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January 24, 2014 in Poulsbo, Washington. 10:27 P.M. PST
Mother Luna is half hiding her face above the small Scandanavian town has been unseasonable dry this season though the greenery of the area remains. The air is calm tonight, all your enhanced senses are detecting is the crackling of the campfire and the scent of cedar log burning. You find yourselves on the property of a small Craftsman house just to the southeast of town about a mile from the WA-305 pass onto Bainbridge Island reminiscing over the events leading up to your first time. That is the time before you became Uratha (The People, i.e. Werewolves) when you were still Nuzusul (a werewolf before the first change).
Silent Wolf will go first.
The man before you leaves no question of his tribal origin, and holds himself with confidence: cool and composed, and yet ready to act in case of danger. Standing at 5'11", his earthy brown skin complementing the brown leather of his outfit. He wears a blue bandana across his forehead, and his hair comes down around it in straight black strands with feathers, beads and various charms of bone and wood braided into it. His eyes are of a deep hazel, and he has a piercing stare that goes right through you, as if he were learning your life story just by looking at you. He has a prominent jaw line and flat, chiseled nose that is very defining. He holds his mouth sternly and has a small goatee on his pointed chin.
His body is toned, yet not muscular and almost scrawny. He wears only a leather vest and a black wolfskin cloak with a hood on his back, but has a multitude of necklaces of all different materials. He wears tasseled black leather chaps tailored with many pockets on his legs and has leather sandals that strap up to the shins.
Silent Wolf was born in the far north of Washington, in a small native American tribe of only 500 people: the Chinooks. Born into a life of suffering and war, Silent Wolf's parents were killed when he was but five years old, a group of drunk racists attacked the camp with automatic machine guns and yelling "Die you ignorant redskins!". Silent Wolf was taken under the care of the tribe's shaman, who taught him the way of the shaman and how to channel his rage into usable energy. Vengeance appeared to Silent Wolf on the day of his rite of passage; his vision quest. It appeared in the form of a great white wolf, and led him towards Seattle. At 23 years of age, Silent Wolf quested out into the world in search of answers for his parents untimely demise.
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Growing up you had free range of the reservation, Abraham also gave you the use of his truck besides a roof over your head and food in your belly. There was one rule under his tutelage and that was not to go to the cavern beneath the giant oak tree. The rest of the farm was yours. You always respected that rule until one day you could swear you were doing work and you heard voices echoing on the wind.
The big guy standing near the window is 6'2" looks to be about 24 years old, dark hair and eyes his hair in a military trim, lean but plenty of muscle. He has more than few scars, a few from bullets and burns but mostly cuts and scrapes. Most aren't visible, except one that is about 4 inches long on the right side of his neck. He has the look of someone who has seen a lot more of life than his years reveal, and not the good kind. Dressed in black boots, blue jeans, thick khaki t-shirt and a warm brown leather jacket. Nothing fancy but clean and neat y'know.
An orphan who was raised by two ex-Marine foster parents, who did a fairly good job. He managed to stay out of trouble growing up most of the time, except when his temper got the better of him. He joined the Marines at eighteen, did six years of active duty in Afghanistan made it up to Sergeant. The Marines were his community, his platoon his family. He was good at keeping his guys alive and killing the ones that needed to be.
Sgt. Stone was discharged from the Marine Corps after a nasty firefight when he lost nearly half his guys and in a fit of rage he disobeyed orders and gunned down the surrendering insurgents. He managed to get away with an honourable discharge due to his excellent service record. He returned to the States and tried to figure out how to adapt to civilian life, learn to contribute to a constructive society when his only talents lay in destruction while dealing with his increasingly uncontrollable temper.
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Silent Wolf wants to discern the direction of the voices, and stop what he is doing, close his eyes and listen. After doing that, I look for a weapon and think back and try to remember if Abraham is still on the farm.
OOC: could you tell me some specifics about Black Work?
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DING, DING, DING
The car at the pump next to you seems to have left it open while they go inside.
DING, DING, DING.
God, that's getting annoying. Ever since that day in Afganistan when the crap really hit the fan your sense of hearing has been impeccable. That and all your other senses. Not to mention you came out of the incident without a scratch.
DING, DING, DING.
It's only getting worse. That now coupled with the sickly sweet smell of soda pop whafting from that car. Could anything be worse?
You think that Abraham and his granddaughter left for Sequim less than an hour ago.
What would be the check to see if these names hold any meaning to me; if I remember them?
Silent Wolf is going to wait outside for another 10 minutes, and if nothing happens, he is going to go back into the house and search through Abraham's books (specifically his secret books) looking for any words that match the words I heard.
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Zelda is a small woman, only 5' 3'', but her confidence makes her seem much larger. Leaning against a white classic Mustang with a blue stripe (if you know your cars, it's actually a 1967 Shelby Cobra GT500) she is wearing a black demin jacket with a short cropped top underneath showing off her large stomach tattoo (photo-realistic greyscale scene of a white wolf on a rock in the desert, howling at the new moon. This tattoo is very recent, so won't be present in her flashbacks, but she has others I'll try to remember to mention when they can be seen) black leather pants with lots of buckles and chains, and ankle-high black leather boots. She has short black hair, a ring piercing in her nose (right side) with a stud piercing next to it (in the crease of her cheek/lip,) and one-inch discs in her earlobes.
Zelda was born in Loveland, Colorado to a werewolf mother and wolf-blooded father from Denver. She was raised in the know about the basics of the supernatural (her mother's girlfriend is a mage) enough to keep her safe at least in the city caught in a sort of cold war between a mostly decimated Forsaken pack and her Ivory Claw great-aunt's Pure pack that the Forsaken "rescued" her mother from during her first change under the new moon.
In school, Zelda mostly hung out with the alternative crowd, especially popular because her knowledge and love of classic American muscle cars rivaled many of the boys. She also protected her mother's girlfriend's son from those who made fun of him for his femininity.
During the summers she stayed with her father and stepmother in Denver, where her father owned a tattoo parlor.
For her 16th birthday, Zelda's mother gave her the 1967 Shelby Cobra that had originally belonged to her great-grandfather (same as it was given to her when she turned 16) and she started taking auto repair classes at the local vocational school (part of her high school options) and sneaking out at night to go to street racing events.
When she graduated a semester early at 17, she moved to Los Angeles where she mostly couch surfed with the street racing crowd as she raced. After a particularly good winning streak, she did a race for "pinks" and lost her car. Her opponent made a deal with her than if she was his girlfriend for a year, he would give her back her car's title at the end of the year, and let her continue to drive/race it sometimes.
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The kid, whose face is broken out, no doubt due to his age and being around the greasy food so much, where a faded Nirvana shirt says. Gas and beer is $67.38.
A couple brushes past you, their skin feels wrong. It's too smooth and hard, kind of like glass. They look at you peering through their aviator glasses. There eyes are just glass orbs. No pupils, not glass eyes, just orbs of glass.
You think back to your time spent in Afganistan. After your first change and you were in the throes of the kuruth. You were only brought out of it by one soldier. A ranger whom you only saw briefly before. He explained things over time. How you have a spiritual duty to police the physical and spiritual and some times there are fugutives that need to be taken care of. He was one of your tribe and for a brief time your mentor. You recall that these are spirit ridden people. The souls of the people are no more and they seek to become stronger on this side of the veil.
They are heading to the SUV that you just freaked out on.
On realising that the couple are spirit ridden he is overcome by a sense of duty. He quickly pulls out the cash and hands the kid $70, "Keep the change." He tries to recall what he had learned about spirits. "I can't let them get away."
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Sunshine is a young girl, just the right age for highschool, with cheerleader looks...braided long blonde hair and just enough curves on her slight, but developing, body. She wears a caftan, hiding a lot, and comfortable jeans.
Her face is beautiful... but her expression is dark. Absently, she scratches at the scruff of the white dog beside her.
She thought she was losing her mind. She was having dreams...strange, freaky dreams...and her folks responded with new age silly crap. The problem was...sometimes the dreams came when she was awake.
She ran away, after a while. Nobody took her seriously, after all...just a teen girl thing. Yeah, right. The last time...the fifth time...she stayed gone...living in the woods...taking drugs to forget the dreams...sleeping with strange men for the money for drugs. The only friend, during the whole time, was her dog, Thoreau.
It's been a long, crazy three months.
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"Running out of gas in the desert, miles from a gas station? Wonderful."
Zelda gets a gas can out of the trunk, makes sure nobody is looking, and turns into a wolf. She then takes the gas can in her mouth and runs away from the road, but still able to see it, then follows the road until she finds a gas station. Sneaking up behind the gas station, she returns to human form and buys hopefully enough gas to get to the gas station, then sneaks behind the gas station, shifts and returns to her car the same way.
Mike immediately realises the ridden mean him harm. His years of training and recently sharpened senses kick in. He finds the closest object that will do and he runs for it, diving for cover. ”How do I deal with these things? What had the ranger said? he tries to remember.
Sean is still a child. Perhaps 16 years old now, though no-one knows the precise age, not even himself. Not yet fully grown he stands at about five foot two. Years of living on the streets of Seattle has made him strong and a creature of the night, long before he first turned. He retains a lot of his traits from before, messy, curious and sharp of mind. Thankfully his now heightened senses have made him clean himself more often.
Sitting on top of Sean's head is a mess of red hair that looked like it had never been cut properly in his life. His cloths are ragged and functional, with no thought put to style. His eyes are sharp, always looking out for danger from those larger than himself.
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The ridden close in on you each through a strike in your direction. One a punch to the head. The other a kick to the mid section.
Sean and Sunshine I will get to you later today.
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Things go black.
You awaken naked covered in blood. Your dog is sleeping at the paws of a big black wolf. Then it speaks. Como Estas?
Sunshine looks around dizzily, trying to get her bearings. She just knows she doesn't want to remember, but she has to figure out where she is. Wait...did Thoreau just...ask me how I am? In Spanish? Damn...I must be having another dream...Uh...s*%%...I...I dunno. Thoreau? Damn...big wolf. You made a friend?
Suddenly realizing she's naked...and bloody...Crap, crap, crap! What did I do? Damn...clothes...s@$~, where are my clothes?
Sunshine looks around frantically, now, for her clothes...checking to see if she's bleeding... If that jerk cut me, I'm gonna cut off his scrawny balls and shove 'em down his throat!
Mike's hands ball into fists as he get ready to unleash a pounding on the first one.
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... To be continued ...
Sunshine I will get back to you later today.
Mike don't forget they have a defense of 2. So you need to take off two dice from your attack rolls.
Hey...did anybody else catch...that fire...there was a report on the TV...
Sunshine walks over to the TV and checks other channels for more...
I have a really bad feeling.
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Zelda I am waiting for an edit.
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"Yes I heard that too, but I fear it is too late to do anything about it. The weather has been extremely dry so far, so it doesn't surprise me that the fire grew so large and out of control. But why should a vacant house just go up in flames like that?
Silent Wolf seems puzzled as he goes into a trance. "Magath... Hirafara... But why..."
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OOC Also, a note to every this is my first play by post game, so while I've read over other people's campaigns, I am without experience of my own and I can tend to be long-winded in posts so I might end up trying to do more... I will however try to remember that if I need to make a roll at any time, I'll stop there... or what is the best way to handle it? I'll go over some other campaigns again and try to see how much they do at a time, etc.
Sean showed his teeth but did not growl. He watched the man but did not approach. He keeps a nose for the scent of predators, but he does not run. Something made Sean curious about the man. Somehow Sean knew the man should be afraid but he was not. Instead the stranger had a welcoming air. He smelled... Different.
Sunshine starts to put the shirt on, but stops when she sees the blood again.
Crap...I must have a head wound or something... she runs her fingers through her hair, and starts checking her body again...Oh, s@%&...this isn't my blood...is it?
Sunshine breaks down into tears...curling up and hugging her knees...burying her face...What the hell is going on?
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"I don't want your sandwich! Who are you?" Sean responded, not aproching.
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Seans words came out as a jumble of barks and growls. He began to realise that he wasn't in his normal body. His paws against the ground. The wet fur sticking to his skin. The smells of the world in his nostrils.
What's going on? I don't understand? I don't like it!
The kid backed up as he watched the man change, he was clearly not a threat. He looked weak and dirty. Weak, dirty and friendly.
Sean tried to change back to his old self. The way the man had just changed into a wolf. It wasn't easy. It was an absurd thing for his mind to try and grasp
Mike avoids the feeble assaults. He raising the gun and focuses squeezing the trigger. "OO-RAH"
There's something going on at that fire...the others packs...they went that way...didn't they?
Silent Wolf looks down at his forearms and sees thick black hair growing from them, rapidly.
"Oh no, IT's happening! I must stop this. There has to be a way, there has to be a way, THERE HAS TO BE A WAY!"
Silent Wolf let's out a beastial roar-howl and fully changes, all remnants of Silent Wolf's conscious self has faded into the background, leaving only pure instinct.
'Arooooooo!'
Silent Wolf is silent no longer. He travels down into the cave and looks around.
Silent Wolf is so enrapt in his bestial rage that he takes little care to inspect his surroundings.
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Sean go ahead and roll stamina and survival
Sunshine are you going to leave the fire and watch the news report?
Mike watches the first one drop and the goes for the next raising his gun. "Your turn." and the gun goes off.