Battle at St. Uriel’s and Aftermath

I don’t remember the details of this story, only that Esteban was a great GM, and the “Puppetmaster” bane and this scene were infamous for years. There was a Call of the Wyld from St. U’s calling for backup/help, and a second group of us ran to the city. Sepdet wound up saving a batch of Garou, then ran back to Renaissance’s apartment to have hysterics.  Includes rare glimpse of Dia.

Last connect was from 130.64.2.141 on Wed Sep 14 16:42:44 1994.
Umbra: Over St. Uriel’s
Like a great, dark taloned hand, blackened spires of stone thrust from the dry, cracked earth. Reaching for a featureless sky, they spiral from thick-stoned base to frighteningly elegant spires. They arrange themselves in a cross, these wickedly barbed spires, showing themselves to be the representation of some dark church; an aged, cracked angel spreads his splintered wings, mourning beneath the dusty cowl that hangs limply over his face. Masonry once carefully sculpted into sunbeams lies crumbling at the derelict angel’s feet.
As if in rebellious disregard for the decrepit state of this shrine, tiny wisps of light tread softly over its pitted steps, cloaked in the shadowy outlines of men and women. Darting between the dark, rotting oaken doors, these flickers of brilliance fill shadowed corners with an occasional glow.
A small, dark puddle on the groud reflects the morose scene.
Contents:
Ilya
Kevin Callahan
Jalal
Warchilde
Dylan
Banestriker
Red-Eyes
Obvious exits:
Southeast
Set.
Kevin Callahan stares around quickly, getting his bearings.
Warchilde growls quietly,
From afar, Echen whew. “Thank heavens. The cavalry’s here.”
You paged Echen with ‘Sorry! Had to wait for the 20 minutes it would take to get here. 10 minutes for me, though, with Speed of Thought.’.
Jalal looks around for the one who called himself grandfather.
Ilya looks at the hoarde gathered, ~Any idea where it is, Kevin?~
Banestriker run run run
Dylan just looks upset.
Kevin Callahan stares around, trying to find it.
Red-Eyes hustles.
Kevin Callahan says, ~Some of you – Echen and Oaken are in the cemetary….in the church. They might need help there.~
Warchilde looks at the Claw for instructions.
Jalal looks to Banestriker.
Banestriker is, OOC, waiting for permission from the GM to enter the scene.
Jalal runs runs runs.
You paged Dylan with ‘The claw is the head ahroun not the caern alpha.’.
Dylan runs runs looks sick runs runs wishes he were elsewhere runs runs
Warchilde runs runs runs howls with glee runs
Banestriker run run whip out a map of St. Claire run run..
Umbral Esty has arrived.
Red-Eyes dropped Umbral Esty.
Jalal seems to be in a much better mood than he has in a while run run.
<OOC> Red-Eyes says “Incoming. ;)”
Banestriker grins.
Jalal growls runs growls.
Kashiwagi pages: Party at St. U’s?
A hug, hug, HUGE set of glowing green tentacles have drpped out of the sky, and are tangled around faint images of statues, men, women, even the grass.
Ilya looks around for any nice puppet stringy things.
+sheet
Strength:    3 (2) Charisma:    3 (3) Perception:  4 (4) Willpower:   4 (4)
Dexterity:   6 (4) Manipulation:-2 (1) Intelligence:3 (3) Gnosis:      4 (4)
Stamina:     5 (2) Appearance:  2 (2) Wits:        3 (3) Rage:        2 (2)
Backgrounds:Mentor:3 Fetish:3 Rites:2 Resources:1 Contacts:1 Totem:1
Gifts:  Sense Wyrm  Spirit Speech  Speed of Thought  Mothers Touch  Balance
Rites:  Ritual of the Questing Stone  Rite of Talisman Dedication  Rite of Cleansing
Ilya finds said stringy things.
Ilya contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Ilya shifts into Crinos form.
Warchilde howls with rage at the tentacles and prepares to launch himself.
You paged Kashiwagi with ‘Banes.’.
Dylan says, ~Eeuah.~
Banestriker careens into the ‘yard’, snarling as he threads through green-draped masonry. He shifts upwards into one of the forms of War, launching his shoulder into a nearby shred of green, testing its resilience.
Kashiwagi pages: Good luck…oh, and try to fight like beings who work in packs…;-) (old joke, never mind).
Ilya circles in towards the tentacles, trying to see what’s at the top of them.
Jalal snarls softly, bringing his hands together in front of him for a moment, then moves silently toward the green thing.
Dylan holds back, watchful even now, though ready to attack.
Warchilde follow after the Claw, pauseing to claw at a crumbling piece of masonry.
Red-Eyes rushes the beast, slashing madly with his fang dagger.
Banestriker contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Banestriker shifts into Hispo form.
Kevin Callahan growls at the sight of the tentacles. He looks upwards, trying to see where they lead.
Dylan follows Kevin’s look upwards.
Red-Eyes slashes and tears at the tentacles of the beast, his fang dagger screaming in pleasure as it rends baneflesh.
Warchilde leaps at a tentacle, locking with his claws and biting hard.
Jalal slashes at the Bane, growling, then propels himself upwards onto it, clawing for purchase on its side.
Banestriker howls in furious delight as the tentacle’s end, caught between his massive shoulder and a sharp bit of stone, severs and falls away. Turning with a lunge, he leaps up higher along the tentacle, snapping with his massive jaws, the beast’s clear blood gushing down his chest.
Dylan gives way to impatience and hurls himself inexpertly at the bane, clawing his way upwards beside Jalal.
Sepdet blurs and slows. Slightly. She darts forward, and makes a sudden strange leap as she shifts and slashes with eerie calm.
+shift crinos
Sepdet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
You shift into Crinos form.
Warchilde holds on with his teeth, slashing chunks out of the monstrosity with repeated blows of his claws.
You paged EstebanOOC with ‘fetish knife. Knocks off 1-2 gnosis if it hits a wyrmthing, otherwise just a flint dagger.’.
A screech rings out through the Umbral night, and some of the tentacles begin to release their earth-bound relics. These tentacles begin to spin upward, as if they were reeled in. One flies up, bearing Jalal.
Warchilde falls back to the ground, retching from the taste of Its’ fluid in his mouth.
Jalal claws and hacks furiously at the tentacle, howling with rage.
Warchilde recovers quickly and all sense seems to leave his eyes. He leaps mightlily for a retreating tentacle.
Kevin Callahan roars, and leaps onto one of the tentacles, digging in with his claws.
Ilya runs forward and leaps for a tentacle.
Dylan tries desperately to maintain his grip, clawing with one hand while digging in with the other.
Banestriker locks his jaws onto his tentacle, scrabbling for purchase with his rear legs, until he is dragged quite off his feet by the thing. The tentacle snaps under his weight, the rest recoiling skyward, a foot or two crashing to the ground with Banestriker attatched.
Dia pages: what’s up at St. Uriels?
Red-Eyes jumps onto a tentacle and starts climbing up it, using his claws and dagger to create hand and foot holds.
Warchilde gets a tenuous grip on one, but claws with all his frenzied might. long strips of baneflesh fall to the ground.
You paged Dia with ‘there you are! Um… on phone with mike, saving Echen’s butt. :)’.
From afar, Dia sighs. “Welp, I guess I’m dead, IC. SIGH. I had really hoped to do something….saving Echen’s butt?
Warchilde follows soon after the baneflesh, striking the ground with some force
Jalal howls with rage, rending the Baneflesh around him as he is drawn inexorably upwards.
Dylan bitse deeply and locks his jaws, clawing wildly with both hands.
Ilya goes for a tentacle and begins attempting to climb it, careful to avoid biting so as not to make it so fragile.
Jalal begins to fade from view as he is towed upwards, as does Red-Eyes. Dylan’s form rises, but the green flesh comes away under his jaws, and he plummets downward.
Warchilde picks himself up like a rubber ball.
Dylan howls and leaps again for another tentacle.
Warchilde launches himself skyward again, but his judgement is clouded and he does not get a grip.
Jalal screams curses in a tongue long-forgotten, his voice gradually fading as he is drawn out of sight.
Warchilde slams into the ground again, pulverizing a statue.
Sepdet D’siaH begins a spinning series of feints and slashes, darting in and out with all the coyote wiles she knows.
Banestriker shakes his head to clear it, stands, rising on two feet to survey the scene better. After a moment’s glance, he heads in an ape-like lope to the wall of the church, seeking purchase for his claws in the mortar.
Banestriker contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Banestriker shifts into Crinos form.
Warchilde leaps again, despite the fact the tentacles are out of reach.
Warchilde screams with frustration as he falls again.
Echen pages: Ow. Owowowowow. You guys do good work, but I wish you’d taken out the statue a few seconds faster.
The lower parts of dismembered tentacles writhe on the ground, lashing out at Sepdet and Warchilde.
Dia pages to D’siaH, Echen, Red-Eyes, and Sepdet: So lemme guess…you guys are going to be caught in combat for a while, and noones going to meet, eh?
Warchilde howls long at the sky, then leaps full body on the longest segment.
Dylan heaves himself off the ground and hurls himself at one of the fragments.
The upper ends fade from sight, bearing two Garou.
Warchilde is smashed into another statue by the piece, but he methodically shreds it with angry growls escaping between jaws clenched on the bane.
Banestriker leaps several feet up the wall, sinks his claws in. Grains of greenish mortar shower to the ground beneath him as he begins his methodical yet swift ascent up the seam between spire and main wall.
Warchilde leaps to his feet over the ravaged section of bane, looking desparately for something to kill.
Tentacles bearing Ilya and Kevin also zip up out of sight, in the vicinity of Banestriker’s climb.
Warchilde notices the Claws action and follows after.
Banestriker slips halfway up, sending a rock tumbling to the ground, almost unnoticed in the melee below. Hanging by one long arm, he chins himself up and resumes his climb.
Warchilde is hit in the shoulder by debris from above and almost falls, but with a snarl, resumes climbing even faster.
Dylan abandons the fragment he had been clawing at, and launches himself after Banestriker and Warchilde.
Sepdet D’siaH keeps moving in and out, howling with a startled yelp as she’s attacked. Sometimes she blurs sluightly, momentarily (and somewhat clumsily) drooping to glabro to dodge.
Banestriker hauls himself with a grunting snarl over the edge, to the roof of the main building. He stares upward after the Bane, trying to choose the spire nearest it, to gauge the distance it must be away.
Dia pages to D’siaH, Red-Eyes, and Sepdet: Dia smells of the wyrm now. If you ‘smell’ closely, it will orginate from something she has=)
Warchilde reaches the edges behind the Claw and howls at the Bane with explosive fury.
You paged Dia with ‘oh shitshitshit.’.
Dylan continues to struggle up the wall behind the others.
Dia pages: see why I’m annoyed? I’ve gone and sold my soul to get something to help us, but it won’t matter, since Thorn’s taken over. Heh, maybe I’ll be lucky, Die IC and then, well, I won’t have to worry about this shit.
Banestriker howls his impatience with judging distances in the viscous Umbra, lurches toward a likely spire, and resumes his dizzying climb.
Warchilde leaps toward another spire, one next to the Claw’s choice.
Dylan heaves himself over the edge, nearly falling off the other side.
Dylan hesitates a second, and selects the spire which really does seem to be closest to the bane and starts climbing.
Long distance to Dia: Sepdet D’siaH knows. Waited 2 hr. not that the rest of the pack could have made it this late. Dammit, i’m on the phone and can’t explain. Thorn’s NOT taking over.’
Warchilde climbs madly, his chest heaving, every breath excaping as a ear-spliting cream.
Warchilde says, ~scream rather.~
The Umbral creature is far beyond the sight of any Garou on the ground. Those climbing Garou must be nuts to do thefruitless climbing.
Dylan stops for a moment to stare after the bane, realizes the fruitlessness of his endeavor, and begins the descent again, to deal with the fragments that remain on the ground.
Banestriker climbs with single-minded precision, claws digging for purchase, his limbs straining for more speed as, to his eyes, the Bane draws ever closer.
Long distance to Dia: Sepdet D’siaH groans. I’m almost glad Brutus and I aren’t there, IC we’d flip.
Dylan’s balance wavers and he nerly falls as he reaches the roof.
Warchilde nears the top of his spire, unaware of the insanity inherent in his headlong climb.
You paged Dia with ‘could you give us just a little more warning?’.
Quiet approaches the Umbral cathedral from the southeast.
Quiet has arrived.
Dylan reaches the ground, falling the last few feet, and takes a second to scan for the fragments to see if they are still fighting.
Banestriker shimmies up the last few yards of his spire, arms wrapped around its girth, eye trained only upward, away from the killing fall.
Quiet pages: Where are you?
Quiet slows her trot as she sees the battle occuring in the shadowy paths of the spirit realm. She walks in, stiff-legged and wary, sizing up the situation.
Banestriker plants his feet firmly on the spire, leans back in a precious moment of balance. Then, flinging his arms and self upward and out in a wild leap, he disappears from sight, only his battle cry of ~The Wheel!~ drifting back behind him.
Warchilde barely pauses at the top, coiling quickly and launching himself into the void, claws outsreched, howl of defiance on his lips.
Warchilde disappears from view near the apex of his jump, and does not return.
Dylan looks up, and curses.
Dylan says, ~It worked – I should have stayed -~
Dylan hurles himself at any bane thing still moving, intent on destruction.
Quiet sees the situation here under control and steps sideways.
Ilya has left.
Banestriker has left.
Kevin Callahan has left.
Red-Eyes has left.
Jalal has left.
Quiet’s eyes stop contemplatively on her reflection.
Warchilde has left.
Quiet has left.
Quiet seems to shimmer momentarily, and then vanishes.
Sepdet D’siaH looks up in dismay. ~There’s nothing we can do from this end to help them… Quiet’s right. Reach through…~
Dylan nods
Sepdet D’siaH peeks through to the street, trying to see how many bystanders are left…
A rain of gore begins to fall from the sky.
p Esty=Assuming the fragments aren’t here anymore…
Dylan shudders.
l Dyl
Fully 10 feet tall and covered with black fur, this monster fixes you with a level gaze. Despite the standard array of impressive muscles, he looks almost…scrawny. Determination and fixity of purpose seem to emenate from him in waves: whatever he sets out to do will be done, as long as he doesn’t trip over his own feet in the process.
Sepdet D’siaH heads for the side of the church, looking for the telltale flicker of human souls that might see, and if there are none, jumps across the gap.
Dylan follows quickly.
You paged Oaken with ‘Are there bystanders next to the church? If not, we’re +reaching through.’.
Oaken pages: We’ve kept the area clear. :)
With a helpless scream, Kevin begins to plummet to the ground, out of the Umbral mists.
:flinches and waves Dylan forward.
Sepdet D’siaH flinches and waves Dylan forward.
Dylan drags a fragment of bane under where kevin will land.
You paged Dylan with ‘+reach Outside the church’.Sepdet D’siaH blurs and rolls, looking up at the sky… she’d never reach Kevin, but there are sure to be others…
Kevin plummets for the spires of the Church, far too fast for any Garou to help him.
Dylan lunges desparately toward kevin anyhow.
A blurring figure gallops across the sky, a cyclone at its back, blood-red wings glinting in the silver light.
Dia pages: after the bane killing are you going to come by? we can grab quiet, and BRutus..
The winged figure puts on one last burst of speed to glide under Kevin
The winged figure puts on one last burst of speed to glide under Kevin. He plummets into her back, and they both begin to fall, her wings straining.
You paged Dia with ‘Yes. This is damned important… although you may be frustrated with Seppy, who’s not gonna be too cheerful about Dia selling her soul for a wyrm-thing.’.
Sepdet D’siaH waves at Dylan to go; she’s fast, she can /heal/ the fallen…
Dylan says, ~What – shall I do – leaving?~
The flying horse stabilizes, and begins to rise, wings beating ina fury, Kevin on her back.
~The windows of the church. Reach through, like the pool. There’s no one there now!
Sepdet D’siaH says, ~The windows of the church. Reach through, like the pool. There’s no one there now!~
Dylan says, ~WHY?~
Sepdet D’siaH says, ~Because the howl came from the graveyard… check and see if Oaken’s there!~
Dylan’s eyes stop contemplatively on his reflection.
Dylan has left.
Dylan seems to shimmer momentarily, and then vanishes.
+where
Locations of players on GarouMUSH:
Chris McDowell…… Osprey Circle Fountain
Adia……………. Bowman House, Third Floor
Maury…………… Saint Uriel’s Graveyard
Caber…………… Dark Wine and Roses Bookshop(#2090RJ)
Warstripe……….. Deep Umbra: Spirit Home(#3638RAJ)
Howard Packett…… OOC Lounge
Cinder………….. OOC Lounge
Velasquez……….. OOC Lounge
Josette…………. Unfindable
Kiana…………… Log Cabin(#3016RAJ)
Jeremy………….. Saint Uriel’s Graveyard
Nicole………….. Upstairs Apartment
Earth-Child……… Center of the Great Wheel
Lauren………….. Log Cabin(#3016RAJ)
Dia…………….. Unfindable
Alex……………. Unfindable
Cindi…………… Cindi’s Pad(#3664RJLV)
EstebanOOC………. Unfindable
Sepdet D’siaH……. Umbra: Over St. Uriel’s
Therru………….. Earth Mound
Henry…………… OOC Lounge
Maury…………… Saint Uriel’s Graveyard
Adele…………… OOC Lounge
Brandi………….. OOC Lounge
Alexis………….. Living Room
Porthos…………. Log Cabin(#3016RAJ)
Song Weaver……… Center of the Great Wheel
Warchilde……….. Somewhere in Limbo(#3828RJ)
Aspen…………… OOC Lounge
Banestriker……… Somewhere in Limbo(#3828RJ)
Yvette………….. Log Cabin(#3016RAJ)
Nosewhistler…….. Alley(#1718RJ)
Quiet…………… Saint Uriel’s Graveyard
Ilya……………. Somewhere in Limbo(#3828RJ)
Moon Otter………. Center of the Great Wheel
Red-Eyes………… Somewhere in Limbo(#3828RJ)
Itunkala………… Earth Mound
Jalal…………… Somewhere in Limbo(#3828RJ)
Kevin Callahan…… Somewhere in Limbo(#3828RJ)
Dylan…………… Outside the Church of St. Uriel
Lightfeather…….. Living Room
Grandfather……… Saint Uriel’s Graveyard
Oaken…………… Unfindable
Echen…………… Saint Uriel’s Graveyard
Feinan………….. Osprey Drive, 1400 Block

Sepdet D’siaH looks up, eyes straining, gripping her fetish like a talisman against her own fear and rage… for any more desperate ones falling from above. She stands her ground like a small statue, the healer who always has to hold back til the battle’s done.
EstebanOOC pages: They are coming down. fast. A whole, big mess of filth with little Garou distributed throughout.
From afar, Dia is being given the Bone Daggers.
Sepdet D’siaH flattens under the edge of an overhang, if there is one. There’s no way she can catch /that/.
+sheet
EstebanOOC pages: They are falling out of the sky, and striking the earth, fallen Angels. They’ll be posing for your viewing horror in a moment.
Long distance to EstebanOOC: Sepdet D’siaH is still stupid enough to try and put together Banestriker, who’s the only one that /might/ have a resist wounds gift. ;)
Quiet has arrived.
EstebanOOC pages: Can you set yourself jump-ok for an easy throughway? :)
Quiet appears in a swirl of wind and light.
You paged EstebanOOC with ‘OK.’.
@set me=jump_OK
Set.
EstebanOOC pages: Your number? :)
Sepdet D’siaH braces against the wall of the church. Get back, Quiet…
Sepdet D’siaH looks up in agony as things begin to fall.
l me
Sepdet D’siaH(#3589PJce)
A tiny 6’2 even in Crinos, you may still be startled by the quiet, desperate anger blazing behind the bleak dark eyes of one usually known for her sober demeanor and gentle warmth. Her long, thin muzzle, large, sensitive ears, short dark fur and sleek carriage point clearly to her Egyptian bloodline. Multiple old scars, puckered at the edges like scorched paper, slash across her ribs, stomach and right shoulder, along with a fresh set of four clawmarks raked across her eyes and muzzle. Her movements are a dance of fox’s grace, punctuated by sudden leaps, twisting slashes, coyote feints, and moments of utter stillness. Her moon-white curved claws mirror the crescent shape and coloring of the pale flint knife strapped in a tooled leather sheath to her right wrist.
Carrying:
Moon Knife(#2829)
You paged EstebanOOC with ‘#3589′.
EstebanOOC has arrived.
Warchilde has arrived.
Ilya has arrived.
Red-Eyes has arrived.
Jalal has arrived.
Kevin Callahan has arrived.
Banestriker has arrived.
Warchilde says, ~uh where are we?~
Quiet steps back through. She sees Sepde and walks quickly over to her.
Dia pages: you’ll find the loft door closed TIGHTLY, as well as the bathroom door when you get home.
Red-Eyes sheathes his Fang Dagger, which whines in disappointment.
lRed
Huh?  (Type “help” for help.)
l Red
Red-Eyes is in the crinos form, a eleven foot tall black furred monster that is incredibly horrifying to see. His incredibly muscular left leg is scaled, like a snake, bearing the colors of a copperhead. His eyes are blood red, without eye whites or pupils. His face glares with hatred and anger at almost everything he sees. His massive body seems to be ready for any fight, and perhaps wanting to injure anyone he sees. His face is a picture of cruelty. His right bicep is cut wickedly, a fresh scar of the Shadow Lord pictogram. His chest has the furrows of three wicked claw marks across it, possibly implanted by silver…His left half of his face has three more claw marks running down his face, starting at his forehead and ending at his jaw.
Carrying:
Mirrorshades <not worn>
Red-Eyes keeps descending to the ground, looking none too pleased at his plight.
From afar, Red-Eyes will try not to make a mess on you…
Umbral Esty has left.
Ilya looks at Kevin and the Pegasus with some surprise, but less than you might think.
You paged Red-Eyes with ‘You STUPID idiot. :)’.
Banestriker appears high in the sky above, a small black dot that grows closer with fearful speed. He bounces once off the roof of the church, rolls away with a scrabbling of claws, and plummets the rest of the way to the ground. He thunks heavily into a leaning statue, knocking it to the ground in a pile of blood and sprawled stone and furred limbs.
Red-Eyes pages: But I got to kill the thing!
Warchilde falls screaming from the sky and smashes through the roof of the Umbral St. Uriel’s. More sounds of destruction come from within.
Kevin Callahan and Ilya descend on a crimson-winged pegasus, quickly dismounting as it takes wing again.
Red-Eyes plummets toward the church. He hits the roof with a great crash and bounces off, hitting the wall and another smaller roof. Then he falls legs first into the ground with a thud and crunch.
Sepdet D’siaH flings herself towards the mangled Claw, a faint hope dying in her eyes as she kneels beside him, ignoring the hideous falling forms of freinds.
You paged Quiet with ‘Healing… Gaia..healing…’.
Banestriker pages: Not dead. Not moving, either.
You paged Banestriker with ‘Dead? Or any spark left? Gaia, what a time to be stuck on the phone.’.
Faint sounds of tentative movement come from within the Cathedral.
Banestriker pages: We thought you’d appreciate it. :)
Sepdet D’siaH shuts her eyes, voice coming out a strange low booming through the umbra, nothing like the voice of a young strider. It’s mother’s touch, but it comes out a grim dirge of stubborness now.
Jalal grows from a dot, larger and larger until he appears recognizably, arms outstretched and silent. He strikes roof of the cathedral, bursting through with a sickening series of crashes, then quiet.
You paged Quiet with ‘In another time and place, you might have been amused. Sepdet’s mark from Coyote is that she gets James Earl Jones’ voice in combat.’.
Long distance to EstebanOOC: Sepdet D’siaH got eaten by an emergency phonecall, or she’d be falling too. Damn…
Jalal has left.
Warchilde drags himself slowly into the yard with his arms. one foot and the other leg have multiple fratures, some compound. A three inch section of beam has speared him clear through the torso, in the gut.
Warchilde whines softly.
Jalal has arrived.
Banestriker twitches, not of his own volition, as bone and gut slowly knit together. Gaia is merciful, however, and his eyes remain closed.
Red-Eyes’s broken body, which had been jerking spasmically, stops moving as a pool of blood forms from his broken legs, arms, and other bones.
Sepdet D’siaH only holds it for a moment, enough to give him strength to live if he is going to live at all. There are so many.
Sepdet D’siaH swears coolly, very quietly. There’s a strange cold bleakness to her eyes as she moves mechanically to the next nearest victim, Brutus, and kneels to see if there’s room for hope here.
Warchilde speaks, his voice soft again, for the first time since the fight began, “please, . . th . the beam. . . ”
Kevin Callahan looks around, then heads towards Warchilde. ~Ilya – the others…~
p Quiet=did you fall too? Or are you able to help?
You paged Quiet with ‘did you fall too? Or are you able to help?’.
From afar, Red-Eyes has broken most of his bones, but he’s still breathing. Amazingly.
Ilya looks at the other garou, not knowing anything resembling healing skills, but he knows vaguely how to check a pulse.
EstebanOOC pages: You know, I’ve always been fascianted by the image of the healer who destroys his or her self by using up all her lifeforce to save others. Not that I’d suggest it, mind you… ;)
Warchilde closes his swollen eyes as a jolt of pain racks him. He opens them again and catches Ilya’s eyes.
Kevin Callahan runs over to the Get. ~Don’t move.~ He starts looking him over, as a strange expression goes over his face.
Warchilde says, ~p .. . please help . . . the beam ..~
Warchilde says, ~Get it out~
Ilya goes to check on Banestriker, seeing that Kevin is helping Warchilde.
Sepdet D’siaH again begins the song, a deep dark chant, the trance the only hold on sanity she has now. Again, just enough to halt the blood, to knit the worst broken bones.
Quiet goes toward the door in the Catherral as Sepdet goes to the Get’s side. She reaches down toward Warchild as she shifts….
Quiet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Quiet shifts into Crinos form.
Kevin Callahan nods. ~Hold still.~ He takes a careful hold on the beam, and slowly inches it out of the wound.
Warchilde speaks with faint strength to Kevin, ~Pull it out, damn you. . .~
You paged EstebanOOC with ‘ka-ching. That’s 4 gnosis down, 3 to go. Seppy will trap herself in the umbra, burning all her gnosis. ;)’.
Warchilde screams as the wood leaves his flesh. A gout of blood flows. . .
Jalal gurgles softly as the air escapes his lungs. His eyes are shut, and splinters of wood- large and small, protrude grotesquely from his smashed body.
You paged Banestriker with ‘I used 2 gnosis on each of you. 3 left… gaia…’.
Red-Eyes opens one of his eyes and tries to move his head.
You paged Red-Eyes with ’2 for you, two for Banestriker. Aaaah.’.
+finger Quiet
Information for Quiet (Alias ‘Andrea’):
Quiet is connected.
Email address:  kitammer@utkvx.utk.edu
Location:       Umbra: Over St. Uriel’s
Other Name(s):  Andrea Datson-Wyatt // Moon-Laughs-Quiet // Gypsy
Race:           Garou                 Sex:            female
Breed:          Homid                 Auspice:        Theurge
Tribe:          Children of Gaia      Rank:           1
Position:       Packmember of Crossing
Info:           Now an established member of the Caern, Andrea Datson-Wyatt spends a great deal of time in the human world of St. Claire. However, she can often be found in the Caern or Umbra, seeking communion with her fellow Garou and with Gaia. Since the rash of deaths among her friends, including one packmate, Moon-Laughs-Quiet has been much more given to long silences and sudden angers, often staring into the air.
Jalal oozes blood.
Red-Eyes pages: That should keep me from dying…Kinda…
Warchilde closes his hands quickly over the wound, and does nothing but breath in gshuddering heaves for a long minute.
Ilya looks at Banestriker, ~I think he’s still alive…~ Then he goes over to see if Jalal is anything resembling alive, that being the extent of his vast first aid knowledge.
From afar, Banestriker nods. Thanks for the update.
You paged Banestriker with ’2 body levels from zero isn’t fun. Sorry.’.
Red-Eyes moves his jaw, making only a gurgle at first.
Kevin Callahan mutters a curse, and tries to hold the wound closed enough for it to start healng.
Quiet holds Warchilde’s shouldres as Kevin pulls on the beam. (and her lag lets her go–sorta)
Banestriker pages: Sure it is. MEans I can go to bed. :)
You sense Red-Eyes’s voice is a gurgle as he speaks. ~Move me…help injured…~
Warchilde says, ~please, help me up against one of the statues.~
Red-Eyes turns his eye around to survey the injured.
Sepdet D’siaH growls low at Red-Eyes. For one who has never been known to frenzy, this is somehow a cold equivalent of rage. She moves to the fallen Stargazer.
Banestriker sleeps for quite some time. When he awakes, some kind soul helps him back to the Caern, as many ribs, knees, shoulders, other important bones are in small splintery pieces.
You paged Red-Eyes with ‘I think that wa a /no/.’.
Red-Eyes pages: I think someone doesn’t have a choice. ;)
You paged Red-Eyes with ‘Healers. Hmph.’.
From afar, Red-Eyes will do it anyway. ;)
Ilya steps back so Sepdet can work on Jalal.
Quiet rumbles out, ~Gaia, hear me! ~ Her hands grasp Warchilde firmly as she continues, ~Help this Garou. As he is yin and I am yang, the Warrior and the Mother, hear my call!~
Ilya contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Ilya shifts into Glabro form.
Ilya says, ~I’m going to check on the Graveyard.~
Red-Eyes uses his unbroken arm to inch his way toward Banestriker. He has a large wooden splinter stuck in his right eye, but doesn’t seem to notice.
Jalal’s body shudders as he drawns in a short breath, the fluid gurgling in his lungs.
Warchilde says, ~please, help me up.~
Jalal draws- a breath.
Warchilde says, ~I will be ok, help the others.~
Sepdet D’siaH’s voice could reach to Gaia’s very bones as she begins the strange, very un-Sepdet chant over Jalal’s crumpled form, rearranging his bones into some semblence of normality as she closes off the worst of the wounds.
Kevin Callahan shakes his head. ~They’re getting help. You stay put. Don’t move.~
Ilya’s eyes stop contemplatively on his reflection.
Banestriker pages to Callahan, D’siaH, EstebanOOC, Ilya, Jalal, Kevin, Quiet, Red-Eyes, Sepdet, and Warchilde: Good night, and thanks, it was fun, all.
Warchilde looks up at Kevin with some anger, “Damn you child, I told you to Help. Me. Up.”
Ilya has left.
Ilya seems to shimmer momentarily, and then vanishes.
Sepdet D’siaH’s voice, in fact, sounds suspiciously like James Earl Jones. On another night, this might have been funny, but she ain’t laughing.
Red-Eyes tries to move more, but cannot. He falls unconscious again.
Warchilde says “I need to sit.”
Banestriker has disconnected.
You paged Jalal with ‘That’s 2 body levels for you, my dear. Enjoy them. :)’.
Jalal’s right index finger twitches.
Kevin Callahan glares at Warchilde, but helps him sit up. ~Don’t move any more than that.~ He walks over to check on the others, muttering about idiotic Get.
Jalal pages: Thanks! I will. BTW, what does that mean?
Warchilde begins to mutter/chant under his breath.
p Jalal=You are ‘mauled’. Not quite crippled. Broken bones healed enough to move. Just. And not mortally bleeding.
You paged Jalal with ‘You are ‘mauled’. Not quite crippled. Broken bones healed enough to move. Just. And not mortally bleeding.’.
Jalal’s eyes flicker, then open. He stares up at the Umbral sky, then clenches his claws.
Jalal pages: Lovely! Better than I expected, thanks! ;)
Sepdet D’siaH stands up, shaking. ~Shift, all of you. Please…~ ‘her’ voice shakes. ~heal yourselves all you can… you’re NOT dying today.~
Suddenly, Warchilde throws back his head and an unearthly scream of pain tears itself from his lips. His body arcs, every sinew stretched to breaking.
Kevin Callahan whirls to stare at Warchilde.
You paged EstebanOOC with ‘Whoah, one point left. I’m doin’ GOOD. :)’.
Ilya has arrived.
Warchilde is rigid as steam rises from his body in wisps, his wounds and the scar on his chest glow ember red and a faint hissing can be heard.
Ilya appears in a swirl of wind and light.
Red-Eyes stirs slightly again.
Quiet leans her head back. A pendant, barely noticable in her thick yellow fur, glows. She does not even open her eyes at his scream but keeps her eyes tightly shut.
Ilya looks around the scene of the carnage, “The other side is quiet, No one is around.”
From afar, to Callahan, D’siaH, Kevin, Sepdet, and Warchilde, Quiet is eversosorry abou her lag.
After a long moment, it is over and Warchilde slumps to the ground like a puppet with his strings cut.
Red-Eyes reaches up with his unbroken arm and pulls a long splinter from his eye.
Warstripe pages: Reason for the @name change?
Sepdet D’siaH looks across at Quiet, eyes blazing with numb anger.
Quiet staggers and goes down to one knee, not letting go of Warchilde’s shoulders.
Red-Eyes takes a good long look at the splinter with his good eye, muttering curses in varied languages.
You paged Warstripe with ‘Crinos. D’SiaH. knife of the moon.’.
Warchilde stirs
Jalal closes his eyes, then almost screams as bends up to a sitting position. He remains silent though, his face twisted in pain.
From afar, Warstripe forgets you’re a Name of the Week clubber. :-)
From afar, Warstripe forgets simple English. Augh.
Sepdet D’siaH looks around. ~Oh gaia.. Cleansing.~ She shuts her eyes. ~I can’t..~
Amazingly, Warchilde is almost whole. He gingerly attempts to get to his feet.
Long distance to Dia: Sepdet D’siaH curses. Brutus, Banestriker, Jalal, Ilya, Kevin, and Warchilde were all dropped from about a mile high.
Kevin Callahan looks at Sepdet. ~You’ve done a lot already. If we can get the others back to the Wheel, we can get others to help.~
From afar, Dia sighs “If Brutus dies..I’ll kill hisplayer. The rest I could do without=)
Long distance to Dia: Sepdet D’siaH is burning her last gnosis… she’s just saved them /all/.
Warchilde speaks softly, his voice hoarse, ~I’ll be ok, what can I do?~
Sepdet D’siaH growls. ~To the Caern. Someone must know Cleansing. You all need it.~
Sepdet D’siaH says, ~And healing.~
From afar, Dia grins….Well, too bad we aren’t vamps with Prestation…Baney’s a biggie. Gee, and I’m just, well, relieving stress and tension with Nikki ic=-)
Red-Eyes says, ~Get more healers…~
Jalal begins chanting somehting softly to himself, his voice cracks periodically as blood drips from lips onto the cobbles.
Red-Eyes keeps trying to pull himself toward Banestriker, grumbling in a hoarse voice.
Warchilde finds his balance and stands, weaving slightly. Most of the blood is gone, but fresh, livid scars cover him.
Ilya says “WE should get you all back to the Caern, this isn’t a place to sit around.”
Ilya contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Ilya shifts into Crinos form.
Warchilde moves to the Claw’s broken form, then turns to Sepdet, “Can he be moved?”
Red-Eyes falls unconscious again, slumping just inches from the Claw.
Sepdet D’siaH nods numbly. ~I gave him enough… the worst broken bones are healed, around his heart and lungs.~
Warchilde is moving more surely now, but still has a limp.
l Red
Red-Eyes is in the crinos form, a eleven foot tall black furred monster that is incredibly horrifying to see. His incredibly muscular left leg is scaled, like a snake, bearing the colors of a copperhead. His eyes are blood red, without eye whites or pupils. His face glares with hatred and anger at almost everything he sees. His massive body seems to be ready for any fight, and perhaps wanting to injure anyone he sees. His face is a picture of cruelty. His right bicep is cut wickedly, a fresh scar of the Shadow Lord pictogram. His chest has the furrows of three wicked claw marks across it, possibly implanted by silver…His left half of his face has three more claw marks running down his face, starting at his forehead and ending at his jaw.
Brutus is in bad shape. His left arm is broken, as well as his lower leg and several of his ribs. His right eye is a bloodied wreck, and its hard to determine amidst that mass of bloodied flesh what is and what isn’t mangled.
Ilya says, ~Then he can be carried, Red-Eyes as well and Jalal.~
l Jalal
Jalal stands the full height of a Crinosform male in his prime, though slightly more compact in build, his muscles are hard and sinous, rippling over his frame beneath an exceptionally coarse dark coat of fur. The hair grows particularly thickly across his neck and shoulders and partially covers his nose and lips. The skull is unusually formed- an elongated jaw and heavily boned brow give his face an almost serpentine appearance. Small hairless patches curl up from his claws across his arms to his neck- where they mingle with the larger patches of keloid across his chest and ribs. He wears nothing over his body, in appearance the same as his ancestors who roamed across the steppe in the days before the Impergium.
Warchilde bends carfully and picks up the Claw with care.
Jalal nods slowly to no-one in particular. His chanting stops as he lifts his head to look over at Sepdet.
Sepdet D’siaH kneels beside Brutus. ~Shift to lupus, damn you. I’m too little to fucking carry anyone!~
Kevin Callahan looks at Sepdet. ~I can get him, if he’ll shift.~
Ilya walks over to Red-Eyes, you aren’t the only one with arms.
From afar, Red-Eyes is out of it at the moment.
Red-Eyes grumbles and stirs slightly.
Ilya says, ~If not, Kevin and I will get him.~
Warchilde says, ~shall I send for help?~
Jalal gazes over his comrades through swollen eyes, the right nearly shut.
Red-Eyes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Red-Eyes shifts, his joints popping and his face contorting in pain, bursting into Lupus form.
Red-Eyes howls in pain as he shifts, bones popping more than usual.
Sepdet D’siaH nods at Warchilde.
Kevin Callahan looks at Ilya. ~I think I can get him. See if the others need help?~
Ilya looks around, ~Fine, lets get the wounded back to the Caern.~
Jalal leans forward, placing his hands on the ground. He grunts heavily as he attempts to shift.
Red-Eyes stops howling and falls unconscious again.
Warchilde nods back to sepdet and starts away, carrying his burden.
Sepdet D’siaH starts to pick up Brutus, then realizes she’s still holding her knife. She sheathes it….. the blade is dull grey… and bends to scoop him gently. ~I’m sorry.~
Kevin Callahan bends down, and carefully picks up Red-Eyes, being careful not to shift him too suddenly. He’s stooped under the weight, but manages.
Red-Eyes has left.
Ilya says, ~Jalal, can you walk?~
Warchilde wanders southeastward through the Umbra, away from St. Uriel’s.
Warchilde has left.
Long distance to Kevin Callahan: Sepdet D’siaH hmphs. :)
Sepdet D’siaH gets Jalal, then. ;)
From afar, Kevin Callahan snickers. A 9 foot crinos can handle him easier than a 6 food one. ;)
Jalal sucks air spasmodically, but is unable to shift.
Jalal waves a hand at Sepdet. ~No.~
Jalal coughs.
Sepdet D’siaH grumbles. ~Lean on me, then.~
Kevin Callahan wanders southeastward through the Umbra, away from St. Uriel’s.
Kevin Callahan has left.
Ilya shrugs and follows the others who are burdened.
Ilya wanders southeastward through the Umbra, away from St. Uriel’s.
Ilya has left.
From afar, to Callahan, Cassius, D’siaH, Dia, Kevin, Sepdet, and Therru, Edwin waves. Howdy. *8)
EstebanOOC has left.
You paged Jalal with ‘Somehow, we’ll get you.’.
Jalal looks surprised, and laughs softly, with very little mirth, as he looks at you.
Jalal stands unsteadily as he watches you with his better eye.
Ilya pages: We have to carry the idiot? We could knock him on the head so passes out and reverts to breed form.
Sepdet D’siaH growls. ~Come back. It is not safe here, Stargazer.~

[[much movespam]]

Umbra: Edge of the Caern Clearing
This is the western edge of the clearing. The trees of the Caern here in the Umbra rise to greater heights than they do in the real world, reflecting the care and comfort they receive by being tended by the Garou and being near one of the places of Gaia’s power. The grasses and trees are a scintillating shade of deep green, as though it was midsummer all year long. The grass grows thick and tall all across the clearing, and rises to a bare hill at the center of the Caern. In the center, a charged glow seems to emanate from the hilltop itself. Spirits, especially Glade Children, are often seen in the distance, cavorting about the edge of the clearing.
Two faint pathways lead in opposite directions. One leads eastward through the tall grass to the center of the Caern, and the other westward into the Umbral forest.
Contents:
Jalal
Ilya
Kevin Callahan
Obvious exits:
Clearing Center  Woods
Ilya heads eastward, into the center of the clearing. A bit of St. Elmo’s Fire seems to dance about him.
Ilya has left.
Sepdet D’siaH seems to walk mechanically, no grace left to her stride.
Umbra: Center of the Caern
The thick grasses surrounding this place suddenly give way to solid granite in a perfect circle some twenty yards across. An eerie chill runs up your spine, instincts atingle as an undiscernable presence fills the air. Lunes dance wildly on the air, lighting the place brightly and casting odd shadows about the clearing. At the center of the stone circle a broad Medicine Circle has been drawn in brightly colored chalks and sand, one Great Ring embracing a second smaller circle. Inscribed within the greater ring are stylized representations of each of the Totems of the Garou, and at the cardinal directions stand the symbols of the elements. Within the center of the Medicine Circle a triangle has been laid in silver dust, seven feet on a side. At each point the symbols of each of the Triat have been drawn, The Wyld, Weaver, and Wyrm each adding its primal power to the binding.
The air here is charged with silent anticipation, as if a power long forgotten finally stirs. Even the least perceptive can feel the eerie presence of the place, sense the strength buried deep within the Earth. Power reverberates through the Earth’s shell like the song of distant thunder, rumbling so deeply it must be felt rather than heard.
Contents:
Ilya
Obvious exits:
SouthEast  West
Jalal comes into the center of the clearing from the west.
Jalal has arrived.
se
You wade through the thick grass toward the glimmering pool to the southeast.
Umbra: Beyond the Pool
The world about you is so sharp and alive as to make the place you left a dull, sooty dream. Surely, it was never as _real_ as this. The topography is the same, you still stand by the pool within the arc of the Wheel, but there the similarity ends. Every blade of grass is distinct from every other one, and each glows with vitality, for this is the Green World, the pure life within, the reality beyond reality.
Obvious exits:
NorthWest  South
Ilya comes down to the pool from the center of the clearing.
Ilya has arrived.
In the center of the clearing, Kevin Callahan comes into the center of the clearing from the west.
Kevin Callahan comes down to the pool from the center of the clearing.
Kevin Callahan has arrived.
Jalal comes down to the pool from the center of the clearing.
Jalal has arrived.
Kevin Callahan looks down into the shimmering pool, contemplating his reflection.
Sepdet D’siaH holds out her hand. ~I have a little strength left only. Does anyone need me to pull them through?~
Ilya looks down into the shimmering pool, contemplating his reflection.
Kevin Callahan has left.
Kevin Callahan gazes into the pool, and suddenly he vanishes.
Jalal coughs. ~Go ahead.~
Ilya has left.
Ilya gazes into the pool, and suddenly he vanishes.
Jalal looks down into the shimmering pool, contemplating his reflection.
+reach pool
Sepdet D’siaH looks down into the shimmering pool, contemplating her reflection.
The landscape shimmers, and you are through.
Around the Pool
The inscribed Wheel continues, running past a small pool of clear water just inside the outer line.  The ground on the Wheel is rough, with uneven patches of grass sprouting here and there in defiance of the countless generations of feet that have trod this path.  On to the north is the firepit, and back to the west is the windy spot.
Contents:
Ilya
Kevin Callahan
Quiet Pool
Obvious exits:
Forward  Back  Center of the Wheel
Sepdet D’siaH appears in a glimmer of light.
At the center, Warchilde breaths hard for a moment, unable to speak.
Ilya says, ~The battle is over and teh wounded are here.~
Kevin Callahan appears, staggering under the weight of a large, bloody and somewhat broken wolf. He moves towards the center.
Kevin Callahan heads into the center.
Kevin Callahan has left.
At the center, Hazmat continues to pacepacepace, whining in consternation.
At the center, Desert says, ~Sepdet, were you in this, too?~
Jalal has arrived.
Jalal appears in a glimmer of light.
At the center, Itunkala glances at the Pool. He shakes his head. “I will stay here.”
On the Earth Mound, Moon Otter aims toward the center and walks over carefully.
At the center, Edwin runs over to help Kev.
At the center, Edwin contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
At the center, Therru stands still, waiting for any instructions.
At the center, Edwin shifts into Glabro form.
Sepdet D’siaH drops to the edge of the pool tiredly, shaking her head to clear it. ~Who knows Cleansing?~
On the Earth Mound, Moon Otter heads into the center.
At the center, Desert contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
At the center, Desert shifts into Crinos form.
At the center, Edwin says, ~Lemmie help with that.~
Sepdet D’siaH’s voice is frightening. Male, deep, and rumbling into the stones.
Jalal coughs softly, then backs away from the pool’s edge, shaking slightly as he does.
At the center, Therru stares at Sepdet, appalled.
At the center, Kevin Callahan nods gratefully to Edwin for the help, and settles Red-Eyes gently to the ground.
At the center, Kevin Callahan dropped Red-Eyes.
Warchilde pages: OOC, neet! I take it you have some past life ability?
At the center, Desert says, ~Who else must be brought here?~
At the center, Alexis sits quietly with Banestriker, quietly praying to Gaia for healing.
At the center, Edwin says, ~Crap….. Whos’ still left?~
Sepdet D’siaH finally hears her own voice and tries to whisper. ~We have them all…~ she looks weakly at Ilya.
At the center, Itunkala says, ~I do. But I should wait untill others are here that are also in need of cleansing.~
At the center, Red-Eyes lies on his side, bleeding from his eye <or what’s left of it.>
Dia pages: lemme guess, you guys stopping by here?
Ilya looks around ~Jalal, Banestriker, Red-Eyes, Warchilde, we seem to have everyone.~
At the center, Desert heads southeast to the pool.
Desert has arrived.
Dia pages: ack! you didn’t!
At the center, Hazmat whines loudly, pacepacepacing.
At the center, Therru begins to circle, slowly.
Sepdet D’siaH whispers ~Heal them. I can do no more… I must…~
+shift lupus
Sepdet D’siaH contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
You shift into Lupus form.
Jalal makes a soft noise as he lowers himself to the ground, gazing in the direction of familiar voices through the eye not yet swollen shut.
+reach
Sepdet’s eyes stop on her reflection in the pool.
p Dia=Comin’ now.
The landscape shimmers, and you are through.
Umbra: Beyond the Pool
The world about you is so sharp and alive as to make the place you left a dull, sooty dream. Surely, it was never as _real_ as this. The topography is the same, you still stand by the pool within the arc of the Wheel, but there the similarity ends. Every blade of grass is distinct from every other one, and each glows with vitality, for this is the Green World, the pure life within, the reality beyond reality.
Obvious exits:
NorthWest  South
You paged Dia with ‘Comin’ now.’.

[[LOG from Therru's perspective ]]

Near the Pool, Ilya looks after Sepdet, ~Okay…~
Itunkala says, ~I can only cleanse. And this will take about an hour for the four of them…~
Near the Pool, Ilya says, ~Banestriker and Red-Eyes are most in need of healing, the damage was done by falling.~
Near the Pool, Jalal leans forward, closing his eyes.
You paged Red-Eyes with ‘Dylan’s player says you ascended to Heaven on the tentacle of a Bane.’.
Near the Pool, Ilya wipes at a patch of slime on his fur, ~I suspect I’ll need cleansing as well, we were inside of a bane.
Alexis manages to begin mending the crushed bones and closing the wounds of Banestriker, still deep in concentration and unaware of the rest of the Wheel.
Warchilde says, ~the umbral roof of the cathedral broke beneath me, slowing my fall. It did not break for the Claw.~
Itunkala shrugs and sits down, out of everybody’s way.
Hazmat whines again.
Therru noses gently at Jalal, then at Red-Eyes.
Near the Pool, Desert couches by Jalal, and considers Warchilde. ~How did this begin?~
Kevin Callahan nods. ~Get Ilya. I was outside it before I fell…only got some slime on me from when I was slashing at it. Don’t know if I need it.~
On the southern curve, Dylan comes in from the woodland to the south.
Near the Pool, Grandfather appears in a glimmer of light.
Therru tucks her tail between her legs and scoots under the Stone Table.
Red-Eyes pages: As a manner of speaking, yeah…
Hazmat pacepacepacepacepaces.
On the southern curve, Dylan heads into the center.
Dylan has arrived.
Edwin looks around, looking slightly upset that he can’t do anything to help. He steps back well out of the way and sighs. ~Damn…..~
Near the Pool, Ilya looks at Grandfather, ~Who are you?~
From afar, Red-Eyes cut the crap outta that nasty bane. :)
Near the Pool, Grandfather contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Warchilde says, ~A flying bane with tentacles descended on the catheral, in the umbra. We answered a howl of distress.~
Hazmat paces with flattened ears and lowered head and tail, whining small, sharp little whine.
Near the Pool, Grandfather shifts into Lupus form.
Dylan scans the center of the wheel, taking in everyone’s condition.
Edwin heads southwest, to the spot where the winds swirl.
Edwin has left.
Red-Eyes opens his eye. He looks around without moving his head. Where is Song Weaver?
Dylan walks over and sits down near Red-Eyes.
You paged Red-Eyes with ‘It rather looks like the opposite, you know.’.
Near the Pool, Grandfather’s ears prick up as Dylan approaches. You made it!
Warchilde says, ~we attacked the tentacles, and it began to withdraw, but it tooke some with it.~
Moon Otter chuffs, ~Song Weaver-rhya left into the woods about an hour ago.~
Red-Eyes pages: Actually, it was only the fall…
Red-Eyes senses “Therru says that Song Weaver left the caern a little time ago. Perhaps for the puppies.”
Near the Pool, Grandfather heads into the center.
Grandfather has arrived.
Red-Eyes whimpers slightly.
Dylan says seriously, “You see no Song-Weaver here.”
Near the Pool, Ilya heads into the center.
Ilya has arrived.
Red-Eyes closes his eye.
Warchilde says, ~the Claw and I climbed the catherdral in order to catch it before it was out of reach. We made it and together we all killed it.~
In the Windy Spot, Edwin sits down, a blank look in his eyes.
Hazmat pads over to He With the Red Eyes, whimpering.
Grandfather moves over near Dylan, exhausted, to listen to Warchilde speaking.
Ilya eyes Grandfather for amoment then turns to listen to the recounts of the battle.
Red-Eyes opens his eye. I found the controller of the bane within. Killed it.
Therru looks at Red-Eyes. Controller-of-bane?
Therru whines thinly.
Near the Pool, Desert sits by Jalal’s sleeping form, and watches Warchilde carefully.
Warchilde says, ~We were not hurt in the fight. But when It died it was some distance from the ground. It was the fall which injured us so.~
Dylan’s eyes glimmer. “That was well done indeed.”
Near the Pool, Desert says, ~How were these others involved?~
Warchilde says, ~we answered to call~
Ilya contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Ilya shifts into Homid form.
Kevin Callahan contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Kevin Callahan shifts into Homid form.
Hazmat continues pacing agitatedly.
Red-Eyes turns his eye to Therru. A bane that controlled the larger one…
Warchilde looks around, ~I think we all did, it is . . a little hazy.~
Red-Eyes stops talking and closes his eye again.
Near the Pool, Desert says, ~You and the Claw climbed the tower. The others also climbed?~
Warchilde says, ~no, the others had been taken up by the tentacles.~
Alexis opens her eyes, as Banestriker’s breathing eases. “He’ll be alright, in the morning. I need to rest.”
Kevin Callahan shakes his head. “The others and m-myself were on the t-tentacles.”
Red-Eyes opens his eye again, struggling to stay conscious amidst his lack of blood. Bane within a bane.
Therru creeps over to Red-Eyes on her belly. She starts to lick the blood off his face, working tentatively but knowingly.
Grandfather notices Jalal’s sleeping form, and pads towards him.
Near the Pool, Desert looks closely at Jalal’s face, and the swollen eye. He dips a clawed hand into the pool, and saying a quiet prayer, sprinkles the water over his tribesmate’s head.
Warchilde looks down, examining himself, he seems to see the new scars for the first time.
Therru works carefully.
Grandfather heads southeast to the pool.
Grandfather has left.
Alexis heads west, away from the center of the Wheel.
Alexis has left.
On the western curve, Alexis heads west, out past the rim of the Wheel.
Hazmat sits on her haunches, lifts her muzzle, and howls.
Near the Pool, Grandfather approaches the other cautiously. Is Jalal all right?
Near the Pool, Desert looks up at Grandfather’s approach.
Dylan looks up, suddenly, scanning the wheel. ~Where is Sepdet-rhya?~
Ilya says “She returned to the Umbra.”
Therru tilts her ear towards Hazmat’s howl.
Warchilde mutters to himself, ~that one’s gonna be a real beaut~ indicated a pair of large, puckered scars on either side of his torso, one front, one back.
Near the Pool, Desert says, ~I think he will be fine. You show concern for him; what is your name?~
You sense Red-Eyes keeps bleeding from his eye.
Dylan watches Desert and Grandfather seriously.
Hazmat continues to howl in consternation.
Near the Pool, Grandfather lowers his eyes.I am Grandfather Shadows-within-Water. Jalal is my jailor and I think my friend.
Therru looks upset. Why won’t Red-Eyes stop bleeding?
Ilya walks over to Kevin.
Warchilde frowns and turns to Hazmat, “Hush cub, we all need out rest”
Near the Pool, Desert says, ~I am named Desert-Also-Dances. You call him jailer?~
Grandfather pages: I just came in- do his wounds appear to have been tended?
Hazmat stops howling. She goes back to pacing and whining.
Warchilde seems only half aware of what is going on.
You paged Grandfather with ‘I don’t know. Sepdet did some work on him (Mother’s Touch) but I don’t think anyone else has.’.
Near the Pool, Grandfather nods. I just came to this place today. He bade me not leave him ’til he presented me to the elders.
Therru looks up. Can somebody stop the bleeding? She is carefully not hysterical, although her body language is informing everybody that she is not used to blood.
Near the Pool, Desert mirrors the nod. ~He still wears the half-form. His sleep is of exhaustion, not of death.~
~Someone wake me for the ritual~ Warchilde mumbles, then curls up against the table rock and goes to sleep.
Near the Pool, Grandfather looks up. Excuse me, I will return.
Therru is not used to blood on other people, that is.
Near the Pool, Grandfather heads into the center.
Grandfather has arrived.
Hazmat paces in small circles about the wheel, ears back.
Grandfather approaches Red-Eyes. Have any tried to heal him?
Therru whines. She doesn’t know.
Dylan looks worried and scared. “I don’t know. It doesn’t look like it, does it?”
Kevin Callahan nods, tired. “S-sepdet did some…The m-major things..”
Warchilde has disconnected.
Therru whines. But he won’t stop _bleeding_.
Dylan looks around. “Can no one else help to do more?”
Hazmat paces.
Grandfather nods. I hear she is a good healer. I will do what I can, but my gifts are minor.
Dylan moves aside a few inches to allow grandfather room.
Therru also moves aside.
Moon Otter turns slowly towards the Firepit and cautously moves out of the way.
Moon Otter heads northeast to the fire pit.
Moon Otter has left.
Dylan mutters again, “I wish I could heal. I’d be a little more use, that way.”
Hazmat paces.
Therru pushes Dylan briefly in agreement. She feels useless.
Grandfather hunkers down next to Red-Eyes, and licks gently at the wounds. then he quickly leans forward and sinks his teeth into red-Eyes coat, pulling bones back into proper positions. red-Eyes starts at the pain, but can feel the healing.
Dylan’s fingers seek Therru’s ruff absently.
Therru whines.
Near the Pool, Desert dips a finger into the water, and draws an intricate symbol on Jalal’s chest, returning to the pool twice for more ‘ink’.
Red-Eyes whimpers and clenches his teeth.
Dylan’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t move.
Hazmat flattens her ears even more and continues to pacepacepace.
Grandfather moves to Red-Eyes head, licking at the empty socket, then drools into the hole.
Therru shivers.
Moon Otter pages: I’m really glad I didn’t see that. :)
Grandfather looks up suddenly, and howls angrily at something, perhaps exhorting help from the gods.
Red-Eyes whimpers softly in pain.
Hazmat jumps at the sound of the howl and whines.
You paged Red-Eyes with ‘Oh, dear. You’re not going to look too well for your date tomorrow.’.
Red-Eyes pages: Uh oh.
Therru growls softly.
Grandfather returns to the eye, licking and breathing into the socket. as he pulls away, you can see there, is something there, the beginnings of rebirth, perhaps.
Therru absently rubs the scarred side of her face against her front leg.
Hazmat paces.
Grandfather ministers, for some minutes more, then sits back. He will live, I think. But he needs much rest.
Therru looks at Grandfather. Thank you.
Dylan nods wearily to Grandfather, and scoots forward to Red-Eyes’ side again, whispering something.
Hazmat stops pacing for a moment and sits down. Her posture and expression is still highly agitated.
Grandfatherlooks into her eyes. The spirits brought me to this place today. Thank them, not me.
Therru looks back with her one eye. I thank everything, I think.
Therru touches Red-Eyes gently with her muzzle.
Grandfather looks at Therru approvingly. Exactly. Then he leans down and licks Red-Eyes once more. You must rest.
Red-Eyes opens his eyes.
Red-Eyes squints. What the hell…
On the southern curve, Jace comes in from the woodland to the south.
Red-Eyes senses “Therru Is there a way through the umbra to your home or should I carry you to one of the caves?”
On the southern curve, Jace paces in humming to himself.
Grandfather peers down. Can you see from your wounded eye?
You sense Red-Eyes will stay here tonight…
Dylan would be grinning if he weren’t so tired.
Hazmat lowers her head and paws at her right ear, whining softly.
Red-Eyes looks around. Yes…But…It’s weird…Gimme a mirror.
Red-Eyes senses “Therru wants to know if you will be able to walk tomorrow.”
You sense Red-Eyes might be able to walk now…
Dylan looks bemused.
Ilya heads southeast to the pool.
Ilya has left.
Therru does not have a mirror.
Kevin Callahan nods to Ilya.
Red-Eyes looks terribly afraid.
On the southern curve, Jace heads into the center.
Jace has arrived.
Therru looks at Red-Eyes, startled.
Jace nods to everyone./
Dylan says gently, “I don’t – is there onein your doctors bag, or somewhere I could find one?”
On the southern curve, Rik comes in from the woodland to the south.
On the southern curve, Rik follows the Wheel to the Pool.
Hazmat resumes her pacing.
Near the Pool, Rik’s eyes stop on his reflection in the pool.
Jace looks at Brutus.. “Um…what happened?”
Dylan adds, ~Perhaps, if you tell me what you want to see, I can describe it to you.~
Therru suddenly tucks her tail between her legs and hides under the Table Stone.
Grandfather looks to Jace. Have you a mirror, sir?
Near the Pool, Rik gazes into the pool, and suddenly he vanishes.
On the northern curve, James emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
On the northern curve, Swipes emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
Near the Pool, Desert says, ~Perhaps if he lumbers over to the pool, he can use the water.~
Red-Eyes’s is seeing strangely…
Hazmat stops pacing again and sits down, ears still flat.
Dylan says, ~Do you want to try to get to the pool?~
On the northern curve, Swipes looks around, sniffing the air worriedly.
Red-Eyes rolls over to his feet with a wince.
Grandfather nods. Of course. Do you need help to the pool, Red-Eyes?
Jace shrugs. “Closest thing I got, is, well, you could use the back of my guitar…it’s close enough to a mirror.
Dylan stands. “Lean.”
Red-Eyes slowly stumbles his way to the pool like a newborn child on his first steps.
Dylan follows, looking a little exasperated.
Grandfather looks concerned as Red-Eyes moves, but follows.
Jace watches Red-Eyes carefully.
On the northern curve, James looks around the Caern curiously.
Near the Pool, Yvette appears in a glimmer of light.
Red-Eyes heads southeast to the pool.
Red-Eyes has left.
Dylan heads southeast to the pool.
Dylan has left.
Grandfather heads southeast to the pool.
Grandfather has left.
Jace heads southeast to the pool.
Jace has left.
Near the Pool, Red-Eyes leans over and looks into the pool.
Near the Pool, Ilya nods to Yvette, “Hello.”
On the northern curve, Swipes peers towards the injured. A good hunt, it seems. Is the foe dealt with?
Therru emerges from under the Table Stone, and follows at a distance.
pool
You make your way southeast, toward the pool.
Around the Pool
The inscribed Wheel continues, running past a small pool of clear water just inside the outer line.  The ground on the Wheel is rough, with uneven patches of grass sprouting here and there in defiance of the countless generations of feet that have trod this path.  On to the north is the firepit, and back to the west is the windy spot.
Contents:
Jace
Grandfather
Dylan
Red-Eyes(#1651PJce)
Yvette
Ilya
Desert
Quiet Pool
Obvious exits:
Forward  Back  Center of the Wheel
At the center, Kevin Callahan looks towards the new arrivals, and nods to James.
At the center, Hazmat merely sits and looks agitated.
What do you see, grandfather asks.
Yvette nods to Ilya, and growls, ~Hello.~
Red-Eyes _stares_ into the pool.
Red-Eyes whimpers softly.
Jace says quietly, “Brutus?…”
Dylan puts his hand on Red-Eyes’ shoulder.
On the northern curve, Swipes whuffs thoughtfully.
Red-Eye closes his eyes.
At the center, Kevin Callahan looks over towards the pool. “Wh-what’s the matter?”
Grandfather looks confused. What is wrong?
Ilya says “Rest Brutus, you were reduced to a thin paste a little while ago, give yourself a bit to mend.”
Therru watches.
Yvette looks at Brutus.
On the northern curve, James turns back and retreats east to the fire pit.
Dylan studies Brutus with intent concern.
Red-Eye looks away from the pool.
At the center, Hazmat gets up and begins to pace again, her steps light, head and tail low, ears flat.
Red-Eye wants to go home now.
Near the Fire Pit, James watches the pool curiously.
Jace nods. “Where do you live? I’ll take you…”
Red-Eye contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Dylan nods thoughtfully. Come on.
Red-Eye shifts, his joints popping and his face contorting in pain, bursting into Homid form.
Therru turns in small circles again.
Brutus says, ~No…I think I will go alone.~
Dylan says “I’ll help. Brutus – it’s -”
On the northern curve, Swipes heads into the center.
Grandfather looks to Dylan and Therru. You are his friends. Take him home, make him rest.
Dylan looks down.
Jace says “Brutus…”
At the center, Hazmat paces.
Dylan whispers, “Please?”
Therru looks at Dylan, then at Brutus.
Brutus says “I need to think.”
Dylan says “I understand. At least a little.”
Therru looks at her paws. If Brutus wants to go alone, she can’t stop him. She thinks it would be bad though.
Brutus turns his back on the pool.
Grandfather looks at Red-Eyes. You almost died tonight, I think. Do your friends the honor of letting them help you.
Dylan says “I won’t–I won’t disturb your thinking.”
Therru backs away from Brutus, slowly and respectfully.
Dylan tugs gently – very – on brutus’s arm. “C’mon.”
Brutus says “Thank you.”
Grandfather nods.
Brutus looks over at Jace. ~Tell Song Weaver she missed her chance.~
Jace’s eye grows wide. “No, Brutus…”
Brutus turns back to the center of the caern and slowly walks, albeit with a limp, out.
[[Sadly, I don't remember what Brutus meant there. He lived a while longer as "One-Eye" and eventually fell in battle, I think.]]

[...]

A ripple of Umbral wind swirls about you, and the thick Gauntlet parts at last.
Upstairs Apartment(#2925RAL)
This large room clearly bears evidence of having once been a storage room for the sweatshop downstairs. Walls of unfinished brick and steel girders forming the ceiling do little to contribute to the warmth of the room. A rather cheery light, however, floods into the apartment from Regan Street. Enormous pillows, futons and several large ragged rugs form a cozy nook opposite the door. A coffee table in front of them seems to have been made out of a hundred gallon terrarium with a polished wooden top. The floor of the terrarium seethes with roaches of dozens of species, ranging from common American types to a few Jamaican and Asian insects the size of a man’s hand. Katlyn has plastered virtually every square inch of the walls with posters and playbills. The names Ken Jarr and The Bargold figure frequently in these colorful posters. One corner of the large room has a rackety bar with several barstools behind which can be found the normal accouterments of a fairly well stocked kitchen. On every square inch of space not devoted to something more constructive is arrayed an amazing variety of incredibly healthy plants.
Between the two bedroom doors is a bathroom, where a very large mirror hangs on the wall.
Contents:
Picture(#3489s)
Obvious exits:
Small Door  Bolted Doorway
Sepdet appears suddenly, apparently out of thin air.
From the loft Dia pulls a blanket over both of you. She caresses your face, murmuring softly “You’re safe here, remember?”
Dia pages: -the bathroom door is closed.
Sepdet falls through the mirror in a puddle of blood and wyrm-filth. (A thump comes from the bathroom.)
From the loft Dia sits up.
From the loft Nicole’s eyes open halfway. “Whazzat?”
You paged Dia with ‘You really /wanted/ me to come. :)’.
From the loft Dia shakes her head. “I don’t know..lemme check.” She pulls on a shirt, grabbing one of the bone daggers.
From afar, Dia will be just wearing a t-shirt=)
From the loft Dia walks down the stairs, obviously watching carefully to avoid falling.
Dia walks down the stairs from the upper loft.
Dia has arrived.
+shift glabro
Dia pages: you are set jump_ok..how badly are you hurt?
Sepdet bangs her head on the sink trying to shift, and begins swearing profusely. Her voice is deep enough to rock the floorboards.
Sepdet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
You shift into Glabro form.
You paged Dia with ‘Not. Sepdet didn’t climb the Bane, it went up into the clouds and she knew she’d die.’.
From the loft Nicole walks down the stairs, obviously watching carefully to avoid falling.
Nicole walks down the stairs from the upper loft.
Nicole has arrived.
Dia asks “Star? ya ok?”
Long distance to Dia: Sepdet just had to watch everyone /else/ get eaten, then dropped.
From afar, Dia has a bone dagger in her hand=)
Nicole descends the stairs carefully, wrapped in a blanket. She stays at the foot of the staircase, watching silently.
Dia walks over, and looks faintly confused at the clumsiness of her sister.
Sepdet bangs the bathroom door open, wiping wyrm-grime and garou flesh outtof her eyes and looking totally insane for a brief moment. Then she slumps against the doorframe. ~Sis…sorry I’mlate…~
Dia blinks, and cries “Star! wha’ th’ fuck happened?!”
Sepdet is shaking. ~I donna think anyone died…I healed them.~
Sepdet whimpers. ~I gotta siddown.~
Sepdet sits.
Dia rushes over to Sepdet, and grabs her lightly around the shoudlers. She helps her sit down, asking Nicole “Nikki…get me some water from the kitchen?”
Sepdet says, ~I donno what it..~ her voice is still deep, male, and crazed. ~It went up into the sky. Tentacles. Bane. A thundercloud. So biig. An’ I could’n climb, it was suicide, but Brutus… an’ the others… //idiots//.~~
Nicole nods, and disappears into the kitchen. She returns, a few moments later, with a kettle of steaming tapwater and a towel.
Sepdet says, ~Droppin’ outta the sky like eagles with the wings cut. An’ fallin all around me… homid graveyard an’ broken glass…~
Dia blinks, and asks, voice extremely concerned, worried “Brutus? What about Brutus? What others?” She takes the items from Nicole, and begins to wash off the ick from Sepdet, serendipiously looking for any injuries.
Sepdet holds her head in her hands. ~He’s alive. I could only bring ‘m back so he wouldn’t die, then I had t’ do the Claw, an’ Jalal, an’ Warchilde, an’… Duat. They kept falling. Need more healing. I couldna put em all back together. We took em to the caern…~
Sepdet says, ~An’ I don’ even know if Oaken’s alive. He gave the call. But by the time th’ battle was done, he wasn’t there…~
Dia nods, and hugs Sepdet closely. “It’s ok, Star..’s ok…” She washes her face gently, like a mother to a child. She stiffens and asks, carefully “Oaken?”
Nicole says, softly, from her corner, “Why’s she talkin’ like that?”
Sepdet says, ~He’s alive Dia. Or was. Before tonight. They brought em home.~
Dia brushes Sepdet’s hair a bit. “Sweetheart, Oaken…” She swallows, “Oaken’s dead. He died wi’ Fisher-King..’n…th’ others.” Her jaw clenches.
Sepdet says, ~I couldn’t do anything but watch them being killed, and falling on me. So high. I couldn’t even see where they fell from.~~
Dia gathers Sepdet into a hug, rocking her quietly “It’s ok Star…ya can’t be good ‘t everything. If Baney was there…’n he was hurt..thank Gaia ya wasn’t there….” She hugs Sepdet very close. “Thank Gaia…” She rocks her some, still looking dazed.
Sepdet goes silent and curls up. ~Claw was dying. I healed him.~ She curls up, voice trailing off. ~Another second and they all would’ve been dead. This time, I won.~ She shuts her eyes and goes completely silent, trembling.  [[ Sepdet had recently failed to save a few others ]]
Dia picks her up, and places her on her own lap, rocking her. “Shhh, ‘s ok, Star…’s ok…Nikki’n I ‘re here…Shhhh.” She murmurs, kissing the females head quietly.
Nicole just chews on her lower lip and gathers the blanket tighter around her, watching.
Long distance to Dia and Nicole: Sepdet erks. I just realized. Sepdet’s having hysterics for me for the time my dad fell off the roof last year and nearly broke his neck hitting the driveway. I was so /calm/, then. Oops.
Nicole swallows slightly, then moves over to Sepdet and Dia. She goes around the other side of the Strider and hugs her tightly. “It’ll be okay,” she murmurs. “I promise.”
Sepdet unfolds slightly, sniffing. She looks down at herself, eyes widening.
From afar, Dia has cleaned most of you off.
Sepdet peers around. Nikki. Dia. Walls.
Dia frowns slightly, and asks “Star? Ya all there?”
Sepdet chews on her lip and nods, looking very small.
Dia strokes your hair lightly, and rocks you,humming softly. “‘s ok Star. Nikki’n I’ll take care o’ ya…”
Sepdet seems totally unscathed, apart from the bits of wyrm and pieces of her friends which Dia has kindly cleaned off now.
Sepdet er, physically, that is.
Nicole sighs quietly, seeming to relax a little. She continues to hold the Strider close to her chest. “You’re okay now,” she repeats. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”
Long distance to Desert: Sepdet shot 6 gnosis in 2 minutes. @whee. I’ve never healed 4 people dropped from an airplane before. :P
Desert pages: Airplane?
You paged Desert with ‘The bane was very big. It pulled the idiots who jumped on it up into the clouds.’.
Desert pages: Gah.
Long distance to Desert: Sepdet went away so she could have hysterics in private. :)
@doing Striders don’t have hysterics. Really.
Set.
Dia asks softly “Heya, want me ta make ya some o’ Mike’s hot chocolate?”
Sepdet shakes her head. No thanks. She doesn’t look like she could keep anything down right now. But she squeezes Dia’s hand.
Nicole squeezes Sepdet, for a moment. “C’mon,” she says softly. “You could prolly use it. And fresh clothes, anna bath.”
Sepdet laughs weakly. ~Only got one set o clothes…~
Dia nods softly. “Star, tell ya what. Ya c’n wear some o’ mines….Let Nikki help ya inna bath, ‘n I’ll get some hot stuff ta put in ya…”
Dia smiles faintly “Mike still leaves his t-shirts here…..”
Sepdet swallows and nods.
Nicole shrugs; she looks at Dia. “Get her outta those, maybe?” Completely immodestly, she slips the blanket off her shoulders and sets it on the floor next to Sepdet. “I’ll go get dressed.”
Dia kisses Sepdet’s forehead lightly, and says “Come on you, off wi’ th’ clothes.
Nicole crosses the apartment to the stairs, stooping, on the way, to pick up some discarded clothes. She mounts the steps quietly.
Nicole opens the door to the loft stairs and slips through.
Nicole has left.
From the loft Nicole climbs from the second floor.
Sepdet shrugs out of her jacket limply, then pulls the t-shirt… one of Tox’s castaways… off too.
Sepdet’s clothes are luckily salvageable, since she wasn’t wearing them during the battle. But it’s still messy.
Long distance to Dia and Nicole: Sepdet groans. Brutus just renamed himself Red-eye.
From afar, Nicole noticed. Ew.
Dia erks.
Nicole climbs back down the stairs, dressed (though a bit dishevelled). She helps Dia peel off the rest of Sepdet’s clothes, and then wraps the girl in the blanket and guides her to one of the futons. “Lie down,” she says, firmly. “And rest, ‘kay?”
Dia helps Sepdet get out of her clothes.
Sepdet doesn’t say anything else, through the bath, whatever. Her face is taut and drawn, but starting to gain some semblence of color. She responds, but with a touch, a duck of the eyes, a nod only.
Dia says quietly “Star…trust me on th’s one….talk ta us?”
Dia senses “Sepdet is actually pulling herself back together. She’s gone back to child-mode.”
Dia goes into the kitchen quietly, letting Nicole take care of the Star while she makes some soup and hot cocoa.
From afar, to Nicole and Sepdet, Dia is pouring a bit of alcohol into Sepdet’s Hot Cocoa.
From afar, Nicole chuckles evilly. “Last thing we need is a hysterical Strider.”
You paged Nicole with ‘You always seem to be around when Seppy loses it. And always when you and Dia /should/ be having some privacy. :(‘.
From afar, Nicole laughs. “We were done, believe it or not, when you flumped in the bathroom. Timing was impeccable.”
Nicole pages: The -really- neat part was when Pegasus showed up for the fight. Esty paged all the online Furies and tells us we feel Pegasus in the Umbra. Dia and Nikki were, um, in the middle fo things, at the time. It was sorta funny. :)
You paged Nicole with ‘Spirits are like kids; they ALWAYS know when you’re…busy. :)’.
Dia brings the food into Sepdet while she is still in the bathroom. She puts it quietly down on the sink, and then ventures into the loft. She returns with a big T-shirt, and a pair of running shorts. Dia scratches her head, and smiles faintly “I think th’ short’ll fit you…”
You paged Nicole with ‘WHY did Pegasus save a shadowlord and Kevin? :)’.
Sepdet shrugs small. Sokay. She shivers into the clothes, and tries a little food, then pushes it back. I’ll be okay. Tomorrow. Sorry I was late.
Sepdet sniffs and shuts her eyes. I’ll be okay when everything doesn’t smell of wyrm.
Nicole pages: I’m not sure. I’ll hafta ask Esteban about that. :)
Dia smiles faintly, and says “S’okay….”
Dia pages to Nicole and Sepdet: you can judge whether or not you saw Dia stiffen slightly.
Dia moves Sepdet back into the main room, sitting her down. “Noone came but Nikki.” She smiles faintly, and gives Nicole a Look. “But that wasn’t so bad. Brutus was with you, Mike wi’ Glissa, ‘n Porthos..” She shrugs.
Sepdet nods quietly.”Brutus couldna make it. He was.. Yeah. I tol’ you.” She begins to laugh softly, a little closer to her own timber, a quiet tenor. “He’s gonna look like shit for his date tomorrow night…”
Sepdet’s eyelids droop.
Dia hehs, and mutters “He didn’t tell me ’bout his date..hmmm…” She murmurs “But he’s ok..thanks ta you..” She kisses Star lightly on the forehead, and picks her up, gently taking her upstairs. She shh, and says “Sleep…”
Nicole manages a tiny smile, and brushes a hand against Sepdet’s cheek. “Shhh. Sleep, ‘kay? Patchin’ me up always wore Cali out big time… I canna imagine what you must feel like, right now.”
From afar, Nicole blinks. “You brought out her mother instincts, or something. Yeesh.”
Sepdet wraps her arms around Dia’s shoulders.
Dia brings her upstair, and places her on the bed.
Dia opens the door to the loft stairs and slips through.
Dia has left.
From the loft Dia climbs from the second floor.
u
You open the door and carefully climb the stairs.
Loft(#3580RA)
This level of the building is open for nearly the full length of the building. The roof is directly overhead, with all the exposed ducting and wiring. The floor is basic wood, worn and yellowed from age. At on end of the loft, a narrow flight of stairs leads down to the apartment on the second floor, with shelves arranged around it to provide screening between the stairs and the loft area itself.
Contents:
Dia
Obvious exits:
Stairs
You paged Nicole with ‘Awww.’.
Dia tucks you in, and murmurs “Sleep, little Star.” She kisses your forehead lightly, and hands you Storm. [[The stuffed animal, not the character ]]
Sepdet whispers “Thanks sis..we’ll talk…soon.” She blinks, looks at the wolf, a hazy memory flashing by, of a pack alpha curled up in hysterics around that stuffed animal what seems like eons ago…then her eyes close.
Dia hugs you close, and says “I’ll just be downstairs. Call me..”