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When Will You Rage!? - A 2nd Edition Modern Werewolf the Apocalypse Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Dennis Harry

Gift Descriptions and Systems

Combat Rules:
Marginal vs. Minimal vs. Complete Success for Combat. I have traditionally ruled as follows for combat: Zero Successes a miss. 1 Success contact is made but no damage is dealt to the foe. 2 Successes Marginal strike the strike deals half damage. 3 Successes the strike is Complete full damage is dealt. Any successes above 3 add an extra damage die to the damage pool. Negative Successes are Botches and hopefully will be avoided! I want to clarify this as this is the first combat.

The Five Forms of the Garou:

The Five Forms of the Garou

Many legends speak of werewolves assuming only two forms, human and wolf. In truth, the Garou wear five different forms, each suited to different tasks and situations.

Changing form requires a Stamina + Primal-Urge roll. The difficulty varies based on the character's starting form. However, the number of successes needed also varies based on which form the character is attempting to reach. She must cross over all intermediate forms before reaching the one she desires. Therefore, the player must roll one success to begin the change and then one for each form the character must "pass through" to get to the desired form.

Example: As the quiet cluster of men in the corner suddenly begin to foam at the mouth, Stone Beast decides that Homid form might be a bit weak for what lies ahead. Stone Beast wishes to assume Crinos form. His player must therefore roll Stamina + Primal-Urge at difficulty 6 (for starting in Homid) and score at least three successes (one to start the change, one for Glabro and one for Crinos). If the player scores only two successes, Stone Beast reaches only Glabro form, and he must wait until next turn to try again (unless his player wishes to spend a Rage point for him).

If a character is shifting to her Breed form, the change is automatic and instantaneous, no matter how many forms must be passed through. The same is true if the player spends a Rage point to enact the change. Any clothes the character is wearing when she shifts will probably be shredded unless they are dedicated (see the Rite of Talisman Dedication) in which case, they meld with the character's body and reappear when she takes Homid form again.

Homid: The Human
Statistic Adjustments: None
Shift Difficulty: 6
Form Description: The natural form for homid breed Garou and the form in which they feel most comfortable. Homid form is in all ways identical to a normal human being (save for lupus and metis werewolves, who are allergic to silver and possess regenerative powers in this form). Homid form werewolves still trigger the Curse in normal humans, however.

Example: In Homid form, the Silver Fang Theurge Longing Glance is just shy of six feet tall and is strongly built -- close to 185 pounds. His hair is dusky blond and cut short.

Glabro: The Near-Man
Statistic Adjustments: Strength +2, Stamina +2, Manipulation -2, Appearance -1
Shift Difficulty: 7
Form Description: The Glabro form is bipedal, and it doesn't possess obvious fangs or claws, but the resemblance to a human being ends there. A Garou shifting from Homid to Glabro gains from 100% to 200% in body weight (all muscle) and six inches in height. Body hair becomes much more profuse, the teeth and nails elongate (although not enough to inflict any special damage), the brow slopes, and the character looks huge and menacing.

Werewolves in Glabro can speak the Garou tongue and manage human language without too much trouble. Human speech, however, has a gutteral rasp to it. While Garou can use this form to interact with human society, they typically don't. The Glabro form is too crude and too easy to remember.

Example: Longing Glance stands nearly six and one half feet tall in Glabro form. He weighs in at approximately 350 pounds, and his normally sparse facial hair springs out around the jaw and neckline. His eyebrows grow together and he walks with a slight lope in this form.

Crinos: The Wolf-Man
Statistic Adjustments: Strength +4, Dexterity +1, Stamina +3, Manipulation 0, Appearance 0
Shift Difficulty: 6
Form Description: Affectionately known as the "nine-foot snarlin death-beast" form, a werewolf in Crinos wants to do only one thing -- kill. The natural form of all metis breed Garou, the Crinos is not a form for deliberation, even with other werewolves.

Shifting from Glabro to Crinos, the Garou grows in height by half and gains another 100% to 200% in weight. The head changes to a wolf's maw, and the fangs and claws are now fully grown. The arms become long and apelike, and the werewolf can move either on two legs or all fours. The Garou also grows a tail, which helps with balance.

A werewolf in the war form may speak the Garou tongue perfectly well, and he may converse with wolves crudely. Human speech is reduced to one or two words at a time (favorite phrases include "Wyrm!" and "Kill them!"). Expressing anything more complex requires the expenditure of a Willpower point.

Note that the Manipulation and Appearance penalties may not apply to other Garou, who speak the language and are used to the war form.

Example: Longing Glance shifts to Crinos form. He now stands over nine feet tall and weighs just under 800 pounds. His body is covered with fur, which takes on a silvery sheen in this form.

Hispo: The Near-Wolf
Statistic Adjustments: Strength +3, Dexterity +2, Stamina +3, Manipulation 0
Shift Difficulty: 7
Form Description: The Hispo resembles a normal wolf in the same way that the Glabro resembles a common human. A werewolf in Hispo form looks like a prehistoric dire wolf. The head and jaws are massive, even more so than the Crinos, and the bite of a Hispo inflicts an extra die of damage. The Hispo can stand on its hind legs, if necessary, but it is much more comfortable on all fours.

The Hispo form weighs nearly as much as the Crinos form, but its four-legged stance allows it to run faster. Perception difficulties decrease by one in this form. The senses are sharp, although not so keen as the Lupus. A werewolf in Hispo has no hands, so he cannot grasp objects, except in his mouth.

A Garou in Hispo form can speak with a Garou and wolves with little difficulty, but human speech requires a Willpower point and even that is limited to one or two syllables.

Example: In Hispo form, Longing Glance still weighs close to 800 pounds, but he stands 5 feet high at the shoulder.

Lupus: The Wolf
Statistic Adjustments: Strength +1, Dexterity +2, Stamina +2, Manipulation 0
Shift Difficulty: 6
Form Description: The natural state of lupus Garou, the pure wolf form is feral and driven by instinct. Used primarily for tracking and travel, the change from Hispo to Lupus causes the Garou to shed a great deal of muscle and body size. The jaws and claws shrink considerably -- a homid or metis in Lupus can cause aggravated wounds with only a bite, and lupus in their breed form cause lethal damage. The Lupus form runs at twice human speed (see Movement) and it is far more perceptive. All Perception difficulties for Garou in Lupus form drop by two.

The Lupus resembles a normal wolf for all intents and purposes. The exact appearance of a Garou's Lupus form will vary depending on her Tribe.

Example: Longing Glance completes the shift to Lupus form. He appears, to all scrutiny, to be a large, silver-white wolf.

Initiative:

Erik Talbot - Wits+Alertness DC 4 - [dice]4d10+2d10[/dice]
Gabriel Smith - Wits+Alertness DC 4 - [dice]3d10+3d10[/dice]
Guides the Pack - Wits+Alertness DC 4 - [dice]2d10+3d10[/dice]
Howls at Dawn - Wits+Alertness DC 4 - [dice]3d10+3d10[/dice]
Kindo - Wits+Alertness DC 4 - [dice]3d10+3d10[/dice]
Sylas Shadow - Wits+Alertness DC 4 - [dice]3d10+3d10[/dice]


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Rank 1 Homid Ragabash Glass Walker

Erik briefly looks at Howls-at-Dawn in a confused manner before shrugging and following along as fast as his feet will let him.
Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

Sylas will stay in crinos and run with his medic bag to the caern to see what has happened.

I will follow the rest to the caern trying my best to keep up.
Shadow's Status

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

As the pack exits the cave to head into the Caern. Your charge is cut short as you see the entirety of the inhabitants of the Caern with more still coming staring daggers at all of you. Most if not all of these Garou have fur of pure white snow.

The Native who brought you to the cave raises his voice above the howls and snarls. "You pups shall be evicted from this place...."

Before he can finish a member of the Caern muscles past him in Glabro form, "You are no longer welcome among us. Our spirits have cried out to us in the night. Our pups are dead, murdered by your people!" He practically chokes he is so enraged.

"By all the customs of the people, we are no longer obliged to complete your Rite.

The fact that you are pups protects you, however, for we may not kill you for your Elders' transgressions. Therefore you are cast out of this Caern. Do not return, for if you do, you will no longer be protected by the Litany".

Perception+Alertness DC 6 - 1 Success:
At least one of the Garou gathered near you seems to disagree with this decision based on her body language.
Rank 1 Homid Ragabash Glass Walker

Perception + Alertness Diff 6: 3d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (3, 7, 7) + (5, 4) = 26

Well at least they all don't seen to hate us for no reason... Erik thinks to himself at the sight of the disagreeable female.
Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

Sylas looks at them like they are mad and says, fox came and told us of banes and we were told to rest so we did. If this is your fool choice then know that fox has asked our help today here in the umbra so rite or no I will serve fox before I go anywhere and if you decide to kill me wrongly without trial or honor then may fox curse you where you stand for being so damn dumb

Male Homid XP : 1

Perc+Alert: 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (8, 5, 6) + (7, 2, 3) = 31

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Male Homid XP : 1

Why is he always in such a tight spot between these creatures? Just because he knows them. And trained with them. Suddenly he is part of all their racial politics. If this goes on. Well. Nice knowing ya... his eye catches a more... 'friendly' face, and instinctively he moves in such a way that he is closer to her than any of the others that seem to want to tear his throat out

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perception + alertness DC 6

3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (6, 1, 10) + (1, 7, 7) = 32

"Sylas is right, we must do as asked by fox.

Looking towards the one that seems to disagree.

" Is that not right? "

Shadow's Status

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

The sympathetic female turns back to the Glabro, "If this is true fox..."

Another of the Garou, this one also in Glabro form with grey fur approaches the leader and hands him something shiny.

The Glabro snarls, "Whether this totem or that totem spirit supports these pups I care not. The proof I need that the Elders of these pups slew the pack we sent as part of our pact is in the palm of my hand! We shall honor the Litany even where they do not and prepare for War!

Begone pups!" He points down the line of Garou that form a gauntlet that leads, presumably, away from the Caern.

Intelligence+Politics DC 7 - 1 Success:
This is likely a Wendigo Tribe Caern judging from the color of the fur of these Garou as well as the cold weather environment you are in.

Perception+Alertness DC 6 - 1 Success:
That shiny object was a NY city subway token!

Wits+Enigmas DC 5 - 1 Success:
This story does not add up. Why would your Elders send you here in exchange for another pack of pups only to slay that pack of pups?

Intelligence+Rituals DC 7 - 2 Successes:
Though rare on occasion Garou Nations will perform Rites of Passage for other Nations to bond those Caerns or Tribes together. If what the Glabro seem to be indicating is true, this would be considered a horrible betrayal and a war between this Caern and the others from which you all hailed may son begin!
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Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

wit+enigma: 4d10 ⇒ (8, 2, 3, 6) = 19

int+politics: 3d10 ⇒ (1, 6, 6) = 13

per+alert: 5d10 ⇒ (4, 2, 8, 10, 1) = 25

int+ritual: 4d10 ⇒ (7, 10, 2, 2) = 21

I will walk that gauntlet only after you walk the gauntlet of knowledge. That subway token only proves we are here. We were told to run through the woods and were slapped around to get here. Any one of us could of accidently dropped that. Secondly none of us smell of blood or have any on our claws or anything else. Lastly I told you we as a group were all in the umbra with fox. I have a gift I did not have yesterday that I was given to use from fox. I can use it and prove it. Finally, I am Sylas of the Silver Fang and not some vile murderer nor honorless cur. If your only proof is that token and you challenge me a third time for something I did not do then as is my right I will accept the challenge. My terms are that we will duel with riddles and if I win we will finish our rite of passage and not war with these other caerns and weaken mother Gaia for no reason other then foolishness and attacking the wrong foe

Male Homid XP : 1

Would Kindo know if its a good idea to mention that he is but a human?

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Rank 1 Homid Ragabash Glass Walker

Perception + Alertness: 3d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (7, 1, 7) + (3, 2) = 20 1 success
Wits (Sharp) + Enigmas: 4d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (2, 1, 4, 8) + (8, 6) = 29 2 successes

Under the assumption without dots in politics or rituals, those rolls can not be made.

What's with the subway token? Erik thinks to himself as Sylas begins to speak.

Erik mumbles under his breath, "I hope you know what the hell you are doing..."
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Lupus human name is Miguel Santos, Uktena Theurge Rank 1

Per+Alert: 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (3, 5, 4) + (5, 1, 7) = 25

wits+Eni: 3d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (5, 10, 5) + (2, 4) = 26

Int+Rit: 4d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (6, 1, 8, 2) + (10, 10, 10) = 47

"Why would our tribes do something like this? It is a terrible plan and one that breaks all tradition. Is it not more likely that something else wants us fighting each other instead of them?"
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Intelligence+Politics DC 7 - 1 Success:
2d10 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

Perception+Alertness DC 6 - 1 Success:
3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (7, 10, 9) + (8, 1, 5) = 40

Wits+Enigmas DC 5 - 1 Success:
3d10 + 1d10 ⇒ (9, 10, 7) + (5) = 31

Intelligence+Rituals DC 7 - 2 Successes:

2d10 + 2d10 ⇒ (7, 3) + (10, 2) = 22

Howls at Dawn is right. It makes no sense. To charge our elders with this because you found a subway token- anyone could of put that there. We should turn our efforts into finding who the true perpetrators are.

Male Lupus Red Talon Philodox 1

Intelligence + Politics 2d10 ⇒ (9, 10) = 19
Perception + Alertness 7d10 ⇒ (4, 9, 10, 5, 5, 7, 6) = 46
Wits + Enigmas 2d10 ⇒ (7, 1) = 8
Intelligence + Rituals 4d10 ⇒ (6, 7, 5, 8) = 26
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Male Lupus Red Talon Philodox 1
Storyteller Phoenix wrote:

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

The sympathetic female turns back to the Glabro, "If this is true fox..."

Another of the Garou, this one also in Glabro form with grey fur approaches the leader and hands him something shiny.

The Glabro snarls, "Whether this totem or that totem spirit supports these pups I care not. The proof I need that the Elders of these pups slew the pack we sent as part of our pact is in the palm of my hand! We shall honor the Litany even where they do not and prepare for War!

Begone pups!" He points down the line of Garou that form a gauntlet that leads, presumably, away from the Caern.

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Hold. You are all wise Garou. You know this story makes no sense. Why would we be sent here to exchange life for life? And what is that...coin, is it? I would ask the highest ranking theurge to look at it. This does not strike me as Wendigo's way.

Shadow's Status

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

The Glabro steps face to face with Sylas taller than he is, "The coin was found on our dead pups bodies. That is proof enough for us..."

The coin itself is a symbol of the Sept on the Green and upon closer inspection, Sylas can see that it is indeed a minor Fetish from its soft glow.

He cracks his neck, "You are not true Garou as you have never completed your Rite of Passage Sylas of the Silver Fangs. You therefore have no standing to challenge me. Be thankful for it, your status is what keeps us from tearing you all limb from limb for this atrocity!"

He shifts into Crinos form and he is massive, the number of battle scars that mar his body are perhaps countless. This is without question the Alpha of the Caern. He growls a challenge to you daring you to continue.

ST Phoenix ONLY:
Strength + Intimidation 13d10 ⇒ (6, 2, 1, 4, 6, 3, 10, 8, 3, 6, 4, 1, 1) = 55

With 6 successes on an Intimidation check unless you spend a Temporary Willpower point Sylas you probably will not respond.

The female who appears to be on your side steps forward, "These Pups speak the truth. Something here is not right..."

The male next to the Ahroun, the other Glabro with the grey fur, retorts, "Pick your side Theurge! Unlike these Pups, you'll not stroll out into the Bawn without challenge!"

She lowers her head and steps back. It seems the Rage of the Tribe blocks their ability to reason.

Intelligence + Occult + (Garou Knowledge if you have it) EDIT DC 6 - 1 Success:
The Wendigo and the Uktena have long had a rivalry with the "newer" Tribes who emigrated here from Europe. The fact that teh Wendigo are enraged is probably borne out from the festering long time wound. Despite the fact that Holw at Dawn is a Uktena.

Kindo:
No, you do NOT want to say that right now, especially under closer inspection they may find you to be Mokole'!
Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

Sylas wishes to say more but feels the growl of this alpha right down to his toes and takes a step back but will keep his head up.
Male Homid XP : 1

This is turning into quite the spectical. And he has no way what so ever to defend himself. Why was he even here?! At the sight if the massive beast he too takes a few steps back. Trying to put distance, and bodies between himself and that... thing

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Lupus human name is Miguel Santos, Uktena Theurge Rank 1

Int+Occult: 4d10 + 4d10 ⇒ (9, 7, 3, 3) + (1, 9, 7, 8) = 47

"Is this not why we have failed for generations? We are too quick as a species to assume that others of our kind are to blame for every perceived slight. Meanwhile our enemies grow and spread their festering roots of corruption, laughing like the hyena spirit as we tear ourselves apart growing weaker and weaker. The blood of 100 generations of my ancestors has spilled on these shores, will it take 100 more before we tear each other apart at the first chance?"
Shadow's Status

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

The woman raises her voice once more, "Certainly the Pup Howls at Dawn need not go, he is Uktena..."

The Glabro spins on her and stares her down, she shrinks back at his gaze. He then turns back to Howls, "Your people have long reeked of the Wyrm with your foul magic. I would not be surprised if you are the one responsible for suggesting such an atrocity so that your people may steal our lands and our Caerns for your own!

We have made our decree Pups. You have five minutes, if you have not taken your leave the Litany does not require us to consider the words of traitors to Gaia once we have established and made clear our intent. Remain and we will show you what the Wendigo do to traitors..."
Male Homid XP : 1

"Uhm... maybe we should go? If we perhaps find our framers and prove ourselves... we can come back? " he suggests to his pack

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Male Lupus Red Talon Philodox 1
Storyteller Phoenix wrote:

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

The woman raises her voice once more, "Certainly the Pup Howls at Dawn need not go, he is Uktena..."

The Glabro spins on her and stares her down, she shrinks back at his gaze. He then turns back to Howls, "Your people have long reeked of the Wyrm with your foul magic. I would not be surprised if you are the one responsible for suggesting such an atrocity so that your people may steal our lands and our Caerns for your own!

We have made our decree Pups. You have five minutes, if you have not taken your leave the Litany does not require us to consider the words of traitors to Gaia once we have established and made clear our intent. Remain and we will show you what the Wendigo do to traitors..."

Guides lowers his head as an omega wolf should but says in a clear, low voice.

As you say, rhya. However, I would not ask, as I have no real standing and cannot ask, no, I must instead beg of you to allow perhaps another Theurge here to look at the coin before we go. I need to know if we have thrown in our lot with murderers before we return. Surely, the spirit within the coin saw or heard something that will allow us to bring the rage and fangs of the Wendigo to the throat of the truly guilty party.

He whines and rolls around on the ground in submission afterwards putting on a pathetic display.
Rank 1 Homid Ragabash Glass Walker

"You want us to leave? No f~+@ing problem. Not even sure why the hell I'm here in the first place." Erik says.
Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

while you accuse us the true murderers will go free and you will commit more killings of our kind weakening us all.Sylas will walk towards where they came in at and ask fox for guidance hoping he will show himself.
Shadow's Status

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

The Theurge takes a knee next to Guides whispering, "Go, I will send what aid I can".

Your "pack" begins to walk down the line of Garou some look almost sympathetic but most look positively ready to tear your throats out.

Before you are all the way through the line of Garou one right at the end spits on Gabriel, a foul line of sit that lands right on his face.

Gabriel make a Wits+Etiquette roll DC 6 to resist saying anything back or striking out at the offending party!

Noticeably tensing up I will look intently at what Guides will do next.
Male Lupus Red Talon Philodox 1

Guides gets up slowly and slinks away with the rest of the would be pack, eyes downcast and body language that of the outcast.
Male Homid XP : 1

Do wolves just have a testosterone problem? Who has the biggest ego? Always trying to get each other riled up.... he bit his tongue as they moved away. Hoping to Gaia a fight doesnt break out

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Lupus human name is Miguel Santos, Uktena Theurge Rank 1

"So where to from here?"
Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

back to the sept of New York Sylas says as he walks to the travelling place saying they must be warned along with all the others places you are all from.
Male Homid XP : 1

"Yes... we all need to warn our... packs" he nods as he follows them to where they came through to the Umbra. Very relieved nothing happened. It couldve been very... awkward

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Shadow's Status

A Caern...Somewhere - Gaia

A mile away from the Caern you all pause. The stillness of the soft snowy night is in great contrast to the tension you just left behind at the Caern.

No doubt it is this snowfall that made the Wendigo all appear so white of fur.

Standing here Gaia seems so peaceful though the night is dark soon it will be morning but what will that morning bring you here in the middle of nowhere with the Garou who were supposed to aid you now your enemies?

The wind picks up slightly and the stench of Gabriel assaults all of your senses. Crinkling his nose Sylas begins to head somewhere...

Guides and Kindo:
Neither of you are from the Sept of the Green. You have both heard of it though, assuming that you are in Wendigo territory that is in Canada and the Sept of the Green in the heart of Wyrm ridden New York City! You will need to get out of these woods and find some kind of transportation to get back there, assuming the two of you even wish to go there. If you wish to go due south you will need to skirt either east or west around the Caern for obvious reasons.

Make a Perception+Survival+Primal Urge roll to ascertain North, South, East, West. Then pick a direction in which the group wishes to head!
Male Homid XP : 1

Per+PU+Survival: 3d10 + 3d10 + 3d10 ⇒ (10, 9, 8) + (5, 9, 10) + (5, 9, 4) = 69

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Male Homid XP : 1

Kindo timidly raises his hand to try and make himself known between the shifters
"Maybe if head West? Skirt around the Caern? Avoid those... uhm... what do you call them? Wendigos or what not? And then make our way to one of the closer populated areas so we can perhaps get transportation? Cause I have a feeling we wont be getting any help from any packs at this point in time?"

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Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

Sylas nods and heads west knowing that mundane travel will be too slow to warn anyone he says, we will just do our best and he will run through the woods hoping to find a road and a ride to New York at which time he will shift to human form and get some clothing on
Shadow's Status

Canadian Woods - Gaia

Frozen leaves and pine cones crunch underneath your feet as you all begin to head west away from the Wendigo Sept. The snow falls gently through the thick woods and the sense of peace you had remains, at least for a little while.

An hour into the trek the woods seem remote and desolate, if too far north these woods could literally be hundreds of miles away from civilization. None of you speak, none of you have to one foot in front of the other is all that can be accomplished at the moment.

A few minutes later light snowfall becomes heavy, very heavy. The winds also begin to pick up. This could well be a bad storm as the trees overhead shake dropping snow and branches upon your heads.

You all pause to discuss what to do next when a light suddenly shines through the woods. It comes closer and a voice echoes with it loud enough to be heard over the rushing winds. "Ho strangers. What do you be doing all the way out here in these woods?!"
Male Homid XP : 1

Kindo looks around franticly. The cold has put him on edge. He doesnt like the cold. Not one bit. And now this. He wasnt having the best of days right now

"Trying to find a ride" he calls out. He wasnt lying. They were. And if it took them to a warmer part if the world. Even better

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Male Lupus Red Talon Philodox 1
Storyteller Phoenix wrote:

Canadian Woods - Gaia

Frozen leaves and pine cones crunch underneath your feet as you all begin to head west away from the Wendigo Sept. The snow falls gently through the thick woods and the sense of peace you had remains, at least for a little while.

An hour into the trek the woods seem remote and desolate, if too far north these woods could literally be hundreds of miles away from civilization. None of you speak, none of you have to one foot in front of the other is all that can be accomplished at the moment.

A few minutes later light snowfall becomes heavy, very heavy. The winds also begin to pick up. This could well be a bad storm as the trees overhead shake dropping snow and branches upon your heads.

You all pause to discuss what to do next when a light suddenly shines through the woods. It comes closer and a voice echoes with it loud enough to be heard over the rushing winds. "Ho strangers. What do you be doing all the way out here in these woods?!"

perception, survival, primal urge: 10d10 ⇒ (4, 3, 7, 3, 2, 9, 4, 1, 1, 3) = 37The peace and quiet of the woods and snow does not bother Guides in the slightest. It instead gives him time to think. Murder - a human word, a human concept - but he knows what it means to stand accused. He knows himself innocent, and is confident these assembled mooncalfs aren't capable of such a thing - they have been walking in the wrong direction for a few moments, after all, murder seems a bit beyond them to say the least. After taking a moment to redirect the would be pack, and agreeing that they should head to the scab-caern and west to avoid any wendigo packs, he trudges along, confident that they will make their way.

The appearance of the human rattles him, however. He makes himself scarce, and observes from a distance. dexterity, stealth: 7d10 ⇒ (3, 7, 7, 1, 8, 3, 6) = 35
Male Elf (ancient) Barbarian 3 (magus) perc +7 F 7 R 8 W 7 max HP 42/45 spd 35 AC 20

When Sylas detects the human he is crinos so he too will hide back a bit and shift back to human form and come trudging out a few moments later
damn did I have ta piss he says with a shrug and then
hey man glad to see you we are as lost as hell and need to get a ride outta here

Shadow's Status

Canadian Woods - Gaia

The man chuckles, "Yes you would appear to be lost if think there is a car or a road in this direction. It is getting too bad out right now for you to head towards the highway right now. Come with me, I'll provide you food and shelter till morning. Besides, you can't head to the highway yet, a promise is a promise after all..." He gestures for you to follow him further west.
Lupus human name is Miguel Santos, Uktena Theurge Rank 1

what kind of check is it to see if this man is something more than a mere mortal? Sense magic only works if he is actively using a gift or something.

"What brings you out here friend?" Miguel asks. "My name is Miguel Santos, from New York originally if you can believe it."
Rank 1 Homid Ragabash Glass Walker

This s~*# just keeps getting weirder and weirder... Erik thinks to himself as he follows along having no other available options.
Male Homid XP : 1

Limited options. The fact that movies often had this as a precursor to a slasher or cannibal horror story, they didnt have much choice. Reluctantly he followed

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Male Lupus Red Talon Philodox 1

Guides continues to follow from a distance, not trusting this human... But he thinks of the theurge. Could this be the help she was sending? And he thinks of *her*. Could this human be "cut from the same cloth", as the humans say? Shaking his head to clear out from such unwelcome thoughts, he stalks quietly.
Shadow's Status

Canadian Woods - Gaia

"Pleased ta meet ya Miguel. I am Bill, Big Bill some of my friends call me". As you get closer to him you see he is indeed a large man, he stands well over 6'8" tall and has a belly that would make Santa Claus feel slim.

"I live out here, been living out here my whole life. Most folk don't bother me unless I bother with them. Lately though things've been a bit ah... well. Let's discuss that over a warm fire why don't we?"

The group trudges through the wind and the fast falling snow, it is clear that Bill is keeping his pace slow so you can all keep up. On occasion he appears to look out into the woods where Guides is stalking though never directly at him.

One more round of RP before we hit Bill's humble abode!

Howls:
Sense the Unnatural I believe though I think that is a Second Level Gift so none of you would have access to it. Sense Wyrm if he is tainted.
Male Homid XP : 1

"Warm fire! Uh. Excuse me. How i feel about now i would curl up inside it just to get rid of all my shivers" he adds timidly

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Shadow's Status

Canadian Woods - Gaia

Bill laughs heartily and slaps Kindo on the back nearly knocking him down with the force of the blow, "Unless yer a good friend of Helios I don't recommend gettin' that close to the fire!"

Intelligence+Occult DC 7:
Helios is a Celstine spirit and associated with the embodiment of the Earth's sun. This is not a reference that could be made accidentally...

Kindo:
Helios is the spirit patron of the Mokole' is this man more than just a man?!
Male Homid XP : 1

He stumbles and looks up at Bill. A frown on his face before it vanishes. And he makes a half hearted attemt to try and laugh
"What ever you say sir.... i just want to get warmer" he tries his best to not look at Bill. Not wanting to start something

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