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Hnn. It seems we must be like the deer and make them work for their kill.
Guides feels the battle turning against him. To die fighting for gaia...yet never see Gaia again...ironic. He will fight the same foe, attacking twice via expenditure of rage points.
Guides will spend a point of Rage to attack twice, having spent too much time on this wyrm-drek.
GUIDES HAS TAKEN 2 AGGRAVATED DAMAGE AND IS AT -1 FOR ALL ROLLS letting out a pained, muffled howl of agony Guides bites deeper into his enemy.
DIE TRAITORS! THE WYRM TAKE YOU! Guides goes for the one who suggested keeping one of them alive.
No enemies to hide here as Sylas looks around and then says investigate further in the mine or rest elsewhere and come back to renewed defenses? I say we press on now. This is the place that the banes are coming from. The Silver Fang speaks truly. The litany is clear. The Wyrm breeds here and dwells here. We fight for Gaia. Cleanse this place. Fire will cleanse this wound."
Guides snarls and bites the Bane that seems intent on dying by his teeth
If I'm reading this right i take 1 damage.
Spending a point of rage to shift to Crinos and attack the nearest bane.
Hnn. Monkey nonsense. Guides sniffs at the wall and snow. What does he smell? Also what should I roll?
True if we press they may still not know we are here. If we try to come back another time they will be prepared. Guides eyes open wide in amazement at the glass walkers callousness towards his fellow human, but says nothing. Then we go now. The litany demands it.
"He's only sorry because he lost." Erik says, obviously irritated by the situation as much as the silver. "We either drag him with us or end him right here and now." Are you not homid-kind? Tell him the things he needs to hear before dying and end him! We must cleanse this place with the blood of all who aid the when within! Guides rolls his eyes as only a lupus can.
Sylas remembers something his mother taught him and says quietly in a whisper with urgency someone needs to pick up all this equipment with silver and bring it with, someone who doesnt use gnosis much, and then we need to leave and then hit them from another direction later tomorrow before they get more people so I can rest at our friend near by and his lodge and tell him what we found. Guides growls in the room tongue, A good idea. One of the homid should do this, these toys are meant for spider monkeys. But likewise, one of them should slay this wyrm riven thing, they know the proper human platitudes to help whatever passes for its spirit rest easier. Perhaps some of these toys should be given to the wendigo?
Guides snarls and growls in the wolven tongue, The human cannot be left to discuss what he has seen here. He must die. The litany demands it.His mouth is sour with the taste of human meat and something..else... THE WYRM! Guides vomits next to the human, wanting him to reconnect with the vile spirit he serves in some way. this one's pack mates are wyrm riven! He must die for that alone! It is not like her, he thinks to himself. This one surrounded himself with the wyrm. She is different. Very different.
After slaying the one outside, Guides seeks the one inside firing the silver bullets. Glass walker and red talon fighting side by side? The last days surely at upon us!
Guides scans the combat and feels that they only need ONE survivor. He attacks one of the injured foes, delivering final judgement.
Guy will spend one or his precious Rage points to shift to Hispo, and bite the closest attacker.
Painfully ill at ease in homie, Guy is caught by surprise!
"Guy" is uncomfortable in his human form, and doesn't bother reading the sign.
What human foolishness is this? We are already delayed because of the wendigo.
Guides continues walking north in lupus form, occasionally rudely(although not intentionally so) in the mokoles direction.
Guides stares at this...creature...in quiet awe. The mokole? Here? Is this would be pack? The apocalypse is certainly here.
Guides releases the hold he had upon his rival. A low growl let's everyone know this isn't over, not by a long shot.
Guides laughs and sinks his teeth into his opponent once more.
The parley over the instant they attacked the human, Guides howls in dismay and fury as he bites at the garou who attacked him.
The philodox mind warring with his wolven heart, guides steps forward. "Would you disobey your elders and attack travelers who left peaceably? You shame yourselves and Wendigo!"
Guides spits in disgust at the sight of a human riding a wolf as if it were a prey animal-nauseating! But no, that might be the scent on the wind instead...
And I am from the Red Talons, called Guides-The-Pack in the human tongue.
Guides shifts into his homid form - naked- to better speak with this strange being. A Son Of Bear? Always have my people spoken well of yours. I am in your debt. He awkwardly walks over to Bill, heedless of his nudity, hand extended to shake.
If possible, Guides jaw would drop in surprise - is this man garou, spirit or something else? But this confirms this suspicion that this man is related to the theurge in some way. He gladly (but not TOO gladly, as he had endured privation before and better than these homids!) gets within the bounds of the Holy place, although he remains in lupus form. Once inside, he sits by the fire, and inclines his head in thanks m
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.
The 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.
Guides gets up slowly and slinks away with the rest of the would be pack, eyes downcast and body language that of the outcast.
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.
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.
Intelligence + Politics
we can slay the banes in the umbra and leave the living skins they inhabit healthy in the world above if I understand the fox right Be careful. A body possessed by a bane may have a weak and corrupt soul to begin with.
thank you for your time, spirit. I hope we prove worthy. What would you have us do?
Guides stalks into the cave, casting a glance at his erstwhile packmates before sitting down and relaxing.
Guides simply lets out a small, deferential whine to note his presence.
Guides lets out a small disappointed whine to see so many homid and then stalks over to the huge scarred garou, who seems to be the one in charge. "Greetings, rhya. Are you leading the rite?"
Guides-the-pack looks around the clearing with what he hopes is disguised awe
"greetings. The people call me Guides-the-pack. Who are you? Are you here for the rite as well?"
** spoiler omitted ** Guides makes a grunting whimpering sound to denote agreement, he has not seen great things from the homid garou of the sept, primarily keeping to the company of his fellow lupus. I will return in glory then, as the homid will probably mewl like pups when alone in the forest for more than a day.
** spoiler omitted ** I am ready when you are, rhya. Where you go, I follow.
** spoiler omitted **
I-I thank you, Slashes-rhya. You honor me. My Rite of Passage can wait if you so wish it. Thoughts: He doesn't know. Does he smell her on me? No, that is human-mind nonsense speaking. He CAN'T know. He can't...
Updated the background, but it is NOTHING compared to what I had before...frustrating. Am I to get an extra gift or fetish?
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