Center of the Caern
This area of the clearing is about 30 meters wide and is a mixture of dark soil and clay throughout, though much of it looks like it's been sodded in recent months. Near the center of the clearing, the top of a large white boulder juts out from the soil like a bone revealed after the skin of an animal has been torn away. The large rock appears to be normal stone at its base, but towards the top stone gives way to a sparkling collection of quartz crystal.
Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small pool in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in the ground, perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar juts out of the ground at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The chasm walls narrow a bit to the northeast, causing some of the mist to swirl in that area.
Contents:
[Garou gathering]
Obvious exits:
Rock Slab Windy Spot WaterFall Steam Vents

John looks to Roger for a moment, as he steps forward towards the center of the Caern-- he's shifting slowly, moving up through glabro, and then to crinos. Clothes seem to be absorbed by expanding backs of solid muscle and fur, as his body twists and contorts. ~My decision is that she avoids this one. For tonight we muster at the largest blight in the city, yet again. And again, the Sept of the Hidden Walk shall make a dent on that blight.~ His voice raises, starting to become a shout. ~Tonight, we test the mettle of our foe. Tonight we revel on the wall that surrounds the hospital.~

Wildfire frowns, that being a long walk from here. A very long walk. Still, he seems to relish the idea of tonight's revel's objective.

Nightflash stalks over to John. ~What do you expect to accomplish this night?~ Jarred watches the Get Fostern from across the clearing.

Child-Holder snarls and flexes her clawed hands. ~I am ready...~

Fights-For-Hope looks to John then Wildfire, ~You as ready as I am to tear the fuckall outta 'em?~

Walks-Thin-Ice looks Nightflash in the eye, inclining his head a little. ~There is a wall of webbing that surrounds the hospital. Our objective is to breach that wall, and gauge the strength and abilities of the forces that come boiling out to meet us. When everyone has bled to their satisfaction, we shall withdraw. Tonight, whoever wants their glory will have it, but watching and learning will be the most important tasks.~

Sepdet gives Yi a bump of the knee. ~We're tearing at what comes our way--a few less of the enemy, whetting our claws for the battle ahead. Don't worry strategy now. Let the moon sing and trust in the power of the full sept working together.~

Nightflash snarls at the Glass Walker, yellow eyes buring with fury. ~You may choose to charge into a battle unknowing, and run away when you are overwhelmed. I understand this has been your favored tactic in the scab. But some of us do not have the option of retreat.~

Rides-Fire lays his good ear back, ruff flaring as he shifts his weight from paw to paw restlessly.

Three-Blades gives her alpha a rather dubious look at first, but then nods in silent agreement.

Sepdet growls something under her breath.

Walks-Thin-Ice moves closer to Nightflash, his own teeth showing clearly. ~I know your pack's Totem ban.~ To all about the Caern, the Walker bellows, ~All members of Final Strike attending shall take the fore. We shall run on our hunt, and anything in our way shall be rent apart by this pack, as we move.~

Wildfire cackles a laugh, something not too pleasant from a crinos. Whatever crosses his mind he doesn't share, though he does speak. ~Where's the U-Haul?~

Three-Blades turns her ears back in submission to her pack alpha's growl.

Nightflash considers the plan, then grunts assent. ~Once we arrive, we can help fight anything that comes to us. But if we enter, we are bound to remain.~

Chaser snorts quietly, and stalks over to the center stone, where she crouches and begins sharpening her claws on the rock at the base. ~Then don't go in,~ she growls quietly.

Rides-Fire growls assent as well, then joins Chaser in sharpening his claws. Wildfire gets a quick glance as the Stargazer moves to do so.

Faces-Shadows looks down at the talens, then over at Sebastian. ~It'll work for tonight. If you survive, tell the Warder what they do.~ With that, he takes the offered talens and hands them over to Robert. ~They'll be useful later, if not tonight.~ With that, he stands over with his packmate and those with whom he's fighting tonight.

Wildfire stands as is, hands on his waist. He in turn does not sharpen his claws, knowing that there is still a long run to the scab first. ~Alright, Wyrmfoe. Let's do this.~

Three-Blades shifts to a running form, looking towards her pack's alpha first before waiting for John to lead the way.

Walks-Thin-Ice straightens up, nodding to Nightflash, and then addressing the Sept once more. ~Then Final Strike shall clear the path for us. The Sept of The Hidden Walk! The moon is full, and we are gathered in strength. Let your blood sing to you, embrace the rage that is our gift and our curse, and wet your claws with the blood of our enemies tonight! We run in the hunt, and our prey lies outside the tainted place of healing. Let nothing stand in our path!~ With that final yell, the assembled strength of the Sept disappears, one by one, stepping sideways into the umbra. The Revel has begun.

[Zoom!]

Umbra -- Hilliard Complex(#2427RJ)
The city umbra in this area is a dark mesh of intertwinned webbing, with the grey dim spirit forms of buildings and roads visible as forms under the soft blanket of strands. Flickering flames of life move in foxfire patterns in the central area, which grows like a great tower of bone and glistening flesh far above the surrounding area. The top portion is dark, shouded in undilating darkness that seems oddly alive and aware; sickening /shapes/ can be dimly glimpsed within. Around the whole area the web grow thicker and pile into an almost solid wall; umbral travellers in the city can tell this is a fairly new development. Pattern spiders move in precise geometric jerks all over the wall.
Contents:
REVEL_GM pages to the room: Elan would be here, and guide people to the place, but he's my PC, so... :)

From afar, to the room, REVEL_GM sees everyone is here? Good. Standard warning: this is a Revel in a known Blighted area. Death and maiming warnings apply. Please break into posing groups and designate one person to assemble poses for you and give them to the room.

REVEL_GM pages to the room: Also, the DESC of this room is correct. Please note it.

Once on the other side, Nightflash gathers the moonlight around him and it sinks into his fur with a warm, protective glow.

The assembled Garou move through the Umbra under the blazing bright light of the moon, slowing only when the roiling black waters of the Columbia need to be crossed. Once in the city, the scenery changes to the normal dull greys and blacks of buildings webbed by the Weaver spirits; soft flames of life flicker here and there. Passing the park, it seems like a comparative haven to what lies ahead. As you approach the Hospital area, you see that is seems even more grim and forboding than when last seen. A new development is here; a wall woven by pattern spiders. Little has menaced the garou in their passage; a few dark shapes that might have dared simply turn from the large parade of wolves and lope back into the dark.

REVEL_GM pages to the room: Active Gifts and such should be put in your +scan/doing

Seeker shifts to the warform and drags his claws across the umbral concrete, sharpening them to razor sharpness. He brings out his kopsh and prepares for battle, joining the ahrouns in the front lines.

Child-Holder, Sebastian and Agatha stay to the rear of the charge, alert to lurking dangers.

Sepdet, Yi, and Little Bear jog in a cohesive unit, their theurge who's been this way often striding at point, slowing to assess the barrier facing them. Yi's ears are pricked for danger, and her form shimmers and blurs as they draw near the target. Bitter Cup pauses with her group, eyes narrowed to study the situation as the Revel stops momentarily to regroup. A dim shadow billows around the Gaian and her packmate, though only Bitter Cup's lights from beneath with a golden light, causing a hazy glow, as if through smoked glass. Faces-Shadows gives his packmate a nod, then takes a half-step up in the air. Anyone looking closely might notice that his feet don't /quite/ touch the ground.

Pack> Three-Blades sends over the pack link a shortly hopeful thought. At least it looks better than home's Shadow.

The wall has groups of weaver spirits about it, spiders mostly; they scuttle around and about trailing gleaming trails of webbing that harden almost at once. Slowly the wall grows stronger, higher and more difficult to breach. Right now it's about six feet tall. Each spider moves in a geometric pattern, the whole of them creating a kaliedescope effect as they shift and dance about.

Pack> Sepdet shoots back something bemused. Looks can be deceiving, but we should be fine. (Little Bear probably sends something like 'Let's rip their legs off ;)

Rides-Fire stares at the webbing with thinly-veiled hatred, his rage bubbling close to the surface as his eyes track the movement of the spiders. The Stargazer throws back his head and howls with wordless defiance, following up with the following words to his fellow Garou. ~Tonight we follow a Wyrmfoe that leads us against the Weaver! We will shread its corrupted webs and cut back its territory, until it flees before us! We are Gaia's chosen!~

Bitter Cup pages to the room: RF activates Inspiration.

Fights-For-Hope roars out in rage at the magic words, seeming to draw spirit and strength from a reserve not entirely from within himself.

The larger, snarling and growling group of Ahrouns approach impatiently-- mustering their strength in readiness; eager for blood, and fuelled by the strength and closeness of their moon and the calls of inspiration. Wildfire grins ferally, sharpening claws upon the ground, as does Walks-Thin-Ice, focussing his energy and calling upon his gifts. Seeker scans the areas around the building's perimenter, looking for weaknesses or signs of enemies. Shifting up to a stooped but hulking Crinos form from Hispo, the Ice-Walker rises and straightens. He looks quickly about the war party, and gestures at the growing wall, and the spiders that crawl over the construction. ~Hidden Walk! That wall, and the weaver spirits that work there... Fire, weapons, claws, teeth... do what you do best. /Fuck it up/.~

Child-Holder's ears flatten against her head and she bares her teeth in defiance of the Weaver Spiders before her. A throb from her leg reminds her all too well of her last tangle with the creatures. She feels her rage build at the Stargazer's words, at the full moon. Agatha obviously feels the same, baring her own fangs in a silent snarl at the wall. Sebastian growls at Rides-Fires words, but restrains himself, letting those that have gone before him do their work.

Some of the worker spiders tremble at hearing the rage and righteous anger of the Garou. Four break apart from the dance of building and scuttle towards Final Strike, mandibles clacking. One holds one pair of long legs above it's body, spinning the Umbra itself into white strands that it sends spinning towards Rides-Fire.

Bitter Cup does not move with the warpack contingent, but she advances before at least the visible members of her party, looking for a ready target. The four moving toward Final Strike gets her attention briefly, but John's group separates her from the Cougar pack, and she soon turns her attention back to the wall. Faces-Shadows takes another step, then between that step and the next, the Uktena elder's form fades away, melting into the shadows surrounding him, shadows that in turn fade into the Umbral twilight.

Sepdet puts on a Strider burst of speed to close with the wall, angling slightly away from the bulk of Garou and seeking a relatively spider-free stretch. Little Bear roars behind her with claws braced to rend the nearest thing that moves. Three-Blades travels with them, the Gnawer off to one side and searching all angles. She shifts up to her warform, watching the patterns of the spiders to look for holes.

Child-Holder advances a little, but not nearly as much. Halfpaw crouches down, claws flexed at readiness, as he watches the other Garou's frantic efforts at finding weakness in the wall.

Roger looks to Ice-Walker a moment with a serious expression, then pulls out a glass pipe containing a thick amber liquid, setting fire to a cloth tied around the pipe, before shifting to Crinos. Waiting a moment for Ice-Walker to be finished talking he lobs the pipe in a high arc at the building and right before it smashes into the building the glass tubing shatters from the heat and the gasoline inside explodes forward in a giant liquid splash of flames. It's almost a cue-- the Wyrmfoe uses it as one, bellowing a cry of rage. Fights-For-Hope stands beside Wildfire, ever watchful for that sign. When it comes in that fiery burst, his battle cry roars out. The group charges forward with the Wyrmfoe and the fastest of the Garou warriors, roaring a challenge along with many other Crinos throats. Wildfire's snarls speak somewhat unintelligibly about 'breaking more rocks' as the others hurl themselves at anything that moves, near that burning wall.

Nightflash turns to face the incoming spiders, but doesn't charge them immediately. ~Let them come to us,~ he warns his packmates. The Talon theurge chuffs at his alpha's wisdom, then turns his attention back to the wall, snarling at the spiders still building and strengthening there. Rides-Fire attempts to keep out of the way of the silky binding, the fleet-footed Stargazer shifting his position as to be a harder target. He trembles with Eagerness to attack, but is restrained by Nightflash's words. Chaser splits off from the Wyrmfoe to attack one of the oncoming spiders, moving in with the speed that is only born of Rage. She makes a wolf-tactic attempt to cut the creature off from its brethren, to less the force that charges against Final Strike.

The first small contingent of pattern spiders moves in on the advance group of Final Strike, closing the distance rapidly. Three advance; one is successfully cut off by Chaser and it turns to engage her, webs spinning from it to try and bind her down. Rides-Fire does indeed avoid most of the webbing; a few strands fall across his flank which immediately tries to freeze in place. The effect dissappears rather quickly, though, and the spider tries to close on the speedy Stargazer. One heads for Nightflash, mandibles opening wide to try and bite down. Meanwhile over at another part of the wall, the rushing ahrouns close on the structure. The spiders there become noticabley disturbed and begin to adjust their patterns of movement into something more like a defence.

There is a brilliant burst of flames and rushing of an explosion; that small part of the wall suddenly erupts into brilliant flames as pattern spiders scream and die. A soft humming, as of many small voices, starts up then, and all the patterns spiders begin to move more quickly, much as if an ant hill had been kicked over. They all stop for one heartbeat, every single one of them, then they begin to mass for defence and attack. A low thobbing hum fills the air, soft now, but growing louder.

REVEL_GM pages to the room: GAME NOTE: It looks like there will be about 20 pattern spiders in all in this area at this time.

Pack> Three-Blades sends over the link, that /that/ sound, is not a good one. And something inside must be controlling them. There's a sense of worry carefully reined in.

REVEL_GM pages to the room: GAME NOTE: About five of whom are on fire right now.

The two Furies and the Uktena near the back bounce a little on the balls of their feet, ready to catch up any of the injured they see. Child-Holder and Halfpaw are watching the spiders carefully, tracking their movements. Agatha is keeping an eye on the wall.

You paged the room with 'How long is this wall, btw? It extends all the way around the hospital?'.

REVEL_GM pages to the room: GAME NOTE: The wall does, in fact, surround the hospital area.

Chaser's attack soon becomes a rase for time and freedom; with all the speed her rage can give her, she cuts herself free and attacks the spider with her claws, reaching low for the (hopefully) more vulnerable undersides, trying to disable the organs that spew forth that sticky web. Nightflash snarls at the pattern spider, challenging it to attack, waiting for it to strike at him before leashing out with both claws, attempting to pin it down, to bite into its head. Rides-Fire chooses to use another common wolf tactic and puts on a burst of speed, attempting to evade the one seeking him in order to engage Nightflash's enemy on the side. Tapping his frustrated anger, the ahroun scores once down with his sharpened claws, as well as snapping an attack with heavy hispo jaws. Shadow-of-Blood rushes forward, ignoring the free spider for a moment to flank the spider attacking Nightflash. Using typical pack tactics, he tries to harass the spider, distracting it to aid Nightflash's attack.

Seeker attacks the mass of spiders by slashing out with his kopsh, his gift allowing him to strike before they can react, then dodges with the speed of rage in the same action to avoid a retaliatory strike. The action's similar to the Ice-Walker's-- something of a temporary retreat, keeping himself clear and free of any engaging foes for the next few moments. He pauses, surveying the the others groups in their attacks, and then bellows in a tone of command to his own, ~Back from the wall! Let them come. Dreamer! More fire!~ Wildfire stops his advance upon the Wyrmfoe's order, instead crouching, claws held to his sides at the ready for the first spider or spiders that dare to tread upon a Get. Fights-For-Hope looks over the spiders at the area where Seeker strikes, but stays with Wildfire moving to be at an angle so that any spiders who engage the more menacing Get of Fenris will also meet death from the side. In case any spiders near Wildfire, Fights-For-Hope prepares to strike with rightous rage driven speed. Dreamer nods his head and yells out, ~That was the only bomb I had... but I have accursed gifts to use instead.~ With this he moves forward quickly and once within range release as large a blast of fire as possible over a mass of the spiders.

Bitter Cup immediately falls back to bunch with her impromptu pack. Her claws flex with readiness as she waits for the wasps to boil toward them. As the first of the score of angry Weaver spirits reach her group, she strikes twice at its body to draw its attention to herself. Three-Blades looks at Little Bear, ears back as the humming starts. As the spiders start in their small temp pack's direction, she teams up with Little Bear to fend off any spiders that go for Sepdet, giving the Strider some time to work her magic. Sepdet thrusts her palms towards the base of the wall with a snarling invocation to Phoenix, and lets fly with as large a burst of flames as she can muster. ~Drive them towards the flames!~ She twists back as Little Bear closes behind her, ready to tear anything that gets in their way.

Halfpaw rises from his crouch, preparing himself for any impending attack. With a huff and a nod, he motions Child-Holder to do the same. The young Fury does so, claws clicking together as she flexes her paws again.

Chaser harries her foe, snapping and biting, scaring several good hits on the thing as it sprays her with webbing. Burning cold lances through her as the webs drift down across her back and hindquarters, stealing mobility and her life's breath. The one spider in front of Nightflash does indeed engage him, as the ahroun darts forward to sink fangs deeply into the things' head. It's slammed from either side as the lupus harry the thing, nipping and pulling back, darting in for a vunerable place. Flailing, it scores a few bloddy furrows in NF's hide, most of which are turned aside by the flickering silvery light that shines from his coat.The other two close in towards Chaser, sending small streams of web over her as well.

The spiders at the wall begin to stream over into the garou massed at the wall, striking as one cohesivbe unit and trying to separate the mass of them; the whole thing dissolves into a messy dance of maneuver and counter maneuver as each tries outflank the other. Three of them suddenly cry out with chittering voices as Metis flame envelops them and sets another small part of the wall on fire. Sepdet's call is answered with another burst of fire, setting a third section on fire. The webbing wall does seem to burn well, if nothing else.

A shuddering series of regular thumps sounds from the other side of the wall, growing louder. Something..somethings are coming.

GAME NOTE: Seven Spiders are accounted for as dead; the one NF and crew are beating on is /dead/ dead. The others are dead via fire. Several others have taken damge in the general melee with the ahrouns.

Bitter Cup continues to play parry-and-attack with the spider in front of her. Though her claws have wounded it, the big arachnid does not look near to dying as it tries to crush the alpha with its mandables. Even as she spins to one side to strike at it again, she calls out at the top of her lungs, ~Company coming! Runner, behind wall. Glowing things from top of building. Ware overhead!~

Walks-Thin-Ice might have heard the call from the others, but merely crouches low, snarling in the fray, as the spiders move to fill in the gap between them, and the burning wall. He growls loudly in that same, almost calm tone of command, ~Let them fill the space. Drive them against the wall, something comes!~ Hanging back again for heartbeats, he flings one arm out to gesture to the downed Get. ~Dreamer! Free Chaser, fire if you need to!~ And louder, still, ~Hope-Star! Yours to Chaser!~ Fights-For-Hope still stands with his elder, but when spiders move in and strike as him he roars defiantly and surges forward with the power of burnt rage, using hispo claws and size to rip apart and crush to dust. Wildfire, himself, does not move from his spot, refusing to give any to the damn bugs. Any that may come close are either slashed, crushed, or swatted and/or flung back into the burning wall. Dreamer turns and leaps forward at Chaser, using the gift that calls fire forth on the part of the webbing that is connecting from the spider to Chaser, attempting to free her while doing as little damage as possible. The second call comes from the Ice-Walker. ~Someone give Final Strike something to chase! You need to be gone from this place! FAST.~ The 'someone' call is made over towards Bitter Cup. ~Final Strike! Take your opportunity as soon as you can!~

Nightflash spits out a mouthful of fading ephemera. Spying the the Get, he begins sprinting in her direction. ~Chaser,~ is all he says to his packmates as he prepares to ram one of the spiders on her. Chaser whirls, trying to fight her way free of the webs -- the stuff seems to be slowing her down, enough that Rage cannot make up for the efforts of the spiders. She darts back from the first attacker, snarling as she turns to attack one of the others, trying to gain distance, to strike and fade as wolves do. Noticing the Get under attack, Shadow-of-Blood leaves behind the ephemeral corpse of the first spider to run at another Weaver spirit, once again harassing this one to make it a better target for the fostern. Rides-Fire follows his packmates, teeth bared in savage joy as they turn their attention to a second target. Again, the Stargazer strikes with his forepaws as well as his teeth, trying to take out the second as quickly as the first.

Three-Blades pricks her ears at the thumping, and growls in a half worried manner. ~Ma's home.~ She's remarkably calm for the time being, methodically working with Little Bear to push back spiders that come their way. The newmoon rips at a part of the non-flaming but nearby webbing with her claws, hoping to open a hole big enough for her to see through it at what's on that other side. (Insert Bitter Cup here.) Sepdet, backing up, turns and gives a sidways lunge with claws out, engaging the spider distracting the alpha, her leap a little too fast to heed calls from the other side of the battle. Little Bear tries to shove one of the spiders on his side into the rising flames.

Child-Holder, Agatha and Halfpaw sprint around to flank the battle, avoiding engaging anything as they charge towards their singular mission. They rush towards Chaser, Child-Holder at point, and try to drag the Get away from the battle for a brief respoite and possibly some healing.

The spiders on Chaser are bitten and harried; one goes down under Nightflash and company, torn to shreds by lupus teamwork, while the others are wounded by the attacking Garou. Freezing webbing burns away along with a goodly portion of Chaser's rump fur, and she is freed.

Walks-Thin-Ice suddenly is faced with one spider alone, and it sprays him with webbing all over, trying to bind him to the ground. Others around are slashed by the Get, pushed or thrown back intothe fire, which is spreading along the wall slowly. Little Bear and Three-Blades avoid two slashes each, through Little bear comes away with one long scratch from a third as it's tossed towards the fire. The large Pattern Spider in front of Andrea sprays her with a gout of webbing, and steps back under Sepdet's claw assault.

A man-like form strides over the wall; yes, /over/ the wall. It's about fifteen feet tall, made of writhing skins stretched over inhuman skeletons; screams emanate from every foot of it's faceless body -- it seems the skins are human and still bear some sembalence of life. Enough life to feel pain, at least. The thing is mostly bipedal, though sometimes it drops down to use huge-clawed hands as secondary feet. It has no head or face, just a single twisting tentacle covered in mouths and eyes, both of which constantly snap and drool. Steaming boiling yellow pus runs down from the eyes and leaves pits in the ground. The mouths all howl in a peircing scream as the thing shambles forward.

A low humming is heard and then suddenly there are four dark shapes hovering over the battle. They are spider-like in form, save with some sort of pulsing pink-grey fleshy knobs on the upper parts of their distended abdomens. Their legs hang down and are studded with hooks and claws. Powerful wasp-like wings churn the air, holding them aloft. They cant their bodies downward somewhat, so that eight seething points of sickening purple light look down on the Garou. The forms wait and hover high above the fighting, doing nothing.

GAME NEWS: About five pattern spiders are left active enough to fight, now.

Three-Blades covers her ears when the thing comes out, long enough to hear the high piercing scream bouncing off into the Umbra. She looks to Little Bear as he gains his first gash, and growls at him. ~Care for a leg?~ She motions towards the mostly bipedal creature, grinning a little too ferally for the normally placid newmoon. Little Bear gives his wound a token lick before turning and baring his bloodied teeth to Three-Blades in agreement. ~I'll get the left, you take the right, ram its kneecaps!~ Sepdet gives the spider that just webbed her alpha a venemous look, steps between it and Bitter Cup, and commands with a cutting snarl, /Attack IT./ She jabs a clawed paw in the direction of the unholy giant. Bitter Cup twists her body in rapid, harsh movements to attempt to free herself from what binds her. Even as her body moves on automatic, her eyes narrow at the bipedal abdomination that approaches. Faces-Shadows, still obscured, is hovering, waiting to see if the wasp-things get into the battle. First one to descend gets slammed by an Uktena.

Long distance to Little Bear and REVEL_GM: Three-Blades is spending a Rage point to add extra oomph to hit. Hopefully, we'll break the thing's knees.

Little Bear pages to REVEL_GM and Three-Blades: Ditto.

Snarling, Chaser looks around wildly for the next foe--and then steps back, seeing the Enemy that has just made an entrance. She holds up a web-encrusted, clawed hand against the spotlights, shielding her eyes. With the second spider dead, Nightflash looks up, growls. ~Regroup. Step back.~ Rides-Fire moves to Nightflash's left, his head low in threat at the spiders left. The movement of the spirit's vault coming over the wall catches the edge of his attention, but he does not look squarely at the new threat while spiders are still in immediate range. Once again, the Red Talon automatically obeys his alpha, though obedience only comes after a moment's hesitation. Shadow-of-Blood takes a step or two back, moving to Nightflash's right.

With Chaser cleared to a safe distance to recuperate, the small 'rescue' pack can only brace itself as the new monstrosities advance. Child-Holder swallows hard, then nods to Agatha. Child-Holder snarls at the great beast and the hovering creatures, but targets something smaller-the nearest spider.

Chaser returns the favor, falling on the targeted creature from behind and trying to slash its legs out from under the body. She is in a fury, now, almost a berserker rage after the frustration of being webbed.

REVEL_GM pages to the room: BTW, the spirit does not 'vault' the wall. It just casually steps over it :)

The Thing stops and howls, it's call reverberating among the assembled garou. To one side, the mostly-glass walls of a storefront shatter into palm-sized fragments. The wasp-spider-things above simply wait and watch, impassive. Bellowing with rage at his attacker, Walks-Thin-Ice is forced to pause, reeling with reconsiderations at the emergence of the Obviously Evil Shit. ~For the love of Gaia, if anyone is holding /anything/ back, NOW IS THE TIME TO USE IT.~ He starts barking his orders at his group, lunging into the spider attacking it with a vengeance. Grunts interspersing the barked order. ~Finish those fucking spiders, /quickly/! Anyone not engaged, try the fliers or Big Ugly! Eyes on the sky!~ Seeker continues hacking at the spiders, trying to finish them off before his group gets overwhelmed by the other things. Dreamer turns and his eyes grow wide at the horrid abomination. Not the size as much as the composition. The size doesn't worry him too much, as it just makes the thing easier to hit with a gun. Which Roger whips out now, a Glock 17 loaded with Black Talon bullets, from which he fires as many shots of the flesh rending bullets into the man-bane as possible, moving away as he fires. Wildfire is right there to watch the monstrosity cross the wall and, therefore, cross that line. He doesn't charge the thing, only stepping back a little for room as he summons up a force of will. He practically roars at the thing in a primal sound.

Fights-For-Hope looks up at the man-beast and decides its time to activate his fetish, incanting something to Fenris, Fights-For-Hope's jacket glows with a faint red light. He then sets even more violently into the fray, after he fells the spider he was dealing with, Fights leaps at the one entraping Ice-Walker trying to barrel it out of the way before engaging it with claw and fang. The remaining spiders are either dispatched quickly or they scuttle off in fear to hide. The Thing advances a huge step, cracking the pavement beneath it's clawed feet. Sepdet's pattern spider suddenly twitches and bolts towards th thing, running forward, mandibles clicking. The Thing's head/tentacle whips down and carresses the small spider, the multiple mouths each making little steaming divots in the chitin of the thing, the tears it cries making steaming rivulets all along the spider. It falls over and twitches as the Thing raises back up and screams once more. The bullets splop into it's body and explode back out the other side, seeming to havelittle effect save to shred the skin and increase thw whimpering, screaming noises it makes.

GAME NEWS: The wall of webbing is continuing to burn and is catching, lending some more light to this fight.

Yi and Little bear race towards the massive thing and each slam into it's legs; little effect that seems to have, really; it lurches back then bends up and whips the face-head-tentacle down, covering Little Bear in a rain of boiling yellow droplets that then begin to move and burrow into him.

Nightflash watches the Garou's reactions. Once it is made clear that retreat is not yet being called, he shifts into crinos form and begins moving forward. ~Very well,~ he growls. Rides-Fire remains in hispo, continuing to flank the Gaian in pack-second position. The beginning of combat has taken the edge off the Stargazer's eagerness, but he still bares his teeth at the multitude of his hated foes as Final Strike advances. Shadow-of-Blood takes the opportunity to shift up into hispo as well, then advances alongside his pack. The Talon's teeth are bared as Final Strike moves forward, a growl escaping low in his throat.

Bitter Cup throws back her head with a snarl, yellowish ruff flaring under the clinging soot of Uktena's protection. ~You cannot stand against us, Slayer-of-Dreams,~ she challenges the tentacled many-mouthed thing. ~You are not even as strong as the scrags we have slain. We will return you to Gaia, and end your corruption. Both you and the one like you that comes!~ That spiel of information certainly puts her behind any in her pack that simply charge the blighted spirit, but the Gaian theurge immediately moves to engage. Sepdet, turning to charge after her brave younger packmates, adds a footnote to the alpha's challenge with a grating bark. /Lie down and GROVEL./

Little Bear snarls in rage, eyes blazing, and makes like a Cuisinart on the leg of the beastie. Three-Blades snarls with growing fury as the charge did little except harm Little Bear. She digs her claws into the Thing's form, using all limbs and her jaws to climb up the Thing's supposed spine, ripping away chunks on the way up.

Faces-Shadows, still shrouded by Uktena magic, stays between the battles on the ground and the wasp-like things, though his attention is certainly more on the latter.

Seeker rises up about fifteen feet in the air before the Thing on umbral Owl-wings. He concentrates, calling on every ounce of strength and intimidation to attempt to cause paralyzing fear in it. He roars a challenge with slavering jaws and blade held high, single eye burning murderously at it. Walks-Thin-Ice crouches, considering the creature, as his assailant flees. He eyes the advancing pack, as Final Strike moves in towards the standing creature. ~Fuck.~ he rumbles, and then snarls, ~We're committed! DEATH TO THE CREATURE! Healers! Stand ready!~ Fights-For-Hope moves again to his elder's side, finding Wildfire in the battle and moving to him. Checking for wounds that need immediate healing before regarding the giant beast and instructions on what to do next. The Ice-Walker growls to Dreamer, ~Hold your fire for the moment. Watch the fliers. Think. We're next.~ Wildfire continues to sound his savage snarl at the beast, continuing to enforce his will. Chaser snarls, half-frenzied and clearly barely holding back from an all-out charge, this time--having learned her lesson from the duel with the spiders. She is obviously in a battle fury, though, flexing her claws and growling to activate her own fetish. Child-Holder polishes off her spider quickly, then turns to the big enemy. She backs away slowly, returning to Agatha and Halfpaw's company to prepare to retrieve the wounded.

Dreamer sees that the manbane is being dealt with by those more suited to claw-to-claw combat and decides that the flyers are more his speed. He takes aim at one of the flying beasties and fires a few precise shots.

Dreamer pages to the room: Add to that that I am shooting at one NOT currently engaged or even NEAR Faces-Shadows.

Nightflash pages to the room: Faces-Shadows is invisible.

Dreamer pages to the room: There is that... amend then. Roger shoots at one that doesn't appear to be engaging an enemy. Rarr.

Slayer-of-Dreams starts to howl and bend to scoop up his attackers in his claws but the words of the Strider seem to almost slam into it; it strains not to bend lower, and succeeds for the most part. Then the freezing command from Seeker sends a ripple through the gibbering skins the thing is cloaked in, and they fall silent. The creature freezes, as chunks of it are excavated by the garou near it's legs. The creature tries to strain it's main tentacle towards Yi, but fails, though the strain is evident.

The wasp things seem to converse amongst themselves silently, watching the fight with eerie dispassion. At least until one of them gets four holes planted in it by Dreamer. The buzzing sound rises in pitch as three rise higher and away from the fight. The one that was shot, however, flits down towards Roger with amazing speed; the eyes flare a sickly purple, then a great whirling gout of purple balefire engulphs Roger. His screams echo horribly for a second before being reduced to whimpering gurgles.

Bitter Cup reaches Little Bear and Three-Blades and adds her claws to theirs, striving to take down Slayer-of-Dreams as quickly as possible. Sepdet's final approach ends in a Strider-sped leap as she tries to pincushion with all her claws the end of the tentacle flailing for Yi. Three-Blades continues to shred and rip away, every sound of pain echoing in her ears only serving to fuel her fury. Claws and fur covered in the creature's goo, she takes advantage of the momentary paralysis to wrap her claws around the thing's main tentacle base. Squeezing, twisting, shredding, the newmoon uses whatever strength she can muster to rip off the tentacle from its thick base. Little Bear does his level best to rip the thing's leg off at the knee. If that works, he'll beat him with it.

Seeker shouts, ~ATTACK NOW!~ and dives at the Thing, slashing at it twice with his kopsh in a rage-fueled fury. Watching the balfire and his Tribesmate in horror, Walks-Thin-Ice clutches at his head with the wrists, squeezing as he roars out ~CHILD-HOLDER!~ and turns bared teeth to the thing being attacked on all sides. ~LEAVE THOSE FUCKING FLIERS ALONE!~ he bellows to the others, before lowering his head and loping towards the bipedal Thing, with an increasing pace, and growl to match. ~And KILL that THING~. He neededn't have bothered with the order to the 'rescue' pack. They're already dashing in towards Roger, wary of the flying thing, but ready to heal, immediately. Wildfire figures its now time to attack the monstrosity while perhaps it's still a little slowed from gifts. He charges in, claws seeking purchase. Chaser lets the Rage loose, and darts around behind the creature's legs to hamstring it--an all-out attack with the force of frustration and fury behind it, as well as the speed of an enraged Garou.

Nightflash stops about fifteen feet from the wall, watching as the others crowd around the bipedal bane. ~Too crowded, but another comes. Wait for it.~ Rides-Fire shifts his weight back and forth as he growls acknowledgement. Reddened yellow eyes narrow at the wasp on Dreamer and his body tenses, but as graceful as the Stargazer is, he still does not have wings. Shadow-of-Blood stops, barely holding himself back, but his actions show agreemtn with his alpha. Meanwhile, he stands ready to attack, snarling at the wall, waiting with little patience for the second creature to appear.

Fights-For-Hope roars defiantly as he leaps up and using the weight of the hispo form and massive claws and teeth hangs on the giant tenticle, trying to tear it apart or pull it off from the point where Three-Blades rips at it, which ever happens first.

Dreamer is garbling out horrid semi-screams of pain as he shifts to the faster lupus form to run at full speed towards the healing pack, his leathery still functioning lungs flapping on his back like defunct wings.

The Thing squeals as chunks and sheet of it are pulled off in rapid succession. A large chunk of it's 'face' is torn off and gouts of thick black blood spray over the assembled groups. The thing's mouths cry out all at once and it's body boils away in a cloud of evil smelling mist. Blinded by sudden darkness, the wasp things retreat to the top of the complex and disappear, their observations finished.

From afar, to the room, REVEL_GM really has to go now, Fortunately, the thing is forced to dissapate and the wasps' job is done. The wall is mostly down and the pattern spiders scattered for now. A successful Revel, for the most part :) Good omen.

Nightflash, again, looks disappointed when nothing else comes over the wall. With a snarl of annoyance, he turns away, back toward the woods.

Little Bear doesn't even pause as the thing begins to dissipate, but grabs Fights-For-Hope by the back of the neck and flings him like a rag doll. He snarls something that ends with ~ Wyrmcomers!~

In the mist of the dissipation, and the spray of blood, the Ice-Walker roars with rage; rage touched with the pain of premature sorrow. ~There is no more foe! There /is no more foe/! Leave this cursed place and tend the wounded!~ A good portion of this is directed at Little Bear-- the gore-covered Wyrmfoe stalking towards the Wendigo with lingering fury in his eyes.

Sepdet falls with an expected thump as the tentacle vanishes under her, and takes a second to get her bearings before noticing personnel problems. She stands up and shoves her clawed hand over Little Bear's nose, clamping down. ~We killed it,~ she says, low and distinctly, trying to lock eyes with the maddened Wendigo.

Three-Blades drops to the ground when the body dissipates, landing on all fours. Little Bear's action causes her to stand up and snarl at her packmate. Her ears flatten back, as she moves to intervene as well. ~Let's get out of here first, and then worry about Wyrmcomers.~

Chaser snarls, looking around for a further enemy. Like many of them, she is spattered in ichor and blood, arms gory to the elbows. ~Let them come,~ she growls, nearly incoherent. Then she turns and stalks toward the incipient fight, baring her teeth at the Wendigo.

Little Bear's eyes blaze and he grabs his alpha by the throat. Digging his claws in, he _pulls_.

Fights-For-Hope roars as Little Bear tries to throw him a distance but only succeeds in making the Get slide away a good distance before regaining his feet. Quickly with raged speed close to frenzing he leaps on Little Bear and tries to get his jaws around the frenzied Garou's throat.

Wildfire stands amid what gore is around him and on him, howling once as victory is met. He lumbers forward, eyeing the Wendigo, but makes his way towards Final Strike.

Three-Blades bears her teeth angrily and makes a rush to interrupt Little Bear's throat grab to his own alpha. Her arms lock around his, interrupting what throat-tearing he hand in mind.

Walks-Thin-Ice's hands ball up into fists as he charges to pull the Strider free and to one side. As the Garou start to pile onto their frenzied comrade, he growls, ~Knock him out!~

Bitter Cup turns her head to the side and drills Little Bear with a gaze. She bites out, ~No one touch him.~

Sepdet's brief mental touch with her packmate warns her a second too late of the problem, and she struggles to shift down and thus dislodge his grip. Blood flies as one person or another pulls a limp jackal free of the carnage.

With rage-born speed, Chaser steps in to interfere: she grabs Fights-for-Hope by one shoulder and roars, ~Stand DOWN!~

Little Bear turns halfway, using rage himself to meet Fights-for-Hope's charge halfway, snarling. Sepdet is pulled from his grip and forgotten as Garou after Garou pile on.

Three-Blades has Sepdet in her arms, dragging the alpha away from her Wendigo packmate and off to the side. Once a safe few feet from the galliard she sets down the Strider and looks at the injury first.

Fights-For-Hope almost goes down under the pile of Garou but instead his massive weight is jerked out of the fray by Chaser. He turns at first to almost roar at Chaser but noticing who it is he snorts heavily and just dips his head. ~Thanks, Rhya.~ Is all he says as he tries to shake his head of the rage that clouds it.

Little Bear cocks a claw back to nail Fights-for-Hope while he's pinned but freezes and stares instead.

The Talon theurge just watches impassively. Something in his posture indicates that he is unsurprised, expecting little better from those born of two-legs.

You paged the room with 'Don't suppose anyone's doing a Sense Wyrm on LB?'.

Wildfire pages to the room: Dunt got it.

The Ice-Walker frowns at the Alpha's command, but has seen this in action, before. He's suddenly stepping back-- but still so close to the Wendigo. Instead, he growls lowly, stretching his arms wide. ~You want Wyrmcomer blood, Little Bear? Sink your claws into Glass Walker flesh.~

Chaser turns to snarl something at Little Bear, but holds back after Bitter-Cup delivers her order. She growls, low in her throat. ~Stop this. We go, /now/. Those who need care must have it. We are through here.~

Wildfire lumbers on, still watching the dogpile on the Wendigo impassively until he nears the Talon's side. Once there he crouches down onto his haunches, one hand down for balance, and shares a word with the theurge.

Bitter Cup levels Walks-Thin-Ice a stare. ~He can't hear you,~ she says shortly. ~You taunt to no purpose.~ Going over to the Wendigo, she inspects him with a snarl. ~Too bad I can't force him to shift,~ comes the mutter. ~If he's possessed, we should get out of here before we deal with that.~

Chaser snarls a soft agreement. "Yes."

Walks-Thin-Ice lowers his arms, stilling. And then wiping some of the gore from his arms. ~Home, then. Can he be moved?~

Three-Blades looks up from Sepdet, ears flattened. ~If you sent him back to the Realm, he would break the Veil. Someone knock him out.~ The newmoon levels a gaze at Bitter-Cup a moment, before looking away to the Wendigo.

Bitter Cup says, ~He can be carried. Just not struck or injured in any way. Gaia's grace shatters when ill is introduced.~

Hope-Star stirs in Yi's arms and gives a gurgling growl of frustration. Should have seen /that/. With a shudder, she shrinks the rest of the way, making herself as portable as possible.

Patrick reappears beside his packmate, feet now touching the ground. "We're outta here. Someone else want to carry Mr. High-and-Mighty for a major irony, or do I need to throw him over a shoulder so he doesn't haveto touch another so-called Wyrmcomer?"

From afar, to the room, Bitter Cup chuckles. The gift desciption actually just says 'attack' but I think accidnely-on-purpse dropping him down a mine shaft would probably break it. ;)

Bitter Cup says dryly, ~He's probably going to be insulted by it all regardless. But let's get him back. If he is possessed, I should be able to see the spirit once we have him in the realm.~

Three-Blades shifts down to glabro so she can take off her rather gory, enlarged jacket to wrap around Sepdet and staunch the blood flow. ~Hang on there, Sepdet.~ She scoops up the jackal, and looks back towards her other packmate.

Walks-Thin-Ice nods curly, and hitches a shoulder. ~The shoulder sounds good to me. Let's pack up and go home. We're done here. I think everyone's learnt something today, and we were mostly successful.~ He starts moving towards the small pack of healers, and their work on Dreamer. They murmur quietly to each other for a moment, and then Walks-Thin-Ice moves to gently pick up the lupine Dreamer, wary of the external lungs. He grunts for them to tend to Sepdet's throat, and then starts to walk off in a different direction. ~There's room for anyone who wants it at the Walker Safehouse. Follow me, if you're coming.~ Wildfire gets back to his feet after saying his bit to the lone Talon. ~I got him, if no one objects.~ He doesn't look like he will accept an objection though as he just resolutely steps forward to the Wendigo.

Shadow-of-Blood chuffs at the Get, then turns along with the rest of Final Strike to head back home.

Chaser glances to the Get, narrowing her eyes. She doesn't offer a word, however--just jerks her chin to John in farewell, and gives Wildfire a hand with the unconscious party.

From afar, to the room, Walks-Thin-Ice grabs his Tribesmate and trundles off home without a scratch on him, and most of his rage intact. Woe to anything that stands in the way. Triage folk are free for other people to use. There's three uses of Mother's Touch handy, but I don't think anyone's going to need it that bad.