Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:16:58 PM)
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Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:17:05 PM)
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Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:17:13 PM)
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Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 9:17:15 PM)
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Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 9:17:18 PM)
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Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 9:17:31 PM)
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So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:17:35 PM)
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Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:17:36 PM)
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Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 9:18:13 PM)
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Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:18:20 PM)
*she looks at Akako* This is a serious matter is it not? Why should I feel like smiling? *the three eyes bore into the higher ranking Walker*

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 9:18:51 PM)
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Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 9:19:43 PM)
You're still trying to make friends, right? *winked playfully* Never gonna make em, if you keep your face like that. I've also heard it might stick that way....

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:19:49 PM)
*looking towards Tina* We are visiting a Fianna sept that fell in an effort to gain information on what happened because the wyrm creatures that they were fighting against in the late 1960's are extremely similar to the ones we face now resulting from the Macondo spill.

Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:20:22 PM)
*sure enough, when the assembled garou got out to the pasture there was a moon bridge just opening for them, and FInder of Lost Things was grinning at what she'd done as though it was the first time. It wasn't, that was just the joy she took in the world. Stalks the Fey walked with them* Remember, CuChulain's Fang. His real name is Frances, he *hates* being called Frances No matter what someone says to him, do NOT call him Frances, all right?

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:20:26 PM)
*nods to Keenan* My thanks.

So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:20:49 PM)
Frances, hm?

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:20:54 PM)
All right *browperk at that*

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 9:21:09 PM)
*Konrad, the large english fianna arives for some reason or another, wife beater aroudn his barrel chest and blue jeans upon his legs, his right arm is tatted up his hair is quietly a mess*

So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:21:09 PM)
*he chuckled* I will remember.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:21:10 PM)
How does he pefer to be addressed Stalks the Fey-rhya?

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 9:21:21 PM)
*Her brow remained set in a concentrating demeanor, not wanting to find the humor in his real name.*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:21:30 PM)
*shes tense, more nervous really*

Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:21:48 PM)
Cuchulain's Fang Rhya. *He winked*

Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:22:31 PM)
Just a warning. I once asked him if it was true his name was Frances. He broke my nose. I still owe him for that one.

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 9:23:16 PM)
There was no frown or anything else unpleasant in her expression. Anyone looking at her would see someone serious and nothing else. She heard the warning loud and clear and nodded in recognition and took the moonbridge without another word. hands tucked into the front pockets of her jeans.

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:23:24 PM)
Sounds like a Fianna *he murmured*

Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:23:37 PM)
*Finder of Lost THings turned around and faced the assembled garou* it's ready. Remember, stay on the path, do not leave it, or I can not gurantee where you will come out - or if you will come out.

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 9:23:41 PM)
Sounds like a prick *he said to keenan*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:23:41 PM)
*He nodded then smiled at the gate keeper before he slipped onto the shimmering bridge and shifted down to lupus form his dedicated items stayed dedicated and he picked his dagger up in his maw and began at a nice even pace on all fours*

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:23:51 PM)
*he shrugged to Konrad*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:24:23 PM)
*All three eyes alight with excitement and a touch of worry...her first real umbral trip wee!*

So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:25:02 PM)
*So-lun was more or less familiar with Moon Bridges...but was appreciative for the one-sentence safety briefing all the same*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 9:25:55 PM)
~ws~ "Crescent moon make moon bridge crumble, narrow. Walk careful, not want fall."

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 9:26:39 PM)
*followed after Dalton, slipping down into lupus. Padding along after Dalton with her 3 paws. She didn't seem to be having trouble keeping up either.*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 9:26:59 PM)
*She followed suit after the others, holding onto the strap of her bag.*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:27:21 PM)
*Her Lupus form is a reddish brown, with of course one nice extra eye smack in the forehead*

Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:28:05 PM)
*The make-shift pack traveled fast by moon bridge. At first you could see the ground fading beneath you, the golden lights of the city of New Orleans North and East, the clouds, some fat and dark and pregnant with rain reflecting the light of the city, then the path climbed through the clouds and above, the the narrow moon shone down from above while the world seemed to fly past underfoot. Land fled away and gave way to deep blue sea, and the night wore on, and then, seemingly faster than the wind, you found yourselves once more descending....

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 9:28:55 PM)
She moves competently and with easy comfort as she joins those on the bridge, her natural form well suited to extended travel, looking and listening and scenting as they went along. Taking it all in.

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 9:29:03 PM)
*always enjoyed the wonders of traveling by moonbridge. Taking a deep breath of the umbral air*

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 9:29:42 PM)
*The man took not lupus but crinos because if they were to get jumped he's not going to be the one to say he was unprepared*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 9:29:46 PM)
*She inhaled and then exhaled deeply, taking in all she could of this first experience of travel. Her eyes were wide with wonder, making a mental note to write this down later.*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:30:31 PM)
*the Walker studies Rowan* ws I'm Tina, deeded Tri-Optical, claith metis theurge of the Walkers.

Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:30:41 PM)
*Down, down through high cloud banks and thunderheads, past the rain drenched green land of the West of England and Wales, the garou found themselves running down toward a land covered in endless green fields and hedgerows and toward a rare undeveloped path of land, a deep peat bog near a city called Byrnberian in the southern end of what would be Wales...

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 9:30:58 PM)
Caitlin spent her time in quiet contemplation as she walked along with all the others. There was so very much to see and experience in that trip, so much she coudl learn from it and all the questions that formed in her head.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:03 PM)
*her ears perk up*

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:23 PM)
*he was quiet and swift as he traveled*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:23 PM)
*This was his second long moon bridge trip in a very short while. He was becoming acustom to this form of travle and it began to feel more natural to him then the last few times he had done it. When the bridge seemed to open up into the feshlands before dalton stepped out he shifted back to homid not wanting to take any chances with shredding the veil and he would motion for the others to wait *

So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:34 PM)
(Gotta head out)

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:40 PM)
(night!)

So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:41 PM)
(Will be back tomorrow)

So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:50 PM)
(Don't do anything interesting without me)

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:51 PM)
(bye bye sho lun)

So-lun (Sep 1, 2011 9:31:57 PM)
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Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:32:52 PM)
*He would check to make sure that it was a wooded area or deserted of people who could witness things like 3 eyed wolves coming out of thin air.. he knew it did not lead to a sept thus he wanted to double check first*

Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:33:23 PM)
*As you all ran, the end of the moonbridge finally became visible, the occasional spirits becoming more occasional, and finally, through a silvery portal the garou lept - into a ring of standing stones roughly as large as men and some 100 feet across. To the right of the circle was a pair of men, and to the left a pair of wolves. Directly in front of you was a large, dark haired man with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face. THe right side of his head was deeply marked by four claw scars that narrowly missed his eye. He watched and counted as the Shared Blood guests stepped through the moonbridge, then he stepped forward and offered a welcome* Greetings. WElcome to The Sept of the Lionheart's Blood. I am CuChulain's Fang. I'd hear you're names....

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 9:33:50 PM)
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Stalks the Fey et al (Sep 1, 2011 9:34:41 PM)
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Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 9:36:06 PM)
She flicks an ear, scenting those unfamiliar to her before she responds. ~ws~ "Liberty is Almost Lost, sometimes Alice Down the Rabbit Hole, born wolf. Packless Adren Gnawer Theurge of Shared Blood."

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 9:37:35 PM)
Cuchulain's Fang~rhya *he gives a nod to him* Konrad Val`Dismouth, cliath ahroun of the fianna, born on two legs, deeded Cut's the rope, or oaken hide *he said to him the gutueral snarls of the crinos almost booming*

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 9:37:41 PM)
*the glasswalker slowly shifted back to homid. Her missing paw, replaced by her bionic limb* I'm Akako Makako, Deeded Honorable Sacrifise by the spirits of my sept. And known as Divination among the Glasswalker Tribe. Fostern Theurge born of two legs.

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 9:38:11 PM)
*She gave a quiet nod, her tone even and respectful.* Rowan Wintermoon, homid-born Cliath Galliard of the Uktena, currently undeeded and packless.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:38:15 PM)
*He would motioned the others out of the bridge and respond to the man infront of him..* I am Twists The Truth Homid Born Half Moon of the Shadow Lords, Alpha of the Storm Crows Member of the Sept of Shared blood, Fostern of the nation. It is a honor to be able to come and hear what information you are capable of shareing with us CuChulain's Fang.. (and post mine first please people keep asking me to update them on the scene)

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 9:39:03 PM)
*CuChulain's Fang turned and watched each of his visitors as they spoke, marking them and their names. He gave Akako's bionic limb a lingering glance, and he stufied Tina's face intently for a moment longer than would be polite, but he said nothing until everyone was introduced....*

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 9:39:09 PM)
Caitlin waited for Dalton and others to speak first and as soon as she found a queue, she said. "Atalanta's Wrath. Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, born on two legs. Thank you for your hospitality Cuchulain's Fang Rhya."

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 9:39:17 PM)
(afk one, I have to feed two horses, this will be quick.)

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:39:44 PM)
.....I'm Tina Lorana human wise, my deedname is Tri-Optical, claith metis born theurge of the Glasswalkers. No pack..yet. Anruth trying to prove myself to Shared Blood.

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:40:29 PM)
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Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:40:36 PM)
*Tina looks at the Fianna elder her two normal eyes keep a polite interest, the third eye looks at the elder up and down, and then his onterage, and then back at the Fianna elder...damn third eye seems restless*

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:41:33 PM)
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BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 9:41:33 PM)
::he was the last one off the moon bridge as he looked around taking everything in kinda having brought up the rear and fianlly making it to the new location as he looked around ears perked and well taking in the different sights and people::

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:42:15 PM)
(have been ghosting since Dalton first stepped off the moonbridge, can someone please recap me)

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 9:42:28 PM)
(We gave intros)

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 9:45:35 PM)
::his ear flickered some and well he howled out his own intro once he was situated:; (wt) I am Bigger than most smaller then some cliath Ahroun of the Red Talons Alpha of Growl, Snarl, Growl pack ::he had actually growlled and snarle dout the name of his pack::

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:47:04 PM)
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CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 9:47:31 PM)
(Back - sorry.)

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:47:31 PM)
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Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 9:47:39 PM)
(Welcome back!)

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:48:35 PM)
(ty)

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:48:46 PM)
(yes wb)

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:49:17 PM)
*for posterity* Keenan Murphy, child of Stag deeded Runs like a River, cliath Theurge of the Sept of Shared Blood, and the pack Relentless.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 9:50:51 PM)
(Damn foul-tempered beasts horses can be. OKAY!) *CuChulain's Fang watched the assembled, then he gave a smile* I am CuChulain's Fang, Elder of the Fianna tribe, Philodox, born to man, and Warder to the sept. Stalks the Fey said you would all be coming. But time is of the essence, especially if what he fears has come to pass. Come with me and forgive us for not having a proper and gracious feast waiting for you - but we do have a lorie waiting and a fast boat at Milford Haven. I will tell you what can on the trip down.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:52:01 PM)
*He nodded and began to follow cuchulian along.. His eyes gazeing at those whom he brought with them.*

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 9:52:27 PM)
*a gracious nod* Your voices are warmth for our ears and that is hospitality enough.

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 9:53:12 PM)
She sniffs and looks, her ears pivoting this way and that as she takes stock of where they were.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:53:14 PM)
*One she hears about traveling she lowers her bandana, and arranges it so it looks like a normal style choice, oh verses the cover for her freakish third eye that it really is. Soon a normal seeming young woman stands there*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 9:53:35 PM)
*She gives a thankful nod.*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:53:38 PM)
*He asked* will we be going in public?

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 9:53:41 PM)
::he didnt understand the ape babble but he followed along listening and kinda just watching the others::

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:53:54 PM)
Im not sure bigger then most smaller then some speaks english

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 9:55:27 PM)
Caitlin goes along with everybody else, as usual, taking the time to have another look at different scenery and people she had never seen before she left her homeland. She would have many stories to tell her sister once she was back.

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 9:55:48 PM)
*he followed quietly his eyes looked around a few moments as he walked*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 9:56:02 PM)
*The walk was about a mile down a well worn game path in the peat bog. CuChilain's Fang spoke as they walked, though the other entourage seemed to fade into the shadows, but there was no doubt they were still out there.* Stalks the Fey said he was worried that the things that waylaid us in 1968 after the Torrey Canyon ran aground may have woken up when the Deepwater Horizon blew up and sank in the Gulf of Mexico. I pray he is wrong, but after hearing some of what's happened I fear he is not. So he asked me to take you to see the Elder Theurge Branwen's Grace before Gaia. It's not a short trip to get there though.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 9:56:29 PM)
*He thought for a moment* ANd no, to answer your question Mr. Fortman - I don't think you shall be in public much if at all.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 9:57:36 PM)
*He nodded* just making sure the red talon can remain in his wolf form with out scareing the shit out of a innocent person non privvy to the wolves that walk as men..

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:57:42 PM)
*she takes out a pen and pad from her bookbag writing things down*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 9:59:31 PM)
*She keeps back, silent, mostly unobstrusive....her hazel eyes locked on the higher ranks, once in awhile jotting something down that seems important, and...really wishing she had her I-pad dedicated*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 10:00:03 PM)
::he enjoyed the different scents in the bog and well his ears would flicker to the different sounds around them as he well kept his eyes out for trouble it was always good to be on the safe side the others could ask the questions and jabbering was not his thing::

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:02:00 PM)
SHouldn't be an issue. We've secured the use of a private launch and a fast boat owned by one of the local's kin down there. The milford Marina is kind of... low - rent - but it's the kind of place we can do this at the middle of the night and no one will bat an eye. *When they got to the "lorie" it was a big bus, an old tour bus, circa 1980's, the kind no one would think twice about seeing now, but it was BIG for the UK. The door was open and one of the two men who had met them was in the driver's seat. CuCHulain's Fang pointed to him* This is Jason. Jason is a Ragabash from Ireland. Should he tell you to get down or move, it means there's trouble - otherwise he'll be silent, but just be aware, he doesn't bark orders unless it's really important, so heed him - otherwise, he's pretty mellow. *ANd into the bus they went. The windows were all mirrored, heavily blacked out or otherwise opaque from outside.* Normally we'd not go to St. Martin - we stay away from there since '68 - only Branwen's Grace s

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 10:02:05 PM)
*the glasswalker made her notes mentally, occationally glancing back to make sure her tribemate was doing well*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:02:07 PM)
...stays down there anymore.

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:02:51 PM)
*a nod, listening, following, sticking close to Rowan, he murmured* If trouble comes, I'll watch your back if you watch mine.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:03:05 PM)
*Dalton motioned everyone in and made sure the red talon got on board..*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:03:24 PM)
Oh thats what a Lorey is. *climbs onto the truck*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:04:19 PM)
*She nodded to Keenan, giving him a reassuring gaze.*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 10:04:59 PM)
She pads along quietly, and let the Talon know that the only time the guy at the front would say anything was to give commands of danger.

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 10:05:36 PM)
::he well took alittle longer then most getting on the bus as his nose kinda wrinkled at the scent of it and well he ended up curling up right next to the front door finally settling on it this was not his thing but the reason being here was good enough to go along with what needed to be done:::

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:06:03 PM)
*Inside the bus there were mostly rows of "couches" on both sides so that a good twenty people could sit facing one another to speak. There was a small bathroom cubicle in the back and the whole thing was fairly comfortable. CuChulain's Fang spoke* A lorie is technically what you would call an 18 wheeler - but they call this thing the Lorie because it's so damn big. One of the kin owns it. *Once everyone was inside the door closed, the Jason the Ragabash turned and made a headcount, and he fired up the diesel and pointed them down the road It was a long lonely two-lane Engish country road, barely wide enough to be called one lane. CuChulain's Fang spoke* In the US they say a hundred years is a long time, in Europe we say a hundred miles is a long way.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:06:51 PM)
*Dalton took a seat towards the front of the bus faceing who ever sat across from him*

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 10:07:27 PM)
*made sure to find a nice seat near, Tina. Practically grinning from ear to ear*

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:07:43 PM)
*a faint chuckle to that*

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 10:07:51 PM)
Caitlin sat towards the front, keeping an eye out for trouble and paying attention to the road in her usual quiet way.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:07:55 PM)
*she nods and smiles alittle*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:08:32 PM)
*She grabbed a seat where she could look outside from, being sure to jot down notes on her notepad.*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:09:58 PM)
*CuChulain's Fang thought for a moment before he spoke again* I was a Cliath, only 16, when Torrey Canyon ran aground, in the Sept of the Leech Killers outside of Metropolitan London. I wasn't there, and I don't know all the details, but I'll give you my slimmed down version. What I do know is that the oil in that tanker had something big, and very nasty, sleeping in it, and when the tanker ran aground it woke those things up. They thrashed and fought their way to shore where they ben about making a huge umbral blight of the beaches they washed up on. At first that whole mess was a "local" thing - you know - my sept has it's own issues? But then it became obvious watching the news and talking to the various garou in the area that whatever had come out of the guts of Torrey Canyon was NOT just a local problem, it was big...

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 10:10:48 PM)
*he listened as he walked a bit*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 10:13:46 PM)
::he watched the world pass by out the front door as he layed there his head resting on his paws as his ears stayed back towards the one that would speak if there was trouble::

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:13:48 PM)
*dalton listened as the man spoke.. his eyes on his body language and his ears picking up the rise and fall of his voice as he expressed the emotions that such a memory brought with it. One remembering a shock that happened to them in the past was not always a far distant memory some carried it through it sunk home, some things where not easily over come..*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:14:00 PM)
Now, we're talking like, 50 odd miles of French Coastline - and while I'm not a lover or hater of the frogs, that's a lot of pollution - and 120 miles of Cornish coast. 120 miles! *He sighed* Not local, no, it was washing up and washing up and washing up and what happened was the worst of it began to aggregate these banes and collect them and they got beligerent and just kept getting stronger. At first the boys in the local sept - which used to be called the Sept of the Setting Sun - they began to plead for help, and it began to come. FInally, after a couple of weeks, a huge great moot for all the UK was called and no less than 110 trueborn garou were chosen to go do battle with these things. I was not one of them, but I was chosen to go and stand watch at the Sept of the Setting Sun when they went to fight.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:16:52 PM)
So I stood watch when all these Adren and Athro and Elders went to the coast to do battle. I was called some hours later and helped to being back the dead. We lost 14 garou. 12 to the banes themselves, 2 more to the sea itself in all the violence. 110 went out, and 96 came back. In the end, it was a near thing, we nearly lost. *The "lorie" rolled on, the English country side was dark out there, but when you did occasionally as a group catch sight of something lit up in the night by street lights or someone's security light or porch light, everything was typically british countryside - smallish, old, and rustic in ways only the UK could manage.*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:18:10 PM)
*He listened 110 garou was some thing the sept of shared blood did not have to spare.. He knew there was many eyes on the surroundings he was more focused on the story.. *how did you allmost loose?

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:18:51 PM)
*He paused then, and looked around* Branwen's Grace was an Adren at the time. She fought. She would know more. I could say, but I would be passing on information I can't say is true. That's why the trip down to St. Martin Island.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:18:54 PM)
(brb guys.)

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 10:20:11 PM)
One of tthem was Caitlin who was in the habit on being on guard for the greater part of her awake hours. She still listened to the story but focused on watching and guarding. She was leaning forward in her seat, readjusting her ponytail absently while she kept her watch.

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 10:21:30 PM)
She listens, though her gaze was pointed outward at the countryside.

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:23:04 PM)
*She busied herself with information jotting down of.*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:23:44 PM)
*he nodded to him in understanding* Thank you for that CuChulain's-rhya it is good to hear what you remembered and I look foward to hearing what Branwens Grace-Rhya remembers as well.

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:24:14 PM)
*notes, taken.*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:25:19 PM)
*CuChulain's Fang sighed* those things, they died, but in the end they were so damn... persistent, the blight they made, it sickened the land down there, you see... The Sept was very close to the coast, and the pollution, the blight? It destroyed the caern from underneath - it got sick and it died. It is something of a great failure we tell our cubs of to this day - a lesson not to wait too long when the wyrm rears it's head.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:25:43 PM)
*He looked around* THere's one more thing you should know about Brawnwyn's Grace Rhya...

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:26:32 PM)
*He looked at CuChulian when he mentioned there was one more thing to know, daltons left eye brow shot upwards curiously at the urgency in which chchu mentioned it*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:28:37 PM)
*She looked up, waiting for him to finish.*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:29:26 PM)
*He rubbed his chin* Elizabeth is 94. Oh, she was a trueborn garou - make no qualms about it, she was 49 when this happened, years ago, and as a result, she's... she spent a couple of years in Harano when they couldn't save the sept - this was her biggest failing in her eyes and she took it all personal. She got herself back together - she was never the same, but she did get herself straight and spent many years serving the garou nation, then in 1998 she went to St. Martin's - 30 years after the day - and she stayed there. She's since lost the wolf.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:30:28 PM)
*looks impressed, even the metis hasn't heard of too many garou living that long*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:30:46 PM)
St.Martins is where we are headed?

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:31:24 PM)
*he gave a slow nod, Stalks-the-Fey had noted this*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:32:38 PM)
*Dalton waited for the fianna he was speaking to, continue with this saint martins place.. everything was saint this holy that in wales..*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:33:07 PM)
Yes. *He gestured out the window, their talking had taken them far south - at least, far by English standards, and they were nearing Milford Haven* From here? AN hour or two by boat depending on the seas. Milford Haven was where the Torrey Canyon was SUPPOSED to come and dock...

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 10:34:05 PM)
She glanced at Cuchulain's Fang at that part of his story but quickly returned to her self-appointed duty, now having more to think on as the story ended.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:34:15 PM)
St Martin's is a small island West of the mainland - if you can call the UK Mainland - where there's some small farming communities. Real live-by-your-own-doing folks, salt of the earth, but good folks. Elizabeth is well liked there, 94 and she still plants and sows her own fields.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:35:29 PM)
*Dalton didnt seem to think about that little chance encounter of events.. falling silent seemingly out of questions at that point* (afk need drinkage)

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:36:37 PM)
*She smiled at the description, appreciating it and forming in her head what that must have been like.*

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 10:38:29 PM)
That particular place reminded Caitlin of home in many ways even though the sights were different, the people and the way they lived were very much similar, all that making her few a little homesick and bringing back fond memories but also reminding her why she left all of it behind, something she didn't want to dwell on lately.

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:38:59 PM)
*quiet. watching. thinking.*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:39:05 PM)
*The Lorie only rode on a little longer before it pulled up on a quay alongside a number of boats. To the channel side where the Celtic Sea flowed inland to Milford Haven there was a 90 foot fast crew boat - a mainstay of the offshore petroleum industry, with lights on and a couple of crew members standing at hand. CuChulain's Fang gestured* COme on. This is the part where I leave you. One last thing. If Elizabeth doesn't want to talk about it I suggest you tell her you need her help to keep it form happening again - she might look at this as a chance to avert a second disaster - to make up for past failures - but I've never seen her talk about it before....

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 10:39:45 PM)
*he nodded to Cuchulain's Fang before he turned to follow the leader*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:40:22 PM)
*She took heed to the advice, and looked over at Keenan, knowing he would do the same.* Thank you for your words, CuChulain Fang-rhya.

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:40:36 PM)
('s*)

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:40:36 PM)
*He looked at Cuchulian and respnded with* thank you again.. I will remember that.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:40:45 PM)
*The metis studies the the countryside, and the native Fianna in particular.....and gets in the boat when bidden too. Shes been extremely quiet mostly, taking much in, taking notes now and then, giving nothing back.*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:40:58 PM)
*The door of the bus - escuse me, "lorie" opened and CuChulain's Fang stepped out to see them off* And she doesn't know you're coming. *He gestured as a man came walking up, a rather stout fellow who offered his hand and spoke with a thick norse accent* hello dere, I'm Sven, I'll be your captain for today ja. I am takin' ya to meet with Branwyn's Grace before Gaia down on St. Martin's today ja?

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:41:04 PM)
*once he was in the boat he waited for the rest*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 10:41:15 PM)
:: oh as soon as the door opened on the metal box he was out the door shaking off and looking around at the well new contraption that seemed to rock back and forth on the water::

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:41:42 PM)
*CuChulain's Fang smiled at them all.* You're all very welcome. I hope... there's answers to your problems - to keep this from happeneing again.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:41:43 PM)
*Dalton would shake the mans hand and nod to him.. *Yes thats us..

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:42:43 PM)
*Sven gestured* She's gassed up and she'll run us 60 knots, fastest crew boat in da north sea. Seas are calm today so you're lucky, but we best get a move on, the weather is forecast to get ugly if we take too long.

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 10:42:55 PM)
*followed along after the group, her hand of flesh slipping into her pocket. Her other hand waving faintly at CuChulain* May Gaia smile upon you, until our paths meet again. Hopefully sooner rather than later...

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:43:04 PM)
*She hurried along, allowing those before her to go first.*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:43:11 PM)
*Cichulian just gets a thee eyed blink*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 10:43:15 PM)
She follows them out with a bit more grace than her fellow wolf, scenting the air and looking about intently.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:43:22 PM)
CuChulain's Fang put a hand on Dalton's shoulder* DId Stalks the Fey tell you my real name?

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:44:09 PM)
*he looked at CuChulain and responded*Of cource he did, and he told us not to repeate it to any one esspecialy you CuChulain's-rhya..

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:44:11 PM)
*browperk at that*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 10:44:55 PM)
::yeah he tryed to step on the rocking surface and backed up as it moved finally moving a few steps back and well just taking a running leap and landing on the boat as he well kinda stood there getting used to the wrocking of the boat and well at least the air was better on it::

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 10:45:50 PM)
Caitlin followed the group but stopped and glanced back at the exchange between Dalton and Cuchulain, waiting at some distance just in case it would go wrong in some way.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:46:12 PM)
*He blinked, then laughed* Touche, Stalks the Fey, touche. Okay. *He gestured* Safe journey. *Sven, meanwhile, was heading for the boat. Onboard it was rocking only a little - but out to sea was going to be interesting. The crew was casting off mooring lines and pulling up the ramp as soon as everyone was aboard, and Sven was shortly on the bridge getting them underway. Downstairs it was comfy, with a big lounge for passengers - hey, it was a *Crew* boat....*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:46:45 PM)
*looks at the boats* Not a bad set up transportation wise.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:47:44 PM)
*He offered the Fianna a big smile then headed onto the boat.. once on board he of cource asked the captain of the boat* Can I help with anything on the way there?

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:47:46 PM)
*looking to Rowan* How you doing? *he got on the boat and stayed away from the rail*

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 10:48:47 PM)
*the glasswalker loved boats, then again she loved cars and bikes too.... Grinning like a fox, as she stepped foot upon the deck*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:49:16 PM)
*She followed behind Keenan, and nodded.* I am good, considering the lot of notes I added into my journal. *She signed a bit, shaking her head.*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:49:19 PM)
*Sven would shake his head* My boys have this all under control. I invite you to sit back and enjoy the ride... from here the scenery just isn't that intriquing... *Once they were into the Celtis sea the boat did take to more rocking. GOodness, it was certainly possible to get sea sick, and this was a CALM day? Oh my. One would hate to see bad. There was in the lounge a TV, a coffee machine with a huge tank and it was full and fresh, and after twenty minutes Sven came down to speak to them* All you good folks comfortable? If you want a bite of food just say so and I'll have the galley hands cook you up a meal...

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:49:22 PM)
How about you?

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:50:43 PM)
Im great sir, and thank you for your hospitality..

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 10:51:08 PM)
*a nod to Sven for the offer and a polite decline* *he looked to Rowan* Good. As long as the seas stay solid *grin*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:51:11 PM)
What sort of runs do you usually make?

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 10:51:26 PM)
::oh yeah he was kinda moving from side to side the only fun part would be the spray from the sea as it would splash over onto him as he would shake off and send a secondary spray the scents from the open air was refreshing so being kinda rocked back and forth was not as bad for him as it was at first enjoying the ride on this floating thing was much better::

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 10:51:36 PM)
Now boats were something she was familiar with but this one still was different than most she had been onto before. She nodded to Sven, adding.... "Thank you." and returned to gaze into the waters.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 10:51:56 PM)
*dalton seemed to be relaxing like the man had told him to.. he was sitting down inside back to a wall he slowly let his head fall back down for all intence and purposes people might think he was sleeping..*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:52:23 PM)
(For reference, big flat aft deck like this: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-QOnTGFX_o/TBecvNVPWqI/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/9lZYBwxcPOU/s1600/Horizon+175+High+Speed+Crew+Boat.jpg But there's a nice lounge under the bridge up front. Plenty of room to stretch out.)

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 10:53:30 PM)
She was content to stay up on deck, enjoying the breeze and spray. It wasn't her first time aboard a boat, though she'd been going up the Mississipi the last time, quite a bit different.

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 10:53:32 PM)
(Afk cookin dinner sorry)

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 10:53:37 PM)
(five minute bathroom and drink break guys, take it if you need it, but I gotta get me something to drink afore I die of terminal cottonmouth.)

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:53:54 PM)
*She acknowledged Sven, with a polite nod.* I am find, thank you.

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:56:19 PM)
(fine*)

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:56:49 PM)
I wonder what kinda nav computer this things sporting....

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 10:56:53 PM)
*She looked around appreciatively at the scenery, as well as the boat itself.*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:57:03 PM)
*and the Walker seems more courious about the beat controls*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 10:58:31 PM)
(boat even)

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:00:34 PM)
*Sven nodded to Tina* we got a Kongsberg SImrad DP class 2 setup - everything is computer controlled and works by GPS, ja. We can even go DP class 3 if an oil rig has transponders on the bottom for their own use, we can reference them. But no one asks us to do that. *He chuckled and vanished back up to the bridge and about that time the cutest 9 year old girl in pig tails with blazing red hair and freckles showed up and dropped a plate of fresh cookies for the visitors in the lounge, then vanished back into the below deck area of the small boat. On deck, wow... interesting ride. The boat had lights, but it ran with only red and green marking lights, and a single white one up top to indicate they were making way. The result was the spray was not lit by the boat's running lights, but instead a million tiny naturally bioluminescent plankton and other marine invertebrates put on a fireworks display for the passengers...*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:02:05 PM)
wow....*eats a cookie*

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 11:03:04 PM)
Caitlin takes a cookie as well and resumes her place, munching it quietly, still absorbed by her thoughts.

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 11:03:06 PM)
::his ears would drop and a slight grow at the noise of the fire works as well this was a first for him to see as he seemed slightly unsettled by the first of them thinking they were under attack by men with boom sticks::

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:03:44 PM)
(not real fire works btmsts)

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:03:51 PM)
(re read that post)

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:04:03 PM)
*Dalton seemed to be passed out sleeping*

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:04:37 PM)
(im back sorry)

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:05:01 PM)
*the trip took a little over an hour and a half from cast off until a small series of islands could be seen ahead - out of sight of the mainland, they were comng up on St agnes, St Martin, Old Grimsby, and St Mary's - the Isles of Scilly. Sven guided the boat around from the East, and slowed to navigate the shallow channels until he was moored at St Martins island, which could not have been much more than 3 miles if that....*

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:05:33 PM)
*he ignors the cookies for the most part and remains quiet as he has done for most of the trip*

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 11:06:37 PM)
*did not ignore the cookies, happily took a pair for herself, before munching on one of them*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:06:58 PM)
*She eyes the cookies for a moment, taking one for herself and offering one to Keenan and the others.*

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:08:38 PM)
*he snagged one, a nod of thanks*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:08:59 PM)
*The crew was - it was fairly obvious - mostly Get of Fenris and Fianna - but all kin. Sven was down on the deck once they were tied up, helping to put out the gangway, then walking with them onto the key* From here it's a mile walk to the old farmstead. I'll show you the way. But there's no taxi on the isles of Scilly - any of them. THey say at low tide you can walk to Old Grimsby. I don't know if that's true but it is close. *he set off down a road, a narrow two lane with a thick, high hedge that a crinos couldn't push through. An eighth of a mile up they turned right, and were walking along an old gravel road, well maintained, with a beautiful view of the sea and the few lights of the other islands beyond their tied - up crew boat. Sven spoke* I'll take you as far as the main gate, then it's up to you all. Elizabeth doesn't like me.

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:10:08 PM)
*Oddly enough Konrad dosn't look out of place in this area at all, he actually looks like he's pleased and happy to so called be home*

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 11:10:55 PM)
*grumbled lightly at all the shrubbery, suddenly missing all the lights of the city, and the sounds... and Gaia, the beautiful smells!*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:12:10 PM)
*he listened nodding his head to the man he would follow him along.. the woman didnt seem to like many people she didnt seem to want to speak yet they mention the people of the island truly enjoyed her here.*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:12:27 PM)
Humm kinda nice....but I bet getting internet is expensive. Satilites and all.

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 11:12:30 PM)
:: once they were docked he was still pretty wet as he jumped off the boat and well looked around at the new place they were at boat rides were not that bad much better then the metal box's at least as he kinda waited for everyone to get off before shaking out his fur::

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:13:39 PM)
You dont need no damn internt out here love *he said as he stepped of the boat after the talon his eyes looked around as he stepped off to the side for a moment*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:14:01 PM)
*On they walked - maybe a mile, probably not quite that, past a single well kept thatched roof farm house and a little vineyard with a lighted sign on the road and not another light on, until they came to a small road that led to their left toward the middle of the island and flanked on both sides by those quintessential English hedges. Sven gestured* About a hundred yards up is the gate. I'll wait or you back at the boat. *He gave them a friendly smile, hard to see in the dark, and turned back. The road beckoned. A few dozen feet up the hedge on the right fell to waist high and past that there was a verdant green field chock full of strawberries, so many and so luch you could smell them in the night. THen on up ahead, as the road curved slightly to the right, there was a gate. Well, not really a gate, but two rock and brick collumns where a gate had once stood, and on the right one a single word. "Wyndham" it said,a nd underneath that a number - 43,*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:14:33 PM)
*She began walking, lifting a brow at Konrad for a moment.*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:15:50 PM)
Likewise, she shakes herself out, her fur and the feathers bound into it looking the worse for wear.

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:16:12 PM)
*he settled into a comfortable stroll, looking around, following*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:16:18 PM)
*looks at Konrad* Maybe not now, but I bet this is like traced to one of those corrupt wyrmy companies the higher ups back home talked about. Nets not a bad tool when it comes to wyrmies and business.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:16:37 PM)
*shrugs and goes quiet*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:16:57 PM)
*he mad his way up smelling the strawberries had caused the man to grinn.. He headed towards the gate well lack there of looking around he would step over it to knock on the door*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:19:16 PM)
*The little farm house was fifty feet on past the gate, but there was no need to knock on the door. The group got maybe half way there and the little light came on, and the door opened. At first no one could be seen, but then a light came on inside and a woman who despite 94 looked quite healthy was looking out at them though a pair of wire rimmed glasses* Jesus you Americans make a lot of noise. I think they heard you on St. Agnes. What in Gaia's name are you doing here at this hour? And who are you? Speak up, I'm half deaf anymore.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:20:18 PM)
(im posting the responce)

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 11:20:39 PM)
::he looked at the elderly lady and just watched quietly as he took in the sights and enjoyed the smell of the strawberrys it was kinda peaceful here at least as he relaxed some tho kept his eyes peeled for trouble::

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:21:07 PM)
Konrad Val`Dismouth cliath ahroun of the fianna born to Adrian val`dismouth and his mate and my mother Jenny Val`dismouth *he said to the older woman*

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:21:22 PM)
*The woman may pick up on the area of his accent - which is thick and hard to type so I wont*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:22:30 PM)
Im twists the truth homid born half moon of the shadow lord tribe, fostern of the nation, alpha of the storm crows, honorably mated father of two member of the sept of shared blood located in new orleans. Our sept is in danger and we heard tales from the fianna whom serve in our sept that you might have answers that could aid us in keeping our caren from being violated by the wyrm.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:23:12 PM)
*Dalton had a accent but it was all manhattan style he was not born and bread in the swamps*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:24:54 PM)
Tina, deeded Tri-Optical, metis claith theurge of the Walkers. Just along for the ride....I guess.

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:24:57 PM)
*The old woman cocked her head sideways, listened to the answers she got so far, then sighed and walked outside and down her porch, into the grass. She was barefoot and wore a pair of thick dungarees and a gray sweater* What in the world would I want to receive guests like this bunch for at this hour of the night? It's close on the sun coming up and I've fields to tend. *She sounded very properly british*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:25:36 PM)
(afk one gusy)

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 11:25:36 PM)
*peered around Dalton towards the elder woman. A grin on her face* I brought an extra cookie for you ma'am. The cutest little red head with freckles was handing them out....and I'm willing to tend to fields... though I've never done it before..

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:26:52 PM)
*he moved forward speaking queitly, respectfully* Miss Elizabeth? We were wondering if perhaps we could share a cup of tea and chat. My grandfather, Kendall Murphy said he knew you many years ago, and I would like to say he spoke of you very inspirationally. *big lue eyes watched her with innocent interest*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 11:27:09 PM)
::he continued to watch the monkey bable and well settled down on the porch to watch them::

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:27:10 PM)
*He responded* we travled far and as im told moon bridges only open at night, sorry for the odd timing but all here are willing to help you with your gardening perhaps you can give us the informaiton as we all work together. Except of cource bigger then most smaller then some.. He is a lupus born red talon, im quite sure he does not speak english and i doubt he has shifted into man skins in a very long time.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:27:14 PM)
if at all

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 11:28:31 PM)
Caitlin glances at Konrad and then waits for Dalton to present himself since he was the leader of the visiting party and after he speaks, she waits for a brief cue and add her introduction a brief and simple as possible. "Atalanta's Wrath, daughter of Pegasus, Ahroun, born human. I would gladly help in any way I can in exchange for your help and the pleasure of your company."

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:29:16 PM)
Rowan Wintermoon, homid-born Cliath Galliard of the Uktena.

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:29:34 PM)
*he folded his massive arms quietly over his chest as he listened to keenan for a moment then every one else*

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:31:10 PM)
(back, catching up, sorry)

CuChulain's Fang (Sep 1, 2011 11:31:32 PM)
(This user is now known as Branwen's Grace)

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:31:39 PM)
(np)

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:32:47 PM)
~ws~ "Liberty is Almost Lost, sometimes Alice Down the Rabbit Hole, born wolf. Packless Adren Gnawer Theurge of Shared Blood. Knows tend plants."

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:34:57 PM)
*THe old woman looked around and sighed* Good lord. A bunch of mostly American garou show up on my doorstep in the wee hours wanting to share tea and biscuits. *She grumbled, quite put out at all this, and then threw her hands up* Goodness. Come with me. *And she turned and headed inside, leaving the door quite open for those who followed* Old age is a curse, ten years ago I'd have tossed the bloody lot of you right down the lane into the bloody wharf. Now here I am with arthritic joints and no mind to trouble with it. How the rage leaves one. *She led them into a small country kitchen that was big enough - barely - for everyone to get inside* Come on. COme in. LEt's get cofffee and tea on and we'll go sit in the flower garden where there's a modicum of room.

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:36:02 PM)
*She looked with admiration around her cottage, a smile playing on her lips at the hurriedness of Branwen's Grace.*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:36:09 PM)
~ws~ "Branwen's Grace-rhya knows Forgotten Ones?"

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:36:23 PM)
*a deep nod of thanks, following*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 11:36:24 PM)
::his ears perked when he heard Liberty introduce her self so he followed as well:: (wt) Bigger than most Smaller then some cliath ahroun of the red talons Alpha of the Growl, Snarl, Growl pack . :: he actually grolled and snarled for his pack name::

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:36:36 PM)
*He followed after her.. listening to her words.. He could not help but smile when she offered them in..*thank you so much for your hospitality..

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:36:50 PM)
*he eyed the talon for a moment before he stepped into the house*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 11:37:30 PM)
::he watched them all go inside and huffed some he was content as they all seemed to be outside as he slowly went to follow them into the cramped box::

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:37:39 PM)
*Elizabeth dropped the coffee mug she had in hand when LAL mentioned the forgotten ones and it shattered on the floor. The old woman froze in her steps and had to steady herself on the counter before looking back to the wolves* I haven't spoken the wolf tongue in many a moon.... nor heard that name uttered.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:38:57 PM)
*Dalton slipped down to one knee and began picking up the pieces of the mug between dextrious fingers and placing them in his open palm*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:39:13 PM)
*She moved to help with the shattered pieces of porcleain.*

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:40:06 PM)
Leave it... *the old woman said, and instead of coffee she got into her cabinet and took out a flask, from which she took a stiff shot, sighed, and then pointed out the back door* SOmeone get the coffee pot and some mugs. Obviously there's some explaining and talking needs doing.

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:40:54 PM)
*Dalton moved off to grab the stuff, no qualms about helping what so ever..*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:41:13 PM)
~ws~ "Shared Blood endangered by Forgotten Ones. Is told ask Branwen's Grace-rhya what knows." She sniffs at the spilt coffee, and sneezes.

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:41:44 PM)
*She scoops up what is left of the porcleain, disposing of it.*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:42:23 PM)
*he brought the coffee pot and mugs and set them on the counter.. then moved out of the way*

BTMSTS (Sep 1, 2011 11:42:48 PM)
::he would head out the front door but he could see the forgot ones was not a good topic for her as she seemed uncomfy with it as he waited outside in the back stretching out to well learn what he could from it all::

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:43:41 PM)
*She listened to LAL, trying to sift once more through the wolf speech that was... well, the wolf had left her, so she was ggetting only part of the message* Honey, I am not following... not well. COme out back and let's sit down. *ANd out the back she went. Her flower garden was... well, it was an English flower garden - stunning was a good word for it. The whole affair was a riot of flowers and roses all over with a wide, flat lawn upon which sat several wooden chairs. Enough for the assembled people anyway. It was to this that Elizabeth led them, then sat down in an old wooden chair and rubbed her forehead....

Caitlin Angelis (Sep 1, 2011 11:43:49 PM)
Caitlin settles close to the window nearest to the door and watches what is going on outside while keeping her ears focused on the conversation. She made amovement to help with the cleanup and to get everything else going but once she noticed that many others srpung to action, she settled back in her position and returned to her watch.

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:45:14 PM)
[I'm about to turn into a punkin, fair warning.]

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:45:34 PM)
*followed, settling*

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:45:58 PM)
*Once everyone had gathered outside and coffee had been shared around to those who wished, Elizabeth turned to the others* I am Elizabeth Wyndham, formerly Lady Wyndham of Oxfordshire in a previous life. I was known as Brawnwen's Grace before Gaia, elder Fianna Theurge, before th wolf left me, but it has, alas, left me. Now, I do not need deed names and all that, I don't think we've time for that right now if you have come all the way form the USA for this, though I've gotten most of yours already... so instead, tell me what's happened, and be quick.

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:46:11 PM)
(Sokay LAL. :-) Hope you enjoyed anyway!)

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:48:07 PM)
She shifts to homid, for the woman's benefit, scratching her nose as she glances to Dalton who was leading this little expedition. "Forgotten Ones threaten Shared Blood. Need know 'bout more."

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:49:20 PM)
(i just could not possidbly type it out cause im like half dead here its all the muggy rainy weather it makes you tired!! )*Dalton would tell her everything he had found and what he witnessed in the mission he led into the swamp*

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:50:04 PM)
(ROFL THat's okay)

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:50:07 PM)
To start the Macondo spill, millions of gallons of oil were dumped into the bay off of Lousiana. Then recently a tanker trunk crashed - it's driver dead, driven off the road. Inside was a bane with spikes on its body and oily skin that burned like acid. It was one of several. Smaller ones in oil cans and larger ones in the tanker trucks. We can trace this to several locations. As well as a place in the bayou where oil waste was being deliberatly dumped and tainted creature that looked like a crocodile or alligator with mouthes within mouths and bigger than the biggest crinos Garou was spawning in the umbra.

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:50:53 PM)
*listens to the info, some of it new to her* Oi Vey.

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:51:12 PM)
*Elizabeth listened, then turned to listen to Keenan, by the time they were done she was pale and silent, and finally she said* It's started again... *and she took out her flask and took another shot, then looked around at them* Okay. Listen closely. I've not spoken of this in... 40 years.

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:51:24 PM)
*a small nod*

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:51:24 PM)
ANd goddess willing I will never have to again, because it pains me deeply.

Konrad Val`Dismouth (Sep 1, 2011 11:52:18 PM)
*he listened quietly*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:52:30 PM)
"Dinner sore." She says softly about Keenan's description of the giant gator.

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:52:59 PM)
*She became more attentive than before, stirring her coffee quietly.*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:53:07 PM)
*listens carefully*

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:53:14 PM)
THere's something very few people, gaians or otherwise, know about crude oil. We have to step way back and take a good long look at our world, and everything we know about it. What was the wyrms original design - what was it SUPOSSED to be in the triat, opposite the weaver and the wyld? What was it's purpose? It was there to... the things the weaver and the wyld created, the wyrm was supposed to destroy to maintain a balance, correct? *SHe looked around them all, watching to see that all understood...*

Keenan Murphy (Sep 1, 2011 11:53:46 PM)
*Blue eyes locked with hers, a nod of understanding*

Dalton Fortman (Sep 1, 2011 11:53:49 PM)
*noding*

Akako Masako (Sep 1, 2011 11:54:02 PM)
*the glasswalker nodded from her seat on the ground*

Rowan Wintermoon (Sep 1, 2011 11:54:11 PM)
*She nodded.*

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:54:19 PM)
*scratches head and nods, with a grin that says "sure lady if you say so"...clueless claithes*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:55:47 PM)
She nods a touch excessively.

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:56:22 PM)
Deep under the oceans, and far underground, when dead animals and plankton and microbes died and got burried, they eventually found themselves burried far from the sun and light, and then decayed, and turned into oil. All of these old animals, tiny and beyond number, dead and entombed together. Over the ages, they decayed, the wyrm's natural job, and their spirits mingled until there bodies were inseparable, dissolved to sludge and grown into countless pockets of this forgotten priomordial ooze to sleep away eternity...

Tina Lorana (Sep 1, 2011 11:57:46 PM)
*perks up...oh science lesson she can grasp this one!*

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:58:09 PM)
[good night, I'll find someone to fill me in tomorrow. *Snugs and runs*]

Branwen's Grace (Sep 1, 2011 11:58:13 PM)
(night!)

Liberty Almost Lost (Sep 1, 2011 11:58:34 PM)
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