3/24/2006

07:02 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (31% full).
It is currently 18:53 Pacific Time on Fri Mar 24 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the west at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.92 and steady, and the relative humidity is 49 percent. The dewpoint is 31 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Umbra: Center of the Caern
A subtly spine-vibrating thrum of power issues once again from the once-dead caern, pricking hairs and fur. Slowly but surely, the rejuvinating actions of the Garou have slowly been transforming the recently spiritually dead caern back into something befitting a caern. The caern is once again alive with a variety of spirits, though spirits of war seem a rarity now, and Wendigo spirits are never seen. The caern, visually, falls just short of the wildest rural utopia imaginable. Only hints of the previous pollution remain--slightly less than green grass, young sapling trees where there ought to be mighty oaks and pines--and these are things that, with time and care, should eventually replace what was lost.
The air crackles with tingles of spiritual potency, though it's obvious to Garou who'd witnessed the caern earlier that the caern just isn't quite as powerful and potent as it was before the BSD invasion.
Contents:
Dillen
Vera
Obvious exits:
South  North  West  

Vera allows Dillen to lead the way into the Caern, as his packmate is the one missing. The Alpha follows him into the Umbra, where she waits for the Pack totem to arrived. Hands behind her back, Vera stands in a typical military 'at ease' pose.

Dillen makes his way in, leading Vera. "Well. Here is hoping." As he shifts into lupus and gives a howl to the corporeal air. A call to his pack totem for help and information.

Snaekolfr is not quick in coming. The Fenris spirit comes from the southern side of the caern, his paws barely touching the ground despite the hispo-size of the Requiem spirit. *What?* snaps the totem, annoyed. His ever-angered eyes look Vera up and down appraisingly.

Vera is far from the most physically imposing figure, but she has her confidence and her pure breed. She appears unfazed by the Totem's spirit's arrival, remaining in the same at ease position.

Dillen grows up and into Crinos. He gives a quick nod of respect to his totem before beginning. ~Vera, Separates-The-Wheat-From-Chaff, Adren and Sept Alpha and I wish to ask your indulgence for some help. It seems some of the members of the caern are missing and we seek to see if you may know where Daggers-Edge may be. They have been gone for some time and if they are in battle I would wish to be at their side!" He puffs himself up at the words, showing what pure breed he has.

*WHAT?!* That's the first reaction out of the white wolf, his fur almost seeming to grow outwards with his display of Rage. Though Vera isn't likely to understand, the body language alone ought to be enough. *That fool's run off again!?* Now, the totem's pawsteps have weight. The chain that swings to and fro around his neck clinks quite loudly as he paces back and forth as a caged lion would. *I told him last time, the /coward/, if he runs...* The totem doesn't finish his thought, as his attention strains to bend back towards the other pair of Garou. *And why can't you keep track of your own, Bloods-Bane? Are the protectors here that Stupid?*

Vera lifts up her chin, remaining calm and unmoving in the face of the spirit's anger. The fact that the anger is not directed at her, probably helps a great deal.

Dillen looks to the totem. ~He is making a change in his life. For the better, I had hoped.~ The Alpha folds his arms across his chest. ~When one wishes to leave his past behind and move on with their life, you tend to give them a little more. I am not stupid. I want a better pack to serve under you. Now. You can tell me where he is or we can fight and argue. I'd rather whet my claws with wyrm.~ He snarls out.

Snaekolfr takes all but two leaps, right for the Get galliard, jaws wide and large enough to bite a human's head into a crunchy watermelony pulp. It's a charge, and when he's up closer, they can get a sense of just how big the totem is in actuality. Quite. *You challenge me, pup?! Come then, I'll tear your skinny ass apart!* Vera is all but ignored, in light of the tense fight that seems on the verge of brewing.

Without moving, Vera slowly bulks up into Crinos. Her ears are pressed forward, while the hackles along her back betray the tension in her body.

Bloods-Bane looks up at his totem. ~I will always fight when one is offered.~ He stands his ground, looking at his totem, unafraid. ~Tear my ass apart. I will heal and then come right back to ask the same question.~ He growls out, arms still crossed across his chest. ~So be however you wish.~

Snaekolfr stands intolerably close, jaws still open, dripping with an ephemeral froth that has built up between his dagger-sized fangs. The spirit stares unafraid at the galliard - as if there were no such thing as Fear defined within. *Ask your question, Pup.* There is no real movement to the totem's posture, save the Umbral wind rippling over the fur of all three.

~Where is Daggers-Edge? My packmate.~ Dillen still stands his ground, looking up at the totem, a stern look on his face. He saves any extra questions for after Snae's response.

Snaekolfr snorts once, tail lashing with restlessness. *If I knew that, I'd tell you.*

Culls-The-Herd sighs heavily, ears slicking back across her skull.

Bloods-Bane lets out a long breath and ponders for a moment, ~If you see him. Come find me.~ Dillen grunts out. ~Thank you for your time.~ He bows his head once again. ~Edge and several others are missing. It would be good if we found them.~

Snaekolfr's head lifts a level. *If you want me to search for him, you better be prepared to wait. And you better be prepared for me to drag that stupid Shadow Lord back here by his tail if he's run off.* There's a heavy implication that the Fenris would do much more, and much worse, but he's not caring to elaborate on his methods of retrieval at this point.

Bloods-Bane nods his head in response. ~I would prefer that honor.~ Dillen growls out to the totem and takes a deep breath before continuing. ~There is more at stake, I am afraid. We need to find them. Missing garou are not good. Search and then come tell me. This will be better for all. /I/ will deal with Daggers-Edge if he has not seen the way to change.~ In his words is a solemn promise.

Snaekolfr snorts again, growling rather of matter-of-factly, *So find them. If they all left together, then they're probably together anyway. Unless they hate each other's guts. Then you really should wonder why.* He turns to leave. The Fenris gives the Sept Alpha one last lookover, licking the front of his muzzle, and then he trots off. The chain clinking fades as he heads back south.

Bloods-Bane turns to look back at the sept alpha as he shifts back into his human form. "Best I can do." He lets out a deep breath and shakes his head, "Okay. Who is missing and when were they all seen last?" He speaks, heading to get back onto solid ground.

Culls-The-Herd relaxes once the spirit leaves, shifting back down into her birth form. "I cannot find Clemency, or Abraxas. I saw them both last week."

"He says he will look for them." Dillen looks to where the totem left. "He will let me know if he finds them."

Vera sighs softly and nods. "Thank you for your help. Please pass word about this, just incase there are others missing."

"I will. Be right on it." Dillen nods his head. "Thank you for letting me know."

Vera scowls momentarily. "You may want to speak with Emma. I requested that she talk to you about Kenneth and she said she'd rather not poke her nose into my business. I do not know what she was thinking to make that sort of comment, but she didn't think it was something worth coming to you about."

Dillen tilts his head to one side. "I shall. Thank you for letting me know."

Vera lifts and lowers her shoulders in a simple shrug. "I do not know her thoughts, only that she dislikes me greatly and I believe that colours her actions. Thankyou for your time Dillen and I wish you luck in finding your packmate." That said, Vera focuses on reaching across the gauntlet and returning to the Realm.