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Jublain in Kentucky May 12, 2003 (date on e-mail) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): (And here. Who's gonna be archive-bitch?)) Rabid Archive Bitch: yo Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): ((Rock. Now, where was we?)) Auggy: We was heading unto the guard shack at the only open pit coal mine in Kentucky, I think. Auggy: With a purpose. Rabid Archive Bitch: Kentucky? the motherland! Jurg shoulda been able to come along... he's got bourbon in his blood. usually. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Ahh, yes. With a sack, filled with kudzu and poison oak. Jublain takes a little care to run through the muddiest parts of the woods on the way to the road, and moves alongside the road in lupus a ways, shifting out of sight of the mines and covering the last half-mile or so on foot.* Auggy: *The guard shack does still exist, it's about mid-morning by the time Jube gets there. A fairly young guy in a rentacops uniform, skeletal as hell though, sits in the shack, watching the monitors every so often* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Staggers up to the gate, sack in one hand, not needing to pretend he's out of breath to be breathing hoarse, and rattles the fence.* Hey!... Open... open up! Auggy: *Looks up* Yeah, whozit? *looks Jube over with something resembling revulsion* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): Yeah... I got... lef' behind. Gotta get... get this in. Auggy: *opens the gate* Awesome...you know where you gotta go from here right? Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Steps in.* Yeah, I got it written down on... *reaches into his pocket--which, due to his nice little run, should be soaked--and groans.* Aw, hell. I fell in the fuckin' mud an'--look, just remind me real quick, would ya? Auggy: *a slight smile* Shower and breakfast man...hurry, I think the grits are still warm enough to eat. Auggy: *points towards a farily largish building* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Grunts.* Like that makes 'em any easier to choke down... *Runs reluctantly to the building.* Auggy: ((Jack Daniels and grits. The Official Kentucky Breakfast. I think.)) *His hustling reveals a well-used room, signs pointing towards the cafeteria and the showers/locker rooms* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Pauses for a minute, then heads for the locker rooms first, still carrying the bag.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): ((You say that JD-and-Grits like it's a bad thing...)) Auggy: *Think high-school locker room, puke-green paint. Add a liberal dose of coal dust. There ya go.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Grunts again and looks around the place for other people, pausing first to activate Persuasion. If no one, he'll head back towards the caff.* Auggy: ((Blah. I had to look something up)) *The cafeterias' only partly full, with a few people looking once at Jube and looking away quickly* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Wonders what the hell kinda place it is when someone walks in covered with mud and folks don't look twice, but instead looks for someone official-looking to approach.* Auggy: *After some more looking, Jube doies finally find a guy who's popped in to hit the vending machine. Looks like he's middle-management, even has a tie to prove it* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Pauses a moment--trying to make it look like nervous hesitation--while he thinks into his part, then diffidently approaches the fellow.* Um, Sir? I kinda got left behind... and.. well, the guy--you know *holds up the bag* I can't find him. Auggy: *the guys' reaction is something akin to...a lot of fear and uncertainty* The-the-the V-v-vice-president, Mr Soames...*a soft whimper* Please don't kill me... Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *sighs--alright, no fomori here... Doesn't snarl--in fact, he still dry-washes his hands as much as holding the bag will allow and his voice is calm and quiet, so as not to alert any bystanders.* Where's the office? Auggy: *softly* Across the loading dock, 3rd building on the right. You c-c-c-can't miss it. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Nods.* I hope not. How about you take the day off? *And does indeed head that way.* Auggy: *Heading that way, the third building on the right is an amazing change. Central heating, a nice pair of doors to keep the weather out, and a receptionist with nice hooters, who looks at Jube as if he were wrong for even daring to intrude in the sanctum sanctorum without cleaning himself up* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Eyes the aforementioned hooters carefully, until it's painfully obvious what he's doing, then raises his gaze to give the receptionist a feral grin.* Where's Soames? Auggy: *rather icily* Mr Soames is in a meeting. Shall I tell him who is waiting for him? Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): He's in that office? Auggy: Yes he is. Shall I tell him who's waiting for him? Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Pauses for a moment, thinking.* Naw. Tell 'im they left one behind. I put a lot of risk int' getting this, and being left to die wasn't exactly in the brochure. Auggy: *A brusque nod* Certainly. Do you know your employee number? Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): Um... I got it writ down... *Shit--number? Plan B is going to be fun, but he wanted more information first. Reaches into his pocket, then groans.* Naw... I fell into a puddle on the way back, and the... threw the whole mess out, couldn't read none of it. Auggy: Hmph. Report to Human Resources, they'll want to give you a new badge and make the proper adjustments to your payroll. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): A.. adjustments? *Tries to sound close to panic.* What kind of adjustments? *Holds up the bag.* And who do I give this to now? Auggy: *she indicates the open space next to her desk* Only a deduction for your badge, and appropriate compensation for hazardous duty. If you don't wish to deliver it personally, leave it here. He'll understand. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Sighs and sets the bag down.* Thanks. What do they do with the stuff anyway? Auggy: As I understand it, they're attempting to use the plants to take other minerals from the ground. Gold, mostly. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Nods.* Gold out of a coal mine? That's just wierd. *Shifts to Crinos, looking at her and letting her react. Signs of delerium means she lives, signs of fight means she dies.* Auggy: *her eyes boggle and she starts flailing at her phone with one hand, her voice going to a high whisper* Seeeeecccuuuurrrriiityyyyyy.... Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Damn. To hell with James Hetfield, phone BAD. One gleaming arc of Morningstar and the phone--hopefully not her hand as well--is a big-ass hole in her desk. Pauses to activate Trollskin before entering the office.* Auggy: *Not her hand, but her manicure is ~shot~...Jubes' warty skin does nothing to disabuse the woman of her notion to call security, and she keeps pounding at where the phone was...* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): ((5 suxx on TS)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Nods. to keep pounding is fine. He activates Resist Pain, puts a shoulder to the door, and steps in.* Auggy: *The office, once Jube makes flinders out of the door is done in "Screamin' Ultra-Modern TresChic". Whoever owns it is worth killing based on that alone.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *The Garou who recently beat his packmate to unconsciousness with someone's arm takes a quick look and shudders, looking for the kill-ee.* Auggy: *Said kill-ees are sitting at a counch and coffee table set, and they, uh, were discussing something about venture capital when the rude midget knocked on their door* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *And... said kill-ee's look normal? The fuck is this? Well, they're pushing a move onto a bawn anyways... Doesn't bother with an Anthem of War, but gets to work.* Auggy: *Said kill-ees look like normal businessmen. And quickly become former businessmen, now modern art, under the gentle ministrations of morningstar* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *It pulverises, it tenderizes, it anesthetizes, it even paints. Jublain heads to the desk and looks for anything obvious in the paperwork.* Auggy: *Unfortunately, there's a distinct lack of paperwork marked "Plans to Exterminate the Wolves 20 miles West". Nice meaty chunk of a MBA's brain though. The file cabinet appears locked.* Auggy: *Inside the file cabinet, once its' been looted, are rather interesting documents. The one marked "Omega Plan" is mostly English. Mostly. Smatterings of other languages appear to be written on post-its, and in crib notes on the side margins* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Grunts, slaps the brain aside, and leafs through papers for another moment before giving the top drawer on the file cabinet a Crinos yank and leafing through for any maps, anything that mentions spirits... shit, anything suspicious, seeing as they had to know about the Garou by now.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *ooh, that's a keeper. ((sorry about the delay)) Looks to see if he can identify the language (and if it's spanish, read it--otherwise he's SOL) before looking around for one of the yuppies' briefcases.* Auggy: *The English portions seem to be...written almost as if they were a medival term paper, expounding on the natural connection between the land and the humors of the body, and how by altering the land, the humors therein are also altered* Auggy: *Sadly, the fuckers responsible for writing it no habla espanol. The briefcases contain mostly innocuous crap about mining rights, some minor Department of Interior/Energy bribery being written off as a business expense, and other generic Business Triplicated Shit* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Grunts, hoping like hell the caern wasn't being attacked for some ijit's idea of cosmic acupuncture. Leafs through this one, looking for catchwords--Garou, werewolves, wyrm, spirits, etc. Doesn't take much time on it, but sets it down and works on the rest.* Auggy: *There are definitely things recognizable as references to Garou, called Lupines, and the strange habits they have of attracting and detecting the humors of the land, noting the apparent ease with which the beasts under the authors' apparent...command? are detected and destroyed. "A pocks upon them"* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Growls.* HT--Why am I still thinkin' leech? Looks for a byline, letterhead, credits, all that good shit.* Auggy: *The only distinctive markings in the entire folder are an apparent family crest of some kind. A shield with a dragon facing left, with a crowned knights' helm atop it, and atop that a second dragon. The other is far simpler, a circle with apparently a snake eating its' own tail* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *The dragons are known to some... but the World Serpent itself is a hard sign to ignore. Finds one of the yuppies' briefcases and opens it up.* Auggy: *Business junk, mainly land deals. Nice pen.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Dumps the papers--and on second thought, picks up anything that looks like a land deal back in. Puts the "Omega Plan" file in, and any other goodies he can find.* Auggy: *Land deals and other assorted niftiness, along with the Omega PLan, get stuffed into the briefcase* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): All the good niftiness he can find goes into the briefcase, which is closed as best he can, and he heads back out of the office, looking first for the receptionist.* Auggy: *She's...well, dead. And ~damn~ did she get ugly fast. One hand in the hole Morningstar made, the other one clutching her now-sagging and rank-smelling chest** Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Looks at the body quickly for any mark of violence before moving on.* Auggy: *Nope. If Jube had to make a guess, she had a heart attack.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Pauses a moment, then takes a look at the body again. Only one way he knows of that a body goes from living to rotted that fast...* Auggy: *No markings, but it's not too hard to tell. She looks like she's been dead for years.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Pauses a moment, then heads back to the office. Not likely the bastard sleeps here, but worth a try. Starts searching--thumping the walls and listening for the changing sound, looking for loose boards, that kinda shit.* Auggy: *Not a damn thing. Lotta back issues of Cosmo in the secretaries' desk* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF; "Hey, Lady--your Domitor wasn't wearin' no Orange!"): *Takes a quick look at them--finding a Cosmo from the 30's would be interesting, but not much help--then grabs the woman's arm, rips one of the bones out, shakes some of the general crap off of it, and brings it with him. Anyone that sees him is gonna have to die anyway, seeing as a homid soaked in blood isn't exactly a calming sight, so he looks carefully out the window first for other administrative buildings.* Auggy: Alllrighty then. In our last episode, Jube had just discovered some serious paperwork that may or may not make life interesting. Jublian: *Yup. Searched the office for a Haven and came up with jack-squat.... So he took a bone from the ghoul's body and headed down the hall, still in Crinos, with the breifcase--anyone who sees him is going to be trouble once they notice he's covered in someone else's blood anyway, so he might as well not fuck around about it.* Auggy: Fucking around would be a bad thing, yes. The hallway all the way to the door is empty. From the door, the Loading dock is on the right, with the main gate being about 200 yards away, roughly to his left.* Jublain: *Heads down the hallway first, looking out a window if he can--carefully!--to see if there are any other administrative buildings he could try to pay a visit to.* Auggy: There are 2 other administrative buildings in this "block". The furthest away is about 100 yards from the gate* Jublain: *failing an obvious sign of which is more important, he judges the distance between himself and the nearest of the two buildings--or the more prominent, if there is such a sign. Either way, he shifts to Homid before stepping out the door--keeping the Trollskin active--and heads there at a fast, but not hurried, walk.* Auggy: *By this time, activity at the mine is in full swing, and the air is thick with black dust. These guys gotta be making a ~shitload~ of money to be able to stay here more then an hour* Jublain: *Lovely--at least, in a way. Shit'd give you Black Lung in a month, but at least it should make him harder to see. Hurries to the building.* Auggy: Building #2 is...empty. Jublain: *Empty? As in no one in it, or as in nothing--furniture, lamps, etc.? Either way, he at least takes the time to look into all the rooms.* Auggy: *Nobody in it. The heat's on, but nobody's home. Seems like everyone went to an early lunch* Jublain: *Oooh.... looks for a nice, important looking office to break into first.* Auggy: *The oak door with gold lettering that says "J. Soames, Vice-president, Operations" seems to be the shiniest* Jublain: *Seems that's the name he's looking for. Shifts to Crinos first, just in case, and puts a shoulder to the nice shiny door.* Auggy: *Imitation oak. Hollow. Cheap fuckers. The door goes boom very nicely, causing a brief stumble before revealing...nada.* Jublain: *Nada. Fuckin' lovely--this shit is getting old.... Looks around the place--anything of note, like the possibility of more papers?* Auggy: *filing cabinet and paperwork reveal some things, mainly equipment related. Contracting bids, some with crib notes. Nothing particularly incriminating* Jublain: *Pauses, wondering if he should bother with them or not, then shrugs and tucks a few into the breifcase before making his little 'thump the walls thump the floor" check for any hiding evil undead corpses.* Auggy: *Danm these evil undead corpses for not hiding in plain sight.* Jublain: *Yeah, it's fuckin' irritating--but at least he didn't leave while the thing was sitting there under his nose. Pauses a few moments, thinking, then shifts to Homid again, takes a look though other offices for anyone without putting too much time into it, then heads out and for the gate.* Auggy: *looks...like your average set of offices. Lotta memos, lotta stuff marked for shredding. The walk out the gate is eventless, the guard quirking an eyebrow before going back to his newspaper* Jublain: *Nods. Smart boy. Breaks into a light jog as he heads into the woods, and once out of sight he shifts to lupus, takes up the briefcase in his jaws, and heads for the Sept.* Auggy: ((Blagh)) *The trip back is about as eventful as any walk in the woods with a suitcase, and Jube does eventually return to the bawn to whereever his steps may take him. There are a few glances, though* Jublain: *Cleans the blood and general crap off before going to find a Modi.* Auggy: *a roll in the snow. Nowhere near as satisfying as a roll in the hay, but it'll do. The nearest Modi is a relatively old-looking guy, maybe 35. His eyes have hazed over with the blue of cataracts, and he appears to be repairing a warhammer.* Jublain: *Nods.* What can you tell me 'bout leeches? Auggy: Leeeeches. *spits* Foul things, long of life, crafty as only creatures of both Weaver and Wyrm can be. Jublain: *Nods.* How well can you read? Auggy: My sight was taken from me 8 seasons ago. Jublain: *Nods.* Dammit. The mine has papers in the offices. Do you recognize the term "Lupines"? Auggy: It is their *spit* word for us. They attempt to name that which they fear, and control it by thus naming it. Jublain: *Nods.* Apparently this one isn't happy with us... Do you know anything of a crest with a dragon above it and another below? Auggy: *The Modi seems to fall within himself for several minutes before nodding* A tribe of leeches once identified themselves with that mark. They lived in the Shadow Lord lands. Foul creatures of darkness only fit for other foul creatures of darkness... Jublain: *Grunts.* Seems I cain't never escape the Shadderlords. Thank you. *Stops the first Garou or Kinfolk he can and tells them to find Brian Ulfson or one of his pack.* Auggy: *That doesn't take long, and within 20 minutes, the four race up To Jurg* -rhya? Jublain: Tonight, if there isn't issue from the Warder or Jarl, we take down the mine. I found one leech of some kind in there, and papers about more. Auggy: *This is greeted with a joyful chorus, mainly along the lines of "Praise Gaia we get to KILL shit now!"* Jublain: *Nods, not liking the sound of that much either.* Be ready. *and goes to find the Warder.* Auggy: * The Warders' slightly occupied, taking on three cubs and making them into rude shapes* ~ht~ Again, this time with some energy!... Jublain: *Waits until the sparring's done before he speaks.* I need leave from you to borrow some warriors. Auggy: ~ht~ Hold. *which the cubs do immediately* Which warriors, and for what purpose, -yuf? Jublain: The pack which assisted me before *Rattles off the names.* And for the purpose of destroying the leeches I found sign of in the mine. Auggy: *Considers for a few moments* ~ht~ -Yuf, I have grave concerns about what lies within that mine. Two packs have gone in over the last season, and not yet returned. There Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Alright... runnin', runnin', runnin'....* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *Pine Mountain, is well, everything it's cracked up to be. As Jurg approaches within eyesight of it, there's a sneaking suspicion that he's being watched, by thousands of eyes. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Growls lightly and slows the pace, casting for scent as he trots.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The scents are ~almost~ the normal scents of the forest, but there's an underlying rot to...everything, really. The scent grows steadily, not to a naueseating degree, but it's definitely becoming more distinct. It's probably a good thing the cubs stayed behind, this would probably have pushed their mental strength to its' limit* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Flicks an ear--the scent isn't familiar, but the ~feel~ is. Casts about for any tracks of humans or vehicles, and looks around frequently--both for signs of fight and for the straight lines that signify human construction.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *There's not much sign of habitation until about 10 miles out, when the scents of smoke and cattle insinuate themselves into the air* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((*G* Alright. Thought when you said 10 miles out I thought you meant as in after 10 miles heading away from the place. My bad.)) *Keeps running, ready to duck into the underbrush at the sight of humans.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The boogieing continues with minimal incident, and as Jube heads towards the mountain, the feeling of rot decreases slightly for about a mile before redoubling itself as he keeps going...* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Keeps the area in mind to check out later--either why the one area was lighter or why the one before it was heavier--and keeps going.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *Finally, about a mile out, the first real oh shit sign. A man...or, what's left of a man. He's been dead a little while, and he apparently was eviscerated, and spiked to the ground* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Stops as soon as he sees the man and steps to the side. He looks--and listens--carefully before approaching the body and seeing what his nose tells him.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): Even after what appears to be months, the frost and snow-covered bodyy tells a tale. The open mouth and fearful eyes of a man who died int great pain, with his ribs spread until they came out of his own chest, as the spiked pole bit into him with every movement, even breathing...* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Well, if this ain't where his new friend is, there's sure as hell ~something~ needs killin' around here.... Looks for any tracks surrounding the body, then heads on.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The Normal sounds of the forest seem, somehow artifical, as if the birds chirp on cue, and fly in a pattern already laid out for them* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *Any tracks that ere made are long since gone...moving on, there's no real...life to the place* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Liking this shit less and less all the time. Activates Resist Pain in case he's ambushed before he has time for anything else, but keeps on going.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *Hallelujah, the ground starts to upslope a bit, and the terrain takes on a more angled appearance. It's a forest, but more like a japanese garden then anything else. There's no sense of randomness here, everything has been placed.* ((Gimme perception+alertness, diff 8)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain oh-shit Per2 Al 2, -2 diff lupus: 7,3,3,7,)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *Jubes' first real indication of trouble arrives when the ground swells and opens beneath his feet, dropping him into the very surprised arms of a...something* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((A small, harmless something, or a big nasty something? *G* Like it matters...)) *Busts into Crinos ((BTW, what moon is it at this time in the trip?), ripping at whatever the hell it is.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((As I recall, when Jube left it was real-time theurge waning.)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((alright... that's 2 points, bringing his total to 3 unless the papers pissed him off enough for a couple--with 1 spent for shifting, he's gonna blow two for actions.)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((Probably close to no moon in this, uh, timestream. Roll attack, straight to damage, then init time)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain Slash--Dex 4 Brawl 3, -2 dice: 3,7,4,3,2,--1 suxx----Jublain Slash--Dex 4 Brawl 3, -3 dice: 5,2,7,4,--1 suxx--||--Jublain damage--Str 8, claws 1: 5,4,4,8,8,9,9,3,4,--4 agg----Jublain damage--Str 8, claws 1: 2,2,1,2,2,3,1,7,5,--1 frickin' agg. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((2 Rage actions as well.)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain BITE Dex 4, Brawl 3: 4,6,3,6,7,10,5,--5 suxx to attack----Jublain damage Str 8, bite 1, 4 suxx: 1,10,7,4,6,6,5,7,6,6,3,4,9,--8 agg--||--Jublain Slash Dex 4, Brawl 3: 7,6,3,10,7,5,10,--5 suxx again----Jublain Damage Str 8, claws 1, 4 suxx: 10,6,6,10,8,6,7,10,6,6,8,9,7,--and holy shit....that's 13 agg outta 13 dice...)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Jublain slashes wildly, barely connecting, but soon--as in with a matter of less than an instant--gets hold of himself. His teeth rip into whatever it is, tearing deep, and then the heavens open up and the angels sing "YOU'RE my daddy, Jublain!!" as his claws strike with purely amazing force.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *On the up side, the Valkyries are clapping very politely at Jube's performance. On the down side, whatever it was didn't really suffer much.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((*G* Talk about being mistified... that's about all that's left of the fucker!)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((This is why standard vampiric reaction to werewolves in the area is "Run".)) Archivin' Greg ("well where CAN I use my Tac-nuke midget?"): OOC:I think that gave Smites-With-A-Breast a moist-on... Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((What, you mean the guy doesn't even have a silver kitanna (sic)? The fuck kinda vampire is that?)) *Takes a look at whatever's left, then around at where he is.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *There's, uh, a lot of blood. If someone were to go over the area with a microscope, they'd find bits and pieces that may have had a passing resemblance to skin, hair...sadly, the junior chemists kit is not near here. The area jube's in is a nice dry tunnel leading down, with torches very much spaced out. Perhaps one every 200 yards or so. The real downside becomes apparent in a few moments, when Jube realizes his nostrils are caked with enough blood to make sent damn near impossible* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Where's a frickin' Walker when one might actually be ~worth~ a dry fart in a high wind? Stops to activate Trollskin and wake up the spirit in Morningstar before making his way carefully down the tunnel.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain Trollskin Sta 8, P-U 3, 1 WP: 4,7,8,1,7,8,10,6,4,7,4,--6 suxx on TS)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *A soft voice calls out, in a language that Jurg ~definitely doesn't understand* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((*G* To hell with whether Jurg understands it--I assume Jublain can't either?)) *Pauses, trying to determine which direction the call came from.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((Shoot me now)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((Ahem. Yep. That's...twice tonight...)) *There's only one direction in this tunnel, and that'd be forward* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *That would be the direction, then--moves along.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): * A second calling, in the same tones* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Ignores it, seeing as he has no clue what the hell it is anyway, and moves faster.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The ground seems, less solid then before, as Jube runs through the tunnel...then all hell breaks loose* ((Dodge time)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Dodge time?)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((*Nods* Dodge. This is one of those things where you see it coming, and dodging would be the only real option.)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain Dodge Dex 4, Dodge 2: 5,3,6,6,6,2,--Wonder if I should be worried about that or not--either way, 3 suxx.)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((OKay, soak 7 levels)) *Apparently, the undead version of a claymore just went off about 30 yards in front of Jube, and little bright cherry-red bits of stone come flying at him, making for singed fur all around* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain Soak Sta 8, TS 6: 6,3,6,4,9,10,10,9,6,2,6,2,5,1,--8 suxx)) *Snarls as the acrid smell of singing fur adds to the smell of blood--now, in some areas, cooking blood--and looks around for something to vent his frustration upon, Morningstar already dripping blood onto the tunnel floor.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The frustration venting item is finally visible, chanting slowly as a cicle of...lava? slowly starts to rise around it's skeletal body* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Aw, hell, not more of the hot shit. Starts to make with the hurty stuff.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((Init time)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((damn... Jublain Init--Dex 4, Wits 3, SotF 10, 1d10: 10,-- Init 27)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((Okay, after this, no more init. This guy could roll perfectly and still not beat Jube.)) *The hot shit is beginning to rise as Jube makes contact.* ((Roll straight through to damage)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Splitting pool, 1 Rage--Jublain Smash Dex 4, Melee 4, -2: 8,7,10,7,8,5,----5 suxx----Jublain Smash Dex 4, Melee 4, -3: 10,7,10,5,6,--4 suxx----||--Jublain damage--Str 8, Weapon 4, 4 suxx: 3,7,10,3,2,6,6,4,9,3,3,8,9,10,1,10--9 agg----Jublain damage--Str 8, Weapon 4, 3 suxx: 2,3,9,9,2,1,7,3,4,9,2,10,6,2,4,--6 agg)) *Leaps forward with a snarl, Morningstar swinging in that all-too-familiar blood-spraying arc.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *Damn. These things are so ~annoyingly~ breakable...Two swings, and the things' all over the place is about a dozen pieces* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Jumps back, just in case the hot shit tries to flow over his feet and looks at the body--mostly for the sudden-aging signs of a leech.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The hot shit seems to glaze over and freeze into obsidian. The leech, seems to be...well, sinking into the ground as blood, or something. Definitely not the normal aging thing. A single sharp crack in the rock signals yet another "oh-shit" situation* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Fuckin' lovely.... Gets the hell away from where he currently is, just in case.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The polite technical term for Jubes' current situation is cave-in. The not-polite term for this situation is "Fuck ME!". * Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Heads for a tunnel--anywhere there's not falling rock, at this point.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *This thing is so hazardous...OSHA would shit themselves blind. A quick look around confirms that yes, falling rock is everywhere at this point, and the best escape route would be the tunnel Jube came in through* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *does indeed run for that tunnel. Buring buried alive isn't really in his plans at that point.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): (( OKay, gimme 3 dex+Athletics rolls, dif 6. Lemme know the total number of successes.)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Want me to apply the penalty for his Short flaw in it too?)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((I don't think that counts in Crinos.)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Figgered it did--after all, he's about 6 feet tall in Crinos while the average is 9' tall. *G* But your call.)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((*checks, thinks about it* Nah. Short penalties are applicable in homid and lupus, but not so much in Crinos)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain RUN Dex 4, Ath 2: 4,7,8,10,8,8,--4 suxx--ublain RUN2 Dex 4, Ath 2: 1,1,8,2,1,4,--0--Jublain RUN3 Dex 4, Ath 2: 8,1,6,4,6,1,--1-----5 suxx in all for the three rolls.)) Archivin' Greg ("well where CAN I use my Tac-nuke midget?"): OOC:Proportions're different for a crinos anyway. proportionally longer limbs Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Makes sense.)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The oh-shit factor increases steadily, as Jube makes a good 125 yards running fulltilt boogie before the damn thing finally collapses completely* ((Soak 15.)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain Soak.... Sta 8, TS 6: 10,6,2,9,8,7,7,1,3,10,2,8,4,10--damn, 9 suxx. He takes 6, enough that (especially with Resist Pain up) he's still movin'...)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *The Moral here, don't fuck with Mother Nature. Ouch, ouch...well, that's...gonna sting.* ((Extnded roll time. Strength+Athletics, dif 7. Lemme know when you get 15 successes)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((Jublain Dig Str 8, ath 2, diff 7: 10,2,8,4,4,1,4,3,4,4,--1 suxx---Jublain Dig Str 8, ath 2, diff 7: 2,4,4,7,3,10,7,7,3,9,--5 suxx, total 6---Jublain Dig Str 8, ath 2, diff 7: 8,3,4,8,5,1,5,1,9,5,--1 suxx, total 7---Jublain Dig Str 8, ath 2, diff 7: 1,9,3,4,3,1,6,3,3,10,--0 suxx, total 7---Jublain Dig Str 8, ath 2, diff 7: 10,10,5,9,3,8,5,4,6,1,--3 suxx, total 10----Jublain Dig Str 8, ath 2, diff 7: 2,4,8,8,3,2,3,7,1,7,--3 suxx, total 13---Jublain Dig-2 more.. Str 8, ath 2, diff 7: 5,5,7,1,4,10,4,8,10,3--3 suxx, total 16. 7 rounds total.... 70 frickin' dice rolled to get 16 suxx.)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((Thank god you didn't roll like that during the combat.)) *7...hours...later...Jubes' paw blasts through the final inches of rock and dirt to reach...air. Heaving himse4lf bodily up, covered in dirt, blood, and beat to shit. There are better things to do on a Friday night.* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Growls, heaving himself out and crouching before he looks around and forces his body to heal.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *That takes a few minutes, and Jurg is feeling much better after improving his situation to merely being dirt-and-blood encrusted* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Doesn't give a shit how Jurg feels, but Jublain feels pretty fuckin' pissed off. Searches around the area of the tunnel, stil in Crinos in case it hits the fan again, then lopes off towards Pine Mountain.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): ((*bangbangbang*)) Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): ((*G* Don't worry 'bout it. *Watches that frickin' pack init go OOC again.*)) Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *Pine Mountain, is now...Pine Hill. Loping around produces the same sense of unease, but it's...lessened, somewhat. An investigation of the area reveals about half-a-dozen other spiked individuals, in relatively the same shape as the first one* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade ("Hey, lady, your Vozhd wasn't wearin' no orange!"): *Growls.* That can't be ~all~ of it... *Spends more time searching for tunnels, but then starts running and makes sure to be several miles off before the sun comes up and he finds a place to sleep.* Auggy ("Praise Gaia, we can ~kill~ things now!"): *From what ~Jube~ can see, that's....it.* Back | List of Archive | Next |
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