04-06-2014, 11:20 PM
[hits it ~_^]
As the earth's shadow swallows the light of the moon a new wolf rises from the ranks. She is a sturdy grey wolf, with fur patched in places from the presence of scars, and a black patch tied over her head to hide her missing right eye. Sora Lundgren rises to four paws and trots forward, picking up speed as she weaves through the crowd until she's at its edge. In a burst she runs forward on two legs again, a tall woman with long dark hair, sturdy and strong, in a sleeveless shirt that exposes the runes tattooed around her upper arms.
She turns and faces the assembled septs, chin lowered and blue eye glittering with a challenge, with a dare.
Then that chin lifts and when she speaks her voice is pitched to carry all the way back to the back.
"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP, MANIACS!"
Pause. Grin. Has she got their attention? Yes. Of course she does. She begins to pace, back and forth, back and forth as she speaks/shouts, her spirit infecting every syllable, every word.
"I'm going to tell you some stories," she says, because of course she is.
The stories she tells are not completely unfamiliar to them. They start with things they know. Like:
"Still Waters-yuf!" she calls, shades her one good eye and peers into the crowd like she'll find the Theurge. Finds her, of course she finds her, singer of the song of defiance. Tosses up a hand in a wave and then lets it fall, because there is a story to tell. Starts off quiet, conversational, like she's talking just to her and not a host of Garou. "Clever Child of Gaia Theurge. I've heard of you and I've shared your story. How you used a rite to find one lost to you. How you found one lost when no one else could find him." And maybe Keisha feels a twinge of guilt for this still? Perhaps it's time for that to stop? Because:
"I told your story, as told to me by Echoes of the Lost-rhya, to the Garou of the Split Delta in Louisiana. They had their own lost to find, you know, cubs taken by a darkening thing, a long reaching shadow. Your story inspired them to try something different, to take the things they already knew and twist them to new purposes to get themselves a very different result." She doesn't tell them the result because the result is not the point. The point is hope.
"Falcons! Celduin! Baklava Republik!" She grins. This time she finds them in the crowd, one after the other after the other, each pack that went down into that Pit. A wave to Keisha, there you are!
"Brave and gallant warriors of Gaia! I've heard of you and I've shared your story. How you fought against unimaginable odds, a suicide mission really! How CHARLOTTE," does she not know the Silver Fang's deed name? "Black Sheep-yuf!" Of course she does. "CALLED BACK YOUR LOST to join you in your fight! Protecting Theurges so that they could do their work down below the building of Cold Crescent, beside a pit of unknown horrors, against foes that had killed many before you and would surely have killed many more after. Some of you nearly died in this act of protection and defiance. You laid your lives on the line for those around you, without hesitation or a second thought.
"I told your story, as told to me by Echoes of the Lost-rhya, to Garou in every sept I met. To remind them! Our fight is not an easy one. We will not always come out of battle unscathed, or with every soul that went in still breathing. It was the Sept of Two Ravens who were most inspired. They are a valley under siege, with their hopes and their spirits flagging to the brink of oblivion. The wolves of Two Ravens rose up when they heard your story. They SHOOK OFF THEIR DESPAIRS, and they FOUGHT ON." Again, she does not tell them the result of that fight. The result is not the point. The point is inspiration.
"And those Theurges you protected? Desert Oracle! Treads the Ashen Path-rhya! I've heard of you and I've shared your story. How you summoned a mother. fucking. INCARNA! To cleanse the blight of the Wyrm's minions from beneath the building of Cold Crescent. How you summoned back the lost souls of a pack of Black Spiral Dancers, souls sent away to make room for their terrible fucking totem!
"I told your story, as told to me by Echoes of the Lost-rhya, to the Garou of the Sept of the Lake Devil. Their land suffered from a blight of another nature, a sickness that was making their wolves weak, sick, it was killing them. Their ailing Theurges heard your tale, and they rose up! They banded together, and they summoned to their lands a great spirit to push out that sickness! To cleanse that blight! To heal and to protect!"
Pause. It's quiet now, so quiet, with nothing but Sora's voice echoing back to her from the very rocks. She looks at them, at these Garou of Denver. Brothers and sisters who fight and die together and who now band together to give their totem strength. To give each other strength.
"These are your stories, but they are MORE THAN YOURS! They are a stone thrown into a placid pool, casting out ripples! On this night, when the shadow of the very Earth that we live and die to protect covers the one who gives us our strength!" She throws her hand up, indicating the darkening moon. "We need these stories. We need these inspirations.
"So tell me, Garou of Denver! Tell me! What have you done to LIFT your brothers and sisters? Tell me your stories of INSPIRATION! Sing your songs to CAST OFF THE DARKNESS!"
Her command issued, Eye of Munnin ripples down into her grey lupus form, trots to the edge of the clearing where she sits.
And she waits, blue eye glittering in the darkness.
niko rawlins @ 11:13PM
[charisma (infectious spirit) + expression + PB, diff -2]
Roll: 10 d10 TN4 (2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 8 ) Re-rolls: 1 VALID
Denver @ 11:14PM
Samael has wandered unwittingly into the dangers of OOC Room, hoo hoo ha haaa >:]
Samael @ 11:14PM
Witnessed!
As the earth's shadow swallows the light of the moon a new wolf rises from the ranks. She is a sturdy grey wolf, with fur patched in places from the presence of scars, and a black patch tied over her head to hide her missing right eye. Sora Lundgren rises to four paws and trots forward, picking up speed as she weaves through the crowd until she's at its edge. In a burst she runs forward on two legs again, a tall woman with long dark hair, sturdy and strong, in a sleeveless shirt that exposes the runes tattooed around her upper arms.
She turns and faces the assembled septs, chin lowered and blue eye glittering with a challenge, with a dare.
Then that chin lifts and when she speaks her voice is pitched to carry all the way back to the back.
"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP, MANIACS!"
Pause. Grin. Has she got their attention? Yes. Of course she does. She begins to pace, back and forth, back and forth as she speaks/shouts, her spirit infecting every syllable, every word.
"I'm going to tell you some stories," she says, because of course she is.
The stories she tells are not completely unfamiliar to them. They start with things they know. Like:
"Still Waters-yuf!" she calls, shades her one good eye and peers into the crowd like she'll find the Theurge. Finds her, of course she finds her, singer of the song of defiance. Tosses up a hand in a wave and then lets it fall, because there is a story to tell. Starts off quiet, conversational, like she's talking just to her and not a host of Garou. "Clever Child of Gaia Theurge. I've heard of you and I've shared your story. How you used a rite to find one lost to you. How you found one lost when no one else could find him." And maybe Keisha feels a twinge of guilt for this still? Perhaps it's time for that to stop? Because:
"I told your story, as told to me by Echoes of the Lost-rhya, to the Garou of the Split Delta in Louisiana. They had their own lost to find, you know, cubs taken by a darkening thing, a long reaching shadow. Your story inspired them to try something different, to take the things they already knew and twist them to new purposes to get themselves a very different result." She doesn't tell them the result because the result is not the point. The point is hope.
"Falcons! Celduin! Baklava Republik!" She grins. This time she finds them in the crowd, one after the other after the other, each pack that went down into that Pit. A wave to Keisha, there you are!
"Brave and gallant warriors of Gaia! I've heard of you and I've shared your story. How you fought against unimaginable odds, a suicide mission really! How CHARLOTTE," does she not know the Silver Fang's deed name? "Black Sheep-yuf!" Of course she does. "CALLED BACK YOUR LOST to join you in your fight! Protecting Theurges so that they could do their work down below the building of Cold Crescent, beside a pit of unknown horrors, against foes that had killed many before you and would surely have killed many more after. Some of you nearly died in this act of protection and defiance. You laid your lives on the line for those around you, without hesitation or a second thought.
"I told your story, as told to me by Echoes of the Lost-rhya, to Garou in every sept I met. To remind them! Our fight is not an easy one. We will not always come out of battle unscathed, or with every soul that went in still breathing. It was the Sept of Two Ravens who were most inspired. They are a valley under siege, with their hopes and their spirits flagging to the brink of oblivion. The wolves of Two Ravens rose up when they heard your story. They SHOOK OFF THEIR DESPAIRS, and they FOUGHT ON." Again, she does not tell them the result of that fight. The result is not the point. The point is inspiration.
"And those Theurges you protected? Desert Oracle! Treads the Ashen Path-rhya! I've heard of you and I've shared your story. How you summoned a mother. fucking. INCARNA! To cleanse the blight of the Wyrm's minions from beneath the building of Cold Crescent. How you summoned back the lost souls of a pack of Black Spiral Dancers, souls sent away to make room for their terrible fucking totem!
"I told your story, as told to me by Echoes of the Lost-rhya, to the Garou of the Sept of the Lake Devil. Their land suffered from a blight of another nature, a sickness that was making their wolves weak, sick, it was killing them. Their ailing Theurges heard your tale, and they rose up! They banded together, and they summoned to their lands a great spirit to push out that sickness! To cleanse that blight! To heal and to protect!"
Pause. It's quiet now, so quiet, with nothing but Sora's voice echoing back to her from the very rocks. She looks at them, at these Garou of Denver. Brothers and sisters who fight and die together and who now band together to give their totem strength. To give each other strength.
"These are your stories, but they are MORE THAN YOURS! They are a stone thrown into a placid pool, casting out ripples! On this night, when the shadow of the very Earth that we live and die to protect covers the one who gives us our strength!" She throws her hand up, indicating the darkening moon. "We need these stories. We need these inspirations.
"So tell me, Garou of Denver! Tell me! What have you done to LIFT your brothers and sisters? Tell me your stories of INSPIRATION! Sing your songs to CAST OFF THE DARKNESS!"
Her command issued, Eye of Munnin ripples down into her grey lupus form, trots to the edge of the clearing where she sits.
And she waits, blue eye glittering in the darkness.
niko rawlins @ 11:13PM
[charisma (infectious spirit) + expression + PB, diff -2]
Roll: 10 d10 TN4 (2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 8 ) Re-rolls: 1 VALID
Denver @ 11:14PM
Samael has wandered unwittingly into the dangers of OOC Room, hoo hoo ha haaa >:]
Samael @ 11:14PM
Witnessed!