Hatred and Fear: Introduction
| Hatred and Fear: Introduction | |
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| Players
Griff, Silvia, Shorewalkers, Silvia as ST. |
Lakeview Hisil Silvia, distracted by the Crescent Moon, spends some time in the Shadow with Griff. They happen upon a very nasty spirit in their would-be territory. The log begins mid-scene, where the wolves enter the street that that houses this spirit. |
+----+ Silvia +----------------------------------------------------------------+ Silvia's arms wrap around her and she walks on, gloomy. Even Griff's emotional flipping to try and cheer up the mood doesn't work for her this time. She stalks along in silence. Eventually they get to where they're going, and Iki, the wolf-spirit in human form, is pointing towards the 'house' in question, though she really doesn't need to. It's a normal street in the middle of suburbia -- normal the shadow, anyway. Spirits of home and family, neighbors and friendship linger in the air. And it's all tainted by one house at the end of the street. Far too large, far too ominous, a dark cloud of gloom in the midst of the street. Black and dilapidated, a two story house that physically shouldn't be able to fit where it is, the feeling of death and hatred washes over the two wolves like a palpable thing. "Oh shit," Silvia breathes as she examines the rest of the neighborhood. +----+ Griffiths +-------------------------------------------------------------+ Griffiths itches her hands, scratching at them with furious, anxious nails. "Fuckin'... feel that in the air? Feel it in your blood? There's... somethin', in that house. Somethin' we oughtta do. Oughtta see. You... ready for a scrap, love? If it comes down to it. I'm right here, yeah? Nothin' we can't..." Griff looks like she's about to hurl, as her golden gaze scans across the ominous area. She bats the feeling away, furiously. "NOTHIN' we can't beat." +----+ Silvia +----------------------------------------------------------------+ <<You have seen it. I shall now depart. Come find me by the lake if you wish sometime, Ithaeur.>> Iki gives a bow, a bow that keeps on going as it returns to its wolf-shape, and slinks off down the street, avoiding the house. Silvia nods absently, letting the spirit go. "I haven't been this way in the Shadow yet ..." Silvia says, "I'm going to look across. Keep an eye out for me while I'm blind here. Let's get a bit closer, first." And then she does exactly that, moving closer, and letting her gaze unfocus as she pushes her senses back across the Gauntlet, into the Material. Usually, she does this the other way around, staring into the Shadow. "It's an old house, dilapidated and kinda fuckin' ruined," she's saying as she looks at the place. "For sale sign out the front. That's a fresh fuckin' sold sticker. Whoever the fuck has moved in here ..." +----+ Griffiths +-------------------------------------------------------------+ Griffiths bares her teeth, her lips peeling back across lengthening canines. "...You tell me what you need me to do, Silvia. You tell me to wander back to our little cubby hole an' pick up my Chainsaw? I'll do it. Been a damn long while since I hunted shit. I-" She remembers herself, and the assignment the Ithaeur actually gave her. "I'll watch you, love. Keepin' you safe. You... you do the recon. Look for what this is. Then, we'll act together." +--------------------------+ Griffiths rolls 7 Dice +--------------------------+ Roll: Perception +1 Result: Failure -- (2 1 2 5 4 6 7) +-------------------------------------------------------- failure (public) ----+ +---------------------------+ Silvia rolls 10 Dice +---------------------------+ Roll: 10 Result: Success (3) -- (4 3 10 2 8 9 2 2 6 3 3) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +--------------------------+ Griffiths rolls 6 Dice +--------------------------+ Roll: Resolve +Composure +Primal Urge Result: Failure -- (1 5 3 6 3 7) +-------------------------------------------------------- failure (public) ----+ +---------------------------+ Silvia rolls 6 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Resolve +Composure +Primal Urge Result: Success (1) -- (3 9 3 3 3 3) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----+ Silvia +----------------------------------------------------------------+ Silvia's blind, she's watching the other side. "Oh shit Griff, this is a Place-That-Isn't. This house, it's not this fucking big," she says. "Let's see if we can get a little more ..." she's trailing off then. It's not Griff's fault really, that she didn't see the spirit. It's a shadow, in amongst the actual shadows, just another spot of black. But it's moving, and it's slipping up the road. A shadowy, humanoid form, with blurred features and faces that are always shifting between various sinister, monstrous features. It's the aura that gives it away, an aura of dread that joins with that sense of hatred, the chill that climbs up the spine and threatens to freeze one in their tracks. A mouth, all white teeth in a shadowy maw splits open far too wide. +----+ Griffiths +-------------------------------------------------------------+ Griffiths sees this tangled knot of nightmare flesh and terror teeth advancing on them - maddening, chattering burble leaking from it's lips like effulgent, pestilent slime. There's no time... she thought. No time to warn Silvia! In her vision, there are flashes - like lightning illuminating the clouds - of that very forest clearing. She had been here before, she realizes - to her dawning horror. Underprepared, stood by the side of her loved ones. In the realm of the spirits. Not again. Notagain. Notagainnotagainnotagainnotagain- "NOT AGAIN!" She roars, primal rage spitting from her lips as the Gauru overtakes her - ripping from her like the cord of a chainsaw as she BURSTS into her monstrous aspects. She leaps on the Frightling, snapping her jaws, barking, and tearing chunks through the air with her massive claws. <shift> Griffiths changes to her gauru war-form. +-------------------------+ Griffiths rolls 5 Dice +--------------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl -7 Result: Success (3) -- (8 3 5 8 8) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +---------------------------+ Silvia rolls 10 Dice +---------------------------+ Roll: 10 Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (9 2 8 4 10 4 7 5 8 6 8) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +----+ Silvia +----------------------------------------------------------------+ Griff's assault is savage fury, and the spirit thought it had her. The spirit has underestimated it's prey, and in truth, realized they were never prey. Jaws bite through shadowy nothingness, and claws tear at the creature's Essence. It wisps out of the Gauru's grasp, shadowstuff reforming some yards away, back in the shadow of the looming House. Smaller than before, but it's mouth opens wider that should be possible, threatening to split it's face in two as it //yawns// at the Gauru wolf, attempting to drain down her Essence for itself. +---------------------------+ Silvia rolls 9 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Wits +Occult +Wisdom Result: Success (3) -- (3 4 3 8 8 4 6 10 4 5) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----+ Silvia +----------------------------------------------------------------+ For her part, Silvia remains in her human form, darting towards the spirit, frowning at it, glaring. She's about to leap at it, about to switch to her something far better for violence herself, but she comes up short, stopping just before stepping into the shadow of the house. "Oh fucking hell --" she says, a hint of panic actually rising in her voice as she //stares// at the House. "It's not just a place-that-isn't, the entire house is awake. Griff, do NOT go into the shadow!" She shouts, looking up at the gigantic monstrosity that her packmate, knowing full well how hard it is to reason with a Gauru. +--------------------------+ Griffiths rolls 8 Dice +--------------------------+ Roll: Stamina +Resolve +Primal Urge Result: Success (3) -- (4 8 4 2 5 8 9 2) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +-------------------------+ Griffiths rolls 10 Dice +--------------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl +Willpower -7 Result: Exceptional Success! (6) -- (9 8 5 10 7 8 6 4 8 6 9) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +----+ Griffiths +-------------------------------------------------------------+ Griffiths is in a place where... though she hears the sounds Silvia is making but they bounce of the glacier of fear that chills the very bottom of her stomach - sat on the lake of rage and magma that is her Gauru. She howls at the top of her lungs, the cry piercing the very Hisil itself - leaping through the doorway on all fours and on top of the Frightling. She picks it up in her maw and SHAKES IT - sending scraps of it like a burst balloon to all the corners of the entrance hall. +---------------------------+ Silvia rolls 23 Dice +---------------------------+ Roll: 23
Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (7 2 7 10 6 7 5 10 7 3 3 5 4 9 5 8 5 1 9 3
2 6 5 6 2)
+------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +----+ Silvia +----------------------------------------------------------------+ She barrels the spirit through the door, and into what can only be described as a void of Hatred. The feeling outside was like being slapped in the face, here it is downright oppressive. The hatred beats in on Griff, even in her Gauru form, the walls seem to close in on her. Hatred itself tears at her form, as the house attacks: a wall seems to explode, sending shards and splinters of wood pelting at the Gauru. It's deadly. it's painful, and it's strong. If it wasn't for the killing-form, there's little doubt that this could kill an Uratha. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Silvia is still away from the shadow of the creature, shouting. "GET THE FUCK BACK OUT HERE RIGHT NOW." It's a command, an order. But this is no sacred hunt. And then, she howls. She doesn't change form, but it's not her human side that's howling. It's her wolf self, her spirit self. The howl of an Ithaeur, that makes the spirits pay attention. Most back down. Most, out of at least respect, acknowledge the Ithaeur's role as the hunter of spirits. The House doesn't listen, really. It doesn't care. It Hates far too much. +--------------------------+ Griffiths rolls 9 Dice +--------------------------+ Roll: Resolve +Composure +Willpower Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (5 9 10 2 2 1 8 10 6 9 7) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +----+ Griffiths +-------------------------------------------------------------+ Griffiths is stood, stunned - her mind compromised, her body torn. The blood that surges through her veins like hot lead tries to piece her form together, but her mind needs that.... nudge. It's only then that a howl pierces the darkness and the gloom and the hate - swearing at her, howling at her, calling her to retreat. It's like a sonic slap around the back of the head, shaking the Cahalith to her very marrow. She yelps, scrabbling along the loathsome floorboards with her paws to try and physically CLAW her way from the house that hates - desperate, furious, and shamed. By the absolute skin of her tail, she leaps free of the entrance just in time. Mere... inches, the tip of her tail tasting much worse a punishment. Rolling along the ground in an avalanche of yelps, teeth, and growling, the blonde behemoth washes up at Silvia's feet - that single command to HEEL saving her life. +----+ Silvia +----------------------------------------------------------------+ The house is already reforming that wall that exploded, getting ready for more, and the entire structure shifts, the wind whistling through windows and doors, and it becomes apparent that the house is ... laughing. Silvia bristles, glaring at the spirit, "Griff, I need you back. We //have// to get out of here. We need to know more, and we need the whole fuckin' pack for this one. Come on, shift out of this, come back to me, and run with me." The Shadow is quiet. Nothing stirs after Silvia's howl. The spirits are waiting, and watching. +----+ Griffiths +-------------------------------------------------------------+ Griffiths is wounded, but reforming. Shamed, but rallying. Afraid, but still strong - Abni-Gur has taught them both well. She pounds her fists into the dirt, HOWLING with frustration - jabbing a clawed finger at the house and screaming obscenities in the first tongue. <<BOTTOM FEEDER! WHELP! I'LL FUCKIN' GUT YOU AN' STUFF YOU ON MY WALL! I'LL SKIN YOU! BASH YOU! DRAIN YOU! SALT THE FUCKIN' LOCUS WHERE YOU GREW! I'LL STRIKE YOUR FUCKIN' NAME FROM THE LEGENDS, AN' YOUR LIKENESS WILL BE CAST ANONYMOUS TO TIME!>> She's shifting, the whole while this tirade takes place - body warping, voice box changing so that her screams pitch and warble and shift in tandem. She's in Hishu, once more - though still Gauru amounts of pissed. Bodily picking Silvia up, she tackles her around the middle in an intercept that any Rugby player would be proud of, darting back down the asphalt snake as fast as her legs can carry her. Her heart is pounding, her head is thumping - her subconscious and soul wail and scream and whine in fear and grief. | |