

Mark-Of-Thorns seems unaware of or ignoring the conversation as she trots, head down,

Soulcatcher adds, I saw mention of a great ahroun warrior named Strength of Bear. He, and a crescent master of rites were the ones, apparently, to cage this Consumer of Stones.

Midnight looks over at Soulcatcher. Then he needs to be caged again. Or destroyed.

Spirit-of-Words thinks we need to cage it again, whatever it. It ... we need to bind it again. Quiet-rhya, did ... that -- spirit? -- you talked to tell you how we might do so?

Pack> Mark-Of-Thorns sends IC over the link, the sending a bit hazy, perhaps with pain. We need to do something about that body.

Iceheart growls. Bound only if it too strong for all of us. Such things must be dug up and destroyed in fire.

Spirit-of-Words shakes his head quickly, stating not fire. Fire ... I think fire would make it stronger. Spirit-of-Words thinks perhaps that is why the Wendigo spirit was brought to bind it, and guard it. The galliard then shudders slightly as his eyes go distant for a moment.

Midnight looking over at the Silver Fang, his old packmate. HOw does that explain the cold, the frost?

Quiet looks at Spirit-of-Words, but her packmate's movement back toward the body triggers an instinctive following. She goes, indicating she will answer when we are free of this place.

Iceheart wags her tail. Indeed. It may listen. She forms up with her pack with an almost military precision.

Spirit-of-Words shakes his head and admits he does not know. He offers from what he saw in the dreams, and the feelings they evoked. He knows the crescents will know better than he how to deal with this. He then moves to follow the Gaian Adren.

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