Elder Moot
3/20/2006
06:13 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (59% full).
It is currently 18:04 Pacific Time on Mon Mar 20 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.67 and steady, and the relative humidity is 48 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
The Sept Compound(#2075RAM)
Sweeping branches of trees form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing, no more than an open space of grasses and beaten earth in the heart of the forest. Some pains have been taken to keep wear and tear on the area to a minimum, so the firepit tends to shift from time to time. The firepit, several sawn logs polished from use, and a stack of firewood discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce under a tarp, are the only signs of constant occupation. However, those of a naturalistic bent might think that some minimal landscaping or planning had been done, for nestled among the winter-browned grasses are a few hardy perennials that, come spring, will create a profusion of color in the clearing.
A faint trail leads off to the east, and a bit north.
Contents:
Vera
Circle Keeper
Stacey
Laura
Cole
Dillen
Obvious exits:
Forest
Vera arrives with Laura at her side. Hands stuffed into her pockets, the Shadow Lord remains silent, eyes looking over the compound.
[look Vera (homid)]
Vera is a woman of average height in her mid to late twenties whose features have been prematurely aged though hardship and the elements. Prominent crows feet are visible on the woman's face, along with a number of deep lines around her mouth and across her forehead. Plain dark brown hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, framing fairly angular features and a smallish nose. The woman's eyes are a dark brown, almost black in colour and hold little emotion. She carries herself with an aura of confidence and there is the faintest hint of a Russian accent in her voice.
The woman dresses in a fairly neat clothes, consisting of a pair of black pants and a flattering red top. Around her neck, Vera wears a dark iron brooch shaped in the form of a perched crow, polished black. The bird's features a extenuated by a pair of tiny red gemstones for eyes. Known for being thieves, the crow appears to have stolen a pearl that almost seems to look like a miniature moon plucked from the sky. A heavy thigh-length black leather jacket protects the woman from the cold, complete with a fur-lined hood.
(Shadow Lord PB: 4)
[look Circle Keeper (lupus)]
From black nose to white tail, this full grown adult is a classic display of Canis Lupus Arctos. The three year-old's thick coat is the near-white of a wolf of the arctic, stretched over a sharp and stocky frame. He stands about two and a half tall at the shoulder; from tip to tail he's four and a half feet long. He looks well worked and well fed: muscles slide under his coat when he moves, padded by a healthy amount of meat. Slightly short and rounded ears, as well as sharp yellow eyes finish off his head. Like other wolves of the same subspecies, his legs are shorter than normal, and his paws look much more broad. He often favours his left hind leg just so slightly. Among his coat are about as many scars as one would expect for a wolf of his age. (+details set)
Carrying:
War Spear
[look Stacey (homid)]
Stacey has long, light brown curls that frame her oval-shaped face. The preteen's features are soft and childlike, with a small nose, slightly prominent cheekbones, and large hazel eyes. A fading tan and a few freckles color her otherwise fair complexion. This slender girl is wearing blue jeans with a black short-sleeved shirt that reads "PEACE" across the front in bold, white lettering and "...or else" across the back, along with white tennis shoes. A leather thong necklace with a pendant of a dove carved of smooth white shell with bits of mother-of-pearl on either side is tied around her neck.
[look Laura (homid)]
Laura is compact, probably no more than five foot six. Her skin tone is olive, and she's obviously spent a good deal of time in the sun. Her hair is short, cut just below the jawline. Her eyes are hazel, brownish-green if you want to be specific. Nothing about her face really stands out, aside from a thin scar leading from her nose to her ear on the left side. She looks to be in her early twenties, though there's a suggestion in her expression that she's seen more of life than average for that age group.
She is slender, with very little muscle mass or physical presence. She's wearing a jean jacket over a black tank top and ratty black combat pants. The thigh pockets have something in them, though what it is isn't entirely obvious. When she moves, she favors her left leg, limping a little.
[look Cole (homid)]
He looks to be in his early twenties, this young man. A careful eye might notice subtle signs that he's perhaps younger than he looks, however. There's a sense of energy about him, barely contained, that often disappears a good while before one reaches adulthood, as he has. He stands an inch under six feet in height, with the build of someone who is familiar with a hard day's work or makes regular visits to the gym.
He looks like he could be the poster child for Irish-American today, if such a publication existed. His skin is mostly pale, with a spattering of very faint freckles visible on the bridge of his nose. His hair is a warm shade of auburn, and from all appearances, it's very well cared for, cut short and styled in a nonchalant manner. His features are expressive, a smile coming just as easily as a glare from his grey eyes. He's handsome, with the strong features one might expect to find on the silver screen. He wears a simple black tee over his broad shoulders, the slogan 'Can I be a mongoose-dog?' in neon green over the picture of a comically vacant cartoon canine. A pair of new bluejeans are tucked into a pair of hiking boots that seem to have seen more wear and tear than the rest of the outfit combined. A necklace spans his throat, with an iron pendant in the shape of fire at the end of the chain.
He carries himself with an unconcious grace and even nobility, easy to spot when he's not slouched with youthful disregard.
Carrying:
Faded map
[look Dillen (homid)]
A thick layer of hair grows on Dillen's head, shaggy now and bleached blonde for some reason. It hangs in his eyes and is often pushed out of the way with his hand. His attire is that of one who is eclectic and likes his own style. He wears a white t-shirt and a pair of black pants, tucked into knee high combat boots. Around his upper half is a leather biker jacket, complete with blue flames coming up the sleeves. Grey eyes that are just about clear are the only really stunning thing about him. Around his neck is a thick leather collar, made up of several contoured leather plates, bound with bone or horn, and strapped together with what appears to be waxed sinew. It's either some kind of new fashion statement, or Midwestern bondage gear. His build has improved since he came to St. Claire as a skinny kid, he now has broad shoulders and good muscle definition. His looks would place him in his mid to late teens and he would seem to be about six feet tall. A newly healing scar is across his jaw as well as several scars that are raked down his arm. He wears a wedding band on his right hand.
[look Yi (homid)]
Though petite at about 5'4" with a slim, boyish figure, Yi hardly gives off the impression of a helpless, fragile woman. A quiet confidence ripples through her Canton-British accented voice, and every movement she makes marks her as a naturally lithe person. Her hair grows out long and straight, styled dependant on the occassion but usually left to hang naturally.
Yi is one who bears the signs and manner of a hard life on the streets and can be rough around the edges. Thin scars inflicted by some sharp implement cut along parts of her exposed skin, while other particular marks suggest deeper past trauma.
Most of the marks are hidden beneath her clothing that is deliberately picked to be covering and filled with spaces and folds. The layers she wears serve to keep her warm, yet light enough for travel. An oversized, fading yellow-green jacket serves as a shield against the elements. Underneath it, a rather sunny pastel yellow V-neck sweater overlays a grey, thin longsleeve material. Her fading black jeans are baggy, picked out from the vintage store no doubt with a nod towards some attempt at fashion sense. The cuffs fall over scuffed, weathered boots. On occassion, she sports accessories like a black bandanna and a dog's chokechain looped around her neck loosely, tagged on the bottom with a metallic dogtag dubbing her 'Ghost'. (+details available)
Yi arrives not long after at a steady jog. Her pace slows, and she brushes a hand through her hair. Her face is somewhat flushed with a light sheen of sweat that promptly gets wiped away with her sleeve as she looks around. Vera receives a short dip of her head, Laura a nod, and any others also nods.
Though Laura arrives with Vera, she sets herself a few steps apart from the Shadow Lord after they reach the Sept Compound. She studies Yi briefly when the Gnawer arrives, greeting her with a respectful incline of her head.
Cole shows up in the form of his birth, wearing a thick hooded sweatshirt. The hood is drawn up. The Fianna is silent, an unusual situation. Those gathered get a respectful nod before he stares off into space.
Circle Keeper trots into the compound from the north, the white wolf making no great note of his arrival.
Stacey walks into the clearing, thumbs hooked on her pockets. She smiles at those present, offering a respectful nod to Vera, and then goes to stand near Circle Keeper.
Dillen makes his way into the sept compound. He's still walking a little slow and taking his time as he comes upon the others in his birth form.
Vera makes her way around the Compound and comes to a stop in front of the woodpile. "Well, it seems that nearly everyone is here. Let us begin." With those words, Vera shifts into an impressive looking black Crinos, neck decorated by a necklace of vampire fangs. ~We gather here with representatives of the Tribes to speak of things that will affect this Sept and those that call it home. It is a time for concerns to be voiced and dealt with. Plans to be laid and events to be discussed. On that note, does anyone here have any news that they would like to tell?~
Circle Keeper looks around at the gathered, nose sniffing at the air as he eyes Dillen, Laura, and Yi almost skeptical like. He licks his nose, before making his way around to the otherside of his packmate where he settles on his haunches.
When Cole speaks, there's something definitely different about his voice. It's sibilant in odd places, flat in others. "I'll speak of the Rite last night, but it isn't pressing business. Let anything more urgent be brought up first."
Dillen gives a scratch of his head and looks about. "I have some news. Nothing pressing though." He looks about to the others.
Laura's eyes narrow as the meeting begins, apparently missing a few. She looks outwards, then at the others around her. When the count comes up short, she crosses her arms over her chest. "I would like to hear more of what happened in the fields surrounding the Farmhouse, as I only saw the result of the fight," she says.
Yi receives the look from Circle Keeper with a neutral one of her own. Her eyes travel towards Vera as the Shadow Lord shifts, then to Cole, and the Gnawer takes a moment to ripple up to her Crinos form as well. ~I am here in my elder's stead,~ she explains with a rumble. ~I have news of my own I believe the Elders should hear, but... better tribes first.~ Her muzzle dips lightly to signify for others to proceed before her.
Stacey glances down at Circle Keeper as he switches sides, then listens to the others, remaining silent.
Culls-The-Herd draws in a breath, then releases it with a soft huff. ~Speak, Bloods-Bane.~
Dillen takes a breath and then announces with a sense of pride. "I am now a father. My wife and I just had a baby girl. We were not able to have her tested with the rite, but we hope to at the next galliard moon."
Cole grunts, cracking a tight-lipped smile. He mutters something quietly to the Get.
Culls-The-Herd grins toothily. ~Congratulations Bloods-Bane of the Get of Fenris, may Gaia bless you and your daughter breed true.~ The Adren pauses for a moment, then continues. ~As there has been a request to tell of the recent events at the farmhouse, I will speak of them,~ Culls-The-Herd rumbles. ~Four Fomori showed up at the farmhouse and painted the barn wall with obscene grafitti. Needless to say, they were spotted and terminated by Bitter-Harvest and a new comer by the name of Lune-Calmer, of whom I will speak more of later. I arrived as the last of the Fomori were killed and supervised the cleanup effort. The Fomori appeared to be students from SCCU and I have given photocopies of the ID that was found on the bodies to Requiem. They Fomori had a large about of the beer Mister Fister with them, which has caused problems in the past. We need to find out where this beer is being made and put a stop to its production. I also scouted the surrounding buildings in the area and located a number of other tags. Which would suggest that the fomori showing up at our farm was a fluke, but I have no intention of taking chances and have since ordered the cubs to remain on the Bawn for now.~
Laura grins at Dillen's news, looking at the ground for a moment before glancing up at the gathering again. "The bodies of the fomor were burned," she adds, looking more serious. "I performed a Rite of Cleansing on the area, and it has been found to be clean of Taint."
Circle Keeper's response to Dillen's announcement is decidedly mute, as is any response to the announcement of the Fomor at the farmhouse. Laura's addition elicits a response from the Uktena, however: This one wants to know, was the place tainted by the horned snake?
Stacey gives a proud grin to Dillen before returning her attention to Vera, frowning at the news. She also tilts her head curiously, waiting for Laura's answer to her packmate's question.
Laura drops her eyes in deference to the Uktena. "I did not check for the scent of the Enemy initially. One of the fomor was liquid, and I was concerned that in such a state, its own taint could spread quickly. I performed the Rite, and used the gift to search for the Enemy's presence afterwards."
Culls-The-Herd crosses her arms and remains silent as the discussion continues.
Runner twitches her lips back into a very shortlived smile at Dillen's announcement, and as the discussion moves on she adds in, ~The car of the fomori was taken care of. It should be in the custody of the human police, by now.~ Again, there is that brief, firm smugness about it, and then the Gnawer is back to a neutral state.
Circle Keeper neither congratulates nor condemns upon hearing this, licking muzzle. He sniffs in Stacey's direction slightly, becoming distracted.
~As I said earlier, there was a newcomer at the farmhouse by the name of Lune-Calmer, who did battle with the Fomori,~ Culls-The-Herd rumbles. ~A Metis Theurge of the Silver Fangs, holding the Rank of Cliath. I spoke with him after the Fomori were dealt with and found that he had been at the farmhouse for three days, yet I had not been informed of his presence. From what I was told, he was greeted by Blackriver of the Silver Fangs and Cycle-Breaker of the Black Furies. He was deemed clean of taint, then Cycle-Breaker brought him to the farmhouse. While this is hardly unusual, neither Blackriver nor Cycle-Breaker saw fit to inform myself, the Guardians, or the Warder of this newcomer.~
Cole frowns at the news. "At least the cubs aren't around, exposed to this batshit new guy without us knowing."
Runner looks back towards Cole, ears skewing. ~At least he has the sense in his 'batshit' head to stay off the Bawn when he has not been approved to set foot on it. And defends our territories selflessly, despite his being a newcomer.~
If he did not fight, he would be guilty of law breaking. Circle Keeper reminds Yi sharply. His tail irks behind him, eyes rounded slightly.
Cole nods toward Runner. "Pointtaken," he responds. "Though I'd expect the same of any Garou for any Sept."
Culls-The-Herd's ears slick back and her hackles lift along her spine. ~Bringing a newcomer to the farmhouse without informing the Guardians, Warder, or myself is unacceptable. I have since granted Lune-Calmer Guest status and informed the Guardians and Warder of his presence. I fully intend to speak with Cycle-Breaker and Blackriver about this incident. I would like to make it very clear that if this happens again, those that do not tell the Guardians or myself of newcomers, will be dealt with harshly. Please make certain that your Tribes are informed of this, as we don't want any misunderstandings.~
Laura closes her eyes briefly, then nods. She glances at the others, then drops her eyes again.
Cole simply nods, shifting restlessly from foot to foot.
Reflection comes stalking into the the compound from the east, and though he moves slowly now he breathes heavily as evidence of recent exhertion.
Runner only shrugs at Circle Keeper, and her eyes return to the Sept Alpha with a silent acknowledgement of the proclamation.
Stacey nods her agreement before glancing at Reflection as he arrives.
Culls-The-Herd sighs heavily, hackles smoothing out as the Warder arrives. ~Good day Warder. Your Tribesmate can inform you as to what has already transpired.~ Culls' shifts from from foot to another, causing her necklace to rattle tunelessly. ~I have one more thing to speak off. Have all here heard of my announcement concerning Gypsy?~
Reflection stomps a foot at the ground with a shake as he moves in a form of acknowledging the alpha. He moves to stand beside Dillen, dominance held strongly as he regards the cliath for a brief moment before looking over the rest. ~I had a planting to see to.~ Is all he growls out quite roughly then he sits, never quite relaxing.
Circle Keeper silently gives an affirmitive to Vera's question, only casting attention to Jamethon fleetingly.
Cole snorts scornfully, nodding that he has, in fact, heard. He draws his hood up higher about his face.
Tu slips into the compound area, the bottom of his trenchcoat stained with mud and sporting a few brush brambles. He moves like a student late for class, trying to slip in as unobtrusively as possible.
Laura gives a short nod to the alpha. She also manages a completely neutral expression.
Stacey nods as well, crossing her arms. As Tu arrives, her attention once more briefly leaves the Alpha.
Culls-The-Herd grunts. ~I would ask all here to remember to respect the Tribes that reside here. If you have an interest in another Tribes kinfolk, talk to the Elder of the Kinfolk's Tribe and get permission before becoming involved in any way. If they do not give permission, live with it. Just as we do not take the cubs of another Tribe, we should not take their kinfolk. Please inform your Tribes of this.~
Runner only sits back on the mentioned part of Gypsy, and note of kin.
Cole nods to Tu when he shows up, then once more when the note on kinfolk is mentioned.
Tu settles near his ex-packmate, listening to the proclamations from the Alpha. When an appropriate lull occurs, he leans in and whispers something to Cole.
Reflection snorts when this statement is given, his posture indicating clearly that his tribe is of no worry in this regard. He then however nods his head to the Alpha and offers: Of course. He then flows into the homid form, shifting body moving so that he sitting cross-legged when it is complete. "Of course," he repeats now in English.
Laura's nod of agreement is quick. She gives no accompanying comment.
Stacey nods once again to Vera, in agreement with her words.
Culls-The-Herd waits to make certain that everyone has had time to say their piece, then continues. ~Are there any here who have news, or concerns that they would like to bring forward? If not, we will allow Howls-For-Glory to answer the call of his Auspice and and tell us of the Rite or Reawakening.~
Tu nods at a reply from Cole, keeping his eyes on the Alpha as she speaks. At her question, he glances around to the others, but appears to have nothing to add himself.
Jamethon looks to Cole and offers in a report-like fashion, "The acorn has been planted in fertile ground with proper ritual and sacrifice of blood and spirit to it's health."
Runner does perk up a moment, looking around to see if anyone has something to say before her. ~Few nights ago,~ she says, ~Bloods-Bane and my tribemates fought and killed some servants of the bloodsuckers.~ Her hackles stand up when she says this, particularly on the last word. ~They were not vampires themselves. Only human. Perhaps Bloods-Bane can explain more about the fight. I can only explain that the bodies were burned, and the car of their possession has been destroyed. It seems, there are still leeches in our city.~ The ragabash sucks in a short breath, and adds, ~The silver weapons they used, I have taken to the Fianna kin that works with silver to be gotten rid of. The blade of silver was broken, as were the two needles.~
Cole looks over at Runner briefly at the mention of Twist, frowning. "Silver weapons. Wonderful." He flicks his gaze back to Vera briefly and listens intently to any forthcoming commentary.
Culls-The-Herd's hackles lift and she bares her teeth in a silent snarl. ~Needles?~
"Vampires are like rat.... alligators in the sewers. Every city has them, you just need to know where to look.", Tu says in response to Runner's report.
Dillen nods his head to Runner. "Like from the woman's hair. They were hunting a kid and we went down to investigate. They had one silver knife, used it on me, Aaron, and Masao. They are dead now, as well as the boy. The boy was questioned by me and we were told they were vampires and were hunting him to make him one as well."
Circle Keeper's jaws part slightly, lowering his front end down to watch and listen to the proceedings from there.
~Then they may be mustering their forces,~ Culls-The-Her rumbles, sounding less then pleased.
Runner eyes Tu a short time, ears flicking back then forward, before affirming to Culls with nod. ~Hair needles. The kind to hold up your hair when it is long.~ The ragabash glances at the Get galliard, as something he says makes her lips curl in an angered disgust. The Gnawer looks down after, eyes down on the ground as she takes a moment to compose herself.
Jamethon looks clearly disturbed, angry in fact, at the news of Vampire activity as he turns his eyes towards Vera. "I'll leave taking the fight to whatever leeches are in St. Claire to you, Alpha. Should my help be required, you know where I am." He looks around again and seems thoughtful of something for a moment. "Unless there is more to say about the damn leeches, I have something which I want the Galliards to spread for me..." he looks towards Dillen then Cole, and waits to see if anyone else has another comment on the leeches before moving on.
"I will make sure my packmates are alerted," Laura says quickly, glancing at the Shadow Lord. "Emma will want to know that the vampires are getting more active."
Culls-The-Herd sighs heavily. ~Tell us what the boy told you Bloods-Bane, in detail. How much did this boy know?~
You paged Dillen with 'In case you wanted to know: Eliot, Mister Paranoia, swallows down. The longer he stares at Masao with those bright baby blues, the more pathetic he seems. But there's clearly understanding in his eyes. He knows. He has indeed, seen. "They wanted to take me back," he utters in answer. "I can't go back... but they'll keep looking. Because I'm the same. I'm..." he breaks off in a whimper, a shudder, one that reeks like a druggie undergoing withdrawal. Then Eliot surges up to his feet, also at the same eye-impossible speed. But he makes no attack. He's there, standing, shivering. "Kill me, before the vampires do. I know I'm gonna die..."'.
Jamethon looks to Vera now, and then silently towards Dillen. He appears quite patient.
Dillen thinks and then speaks, "It was a hurried moment. The boy asked me to kill him and I did. He had said that he was the same as them, that he couldn't go back or they would kill him. And that he knew he was gonna die."
Cole shakes his head, looking disgusted. "A fucking waste."
Culls-The-Herd gives her head a light shake. ~Your mercy is commendable, but it would have been nice to know were he 'could not go back to'. We must find the Leeches lairs, before we can destroy them.~
Runner growls loudly, only expressing added discomfort and underlying anger as the discussion continues.
"The fact that they're hunting children would suggest they're not very organized, I would think. Children are the easiest prey. Children, and the homeless." Tu thinks for a moment. "We may want to have some people hide among the homeless for a while. See if they can lure one of them out."
Laura wraps her arms around her waist and glowers at nothing in particular after Tu's words.
~Not a boy,~ Runner interrupts. ~They were young, but not children.~
Culls-The-Herd gives her head and shake and sighs heavily. ~Dillen, see if any have recently gone missing from SCCU. Warder, you had something you wished to say?~
Tu nods his head. "Sorry. Boy to me means child." He falls quiet, looking towards the Warder.
Dillen nods his head to Culls in answer to her words.
Circle Keeper, meanwhile, seems entirely only passingly intrested in all the city talk.
Jamethon nods and looks over the entire group. "Those of the city, I wish you well in your Leech-Hunt." He pauses for a moment then after a hard breath continues, eyes seeming to unfocuse slightly for any attentive to such things, "My time as Gatekeeper has strengthed my knowledge and connection with the spirit world. Now much time away from the role has allowed me to reflect on that strengthening" His expression becomes concerned and his eyes dart down and to the side, then up to the sky, "I had a dream. Or a vision. Call it what you will, it was guided by a soul not my own. Soon I will be holding a competition... a grand challenge. To the victor goes my full efforts to craft the first Fetish the Hidden Walk has seen created in... a very very long time. It has been too long since we have had new fetishes of power here. All are invited to participate from newest Cliath," He looks over a few of the Cliaths, "to most honorable Adren." He then, predictably looks over Vera. "This will not be a competition to see who the best and mightiest Garou among us is. Rather it is to see whose spirit is, as my dream told me one among us is, ready for the privledge and responsibility. When I am prepared, I will spread news of the time and place for the grand challenge."
Circle Keeper's interest peaks, pushing himself up slightly as he looks on over sideways at James. The Gears are obviously grinding away in his head, but he by no means announces his thoughts.
Stacey sits next to Circle Keeper, arms still crossed, and listens to the discussion without comment, although she doesn't seem particularly happy about the idea of vampires. James' proclamation is met with no small amount of surprise, the Child's brows raising with interest.
Cole listens intently to Jamethon's message. Haflway through, when it becomes apparent what the gist of that message is, his eyes widen. A look very near to reverent takes hold of him. By the time the Fenrir is finished speaking, he nods. "That's news, indeed. I'll make sure that everyone hears of it." His right hand fiddles with something at his throat, beneath thefolds ofhis sweatshirt.
Culls-The-Herd's ears perk forward and she considers the Warder intently for a moment, then merely bobs her head in acknowledgement.
Laura's head comes up immediately, and she gives Jamethon a wide-eyed look. She swallows hard, one arm dropping to drum at her leg.
Runner, much like the others, jerks her head up at the announcement. ~What kind of fetish?~
Jamethon seems to looks troubled still, despite the excitement and surprise from those around him. "I... only hope I am up to the task," he says, "when the time comes. It has been," he repeats the words from before, "Too long." Then at Runner's question he offers, "The fetish will be crafted to fit the spirit of the victor. This is all I know for now."
~Is there anything else?~ Culls' asks, looking at those gathered.
Runner dips her head to the Warder, and then pushes down on the moment again. ~I said I had news of my own, but I bring this to the Council of Elders. The tire yard fire has not been spoken of since Cycle Breaker, Rusty and I scouted its Shadow.~ Here, she looks a little annoyed. ~We need to finish this, quickly. The moon has already thinned to a point of danger. The theurges need to be working on talens to fight this threat. I suggest the warpacks take them on, because those fires are not dying down. And they will not, until their energies are destroyed.~
Culls-The-Herd inclines her head in a nod. ~There is also the river siren to contend with. Gunnar is nearly completed the Talens for that assault and when they are finished, I will call the Garou of this Sept to me. Have you spoken with Havoc about the Tire Fire, as I suggested, Runner?~
Circle Keeper's interest wanes once again as topics turn to matters outside his little corner of the world. They might as well be talking about Moscow.
Stacey nods her head in agreement, then adds quietly, "There is also the nexus crawler to consider, as well as the wyrmthing that has been possessing people."
Runner motions towards Laura. ~I speak towards one of them now. Escapes-From-Money was to lead the assault, but I have not found her tracks easily in the city lately.~ She glances over to the Fury. ~So I trust either the galliards or Child-Holder will also take this news to them.~
"I will, of course," Laura says, giving a short nod. "I intend to go to the city again this week and speak with my pack alpha. Emma will hear of all of these things."
Culls-The-Herd grunts once. ~Havoc will have the honor of leading the assault on the Tire Fire. They are free ask for whatever aid they will require from those of this Sept, toward that goal. Is there anything else?~
Runner turns her ears and eyes on Stacey for a long moment, evaluating the young elder, before she nods and turns back to the group in general. ~The Nexus Crawler. I was told, it was once weakened by its fighting in of the spiders in the city, when it moved. Now, it is further north - or so it was, the last I heard of it. Its position is not known, now.~
Circle Keeper shoves up slightly, turning his head towards Stacey as he curls his lip at her in silent irritation. Runner's note, however, gets more vocal irritation. In fact, he sounds outright riled up about that.
Stacey glances down at Circle Keeper with complete confusion as he gives her the irritated look.
Runner looks over at Circle Keeper, ears twitching for a brief second. ~What angers you, Circle Keeper?~
Jamethon adds towards Runner, "We just aren't equiped to fight a Nexus Crawler without each and every member of the attack party being decimated. We don't have the forces we had last time we fought and drove off the Crawler. We need help from the outside." He then looks towards Circle Keeper, "Any progress on your plan for establishing moon bridges with other Caerns?"
Circle Keeper pulls his lips back, flashing teeth. He shoves to his feet, quickly shifting up to Hispo. ~That I delivered the location of the greatly weakened enemy to you all, our best chance at destroying him, and /nothing was done of it/! _That_ is what angers me!~ He snarls back.
Runner stiffens, hackles puffing out defensively. But she asks, ~And can you tell us where the Crawler is now? What its strength lies at now?~ Jamethon is glanced at, before she returns her eyes to the Uktena.
"Nexus. Crawler?" Laura's voice is quiet as her eyes get wider still. "There was..." Her arms hang at her sides, her lips pull back from her teeth, and she rolls her shoulders, looking from the Uktena to the Bone Gnawer.
~I did once already, and you say it was /squandered!/~ Circle Keeper snarls back, the Uktena's ire spiralling up at a precipitous rate. ~Must I do /everything/?!~ He roars.
Jamethon places a hand on the ground as his legs kick out from under him and he now is crouched on three 'legs' rather than sitting as he was a moment before. "Calm." He says forcefully as if to himself more than Circle Keeper, "The Alpha who should have seen to it that the fight was brought to the enemy is no longer here. Now we have one who has shown her conviction and willingness to apply our warriors where they are needed." He looks towards Runner then Vera as he makes slow motions to sit down once more. "Circle Keeper, sit." His commands with an authority to his voice that wasn't there when he simply asked for calm. He looks towards the Alpha, then back to Ciuraq. "You must do what the Mother needs of you. No less. We are all Her servants." With that he stands and crosses his arms. Jamethon's rage piqued slightly, it looks like he isn't quite ready to calm down entirely himself just yet.
Tu watches the interaction between runner in the Uktena curiously, but withdrawn. In fact, he seems to take a step back when the argument spirals in intensity. He relaxes somewhat when Jamethon puts a leash on Circle Keeper.
Culls-The-Herd growls softly. ~Calm. All of you. We can only focus on so many things at one, without our resources being stretched too thin. If there is a Nexus Crawler, I was not informed. Now that I know, I will see what can be done about it.~
Runner grits her fangs, but her ears are flat back. ~It was not wasted. I spoke of it at moot. If nothing more, my forming pack will find the Crawler again and we will judge its power when we find it. But I have yet to speak to the Ritesmaster, to find who has the rite to bind packs together under a spirit's favor.~ Her eyes stray off the Uktena, back down to the grass and dirt.
~I have that Rite, Runner,~ Vera rumbles. ~If you wish to form a pack, you may come to me.~
Circle Keeper doesn't seem to be ready to Calm, or sit, hackles raising as he snarls at Yi with no less intensity. Vera's orders, however, force him back reluctantly. He storms forward a metre or so, before turning back to the crowd with now unvoiced ire.
Jamethon calls over to Circle Keeper, "Return and be of use to your Sept." He pause a moment then continues, "Now. I asked you a question, Gatekeeper. Any progress on your desires to form moonbridges with other Caerns?"
Runner glances up, and takes a couple of steps back as Circle Keeper comes forward. She looks between Vera and the Uktena, attention on both, but hardly a moment is spared to the adren. Her posture changes as though she were readying to be attacked, but relaxes only a couple degrees when things to return to a thin veneer of calm again.
Laura watches the interplay quietly, her jaw working as the Uktena and Bone Gnawer settle themselves.
Circle Keeper givse a silent 'no,' before adding ~I will speak more of it when things are ready.~ He growls, despite himself. The growl cuts off quickly, Circle Keeper turning to stare at a rock as if it was to blame for everything.
~If there is nothing else?~ Culls' asks with a sigh.
Stacey remains silent, glancing around at the others present before looking back to the Alpha.
Jamethon looks around once more from where he stands. "I have nothing more... except to express that more people come to their Warder with news of events around the Sept. I learn of Anruth being allowed to the Farmhouse without my permission through rumor before I hear any real news or am even approached for permission."
Runner shakes her head twice, having gone quiet now.
~That was covered earlier,~ Culls-The-Herd rumbles. Looking around those gathered, the Adren checks to make certain that no-one else wishes to speak.
Circle Keeper says nothing, and stands still.
Jamethon nods his head and gives an appreciative grunt.
~Then we are finished for now,~ Culls' continues when no-one else speaks up. ~I would like to thank you all for coming and remind you that I am always available, if you need me.~
Runner turns as soon as the dismissal is given, dropping to her lupus form quickly and slinking off into the forest without so much as a good bye.
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