here piggy piggy.

[when darkness falls.] [Okay! Ground Rules and all that good stuff:

1. This is gonna be a pretty basic slice 'n dice combat scene, so don't expect impressive passages of prose from me.

2. As always when I ST I say there is a chance of PC death, that just comes with the turf, so I won't be mortally offended if you decide to drop out of the scene.

3. I'm still learning as I go about STing and dice and what have you, so forgive any blunders on my behalf and please be patient with me, thanks!

4. HAVE FUN. [nb. this is not really mandatory]

5. I shall start us off with a setting post!]

[when darkness falls.] Graceland Cemetery was one of Chicago's best-known and historic resting places for some of its citizens. Established in 1860, it was, at the time, set outside the city limits in North Side, but it was engulfed by the growing size of the city as it spread northward. Once, it had been set on the lakefront but concerns over overcrowding of the graves and the threat of water-borne diseases had forced the city officials to move the bodies therein to nearby Graceland, with the old cemetery grounds becoming what was now known as Lincoln Park.

These days, the cemetery was a popular tourist haunt, with the graves of several prestigious city names buried within it, so much so that maps were now handed out at the main gates for interested parties and a book A Walk Through Graceland Cemetery had been published by the Chicago Architecture Foundation.

The cemetery itself was not far from another of Chicago's less morbid attractions, Grant Park. Sitting on the corner of Clark and Irving Park Street, it was a monstrosity of size and proportion, yet somehow seemed less threatening, as did most burial sites of the dead, during the day-lit hours.

Now, however, it seemed as if the darkness swelled within it, it seemed as if, despite the warmer nights, mist wound its way around the statues of angels standing guard over the dead, and obstructed any clear vision of pathways cut between the rows of graves.

The front gates should have been locked at this hour.

Oddly, tonight, one side of the heavy steel bars had been badly warped and bent, peeled backward like a metallic orange rind as if someone [or something] had been trying to get inside the grounds.

From the looks of things, they had succeeded.

[picture in my gallery of the front gates!]

[Robb Murdoch] There's a man standing before those peeled-open gates. He stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, balanced and sturdy; his hands open at his sides. Head tilted, looking at the ruined gates with a feral curiosity.

His limbs are long. He's tall. A shock of reddish hair stirs in what wind there is -- dull, coarse, haphazard as though he never runs a brush through it, much less bothers to condition.

[Robb Murdoch] [sharp eyes specialty!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Warcry] No packmate called her, by totemic link or telephone call. She drove here. And she's driving past the cemetery when the hair on the back of her neck stands on end for no reason other than the fact that it is a cemetery. It isn't until the El Camino rolls past the gates that she notices, without realizing that she's noticed it, what has happened to them.

The dark green El Cam brakes with expert speed and gentleness at once a few yards past the gates. Lights flare and it moves into reverse. Behind Robbie there's a blonde girl with her window down, brow furrowed.

[perception + alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch] [in kahseeno we trust!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) Re-rolls: 2

[Warcry] [christ, kahseeno, fuck you]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6 (Failure at target 7)

[Tongue Twister] There's no real reason why she's here, or why she might not be, or anything. Ok, there's a little reason - she's practicing. Practicing sneaking, because she's in a pack known for being stealthy and Rory tends to trip over her own feet.

So she practices whenever she's moving from one area of town to another... shadow to shadow, quiet and careful...

{i sneaky by..!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Tongue Twister] [but does she SEE anything?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kindly One] She's not on patrol, not on her way to or from anywhere in particular. The Black Fury is just walking. Her steps take her near the cemetery, with its broken and warped front gate.

Curious. Alek goes closer to investigate.

[percept + alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3 (Botch x 2 at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch] The rangy male at the gates turns when the El Camino pulls up behind him. As long-boned as he is, as big-boned, one expects him to be gawky, awkward, forever stooping and shuffling.

He does stoop a little. His shoulders are rounded, his body set in a slight slouch. It's not lack of confidence, though. Something closer to primal instinct, the urge to drop to all fours. And there's absolutely no awkwardness to him. That pivot is smooth as silk. He looks at Sinclair with pale eyes, a clear gleaming grey-green. The pure blood in him is as faint as the green in his eyes, and as present. The same can't be said for the Glass Walker, who has no purity of bloodline at all.

"Drive on," he says, and waves her on. His vowels are a little flattened, but it's not obvious enough, and he hasn't talked enough, that she can discern his accent as anything other than: not from around these parts.

[when darkness falls.] Robbie can see, peering through the warped and ruined gates that beyond the first several rows of graves there is movement. There is noise, too. An odd sort of snuffling. When moonlight passes from behind the clouds, he can see the gleam of something white, the outline of something hunched over. What might have been fur.

It did not look particularly human.
Not if the hairs on his arms are any indication.
to Robb Murdoch

[Tongue Twister] She tips her head, slightly, and blinks. Once. Twice. Then she looks to the others, and softly, silently, she moves to stand behind Robb's shoulder - a daring move, all told [Pure bred. One of hers. He can hurt her later.] and murmurs softly. "Hring ber."

She could only mean Sinclair in the car. Or maybe the Fury. Or maybe both. Or maybe he can't possibly put together the mix up in words - either way, as quickly as the murmur fades, so does her presence as she slips past the gates.

She intends to get behind it, if she can. It's on the hunt, and she's hiding - but this time, only to get an advantage, not to run away. After all - THIS is the enemy. She usually only hides in fear from allies...

[when darkness falls.] [Doo de doo]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Warcry] Something about the woman in the car is enough to set people's teeth on edge, make their shoulderblades drag together tight and quick. Even other Garou feel it. It isn't fear, not for them. They are predators higher on the food chain than any unshifting animal, and yet here she is, and their instincts tell them: threat. To their territory. To their prey. To their mate and cubs. Threat, because she too is a predator, and a strong one. Her very scent carries it through the air, making some dogs whimper and other dogs growl.

Rory and Alek come their way, the redhead seeming to appear almost out of nowhere and the Philodox just on a stroll, and without acknowledging Robb's attempt to send her on her way, Sinclair cuts the rumble of the engine and removes her keys. The door pops open and as she stands up she rolls the window up by hand-crank, then closes it --

as Rory heads inside.

"Hey," she says levelly, carrying because of the weight of authority in her tone more than because she raises her voice. She doesn't call Rory by her deedname, because she doesn't know who the hell this guy is. "If you're taking the lead on this I'll follow you, but if you are..." she trails, then shrugs: "you have to tell us what we're doing."

[Kindly One] The Fury can't see beyond the gates, through the darkness within. What she can see, however, are two Garou known to her and a pure bred stranger. She recognizes the Fianna Ahroun and the Fostern Glass Walker.

The newcomer gets a steady look. Alek blinks her dark eyes, and she follows the others into the graveyard.

[Tongue Twister] She turns to look at Sinclair, though she doesn't meet her gaze completely, her eyes dropping instantly in submission - before she simply points inside. "Thilling kat."

Simple enough...

...but not exactly taking lead. She chews her lower lip, briefly - but it is another noise from the monster within that decides her. It is rare she leads anything. So rare, that the very thought of it causes the hand that gestures to them to tremble... first Sinclair, and gestures that she take the other side - to Alek and Robb move in toward the thing, and hopefully distract him from the Fostern and herself, and then she turns to resume her sneaky along to the right of the snarfling beast, where she hopes to surprise it.

[Warcry] Sinclair watches Rory gesture around, and looks where she gestures, but briefly. She turns back to Rory. "I'm not seeing what you're seeing," she says, with tightly leashed frustration that -- all the same -- seethes at the edges of her calmly spoken words, underneath the control. "I need to know what I'm up against."

[Robb Murdoch] The blonde in the car doesn't drive on. That alone tells Robbie she's not a mundane, not some pretty girl in her daddy's classic car meeting her goth boyfriend in a goddamn cemetery. She gets out, then, and she comes forward, and the truth is Robbie's not a great Galliard -- in fact he might be a pretty shitty one -- but he's still enough of one to know rank when he sees it.

His eyes flick toward the ground briefly like an acknowledgment. Then back up as others gather, as a purebred, speech-impeded tribeswoman speaks up, as everyone starts to drift in and leadership is decided.

"Some sort of white-furred beast, I think," he says quietly to the Fostern. It's the best he can offer.

[Tongue Twister] She blinks, and looks over her shoulder that the thing, then back to Sinclair. "Pull skig. Big."

[when darkness falls.] The four Garou make their way into the Graveyard.

There was a map to one side of the gently sloping pathway that displayed the entirety of the Cemetery, pointing out some of its more well known residents. There was also a bright red arrow that told them they were here!. A box of pamphlets were situated in a holder attached to it; they flapped aimlessly in the breeze.

Trees rustled, their leaves speaking secrets to the wind.

Large stone statues stood on eternal watch, their faces eroded by time, blasted by the elements until many of them held only the suggestion of a nose, the indentation where a mouth should have been.

The pathway split off into several smaller, each allowing visitors to walk among their dearly [or not so, in some cases] departed. Some graves had flowers set atop them, some photographs and other tokens left by visiting family members. And then, as they approach the intersection of the two main roads -- they can see it.

Or at least, they can see its hind quarters. From the rear, it could have been mistaken for some sort of wild animal, something explainable. Something normal. But for the stench coming off it, and the noises it was making.

Heavy, excited breathing.

As the Garou approach, the Beast does not seem to notice them -- yet. It is preoccupied with its task, great mounds of dirt go flying over its great bulk.

There is an overturned vase of roses among it.

The smell of freshly turned dirt mingled with the stench of rot and decay and wrong.

[when darkness falls.] [Okay guys, one round of reaction posts, and then it's time for inits with my next post!]

[Kindly One] "Awesome."

Alek was watching the metis, the Ahroun, tremble as she took the lead. Gives them direction against something at least two of them haven't even seen yet. When they know what their adversary is, The Black Fury Philodox begins to prepare for battle. Activating a few of the bracelets at her wrist, drawing a pair of dark-bladed weapons from within her forearms.

[go go gadget soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Kindly One] [damage +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Warcry] A short, sharp nod, and she glances back at Alek to see where she is, then looks at the stranger. "Warcry, Brutal Revelation," she says quickly, "Fostern Galliard of the Glass Walkers." There's a faint accent to her speech, coming out now mostly when she says "Howdy," and goes where Rory indicated moments ago, taking what will become a flanking position as they move in.

Her will twists up along her spine as she burns through it, calling on Bear's gift to shield her mind from the pains of the body. As she walks, she begins to hunker down, her hair flowing into fur, her skin turning tougher, her hands to paws, her fingernails to claws, her teeth to fangs.

And her fur to steel.

[-1WP, Resist Pain.
Slowshifting to hispo.
-1WP, Steelfur. Stamina + Science]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Kindly One] [damage +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Tongue Twister] Everyone starts to prepare, and they actually follow her directions. This causes Rory to blink rapidly for less than a second, before she turns and heads around to the right once again, swift yet silent, stealthy even as she falls to all fours and shifts as she moves with the shadows...

[shifting to hispo. Rory has no fancy smancy talens/gifts. Heh. Mental note. GET RESIST PAIN ALREADY. GAWD.]

[when darkness falls.] [Per + Alert, hey stupid, can you sense something is up?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kindly One] That prepared, she grins to the others.

"Kindly One, Cliath Black Fury Philodox, Alpha of the Squad of Ultimate Badasses." And she shifts upward, body growing, jet black fur sprouting along her body. There are sparse patches, at her chest and hip, at her sternum. Scars. When she stands in Crinos, she inclines her head to the Fiann Ahroun.

[Kindly One] [oh yeah -1WP activate Resist Pain!]

[Robb Murdoch] As they pass the large map, Robbie reaches out and picks up one of the pamphlets. He's never been here before. He wasn't even entirely aware this place existed. He doesn't have a lot of reading material at home -- home being the empty room in the Brotherhood he just took last night -- and he thinks perhaps this will make for some interesting bedtime reading.

"Robbie Murdoch," he replies, that same flat-voweled quietness, "[insertdeednamehere.] Cliath Galliard of Stag."

His bloodlines are not full of heroes, but they are old. He has warriors and conquerors in his past; mystics, bards, chieftains. They are still very close to him. He can call upon them if he wants to, easily.

He doesn't. He prepares the only way he can: by flexing his hands closed and open again, once, before falling in beside the Ahroun.

[when darkness falls.] Unlike Gaia's Chosen, the Skull Pig was no great Warrior. It had, once upon a time been some natural ancestor of Ice Age Mammals, but the Wyrm's influence had corrupted, over time, all that was natural about this stinking Beast and rendered it into a brainless, lethal combination of bulk, muscle and razor sharp tusks that emerged from its mouth like some grotesque imitation of the extinct Sabre-tooth.

It's head was covered with skin so pale it gleamed like the bone beneath it, and its hide was carved with the Glyphs of the Fallen.

This, it appeared, was someone's property.

Still, for all its lack of intellect -- it had, it seemed, a decent sense of smell -- the huge head snapped up as the Garou adopted their war forms. It snuffed at the air, and, with a deafening shriek of hunger, or mindless, driven instinct -- swung around -- searching for the source of the sudden aromas in the air.

It could smell Garou.
It loved the meat of the Werewolf.

The Great Beast lumbered forward, its heavy paws all but shaking the ground.

[Inits!]

[Kindly One] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[when darkness falls.] [The Beastie Boi
+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Robb Murdoch] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Tongue Twister] It can smell all of them...

...but not Rory. For all her flaming hair and freckles, the [wasted] purity of her blood - her slender frame - even in this form - holds no scent.

She doesn't wait. She doesn't hesitate. she comes at him from the side - and attacks.

[+8!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Warcry] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Tongue Twister]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Kindly One]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[when darkness falls.] Robbie 19
Rory 18
Warcry 12
Kindly One 12
Beastie Boi 12

Declare in reverse!

Beastie Boi
1a. Tusk Robbie!
1b. Tusk Warcry!
R1. Body Slam Rory

[Kindly One] [1a: Flank
1b: Slice!
R1: Slice!
R2: Slice!]

[Kindly One] [1a: Slice!
1b: Slice!
R1: Slice!
R2: Slice!]

[Warcry] [Already flanking as per Jacqui's ruling. w00t.
1a.
1b.
R1.
R2. -- all bites on the beastie]

[Tongue Twister] [2 rage, split first action - already flanking!

1a: bite
1b: bite
1R: bite
2R: bite]

[Robb Murdoch] The Ahroun, their temporary leader, darts behind the beast with the Fostern. The Philodox and the Galliard are left on point.

The Fianna flicks Alek one quick, unreadable glance. Then he turns toward the beast and digs his claws in, snarling a challenge.

[1a/b/R1/R2: chomp!]

[Robb Murdoch] [-2!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Robb Murdoch] [dam +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch] [-3!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Robb Murdoch] [dam +4]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch] [just fucking eat shit and die, kahseeno.]

[when darkness falls.] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] The Fianna leaps into the fray, his teeth sinking into the stinking hide of the Beast. It rears, squealing, angered and incensed by the attack. As the Fianna bites into the sickly tasting flesh though, he notices it at once -- it's more than tainted --

it's poison.

[Robbie -- roll Stamina vs Diff 6 for those bites!]

[Robb Murdoch]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Warcry] [1a. dex + brawl -2 (split) // diff +1 (steelfur) -1 (flanking)
YEAH I'LL BITE THAT POISON SKIN AND LIKE IT. WATCH ME.]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Tongue Twister] split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 - 1 for flank! reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 3 at target 4)

[Tongue Twister] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Soak, YOUBITCH]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Tongue Twister] split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 - 1 (flank) reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 4 at target 4)

[Tongue Twister] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 +3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Tongue Twister] Resist Toxin!
sta + survival diff 6, only 1 suxx needed.
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP]

[Warcry] [Damage! +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Warcry] [Soak vs yeccch]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Warcry] [1b. dex + brawl + perun -3 (split) // diff +1 (steelfur) -1 (flanking)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Warcry] [Damage! +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Mommy?]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Warcry]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kindly One] [1a: Slice: dex + melee -2 (split), diff (dual-wield)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1

[Kindly One] [dam: str +1 (Stheno) +2 (sword) +1 (talen) +4 (Crinos) +1][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kindly One] [1b: Slice!: dex + melee -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 7)

[Kindly One] [dam: +0][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Tongue Twister] NEY how!!! That's not NICE!

Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [1a. Tusk Robbie! (-2)]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch] [stupid pig, you can't tusk a fianna!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [1b. RAR!!!1! Tusk Alek!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kindly One] [soak!: stam +1 (Stheno) +3 (Crinos) +1 (talen)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch] [resist toxin!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Robb Murdoch] [R1!]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Robb Murdoch] [dam +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Soak eet, you stupid piggy]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Tongue Twister] RARSMASH!
R1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 -1 (flank) reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 12 at target 4) Re-rolls: 3

[Tongue Twister] I DONT LIKE PULL SKIGS! DIE!
(KAhseeno if you are a whore on this I will NEVER FORGIVE YOU! SO DONT BE A WHORE!)

Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 11=20
Dice Rolled:[ 20 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Squeeeeeeal]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Warcry] [R1]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Warcry] [+5]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Warcry] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[when darkness falls.] [Nooooooooo!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[when darkness falls.] [Skull Pig's Status has changed from :D to X( ]

[when darkness falls.] The Skull Pig, an old male separated form his herd, cannot sustain beneath the onslaught of four sets of teeth and blade upon his tough hide. Tonight, the Garou work as a seamless machine, easily toppling the great Beast. When it falls, bleeding heavily from wounds, it is upon the desecrated grave -- the blood dark and black against the earth.

Poisoned, filthy blood seeping into the ground.

It was odd, a Wyrm creature such as this alone -- even an aged one as this appeared -- and the Glyph's, burned into its hide seemed to signify that no matter how easily the victory came this night -- perhaps there was more to come.

[Kindly One] [golden apple: om nom nom]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 3)

[Warcry] The thing dies fast and it dies easy, but the poor piggy was beset upon four Garou -- none of them with low Rage, none of them afraid of its poison skin -- and savaged down to blood and lifeless flesh in mere seconds.

Standing over it at the very end is the Galliard who ceded leadership, despite her rank, to the only Ahroun in their presence and the one ordained by auspice to take charge in battle. Her fur is thick and scrapes against itself, metallic hair against metallic hair, with every breath she takes. With her gift active it is hard to make out the pinpoint glints of metal piercings in her ears, in her left foreleg, but they're there.

Brutal Revelation shakes herself after several seconds of silence, listening for more pigs to come, and the metal melts off and dissipates from her like so much water. Steel becomes fur again, soft and silent, a greyscale rainbow across her form.

She lifts her head to survey those with her, the damage they've taken and avoided, and turns first to Rory. "I will tell Wyrmbreaker-rhya," she calls him, though he is Fostern as she is... for now, "of how you led."

Perhaps the other Galliard here tonight will note the neutrality of that statement. The promise to record, to remember, to retell, but not an indication of opinion in a word of it. She looks at Kindly One, assuming because the Half Moon is a Fury: "If you can Cleanse, I will deal with the corpse."

And to Robb, last to see her crystalline eyes fixing on him. A chuff of thanks, and of greeting. And nothing more.

[Robb Murdoch] Four Garou fall on the single skull pig; tear it to shreds. In the aftermath there's only the latent scent of old death about this place -- the collective decay of hundreds of buried dead.

In this form, the Galliard finds it hard to understand this human practice, this consigning of bodies to the earth. He's not afraid of ghosts, but he dislikes this place for the unnaturalness of it -- his ears flattening against his head, his fur remaining on end.

"I can Cleanse," he interjects, and then looks to the Fury. "And I can help, too, if you want to lead the Rite."

[Tongue Twister] The Skull Pig falls, and Rory stands, feet braced, and blood and gore dripping from her muzzle as she waits to be sure it won't rise again. Her head tips to the side, ears flicking as she listens.

Once she is certain it will not rise, she gives a violent shake to her fur, before she melts down into her monkey skin. Blood stains her shirt, an injury gained by an alley and therefore needing no mention. Instead, she looks over each of those that fought with her, that (shockingly!) followed her lead, and nods.

And finally introduces herself to Robb. "Rory. Tongue Twister. Fianna Cliath Mull Foon."

And then Sinclair tells her of how she lead, and she ducks her head, a blush spilling across her cheeks, spreading along her shoulders. The comment is neutral, though the fact that there will be a telling at all is enough to bring the extreme shyness of the metis to the fore.

And then she goes about helping with the disposal of the body.

[when darkness falls.] [Thanks for letting me ST for you, guys! It'll be longer next time! :] ]

[Kindly One] Of the four, the young Fury dealt the least damage and took the most hurt. Before she sees to her own wounds, she looks over the Ahroun, looks for the place where she missed her mark and hit her ally instead. What's left of the nick is already healed, all that's left a bit of Rory's blood on her fur. Alek says nothing, but she dips her head to the metis in apology.

Her swords are returned to their place within her forearms. A nod to Warcry, of course she can cleanse. And a look to Robbie.

"I would appreciate it," she says, though first she withdraws seemingly from her own body, from within her fur, what looks like a glowing golden apple. Once eaten, her wounds seal themselves, flesh knitting together where the pig's tusks tore her open.

"Ready?" she asks, and she and the Fianna Galliard perform the cleansing.

[Robb Murdoch] [short and sweet is good too, jacqui. i had fun! :] ]

[Tongue Twister] [Thanks Jac! it was fun! And Rory will stay and help with cleanup - but I gotta sleep! Night!]

[Warcry] [[That was fun! Thank you guys for the RP! Thank you for STing, Jacqui.]]

[Kindly One] [thanks for running this, Jacqui!]