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Jurg's Funeral

July 9, 2003

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *emerges from DoW van, glancing about almost furtively before proceeding toward the fridge*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *retrieves a bottle of water, standing there to have a sip*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *He awaits in the shadows. The shadows do not embrace him. The shadows do not caress his frame. The shadows do not wrap themselves around him, acknowledge him as master, recognize him for one of their own, or cling to him like a jealous lover. In fact, the shadows don't give a shit. They're just shadows.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *Steps in out of the DoW compound, Hammer in hand. At one point in time he was probably handsome. Despite standing at 4'11", he's covered with a disturbing amount of muscle; muscle that could, at one point in time, have been found exciting. But those days are long past, and now he looks like he's served hard time as a scratching post. His left eye, rather than matching the fierce blue of his right, glares an opaque, unblinking white, and his left ear is simply gone, replaced by a mass of scar tissue. Come to think of it, quite a bit of him is replaced with a mass of scar tissue. At least three scars run down his face; the neckline of his T-shirt exposes part of a wound where some Garou nearly bit off his frigging shoulder on one side and where he was almost split in two on the other; four parallel scars mark his right forearm; and the observant may notice that one side of his chest isn't moving as he breathes. The rest of him....

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): ....covered by a white T-shirt, black jeans and cowboy boots (and in colder weather, black leather jacket) and a straw hat that has hopefully seen better days, doesn't reveal any scars, but rest assured there are some there too. Around his waist is a belt--much like a weight belt, a wide band of thick leather with a ram's-head buckle. His hair, so blonde it's nearly white, is arranged into a thick warrior's braid, and stuck into the braid is a single raven feather, decorated with various tiny bits of shiny stuff--instant Corax attractant. ((App 1, pack page at ))*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *unaware that she's no longer alone, she rests her head against the fridge for just a moment*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *Tonight the shirt is missing, to reveal enough scars to coat six people pretty thoroughly, and each marked with paint. Havaragorn's marks, a bright orange red, make a slash fully an inch wide across his stomach and another across his chest, as well as a puckered mark over his kidney. A nasty slash high on his right side--the wound that almost killed him twice--is marked in black, and several curved burn-lines--lines that would make a spiral if they were complete--are marked with green. Others are marked in much the same manner--red for the wounds of silver; black for the claws of other Garou; and green, including the mass of scar tissue that was his left ear, for those scars caused by the taint of the Wyrm itself. An incredibly lifelike tattoo runs up each arm--a ball-and-chain on his right with the spiked ball, points beading with blood, on his shoulder; and wicked-looking spiked armor on his left.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods, heading towards Rane.*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *sips her water again, eyes still downturned*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Puts a hand on her shoulder.* I know.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW):  *she flinches at being touched, the water dropping from her fingers to spill out on the ground. She looks to Jublain for a moment, forcing herself to breathe normally, and nods a small bit*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* What happened to you?

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she shakes her head a little...she's not ready for that* you need me to do particular?

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Not really. I'm going to say a piece, and some other folks are--you probably ought to have something to tell the folks, even though I doubt you feel like making a speech any more than I do--and then we'll... send him off.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *nods a little, then raises her eyes to look at Jublain* You should have left me.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Bullshit.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): Better that than...this.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Jurg knew the risks as well as I did. We did what had to be done, is all.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *just shakes her head again, silent for a moment...then, quietly* I didn't know...I'd feel that. When...

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* I was too busy in the battle to feel the link sever. But I've felt that before.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): I think that was what...woke me up enough to act. *she sighs, and runs a hand through her loose hair*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* We'd guessed they drugged you.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *that gets a bitter choked laugh from her* I would have preferred drugs, I think...

Steeleyes(MotC): *stepd from the maze..looks around*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods, thinking.* I'll ask about it later.

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *She's not far behind Steel, quiet as she sneaks in a poke to his side, heading for the fridge*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she closes her eyes for a moment, forcing that memory back to that dark little place she's decided to push things, for the moment, and nods a little again*

Steeleyes(MotC): ((turns on Umbral tv.. sees Jurg walking towards the homelands..Dannis waiting arms crossed..says..bout time.. and the two start beatin the snot outa each other heheh))

Steeleyes(MotC): jumps and spins JUST missing her" you little shit"

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *flinches a little at Steel's voice, and opens her eyes again*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~:  *She cracks open the fridge, taking a soda and nudging it shut gently with her foot. She looks over and nods to the Fenrir but leaves them be considering what's happened lately. She smirks at Steel's jump, rejoining him casually* What? Not my fault you weren't paying attention...tsk, tsk, gotta stay on yer toes, Fuzzbutt.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods, thinking.* I'll wait up a bit, see if any of them are coming here.

Steeleyes(MotC): snorts..didnt think id be attacked in the yard..*flops down in the Biters area*..

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *another nod* I'll wait with you, if that's all right.

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *She walks over, plops herself down beside him* Heh, you never' I just proved ya wrong there. Seen the gang?

Steeleyes(MotC): not recently.. oh erin and rudy were here yesterday*shakes head* Erin pissed someone off and they..*growls* shriveled his arm...

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *She blinks at that, sitting up* Shriveled his arm, huh? Who did that?

Steeleyes(MotC): he wont say

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* No problem.

Meredith Turner: *A slip of a figure moves into the Junkyard. Her step is light and hardly audiable. Her long mousey brown hair is back in a intricate braid. She wears a very simple mulsin material dress, a beige-natural color. Around her nec is the wolf head pendant she always wears. Her face is calm and a bit somber, not the usual smile and bright eyed girl she was in the past. In her arms is Kenneth, in a simple jumper. Looking around quietly, little fist in his mouth. His dirty blonde hair, slightly spiked up. Those intense and frighteningly familiar eyes looking around*

Meredith Turner: *Heads straight over to Jublain* I came to see if anyone else was here....... *voice quiet*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: Um...okay. *shakes her head, takes a sip* That ain't right....though I c'n believe it about him pissing someone off...*trails off, glancing to the entrance as Meredith enters*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Not yet. We'll head out soon, though, and see who's already shown.

Steeleyes(MotC): well its dumb to punish a warrior by removing his arm..*shakes head* wonder if its permanent

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: I dunno, but it'd better not be...that's too much of a punishment fer something like that. *leans back on her elbows, sighs*

Meredith Turner: *Nods* Alright...

Steeleyes(MotC): you can pester himn to see who did it...and why*grins*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *smirks, shrugs* If he shows himself, I will...otherwise I'll just pester ya for a spar, or we c'n go scout again....

Steeleyes(MotC): well mabee we shouldnt scout...with the pyre not in the yard...

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *In the black formal working robe her Auspice and Tribe are evident. It's held at the shoulders by crescent clasps made of chrome and abalone shell, draping in the folds and lines one sees on Hellennic statuary. Her hair's braided high off her neck, and she carries a cloth wrapped bundle toward Jublain* ((BRB))

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) :  ((Erin's arm is more like blown into hamburger than shrivled...two blasts from Cap's shotgun, a shot from the .90 calibur Shotvolver...*shudder*))

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Tonight the shirt is missing, to reveal enough scars to coat six people pretty thoroughly, and each marked with paint. Havaragorn's marks, a bright orange red, make a slash fully an inch wide across his stomach and another across his chest, as well as a puckered mark over his kidney. A nasty slash high on his right side--the wound that almost killed him twice--is marked in black, and several curved burn-lines--lines that would make a spiral if they were complete--are marked with green. Others are marked in much the same manner--red for the wounds of silver; black for the claws of other Garou; and green, including the mass of scar tissue that was his left ear, for those scars caused by the taint of the Wyrm itself. An incredibly lifelike tattoo runs up each arm--a ball-and-chain on his right with the spiked ball, points beading with blood, on his shoulder; and wicked-looking spiked armor on his left.*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *She nods to Steel, shrugs a bit* Point, they'll need folks here....

Steeleyes(MotC): ((got it..thought it was shriveld by the way he described it..not blown up..tanky))

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *silent, near Jublain*

Meredith Turner: *Is also silent by Jublain*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: ((back))

Rabid Lurk: Jurg)*also pretty damn silent right now*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) :  *The Fat Boys enters the gathering area from the maze...Bubba comes first and holy shit does he look differant...a nice if cheap suit, hair cleaned and combed back, he doesn't look as bad as normal...Bob on the other hand looks like hell...wearing only a pair of overalls that're straining at the straps his face is flushed, eyes are bloodshot to hell and big jowls shining with wetness...*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *joins the silence, staring at Steel and sipping her soda, sitting cross-legged*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *She glances to the guard boys, raising an eyebrow...hasn't seen them in here since Danni's Gathering*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *her eyes move to take in the gate guards....just following them with her eyes*

Meredith Turner: *Looks up when Bob and Bubba come in. Holding Kenneth close*

Steeleyes(MotC): *watches the yard..looking at riley now and then*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to the Guards.* It'll start soon. ((20 minutes and we'll all hit Dyn1))

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: Jublain rhya. *Extends the bundle toward him* Juniper, Oak, and aromatic, strong herbs for the pyre.

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *She waves to Val, looking back at Steel with a shrug, soft frown*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Nods toward Riley in acknowledgement at this solemn gathering before the leavetaking.*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : *Bubba hangs back and stays silent...not a smart assed remark in him tonight...Bob on the other hand sees Jublain and runs twords the midget at full speed, wrapping his giant ass arms around the Fenrir and picking him up...bear hugging him and blubbering out all differant kinds of apologies*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Val.* I thank you. *leans the hammer against his side and takes the bundle.* Rane? Can you hold this?

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *steps back a bit, to stay clear of Bob and his blubbering...and with a resigned sigh actually walks over to stand near Bubba*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *before she goes* Of course, rhya. *taking the bundle from Jublain*

Steeleyes(MotC): *raiaes an eyebrow at the phat boys...nodding a greeting to Val*

Meredith Turner: *Just watches everyone.*

Elise Jarman: *somes in, wearing a simple pale pink muslin empire waisted number, sandals to match. Her hair is tied up in a bun at the nape of her neck, and she seems pretty calm, pretty collected...almost a little numb.  In her arms is a baby girl, maybe a year and a half old.  The nose isn't Jublain's, and her eyes are a deeper, warmer hue than her father's, but that chin and the set of her face marks her clearly as Jublain's daughter.*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *stifles a chuckle at Bob's actions, not wanting to interrupt*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *And drops the bundle anyway as he gets picked up. It's almost like getting hugged by Greta Smites-with-a-Breast, but nowhere near as nice.* 'Salright, Bob. Wasn't your fault. Go ahead an' let me down--we'll be heading out soon.

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : (Bubba) *a real quiet* Hey *as Rane approaches* .

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Tilts her chin up a little in silent greeting to Steeleyes and maintains the eye contact for longer than a mere passing moment*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: Meredith, can I walk with you?

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *just nods to Bubba, and stands quietly, hugging Val's bundle*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : (Bob) *sets Jube down gently* S-s-s-s *hic* sor-ry *sniffs*

Meredith Turner: *Looks up at Valerie and nods* Of course Valerie.....

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : ((Phone BRB))

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): It's alright, Bob. There wasn't anything you could have done.

Elise Jarman: *makes her way over to Jubes and stands next to him, just keeping quiet*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *sips the soda, setting it down as it's going flat and quirks a half-smile at Steel* Well, do what you gotta...

Steeleyes(MotC): *raises an eyebrow as Val stares at him..wondering..*

Meredith Turner: *Looks up to Elise and gives a faint nod. Not the usual 1,000 points of light smile she always has...... she seems very reserved and somber*

Steeleyes(MotC): *chuckles* dont worry.. i will short stuff..BTW..any clues on those needles?

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Wraps an arm around Elise' waist, speaking quietly.* Glad you could come.

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: Steel> *shrugs* I gave 'em to Mitch, said they'd be analyzed....least we got more'n we did from last time.

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) :  (Bubba) *pulls out a cigarette and lights it...not even glancing at Rane much less making a pass at her* (Bob) *sniffles and just hangs his head...sitting down where he is and waiting*

Steeleyes(MotC): *nods* now if we could just track that damm van..*growls*..

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: ((back))

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *pats Steel's arm absently* We will, toldja I'm good at that...just need to be more prepared.

Elise Jarman: *just nods to Mere, and scoots closer to Jubes as he wraps his arm around her*

Meredith Turner: *Moves over slightly and stands with Val. Speaks quietly to her*

Steeleyes(MotC): *nods*.still owe them...we all do

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *She takes a place nest to Meredith and levels out to a pleasant and mild facial presence for Kenneth*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Looks around again, thinking.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Looks around again, thinking.*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *nods to Steel, stretching her legs out as they're starting to fall asleep* We will, toldja we're not gonna slack off on that...

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *watching Jublain-rhya, for the signal to go*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Keeps watching for a few more.* (('nother 5 or 10 minutes.))

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Hugs Meredith gently, careful of the baby*

Steeleyes(MotC): *leans back*..short stuff..were gonna need to find out whoes seen the van.. me..erin..and rudy aint gonna be askin questions

Vivian Weiss: Walks into the gatering area.. silent... the only greet anyone gets from her is a slight nod.

Meredith Turner: *Gives Valerie a hug back and nods and speaks softly again* Of course... Val....

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *doing her best to tune out the world at the moment...keeping herself together by sheer force of will*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Wonders out of the maze...*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *nods to Steel, smirks* I know, that's my department...not like I'd expect you yahoos to get close without causing a ruckus...

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *nods to Flea, absently picking up the can of soda again*

Steeleyes(MotC): smirks.. we like causeing rukuseseseses...*grins*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: Thanks for understanding Mere.

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : (Bob) *sitting on the ground (and still about head level with Meredith probably) the blubbering giant turns to look at Meredith and digs into the pocket of his overalls, producing a Snickers bar and wordlessly holding it out to the widow...while this may not mean much from most, Bob's a simple Garou...* S-sorry.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Lets go of Elise' waist for a moment, stepping into the vans to come out with a canvas bag and head back to her side.*

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *nudges him, none too gently* Yeah, but you'll never find out anything that way....

Steeleyes(MotC): ((why is it every time i see Flea..i think of MUCHA LUCHA..*yea im a geek and watch Sat morning cartoons))

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): ((he gave away some of his ~food~? Damn.))

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : ((Not just food but CANDY!))

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((*shudder* I loathe that cartoon))

Steeleyes(MotC): *grins*..awww.. guess being subtle aint my specialty

Meredith Turner:  *Looks to Bob, moving Kenneth to one hip. Looks at the candy, then up at him. Takes it and softly speaks* ...Thank you.... I.. I know he was ..a good friend to you... *Then does something no woman in the Yard has ever done. Slowly leans up and kisses bob's cheek, very lightly* thank you for being here Bob......

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *rolls her eyes* Yer about as subtle as an acme anvil, Fuzzbutt...same with the rest.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Looks around.* The others, whoever else is coming, must already be out there. Let's head on out.

Steeleyes(MotC): *serious tone*(..were gonna work on that...theres NO scout packs..least not that i know of..unless the SED are again

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *just falls in line with Jublain, still holding Val's bundle for him*

Meredith Turner: *Slowly moves away, standing next to Val, and moves to leave with her*

Elise Jarman: *sighs and just follows Jubes, Annaliese in her arms*

Vivian Weiss: Will head out with the others.

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: Rane? Would you place the bundle on the pyre for me? You're the Fenrir Theurge and those are plants sacred to the Aesir from what I've read.

Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *smirks, pats Steel's arm* Then I'll just hafta teach ya lumps to move without letting the entire neighboorhood know....oy, that's gonna give me a migraine just thinking about it. *shakes her head at mention of the SED* I don't think so, at least not their primary goal now...but I could be wrong.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): (*Snickers*) *Waits for Jubes word...Silent...Then follows...Hefting a bag shes got*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : *Bob's lip quivers and he's about to get up and do the bearhug for Meredith but Jube's words stop him...he walks over to his cousin and transports him to the pyre site*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *And moves outward next to Meredith*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Keeps his left hand on Elise' waist, and heads on out the Gate, to where folks'll drive on out.* ((alright, funeral crowd, Dyn1))

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she nods to Valerie*

Meredith Turner: *Walks with Val, her head down slightly, holding her baby close to her*


***at the Pyre Site***


Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *the vehicles, even Viv's SUV, can only go so far along the path Jublain indicates before everyone has to get out and walk. From there, it's a good three miles along a dim trail--can't ave a bonfire that the cops'll come to take a look at. In the clearing is a construct of logs--a platform at least 10 feet high. Everything, even grass, has been pulled up around it for a good 10 yards, and on the other side is a small fire--hanging from a nearby tree is a deer, neatly dressed. Jublain sets down the sack and opens it up.*

Meredith Turner: *Drives and walks in complete silence. The only real noises coming from the baby, who every now and then, gurgles*

Elise Jarman: *is with Jubes, carrying Annaliese. nuff said. Midgits walking single file*

Vivian Weiss: Viv is silent on the drive and hike.. she does keep an eye on Meredith, not straying to far from her and Kenneth.

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *She'll sit near the baby (Kenneth), and far from the dashboard so her presence doesn't attract any car problems.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Follows, silent the whole time...All the while longing to take her breed form but doesnt....Keeps in line, setting her bag beside her in the clearing...*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *falls behind a bit, not crowding Jublain and Elise*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Waits for the others to arrive, digging out the things in his bag. A bottle of everclear, and another of antifreeze. The small trophy-thing made by Erin--basically, all the honorifics set at the door to the Vans. Among them are a wooden shield, and an axe.*

Meredith Turner: *Stops by the pyre. Just stands there looking at it. No expression, no tears, no crying, no sound. Just.... nothing*

Vivian Weiss: Viv adds a bottle of vodka to the mix.

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *The silent shadow near Meredith will for the time being keep a watchful eye on the fringes of the area, just in case...*

Meredith Turner: *Finally looks to Viv* Can you hold Kenneth please?

Vivian Weiss: She nods, taking her nephew from Meredith.

Elise Jarman: *is merely quietly being there for Jubes*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *moves to add Valerie's bundle to the pyre, arranging things neatly*

Meredith Turner: *Careful hands the baby over, and moves closer to the Pyre. Closes her eyes and dipping her head for a moment*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *fades away from the pyre to give Meredith space*

Vivian Weiss: Settles Kenneth in her arms.. quietly speaking to him.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *High up on the pyre is a shelf of sorts, where two logs are lashed together, and Jublain sets all but the alcohol on that shelf before turning to look at those gathered.* Before you lies Beast-of-Garm, Jurgen Kriegzeug. Never was a more loyal defender to the Talking Junkyard Varthi born, nor such a son to bring pride to Great Fenris. Through losses great and small, through betrayal and fear and pain, he remained true to his calling, to the calling of Fenris, and to the calling of his pack, to demonstrate not only what a Fenrir but what any Garou can and should be, in these times or any other.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Removes a bottle of wild turky and a bottle of JD...Hrrr...Stands silently*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Nods to what Jubes says...Damn straight...*

Meredith Turner:  *Then very slowly, moves down and pulls a knife from her boot. Brings the knife up, slowly opening her now glassy, tear filled eyes. Pauses and reaches up to her long braid of hair. Bringing the knife quickly though, she cuts the braid off. Leaving her hair cut very short and a little wild. all of her long hair... In that braid..held in her hand.*

Vivian Weiss: Listening to Jub and watching Meredith.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Never was he needed that Beast-of-Garm was not present to lend the might of his claw and the speed of his wit. Never was disappointment great enough that he could foresake the oaths that he and I gave years ago to aid this varthi, and never did the minions of Jormangundr speak his name without loathing and fear. Look you upon a warrior, upon a Fenrir--upon Beast-of-Garm!

Meredith Turner:  *Looks up, listen to Jublain's words. Head tilted up, chin out, looking determined, despite the tears in her eyes. Slowly reaches up and places the long braid on the pyre*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  Beast-of-Garm was a fellow soldier to me--a friend, a brother, and both a son and a father. He has known that the day he would die in service to his people--not just his Tribe, but ALL Garou, his ~people~, would come sooner if not later, and left notes written for many of you. I will speak to him, in days to come, and tell first-hand what he wishes, but now I will act as his alpha one last time and speak for him.

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos:  *Crosses her arms over her ribs and keeps half an eye out for anything happening on Jublain's blind side that he might want to know about*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *silent and still, remaining near her alpha*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D):  *Removes something from her pocket...A chess peice...A King on a leather thong....Waits her turn to see if she may move up to the pyre...She herself only at times wore a knight...*

Meredith Turner: *Moves back over to take Kenneth back from Viv. Stops and looks to Jublain when he mentions talking to him.......*

Vivian Weiss: Hands Kenneth back to his mother.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  Jürgen Kriegzug will be pleased to hear how he is honored. He will not be surprised to see those among us who understand what is at stake in the war we were born into here, mourning--nor at those who do not in the varthi itself, celebrating. He will be pleased at the offerings sent to him, I am certain--pleased, but not content. There is more to do--more to learn, more to win, more enemies to kill. Beast-of-Garm is no longer here to do these things. We are.

Meredith Turner: *Leans down and whispers softly in her sons ear. Her voice low, only for her son to hear. While her eyes remain on the pyre*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  Beast-of-Garm--and I--call upon you to stand firm, to be strong, to continue the battle until victory is gained on the field of the Fimbul Winter or the last drop of the blood of Gaia's heroes is shed, to continue the duty for which we were created. We call upon you to remember those who have gone on before, to prepare those who will, if chance permits, go ahead of us. We call upon you all to do the impossible--not because it is impossible, but because possible or not, it must be done. We MUST protect not only our holy ground, but ~all~ ground, which is still holy, from the onslaught prepared against it. We will prevail.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D):  *Slowly moves to the pyre...Very gently laying the plastic necklace down....No tears any more...He said he wanted none...Nods slowly, whispering softly something...Something some may hear, some may not* I...I'll try never to fail again....*Stands, still listening to Jubes and moves back to her spot...Silent again...*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) :  ((Back)) *Bob continues to blubber and sniffle, unable to hold it back anymore than he was when he first heard the news...Bubba remains quiet and in the back...maybe struggling to not cry himself...maybe struggling to say something*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  One barrel of mead is left to me--that created by Fenris'-Dark-Reflection, who made it with the advice of the For-Eldra, those who have gone on before. Rarely did we share it with those who were not Fenrir, and when more is available I will share it rarely in the future, but I intend to see that cask finished tonight, and all of you will drink. I cannot tell you not to mourn for the loss of Beast-of-Garm, and I would not be so foolish. But do not think we will never see him again--his part in this war is not done, and come the Fimbul Winter he will fight at our sides again, Bone Gnawer and Fenrir, as in the days of old when our people ventured across the ice-choked seas for vengeance. Remember my call. Jurgen Kriegzug's call--Gaia's call, and the call of Great Fenris, and Rat's call, for what each of us should be and must be. No greater example can there be than that provided by Beast-of-Garm. *Steps back, clenching his jaw.*

Elise Jarman: *watches Jubes speak, obviously admires him very much*

Meredith Turner: *Just stands there, holding her son. Keeping her head up, eyes on the pyre. Says not a word, makes not a sound. *

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos:  *The black-chitoned Theurge comes forward with a closed hand which is opened at the last moment to leave a red-chalked imprint on the wood.* "Tyr" loves ya. Thank you for laying on me while I healed Kylie, for giving me high blood pressure, for being a bastard. Thanks for the insults, the confidences, the secrets and more. For being my annoying Brother. Thanks for the passion and the rage. I'll be here for you and yours. and always listening for you.

Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (S-E-D):  *Linda has been here the whole time...but has held back and is silent, shes more here for her packmates grief then anything. And general respect for a fallen warrior...but she can best be described as stoic*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) :  *Bubba finally steps forward when Jube finishes* Do you mind if I say a few words Jublain? *gone is the crudeness and harshness in his voice...the unshakable confidance remains however*

Vivian Weiss: Viv wipes away a tear... glances at Val a moment when she speaks.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *can't help but wonder what Bubba has to say*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Nods to Jubes, respectfully..*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Bubba.* Not at all. *Looks around.* Anyone who wishes to speak may.

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) :  Thanks. *takes a deep breath and starts, his eyes fixated on the pyre* In this war that has lasted for ages untold, perhaps the greatest loss is that ourselves. Many become their Auspice, or their position, their duty as it were. We have packmate, Tribebrother, but rarely are we defined by the simplest of our makeup. I will not speak of Jurgen as a Garou, or a Fenrir, or a Septmate. I would speak of Jurg as a man. *pauses before he continues*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *has to quirk one raven brow at Bubba...ok, maybe she's never given him the credit he deserves*

Meredith Turner: *Looks up to Bubba, when he speaks*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Resumes the watchful's a way to help keep the eyes from watering*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Wraps a trembling arm around Elise' waist again and listens.*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) :  Jurgen Kriegzug was a man. A great man who never sacrificed his core exsistance like many other Garou have done. Instead of segregating the man and the Garou, or the man and the Fenrir, or the man and the packmate, he integrated all those differant and new facets of his life into his core. I know how many think of me and my cousin, and I'm sure you know exactly what we think of you, but Jurgen didn't treat me as Kinfolk, as Bone Gnawer or even as Guardian. He treated myself and Bob as fellow men. He laughed with us not at us as so many do. There are very few in this world I would concider my friend, but at the top of that list Jurg sits proud and high. As men we knew things about each other that we shared with none other, and I will always and eternally respect him, and revere him for those things. *reaches into his cheap suit coat pocket and removes a rolled up peice of parchment wrapped in a velvet purple ribbon and places it on the pyre...taking another pause before continuing*

Brad Mullins (late thug): ((here, Brad has been here since the beginning))

Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (S-E-D): (Crap can't stay...)

Meredith Turner: *Her head still held up, but tears slowly roll down her cheeks, hearing Bubba's words*

Elise Jarman:  *wraps a suprisingly strong and supportive arm around Jubes' waist, an almost insane amount of inner strength radiating from her, even though she is a bit shaken up, herself*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : ((Anyone (who I haven't told already) that can name who this is quoted from gets a cookie)) At the bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique human being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time. *nods to Jubs and steps back*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *still, silent, and alone*

Vivian Weiss: ( Later, Mira) Viv quietly listens... looking to each person present.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* Well said, Bubba.

Meredith Turner: *With that last part she just closes her eyes, and draws her son close, head dipped down*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Looks around.* Would anyone else speak?

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: The Warder has sent with me something he wanted to say, if it's all right.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Glances around, slowly raiseing her hand...*

Meredith Turner: *Looks up to Jublain, and speaks softly* I would..however my words are for the ears of only one.......

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *And shoots it back down when Val speaks...Letting her go first...*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Flea.* After Val.

Vivian Weiss: Oddly enough.. viv does not step forward... unknown to the others she did her speaking lastnight.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Mere.* I understand.

Meredith Turner: *Places a soft and slightly trembling hand on Jublain's shoulder and nods, her thanks*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Reads from a small piece of paper* At times like this, my emotions are greatly mixed. I feel pride in knowing a fine warrior will be better off, and still contributing his strength to his tribe. I feel sorrow, that we will not be able to so easily take advantage of that strength. My overriding emotion at this time is regret, that I did not express my admiration for him, my pride in having him serve as a Guardian, and my admiration for his, being himself. It is with deep shame that I can only say these things now.

Brad Mullins (late thug): *raises his hand to Jub, then waits his turn*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Steps back to let Flea speak*

Bob and Bubba (The Phat Boyz) : ((Since noone guessed...Bubba's quote was Nietzsche))

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods quietly, realizes that poor Elise is probably supporting most of his weight, and straightens.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D):  *Clears her throat a bit* I didnt prepare no fancy speech, an I'ma just speak whats on my mind like normal...*Takes a deep, shakey breath* Jürg was a friend...Just like a whole lotta ya are for me...Best damn warrior of Gaia...Always stuck with the Sept even when people got mad and threatened to run ya'll off...What I'm gettin' down to is...He was respected...By me, by many others...There may be some thats celebrateing right now...I say piss on em, thats not how Gaia made us...Beast of Garm has been with the Sept I heard since day one, or close to it...Along with his pack, the Dogs of War...He'll be remembered...Not just as Garou, not just as Sept mate...But as friend and ally to Rat...And always in my heart and im sure in many more...And im sure when the Last Battle comes....Many more will picture him right by them....Long live Jürg...Beast Of Garm, Ahroun Fosten...Rhya...*Nods and steps back..*

Elise Jarman: *looks to Jubes, smiling softly. Annaliese just watches sollemnly through wide eyes*

Meredith Turner: *Just listens to everyone speak*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Gives Flea a reservedly appreciative look for her well-made words*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Squeezes Elise' waist, jaw still clenched, and nods to Mere.*

Meredith Turner:  *Slowly moves to Viv handing Kenneth over to her again, and makes her way to the head of the Pyre. Leans into it, and dips her head low. Her lips move, and it's as if she's just mouthing the words. A few tears stream down her cheek and her hand moves once to her now shockingly short hair actually giving a rare smile.., and then to her necklace. Speaks for a good while...then slowly leans back. Kisses the very edge of the pyre and stands back*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *perhaps oddly, she doesn't speak for her packmate...remaining silent and almost unseen*

Brad Mullins (late thug): *heads over close to Viv*

Vivian Weiss:  Takes Kenneth.. bouncing him a little to keep him quiet. "Everyone here will make sure you know your father." she whispers to the child.

Vivian Weiss: Glances at Brad, hard to miss a guy as big as he is.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Brad.* You wished to speak?

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Moves through the deepening darkness to somewhere near Rane.*

Brad Mullins (late thug): Jub>> Yes Rhya.... I just wanted to say.... that uh.... even tho I sometimes got pissed at Jurg for this that or the other thing..... I always had respect for him... he was a great warrior, hell somewhere he still is.... an'... tho I know he didn't really ~like~ me... I'm deeply honored that he saw me as a warrior fit to defend Gaia along side him.... and I'm proud to say I did just that a number of times... he will be missed..... *nods and steps back*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *glances to Valerie, hyper-aware of people approaching her, at the moment*

Vivian Weiss: She can picture jurg glaring at Brad for being too close to her, a bit of a smile touches her lips for a brief moment.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods, looks to see if anyone else intends to speak, and heads back to the Pyre.*

Meredith Turner: *Let's Viv keep kenneth for a bit. Just stands, wiping her eyes and cheeks*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Being the ultimate "large personal space" person, herself, there's a good six feet between her and Rane.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *first he picks up the Everclear. Takes a sip, with a grimace, and then pours the rest onto the pyre--at least as high as he can reach. Then he pours on the vodka, without bothering to sample first, then any other alcohol offered. Near the fire, like he said, is a cask, and he dips a hollowed-out horn into it--yes, a drinking horn, and withdraws it full. He takes a sip, then hands it to Rane.* Just a sip.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Offers both bottles, wild turkey and JD to Jubes, for Jürg...*

Brad Mullins (late thug): *watches Jub*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she steps forward to take the horn, sipping as instructed*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *Nods and takes the horn back, bringing it to Mere, then the other Garou, then Viv and Elise and Bubba. Even Kenneth and Annaliese get a drop of mead off his fingertip. The rest--not much--goes onto the pyre. He nods his thanks to Flea, and the rest of the whiskey goes as well--just as well the clearing's a large one, because it's a rather interesting smell. He steps back to the small fire and picks up a burning branch, heading back and offering the stick to Mere.*

Brad Mullins (late thug): *takes a sip, then hands it back*

Elise Jarman: ((Oh man, my ass just went right in a sling, I gotta close this window...too many things going on at once. Elise will stand by Jubes and support him throughout the night.))

Meredith Turner: *Doesn't bat an eye when her son gets a little bit of alcohol. Very slowly moves and takes the burning stick. Pauses just looking at it and then slowly makes her way to the pyre* You'll always be with me..... *Whispered lowly, then brings the burning branch to the pyre*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Watches in silents, nodding back...*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  Having shared our friendship, and our respect, and having drank with Jurg one last time, we send him off to the Hall of the Heroes, where he will watch over us and rejoin us at the Last Battle.

Vivian Weiss:  She take her sip from the horn.... Watches Mere when she take the burning branch. As the Pyre starts to burn... "They will know, Jurg. I promise, they will know."

Meredith Turner: *Just watches as the pyre burns. Just staring into the fire...*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Steps close enough to grab Mere if he needs to--just in case.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Bites back a mournful howl...Even in homid....Twitches...Biteing her tounge...*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *just watching the fire catch and burn, the flickers reflected in her black eyes*

Brad Mullins (late thug): *steps closer to Viv... placing a hand on her shoulder*

Meredith Turner: *Turns and actually braces herself on Jublains shoulder. Looks up to him, tears falling from her cheeks again. Closes her eyes and just hugs Jublain close, crying*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *What Val gave to Rane, herbs and portions of aromatic woods, ignites smokily and sends clean scents heavenward.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods and comforts his packmate's widow.* I know...

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Cassy, being there for sure...Slinks close and burries into her...A tiny whine heard from the homid Flea and a few trembles*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Is standing beside Mere watching the pyre. The reflection of the flames in her emotionless gaze is more that just a simpal play of light, its also a snap shot of what she is probably feeling but refuses to express. Her face is just as cold. The color gone from her skin, replaced by passive indifference.*

Vivian Weiss: She's a bit startled when Brad touches her, but she doesn't pull away... watching the flames burn brightly.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *moves back further into the darkness, away from the heat of the flames*

Meredith Turner: *Pulls back slightly looking at Jublain. Takes a deep breath and draws herself up* We will be.... we will be Jublain... I swear it... He.. he deserves us to be.... *nods, and gives a sad smile, and wipes her eyes*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Allows Flea to embrace her. She holds her tight for as long as she wishes, though she sheds no tears herself. It's as if every emotion she has displayed over the course of the last week has been sealed tight behind some impenitrable wall deep in the back of her consciousness.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods* We'll survive. *Looks around.* There is meat, and there is mead. Stay for awhile.

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Sniffs with a quick sneer and hard look at the flames, covering for a near-tear.*

Meredith Turner: Jub> I will.. I plan to be one of the last ones here.......

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Finally gets ahold of herself, haveing shed the last few of her tears...She stands and whipes them away, nodding sheepishly her thanks to her packmate...Glances at the pyre again, just watching...*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *The lower part is soaked enough in alcohol that it blazes up fairly quickly--the rest catches easily enough from that, and soon a ten-foot stack of wood is blazing merrily, hot enough that everyone needs to step back. Jublain, making no attempt to hide the tears running from his good eye, picks up the shovel.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Mere.* Good.

Vivian Weiss: Tears on her cheeks glisten in the fire light.

Vivian Weiss: she'll definately move back from the heat, turning slightly to shield Kenneth from it.

Meredith Turner: *Just leans back against a tree, bracing herself there, watching through red rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks. Her hand clasped around her wolf head pendant*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Takes a few steps back, standing in silence...Just watching..*

Brad Mullins (late thug): *puts his arm around Viv's shoulders to comfort her*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *She's like a statue, unmoving, and transfixed on the blaze in front of her. Her eyes are hollow and distant, not so much peering into the flames so much as staring through them in a kind of 1,000 yard stare.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *Sets out several mugs around the cask, and a few sticks for roasting cuts of meat over the smaller fire. Anyone who even thinks about roasting a marshmellow on Jurg's pyre gets jackslapped.*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Stands motionless, barely even breathing, and internalizing*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *finally moves over to stand nearer Valerie, shoulders almost touching*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Heads over to Rane.*

Vivian Weiss: She offers a small smile to Brad. "I'm alright." her voice a little strained.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *looks to Jublain as he approaches her*

Meredith Turner: *Slowly moves back over and takes Kenneth back, and cradles him close*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Rane>>we'll see him again. I... hell,I thought I'd be the one to go first....

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Turns her head to see Jublain coming toward Rane..almost protectively*

Vivian Weiss: Place a kiss on the top of Kenneth head before Mere takes him nad gives Mere an one armed hug.

Meredith Turner: *Returns the hug weakly and moves back to her spot. *

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she nods a little to Jublain....her eyes dropping almost automatically*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Stands with the other two Garou for a time, silently.*

Meredith Turner: *Mere will stay till she is one of the last people there. She won't eat a thing and if only pursuaded will she drink anything. Doesn't cry anymore for the rest of the night. Keeps Kenneth close the entire time* (And with that folks.. I gotta jet... *pouts*)

Brad Mullins (late thug): *gives Mere a hug too*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: ((Night Tristan))

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): (('Nite, ma'am.))

Vivian Weiss: She heads over to the mead and grabbing up a mug and full it up.. raises the mug up toward the pyre and takes a healthy drink form it. ---- and on an empty stomach it won't take much for her to her toasted.

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Crinkles her nose again and squints her right eye, breathing too deeply.*

Vivian Weiss: ( Night Trissy.)

Rabid Lurk: night, Tris

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Follows Viv...Jürg said to get drunk to...Gets a mug slowly, usually not much the drinker but...Raises the mug in honor of Jürg and slings some of it back...*

Vivian Weiss: Viv's either sleeping out here or someone will have to get her back to town.

Brad Mullins (late thug): *heads for the mead... that stuff was good... he heads over to Jub first*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Still standing silently next to Rane and Val.*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *Swallows hard and gives the pyre a dirty look for making her almost cry. Then goes to the Mead and pours only a taste. Raises the cup toward the pyre.* You'll excuse me for not getting shitfaced right now. I'll be sure and do it when I'm not knocked up any more. *Drinks*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Jublain's staying all night anyway, to make sure the fire doesn't get out of control.*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Hasn't moved an inch. While everyone is drinking, she stands oblivous to everything except the pyre. Blood dripping from between her clentched fingers*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW):  *finally drops to a crouch, hanging her head so that her hair hides her face, bringing her hands up to conceal whatever her long raven locks can't*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Drops to one knee, draping an arm across his packmate's shoulders.* Let it go.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *Jublain can feel her shaking, but if she's actually weeping, it's in total silence*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Just lets her shake.*

Brad Mullins (late thug):  Jub>> Rhya... I meant what I said... it's an honor to serve beside you and your pack.... if you ever need anything... I'll be there......... *offers his hand and forearm to shake Fenrir-style*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: *For the sake of the packmembers and family's privacy, she takes a last look at the pyre and nods a farewell. Then, sidesteps.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Brad, right arm around his packmate's shoulders, on one knee, and takes Brad's forearm with his left.* I thank you.

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *turns her face into Jublain's chest*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Strokes the woman's hair, whispering.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Gets another mug of the mead...By gods...Jubes said to finish it before the nights over with...She'll atleast try n help...Watches the pyre, silent...Drinking from the mug...Golden brown eyes glitening but no more tears...*

Brad Mullins (late thug): Jub>> *smiles a bit* y'know... after the SR split.... I seriously thought about askin you if you ever accepted non-Fenrir.... but I figure Jurg woulda been pissed *chuckles, thinking*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Her fists clench tighter as well as her jaw, though the expression on her face remains blank, or better yet. Lost.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *A little busy at the moment, with his packmate breaking down in his arms. Nods to Brad.* Don't worry 'bout it *and turns his attention solely to his packmate.*

Morgan Black: *she'd been there, watching from above, not in the mood to be social*

Vivian Weiss: Viv drinks until she passes out.. which isn't very much. she hasn't eaten in days.

Morgan Black: *she comes down from the tree she'd been lurking in, and lands, shifting to homid*

Brad Mullins (late thug): Jub>> yeah... well I'll quit buggin you now........ *heads away... noticing Cassy's look... he heads over to her* hey..

Cassy Nix (S-E-D):  *If there is any comformation that she heard Brad, its not visible on her face, or in her fire lit green eyes, that are now begining to glaze over, and quiver ever so slightly*

Morgan Black: *she walks up to the pyre, taking a very large black feather-big enough that it looks as if it came from her crinos form- out of her pocket. there is a sparkly stone tied to the end of it, so that she can easily toss it into the pyre*

Valerie "Rolling Blackout" Karydikrotos: ((Different room, still online))

Brad Mullins (late thug): Cass>> *puts his arms around her softly... holding her close*

Vivian Weiss: Viv sleeps under a tree.

Morgan Black:  *she sighs, and backs up a few steps, crouching down like a bird settling her feathers, getting comfy. she's wearing black shorts and a black tanktop, without shoes again. her hair is left to fall over her face*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *silently huddled in Jublain's arms*

Vivian Weiss: (Well, I'm gonna close this window. Ping me on ICQ or Msn if I'm needed.)

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *The sudden physical contact seems to jolt her back from whatever place she had escaped to. She jumps slightly at the touch, but doesn't shake it off immidiatly. She just gazes for a couple more seconds before wiping a moist eye with her thumb, and then taking her bloodied cut hand and flinging it out toward the pyre, spattering some of the blood on the wood before turning around and smiling at Brad as if she hadn't just spent the last 30 minuits looking like she might actually cast herself upon it.* Lets Drink...

Morgan Black: *she looks over at jub and rane, just watching them. curious about how people mourn. her dark eyes do not blink as much as they should, and her movements are more birdlike than usual.*

Brad Mullins (late thug): Cass>> you ok?

Cassy Nix (S-E-D):  *Nods at Brad, still smiling* Hell yeah I'm ok. My boy is getting wasted right now in his homelands with his ancestors. I think we shouldn't let him down by standing her and letting all this great mead go to waste...*Brushes by Brad and helps herself to a large mug of mead, and Chugs*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((And I actually have to bail too... G'night, ya'll!))

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): ((Night Kari))

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): (('Nite, ma'am.))

Brad Mullins (late thug): Cass>> hey, what happened to your hand?

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she remains with the pyre, falling asleep curled on the ground at some point, though that sleep isn't sound, she whimpers a lot*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Stays with Rane for a bit, then stands, drinks a little, and mostly watches the pyre burn.*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Chugs and looks at deep, clean gash on the palm of her hand* Just a final promise to a good friend...*Lights a smoke, and shoves a full mug into Brads chest before continuing to drink hers*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Glances at Jubes* May I have some of the meat, Rhya? *Silently looking for an excuse to scoot away and think along by the smaller fire for a bit and still be able to watch Jürg and make sure he doesnt get out of hand...*

Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *)(*gone*)(*

Morgan Black: *unfolds herself so she's standing, and walks over to jub, hands in her pockets. her form of mourning is wearing nothing sparkly, making it seem like part of her is just...missing.*

Brad Mullins (late thug):  Cass>> *takes the mug... doesn't ask her to elaborate... that's between her and Jurg...... he turns to the pyre and raises the mug* we mighta been buds one day man.... it woulda been great........ *then downs half of it*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* That's what it's for. Cassy, can you come here a minute?*Nods to Morgan.* Evenin', Hrafn.

Morgan Black: *nods to him, quiet for the moment*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Turns and watches the fire. She holds up her mug in salute to her teacher* Don't wasting all that JW at once teach...*Smiles, and watches in silence for some time, though she doesn't take on her previously empty expression, apparently having found the closure she was looking for, or just putting on a good act, after all. She is a Galliard*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Slinks off into the woods...Disapearing for a good while, comeing back with a few sticks which she sits and sharpens...Quiet as ever...*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Turns to Jubs, and walks slowly in his direction, coming to a hault almost shoulder to shoulder with him*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Jurg left a couple of notes. He wants you to have his hammer. Also his bracers, and his shin-guard, and his jacket.

Morgan Black: *quiet little sigh*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Cocks her head slightly, quirking a confused look* He...he what? *Hesitates, trying ingest what he's just told her* all that?

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D):  *Stands, keeping her small pocket knife out and moves to the deer, cutting a thin but long strip off and moves to one of the stricks and puts on end on and slides it a few inches, then the other end she takes and pierces. Some of the mead from her mug she rubs on the meat before roasting it on the small fire, sitting alone...*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *Nods.* As long as you hold to Wolverine's ban, and to one of his own. Never leave an ally behind. As long as you honor his teachings and his memory, you've got his blessing.

Brad Mullins (late thug): *hears Jub and Cassy... holy crap...*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D):  *Eyes dart to those here, seeing if anyone wants any...Golden eyes sad....Removeing the meat, still on the raw side after a few moments...But shes lupus born and thats good for her...*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D):  *Snorts a little, not in disgust or disrespect, but more in disbelief* Of course rhya. I made an oath. I'll never stray from that, or anything I've been taught. My only that one day...*tear rolls down her cheek* I'll be able to wield his weapons as effectively against our enemies as him...

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* Someday. You've got the heart for it. Come on to the compound tomorrow and I'll dig them out for you.

Brad Mullins (late thug): *just drinks his mead.... knows good and well Jurg didn't leave him nothin.... that's cool tho...*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): *Starts in on the strip herself, silent...Cant let food go to waist and can always fix for the others if they want her to...Now and then glanceing at the pyre, checking...*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D):  *Chugs from her mead while glaring into the flames, then starts to giggle* Do you remember when Jurg was still trying to get that damn fire spirit bound to his fists, and in preperation he had to burn his fuckin nuts...*giggles, and shakes her head softly* funniest shit man.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods, smiling slightly.* He bitched about that for weeks.

Morgan Black: *smiles at cassy*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D):  *Still Chuckling* you remember how it didn't work the first time, and he had to start all over. OMG. I'll never forget the look on his face when Val told him he'd have to roast his jolley's again. *snorts into her drink* Jurg's nuts roasting on an open fiiiire...*heh*

Morgan Black: i always liked his dating advice...

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* Or when he'd get indignant, when I wouldn't drink his antifreeze-vodka mix.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (DenMomma, S-E-D): (Eck...Booted. Need to run for a bit. Flea will stay all night if allowed, keeping an eye on the pyre and checking on everyone as is her nature...If not allowed she'll just head back to the JY to mope around and train)

Morgan Black: *grins crookedly*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *chuckles.* Morgan>>You realize how many months he spent trying to hook me up with you?

Brad Mullins (late thug): *just drinks... listening to the good memories.... what's he got? "hey, remember when I touched Viv's shoulder and he threatened to kill me? HA! Good times...." ... he refills his mug*

Morgan Black: *laughs a little*i did have a crush on you for a while.

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Snortles* Man...I drank that poisen one time. I fuckin turned green and spent half the night puking. Yah know, normally when something like that happens you get a little worried. Not him though, he just sat there and called me bitch, and told me I had to drink more so I could build up a tolerance. Oh my god...And that one time you guys taped that Fury kin to the Crane...*laughs*

Morgan Black: actually, i had a crush on both of you, but i liked meredith too, so...*blushes as she realizes that she's babbling things she didn't mean to tell anyone. whoops*

Morgan Black: ...i respect meredith, i mean, not had a crush on her too. hahr.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Grins.* Nobody can prove that.... *Looks at Morgan.* A crush on Meredith?

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Looks at Morg, and just smiles* Are you serious? Jeezus Morg. You dirty homewrecker...HAHA

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *chuckles.* Nevermind.

Morgan Black: *wrinkles her nose*

Morgan Black: you were both so nice to me when i came here. accepted me as if i was a friend you knew already. i appreciated that.

Morgan Black: *stares at the fire blankly. her eyes are dry.*jurg told me once that he was jealous of you, jub.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Of me?! *Yes, genuinely surprised.*

Morgan Black: *nods and looks at him*he promised he'd tell me a secret about himself, and that was his secret.

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Just shakes her head, enjoying the moment. Her voice gets a little softer, though still light hearted* I'll never forget the day he took me on as his student. It was only like a couple weeks after I showed up at that JY. He was all piss ass drunk, talking about knocking out Linda, and Cindy in like 3 seconds and shit. So I told him to try and knock me out that fast. We went to the circle and started dukin it out, he kicked me in the gut, and I came back, and I kicked his ass in the nuts so fuckin hard. Oh my god. I've never seen him in that much pain. That boy doubled over, and didn't even get up for like 5 seconds. *whistles* I thought it was over. Thats when he got up. Man. He was sooooo mad. I thought I was dead meat. After that he beat my ass worse than any beating Ive taken, even in battle. Took Val, AND Twomoons to heal me...then. He just offered his hand to help me up, and told me he'd train me as long I never did that again...*nods and smiles*

Morgan Black: *grins wickedly*i did that to him once too...he punted me across the training circle for it, but it was worth it. *giggles*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Thinks* I lasted longer than 3 seconds though.

Morgan Black: i lasted a half second when it was just me an' him.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* You did. And you took what you had comin' with grace, instead of bitching about it for months. That makes a difference.

Brad Mullins (late thug): Cass>> *thinks* I lasted..... hell almost a minute.... I think....

Morgan Black: *snickers*...or when he told me he got beat up with twomoons' arm. what a bizarre story to hear...i couldn't decide if i should have been amused or shocked.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  My longest fight... was with Sydney, actually. I kept punding her and pounding her, and she had the devil's own luck. The shot that should have busted her jaw skidded off her cheekbone, the one that should have put her sternum into her heard glanced off her ribcage... it was just freakin' nuts. ((it was. I had the absolute crappiest damage rolls that night.))

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Nods* Eh...I knew I deserved it. I knew he wasn't joking when he said he'd kill me the next time...*manages to laugh* Its wierd though yah know. I remember thinkin when i first got here that this guy was gonna be problem. like a first class Asshole. I was honestly afraid of him. But after that day, after he offered to train me. Yah know, I don't care how rough around the edges he was, or how big his mouth was. He was the first one to take me in, and make me feel like I had a place. Well, him and Linda. was different with him, cause he of all people was the one person I thought would never give my scrawny little ass the time of day.

Brad Mullins (late thug): Jub>> ya... I ain't never had a fight with you that lasted longerthan a few seconds.... 'specially when you used morningstar.... but I gotta plan for next time tho *G*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Turns to Jubs* Are you sure we're talkin about the same Sydney? My Sydney? Sydney who would trip over her feet and cry over a skinned knee?

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* That one. You know what the difference between she and Jurg? Well, aside from the fact that Jurg was worth a shit?

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Jurg slitted Cindy's tongue.....

Morgan Black: *quiet laugh*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Looks at him curiously* Whats that?

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): ((DLP))

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Almost spits the mead out of her mouth, laughing* Oh thats horrible man. Haha

Brad Mullins (late thug): Jub>> ..... ya.... and...?

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Looks at Brad* Sydney was one of my old packmates. She was and Cindy had a...thing.

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): ((Delete that "was" in last sentence of that post))

Morgan Black: *shifts to corvid and flutters up to jub's shoulder*

Brad Mullins (late thug): Cass>> ...... ok...... *still doesn't get it*

Morgan Black: *clicks and caws in her throat, preening jub.*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Brad>>Think on it. *Scritches the raven's head.*

Morgan Black: *warbles softly, closing one eye, then the other*

Brad Mullins (late thug): .... Jurg slit Cindy's tongue.............................................. *drawing a blank..... my god he's dense*

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Dismissive wave to Brad* I'll explain another time...*Hits her smoke* I remember when Vinny got Jurg to fight him in the Umbra. Cept that bitch was usin his rifle, and takin pod shots at Jurg the whole time. I remember Jurg took about 8 bullets to the chest in Glabro before he even wavered. The funniest shit though was that Vinny was talkin all kinds a shit to him, and so was Lisa. Well Vinny just got done calling Jurg a bitch, and took his attention off of him long enough that Jurg picked up this fuckin massive rocked. Chucked it the 20 yards or so Vinny was from him, and Banked that rat in the side of the fuckin head. The gun went flying, and Vinny's ass dropped off this heap like a fuckin brick. I laughed so hard I thought Lisa was gonna come after me for it. That shit was comedy. I even drew him a picture of it. I think he still has it up in the Van

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Grins.* Wish I'd seen that. *Dips the horn full of mead and takes a long drink.*

Morgan Black: *cackles at cassy's story*~votm~i hadn't heard about that, that's a good one!

Morgan Black: *pokes the horn with her beak*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Holds up the horn so the raven can take a sip.*

Morgan Black: *has a sip*~votm~good stuff.

Cassy Nix (S-E-D): *Nods and refills her drink.* Good times...*smiles, and hits her smoke* ((Player is gonna head out. Cassy will make sure she's the last Non-Pack guest at the pyre, before thanking Jubs, and Rane and leaving the DoW to spend some time with their comrad))

Brad Mullins (late thug): *still thinking..... sipping his drink....*

Morgan Black: *stretches her legs, unfolding one wing, and then the other*

Morgan Black: ~votm~i think it's time i got back to the chicks. don't want mikey goin too crazy from their squeeking.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* Good hunting, Hrafn.

Morgan Black:  ~votm~you too jublain. be careful. *nibbles his ear, and then takes off, circling around the smoke from the pyre once, and then flies upwards, and is **gone**((nite guys!))

Brad Mullins (late thug): *mutters* Jurg slit Cindy's tounge....... Cindy slit Sydney's? Sydney slit Cindy?

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Sighs.* Turn it around, Brad.

Brad Mullins (late thug): *looks at Jub* Jurg toungued Cindy's-..... OOOoohhhhhh! I gotcha.... Sydney tounged Cindy's slit..... *nods* heh.... good thing I'm not a ragabash huh?

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Don't worry abut it.

Brad Mullins (late thug):  ya well... that's why humor ain't my department an' bustin heads is.... *finishes off his mug and heads to the barrel (or whatever) and looks at Jub* May I?

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* That's what it's here for. ((Yeah, a small barrel.))

Brad Mullins (late thug): ya well... that's what I can say I learned from Jurg..... ask b'fore you guzzle... *fills his mug* I jus' wish he'd been around long enough for us to become friends.... or at least long enough to figure out that I wasn't a girl crazy man-whore who was tryin to steal his mate..... *sighs a bit*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  He's touchy about such things. Her family... objected. So much that they locked her away and a Theurge stopped him from being able to track her down. If she hadn't managed to escape on her own, she might be there yet.

Brad Mullins (late thug): damn... that sucks....

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* Family can be a bitch, sometimes.

Brad Mullins (late thug): ya... I guess so.... I lucked out I guess.... my family was ok...

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* Mine's good folks.

Brad Mullins (late thug): ya? cool... guess we both lucked out then..... now if I can just manage to get laid I'll be in good shape *chuckles*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *chuckles.* Haven't talked to Elise' father yet. Going to soon, but there's a lot of things that need doing first. Now, my last wife... that didn't go so well.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  Well... her family objected. Basically, her father refused permission. I had to challenge him and demand his permission before I could mate her. First I had to reach Krigare, so I'd be of a rank to challenge him--she went on about how he thought I was inferior for living in a scab, but I think it was simpler than that. He didn't think I was good enough for her because she was his little girl and ~no one~ was good enough for her. But I made the rank, issued challenge. Took him down and he came back in Frenzy--and just about cut me in two. I came back in Frenzy--not the first time my Rage has been the only thing to keep me alive--and the next thing I knew my arm was sticking out of his back up to the elbow and there was nothing the healers could do for him. Things kind of went sour between Roxanne and I after that.

Brad Mullins (late thug): ouch...... I guess so..... sorry dude...

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods.* She went back to her family and I havent' seen her since. Had to talk quick to stop Hadrian from killing her for it.

Brad Mullins (late thug): for leaving? why'd he want to ill her?

~b-fly~: You guys still here? *chuckle*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Because she broke the marriage vows. Suppose I can't blame her--can't be easy for a woman to share a bed with the man who just about tore her father limb from limb, but Hadrian was a bit more... traditional.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): ((Yup. Not for too much longer, though.))

Brad Mullins (late thug): I guess so... damn....

~b-fly~: Just peekin' in on my way out.. Night guys.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Yeah. Made life interesting.

~b-fly~: *flutters away*

Brad Mullins (late thug): *nods and downs the rest of his mug* I better be gettin some sleep Rhya..... thank you for letting me attend... it was an honor *offers his forearm again*

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods and takes the man's forearm.* No problem a'tall. I'll stay up a bit, make sure the fire burns alright.

Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3):  *Picks up the shovel and puts out any sparks or coals that get too close to the trees, finally shifting to Lupus and curling up next to his packmate (and Elise, if she's still there.)*

Brad Mullins (late thug): *nods* OK.... good hunting, Rhya... *looks at the pyre one last time and says to Jurg* good hunting... Rhya...... *heads out*

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