Neutral Ground V

Nov 3rd, 2012 03:41 PM

In Sacramento, the Tur lines lead the children of Father Wolf and Mother Luna to a desolate grave in the Hisil atop a hill. Scratched into the stone are the words 'Here lies Flame-of-Man'. The stone needs no more explanation than that, as it stands vigil across the neutral ground for the three packs of Sacramento.

The blasted skies of the Hisil are cold and crisp, and the far distant lights of the celestials glitter across the darkened land around them. Children's laughter haunts the streets, whispered in the winds.

It is a night filled with the dying echoes of Halloween, the scent of pumpkins and candy lingering on the harsh breezes as they lash out at the Tur. The grasses seem sharper, and beneath everything is a subtly rotten scent. Razorblades in apples might not happen in the real world, but they do here, and the Hisil seems to want to make sure everything knows it.

The stories that the fading Gibbous Moon hints at tonight aren't pleasant, but then, Glory isn't always a pleasant thing.

**Rawlins** · Nov 3rd, 2012 10:44 PM

Rawlins comes!

He comes from the south, loping easily in his Dalu form. When he notices he is the first to arrive he pants in quiet jubilation; he had come all the way from south Sacramento, crossing the Hisil in his half man form, testing his ability to navigate a path through the narrow space between the territory of the Shadow Seekers and the Sworn. From where he had made his lair, there was no other means of reaching the Tur and the possibility he may have unwittingly strayed into one or both pack's territory only served to heighten his... joyful anticipation?

Under the gibbous moon, filled with the lingering echoes of halloween, Rawlins cannot resist letting out a short howl of joy: joy to be alive, to be Urdaga, and pleasure at making a small but personal triumph. He sings for himself, for the honored dead buried so near, and for the spiritual mother who has claimed him.

His voice echoing through the night around him, he walks to Flames-of-Man's grave and pays his respects in person.

**Rawlins** · Nov 3rd, 2012 10:51 PM

That should be 3 success not 4. I forgot to account for Dalu forms -1 to Manipulation. Appologies

**John Holt** · Nov 4th, 2012 04:29 AM

In a way, John liked the fall as it meant there were less of the herd wandering the streets, the cold bitterness of the plummeting temperature helping to keep the oath intact.

However, this was the Hisil. There were no herd here. Instead, this alien realm held other dangers. The scent that permeated the Tur only justified Chaplain's observations. Still, he would not falter. He was an Ithaeur and a Blood Talon, and it was his duty to ensure this place was peaceful.

With his brands of Glory, Wisdom and Purity glowing under Luna's pregnant gaze, Chaplain smiled as he walked through the Tur in his Hishu form, wearing his dedicated black shirt and pants along with his Crusaders vest. When he heard the howl, the Ithaeur hastened to meet with the Uratha making his presence known.

Upon seeing the dalu, Chaplain cocked his head, blue eyes sparkling. "Greetings, Rawlings. How have you settled into the city?" he asked, voice calm and polite.

Nov 4th, 2012 05:13 AM

Howling is a Presence, not Manipulation roll. The roll is 4 successes.

Nov 4th, 2012 01:04 PM

Nick Munroe was the next to arrive in the Hisil, a dedicated white t-shirt on with jeans and a black leather jacket open over top. He found himself craving a smoke; then again, he usually wanted one. Such was the life of a smoker. He had followed the signs of where to go with caution and care, and found himself mounting the hill with his long strides in Hishu.

His eyes were watchful, narrowed slightly as he came. The Hisil was not a place to be taken lightly, even though the Tur suggested the possibility of the presence of other Urdaga. Safety in numbers? Perhaps.

A small smile crossed his face momentarily as he saw others. The Dalu, with small brands of Cunning, Honour and Wisdom suggesting to him the possibility of greater deeds to come -- and a man whose glowing brands spoke of more experience and much Glory. He raised a hand slightly in a gesture of salutation. "Greetings," he said, to both, lowering his hand to his side.

**Rawlins** · Nov 4th, 2012 09:30 PM

"Greetings Chaplain," Rawlins growls. His rumbling voice is at odds with his face (the expressive part of it not covered in a profusion of grey tufts) which brightens when he sees the Ithaeur of the Crusaders. "Settling in? Yes... though I still have no pack for a home..." There was sadness in the last of his words, an underlying note of frustration throbbing with anger.

Rawlins began to lope easily down the slope towards Chaplain but halted after he had closed about two thirds of the distance. Head lilted upward slightly, the Elodoth sniffed the air then turned to the new figure emerging from the shadowy Hisil. Large eyes regarded the newcomer, taking the measure of his brands. Rawlins inclined his head respectfully.

"Welcome," he snorted, the word and emotional intonation lost over his oversized teeth and rubbery lips. His posture however, indicated friendliness and peace.

**Dale Hunt** · Nov 4th, 2012 09:55 PM

Dale had been patrolling the borders of the Crusaders' territory, spending a good amount of time in the Hisil due to the strange spirit activity they had been encountering as of late. He had been running around in Uhran, enjoying the gifts of his lupine blood.

Taking a break from his patrol, the Rahu decided to make a stop by the Tur. After all, it was a good place to meet with other local Uratha without having to worry about a fight breaking out. It was also where one came to meet any new wolves to the area, so it wasn't a bad idea to stop by every once in a while.

His heightened sense of smell caught his Beta's scent in the air, which he was obviously familiar with. Dale recognized one of the other scents, but the third one remained unknown. He approached the group, his predatory eyes studying each of them in turn. His gaze lingered on the newcomer, as the Blood Talon scrutinized this new wolf with some curiosity.

1 suxx on Nick

**John Holt** · Nov 5th, 2012 01:52 AM

Luckily for Chaplain, he had never had to concern himself with being packless. Ever since his first change, he had been a member of either Mountain's pack back in Colorado, or Digger's Crusaders. "Have you managed to speak with representatives of the Seekers and the Sworn, Rawlings?" the Ithaeur asked Rawlings. Chaplain had hoped so. No-one should be packless for too long.

As the new scent arrived at the Tur, Chaplain turned his head with a welcoming smile, extending his hand to Nick, his scarred forearm apparent with his rolled up sleeves. "Good evening. I'm Chaplain, of the Crusaders, although I go be the name John Holt around the herd. Welcome to Sacramento."

The third scent was familiar to the Beta and he glanced to Dale, giving his packmate a nod before giving his full attention to Nick.

Nov 5th, 2012 04:01 AM

"Thank you," he replied pleasantly enough to Rawlins. He shook John's hand, a firm grasp that spoke of strength, but not an over-the-top vicegrip. It was the handshake of a working man, with rough palms. "A pleasure, Chaplain. I'm Nick Munroe - Rahu, Farsil Luhal. It's good to be here." Nick smiled at Chaplain, and offered a nod of greeting to the newly arrived Uratha in Urhan.

He was certainly pleased to meet some of the locals.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-11-03 22:41:07		Rawlins howls rolls 4 to Manipulation 3 + Expression 1 (10 Again)		8, 9, 9, 10, 7		4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-11-04 21:52:44		Dale Hunt rolls 6 to Wits+PU to "Warrior's Eye" (10 Again)		2, 5, 1, 3, 6, 8		1 success

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