Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:18:53 PM)
(This user has entered Making Amends) (IP = 173.51.65.152)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:19:44 PM)
(ok so I shall let you start this adventure tell me what it is your doing)
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:21:33 PM)
Llew began his adventure by doing something he almost never did. He embraced the Sight, and tried to call up a vision that would set him on the right path. Normally he just left the sight alone, given how it made him feel afterwards, but this was vital, this was worth the deadness inside.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:27:08 PM)
*When he did this, he could feel the mist of salty sea on his lips, hear the rushing waves in his ears.. The sun was long since gone from the horizon.. And bright voice felt utterly alone, he could hear a howling wind, no it was allmost the sound of mourning, like mourning the dead.. It reminded him of all he lost it reminded him of the fear which was vital to his survival as he was reminded yet again of his own mortality, it seemed the howling winds was not winds but the howling of the banchees cry*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:27:37 PM)
(remind me to try to learn that gift....)
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:28:14 PM)
He tried to get a sense of 'where.' The sea breeze was a clue for sure, but the USA was covered in coastline. Something more concrete, some kind of image.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:30:34 PM)
*He could see a leaf blowing in the breeze infront of him it seemed to be guiding him.. leading him foward as it floated downward onto a piece of old newspaper..*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:33:58 PM)
He walked along. He had his sword with him, though rolled up in a duffel bag so as not to be conspicuous. He knelt to check out the newspaper carefully.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:35:59 PM)
*It showed the coastline of new orleans it showed a small fresh water stream that seemed to empty out into the ocean and spoke of people dumping trash in it..*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:38:42 PM)
"Hm." He crumbled it up and set it in the nearest trash, and went to book a greyhound ticket to the coast....
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:42:16 PM)
(New orleans is on the coast)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:42:29 PM)
(no need for a grey hound just need to go to the ocean)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:43:10 PM)
(i would think a normal city bus would take you there or a vehical if you have one)
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:44:55 PM)
(aight, city bus then =))
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:44:56 PM)
*The trip on the city bus would not be long as it dropped llewellyn off on the nearest public acess beach to the destination that he seen on that old piece of news paper*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:45:46 PM)
He went along, examining the nearest map and setting off to the area in question. It felt good to be out and doing something, even if it was something he'd rather he never needed to do.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:48:50 PM)
*As he looked at the map then began to move along he could taste that salty sea air, feel the cool ocean night breeze blowing on his skin and through his curly unruly hair, his own shadow seemed to dance and play along the dark sandy shore.. He could feel the conneciton to the umbra strong here as if the guantlet was low in this area.. remembering the banchees cry..*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:53:00 PM)
On which note, he'd take the time to step into the umbra, using the window of a building, out of sight of course.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:54:43 PM)
(no roll needed)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 10:55:56 PM)
*When Llewellyn stepped sideways the first thing that assulted him was a LOUD HOWLING that seemed to be eminating from a spot only a few feet ahead of him, and seemed to be echoing through out the umbra in the area..*(Gonna let you post your reaction to the howl before i post what it is the howl is saying)
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 10:57:49 PM)
Llew's answer to the howl was to listen. He was surprised it was quite that loud, but noises had stopped scaring him after he'd gotten out of the asylum. He simply waited, listening to make sense of it, sword hung from his belt now that he didn't have to hide it,.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:01:36 PM)
~Howl~Here died a great hero of the fianna tribe Deeded Fury of Black Stag a Seasoned vetran of the Grandchildren of Fionn holder of Elder Rank Protector of Numerous Carens both near and far, died in defence of Gaia herself here on this spot, may his memory never fade and this howl continue to remind those of what the nation and the tribe lost this day. *though the date is not mentioned and the howl continues to repeat itself loud and vibrant from some unseen mystical force*
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:02:31 PM)
(potty brb)
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:04:04 PM)
"Hell of a place to put a memorial..." he mused, walking toward the source of the howl to see if there was anything else he could suss out about it.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:05:30 PM)
(back)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:07:51 PM)
*As Llewellyn moved closer towards the sorce of the howl he could feel it allmost vibrating through him as if the person whom had made the howl was doing so at that moment, he could feel the mingled emotions of loss, of pain, of honor, and that feeling of pride of tribemate, perhaps packmate, perhaps just knowing this fury of black stag.. It was allmost overwhelming even with llewellyns dead feelings from useing his "sight" it still had a emotional pull on the galliard*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:08:58 PM)
"Where did your fetish go, dead friend?" He mused, trying to get a sense of where he was supposed to go from all this. "What can I do to unsully your memory?"
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:09:10 PM)
*there was no visual image there no show of recent fight what ever happened here happened a long time ago, there was no umbral shrine or markings just the howl*
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:10:44 PM)
(roll your rituals and intelligence)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:10:51 PM)
(diff 6)
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:12:29 PM)
(3s)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:18:13 PM)
*LLewellyn remembers stories about a ritual only known to galliards and even then only taught to galliards whom are trusted enough not to pass it on to any other auspice. One in which when a might hero falls some times the gathering for the departed is NOT enough. Sometimes the spot on which his heroic blood touched the soil needs a mark, even if the mark is completely invisable in the realm. In such a instance, a Galliard may enact the rite of echoing howl, while the rite can be preformed by a pack or even a large group it is just as enacted by one of the fallen werewolf's packmates.*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:19:38 PM)
"I'm not any of those things....but what the hell." He tried to think back through his ritual knowledge for the rite of the echoing howl. If he couldn't recall it, he'd probably have to petition the ancestors.
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:32:34 PM)
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Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:33:10 PM)
(sorry about that)
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:35:20 PM)
*When he began to think back he could see the darkness of the tained stream off in the distance.. See its linguring effect and see a old woman hunched over carrying a basket full of filthy clothes.. moaning and groaning as she moved away with her basket of clothes her head covered in a dark hood..*
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:37:01 PM)
He wondered if this might be one of the Morrigna,or a baen sidhe. He started to walk toward her and the stream to see what he cold learn of it. "Hello, little mother," he called out to the aged one.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:41:27 PM)
*The old woman turned and looked at Llewellyn and she spoke in a errie creepy low voice..* Hello Bright voice, you are here to ask for assistance? Or here to offer me some help?
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:44:54 PM)
"I would be a sad man indeed if I didn't offer to carry your burden, little mother." He smiled, holding out his arms to help her.
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:54:24 PM)
(er, allo?)_
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:55:35 PM)
*She handed him basket with the clothes in it and she motioned to the rocks on the shore she slipped beside them allmost seeming to float towards the shore as if she no longer carried the burden however he now carried the burden the basket was HEAVY even for a strong man such as himself and with it came a emotional burden that he was not ready for..*
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:56:38 PM)
*He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders or perhaps it was only the weight of his tribe.. She sat beside the water and dipped her feet into it letting out a huge sigh and she looked in his direction as she asked* could you please wash those for me, on the rocks here in the shore?
Llewellyn Watson (Jun 26, 2011 11:57:55 PM)
He'd expected something metaphorical of this sort, but the weight of it was immense. Still, one did not complain about the burdens one had volunteered to bear. He strode to the water with her, and nodded. "Is this the best place for cleaning them?" He asked it as he set down in the water, taking out garments to scrub against the rocks.
Gabby Girl (Jun 26, 2011 11:58:17 PM)
*The feeling of dred and sadness the feeling of utter fear of death seemed to choke the galliard, it was a feeling both strangely farmilliar to him yet distant at the same time.. Allmost like a memory being relived*