Rage Across Ireland

Game Master Monsieur Orgon

Surprised by the hug Danny initially resists but then shrinks down to Glabro to return the expression, ”Nothing to thank me for, if I lost you I don’t know… anyway. I am glad you are safe. I’ll need to report this incursion into the Bawn. I hope it was a coincidence but I cannot be sure”. He awkwardly steps away, ”Let’s get back and get you some rest”.

Once Danny and Chloe return to the Sept, Danny will report to the Warder of the Bawn and report the incursion of the spirit. What it smelled like, what it looked like, and its tactics. ”I refrained from drawing Gnosis from the spirit as I did not want to taint myself. Any idea what it was and who else, if anyone we should consult regarding this?”

He will then seek out both Jason Rafferty and Deepcreek to aid in interpreting his vision from earlier in the day.

To ascertain from what spirit he can learn Sense Wyrm – Int+Occult 2d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (2, 4) + (9, 3) = 18.

Can I assume that I regain Gnosis and Willpower over the two days rest or is there some specific task I should seek out before I regain on those ends?

Should I interact I/C with Finn or do you want to just move us all together?

Danny knows that any Gaian spirit can teach the ability to sense the taint of the Wyrm. You can regain gnosis and willpower as well. I am going to try to get everyone together in my next post.

Chloe is safely returned to Deepcreek, the retired Master of Rites for the sept. He seems concerned about the incursion of a hostile manifest spirit, but thanks you for driving it off.

"Sounds like a faerie spirit to me, probably a violent one," he says, his wrinkled face forming a frown. "I'll bring this to the attention of the Chieftain."

The next morning, you manage to track down Jason Rafferty, the sept's highest ranking Child of Gaia.

"That's very strange," he says, regarding your vision, as he sits at his cottage near Dunlow, where he has invited you to take some morning tea. "If I had to hazard a guess, your description of a quiet world sounds a little like the influence of the weaver to me."

He pours you some tea and offers some breakfast scones, but otherwise doesn't have much to say about the vision, only that you should keep and eye out for Weaver spirits where they shouldn't be.

The two days pass quickly, and you are asked to patrol the bawn to keep out any more spirits to the best of your ability. Nothing untoward happens,
and soon the night of the Ardfheis a gathering of almost all the Garou in Ireland, is upon you.

With some difficulty, you manage to center yourself and contact the spirit inside the ring, slipping it onto your finger. You feel that the being inside is a fae- a shadowy one, but who knows many hidden secrets. Even after attuning yourself, the being inside is still somewhat obscured from you.

Somehow, this fae is still bound by someone, perhaps your uncle, and whomever it is may be able to communicate with you.

After a second, you feel a sharp prick, and looking at your finger, you see a small trickle of blood dripping from underneath the bad. You become immediately aware that, now that you've put it on, there's no taking it off without severing the finer- and even that may not do it.

For now, Finn understands the following powers of the ring: It contains a reserve pool of 1 Gnosis point which refreshes every night at midnight. You can draw on that instead of your own Gnosis. It also reduces the difficulty of rolls to resist frenzy by 1. Whoever mad the fetish can use it to establish two-way communications with you.

Though he has just begun his education as a Garou, Pádraic has heard from the elder Theurges of the sept that there are more than Garou shapechangers in this world.

As Pádraic looks down at the severely injured Brick Arm, he sees that man's wounds are not closing, and puts two and two together, realizing that the huge furry creature that tackled the more experienced Glass Walker must have been one of the other "changing breeds."

Unless Bill is healed by some miracle, he will not be able to walk out of building, and shifting back to human form may even kill him.

Konstantin wakes up, shaking and sweat-covered, and stifles a scream as usual - at least, he hopes he didn't scream. It's always so damn hard to tell when he finally wakes up - unless, of course, his throat is dry and raw. Then he knows for certain he was screaming. Sometimes he wakes up and has to wash the imaginary blood from his hands for several minutes frantically. It can be terrible.

Suddenly, memory hits him like a hammer. He has a trip to make, and it's importance slams in to his gut. He grimaces and stands up, immediately opening a window and lighting up a cigarette. He takes a long, deep drag on it. He holds it in for as long as he can and then slowly blows it out. He coughs a little but feels the nicotine began to seep in and take the edge off. His other hand plays with the lighter, flipping it open, flipping it closed, flipping it open and lighting it, flipping it closed.

He finishes the cigarette and showers before getting dressed and gathering his luggage. Then he heads out.

He doesn't dare sleep on the trip to Ireland. What if he were to fall asleep and start screaming - or worse, talking in his sleep? It could be a breach of the Veil. So he does games in his mind and turns over the problem he is about to confront. He looks forwards to seeing Jerome, at least.

When he arrives, he buys a pack of cigarettes and immediately lights one up to calm down. He is about to not only be immersed back in to Garou Society - and while he hasn't been hiding from it, he hasn't been exactly in the thick of it for a long time - and not only he is also going to be on a hunt for truth while being intensely scrutinized, but he's also going to be representing his Tribe, even more so than usual. He clenches his fists, closes his eyes, and counts backwards from twenty to still the shaking, both physically and internally.

Then he heads to the meeting.

The day of the Grand Concolation has arrived. The Garou of Munster have discreetly booked many of the rooms in the Holiday Inn hotel to house low-ranking Garou visiting from other Septs.

Finn McCaskill and Danny Greedy have been tasked with monitoring the hotel, but for very different reasons.

Danny is to act as muscle in case the hotel should come under assault, an unlikely, though unfortunate, event.

Finn is there to ensure that his uncle, or any of his fae minions, do not interfere with the guests in ways that an Ahroun cannot deal with.

Konstantin arrived the night before with his friend Jerome, but now that the sun has risen, so have most of the Garou at the hotel.

There is still quite a lot of time before the Ardfheis begins, with the opening rituals beginning around dusk, leaving the foreign Garou free to roam around the hotel or Killarney proper.

As Pádraic tries to explain to Mairead the nature of their foe, the hot-headed woman is already out the door.

With his half-sister gone, leaving him alone with the extremely injured Glass Walker, Pádraic immediately thinks of calling someone for help. He has a couple of options- the most immediate is to call Philander "Valor Song" McDonough, the Fianna elder for the sept. There's also the Forlorn, the only other Fianna Theurge in the sept. Finally, he knows there are two packs charged with keeping the sept safe, and whose number is given out to most sept members. The City Defenders, and all-Get pack, and the Gall Ghaeil Realty Special Operations Division -of which Brick Arm is a member-. Who picks up the phone changes depending on who is on call.

Mairead dashes out the door, easily following the trail of blood. The... thing, whatever it was, has made no attempt to conceal its escape. The trail ends abrubtly at the small dock just around the front side of the warehouse. It seems the creature has either jumped into the water, or gotten away on a boat.

As Danny stalks the halls trying to ascertain whether he should be out front or within, he sniffs at and recognizes the scent of Finn.

He growls, "McCaskill, how're things?"

Danny is in his human form and is still fairly tall, 6'1" or 1.85 Meters. He has long dark hair, his eyes are covered by shades and looks a bit unkempt. Most people give him a pass though on his appearance as it is clear by his walking stick, Danny is Blind you assume it is due to his unfortunate whelping as a Metis. There are also rumors you have no doubt heard that Danny is a seer of sorts, strange for an Ahroun to be sure!

Pádraic settled on Brick Arm's pack and reached for his phone. Then he reached again. Bloody thing has to be here somew- Ah! The thing had some blood on it, but wasn't all shot up at least. Maybe nicked a might.

"Right then...his people or mine," Pádraic said to himself, looking anxiously at Brick Arm. "Seeing as I've got just mine in the phone, like..." He called the Forlorn.

Best not go to voice mail.