Neutral Ground VII

Feb 19th, 2013 12:28 AM

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.

With the new year finally beginning to come to life, the trees are beginning to blossom, though in the real world they generally never even shed their leaves. The air is thick with the smell of fresh grass and the first rainfall, a sure sign that the Hisil feels the imminent arrival of the Springtime. Far more than temperate Sacramento, the lightness in the air screams of a seasonal balance that simply barely occurs in this city.

Other glimmers, marks of fading February echo. Showers of candy hearts are dotted around the streets, and every now and then, lustful noises echo from various apartments. The Hisil celebrates Valentines' Day, it seems. For a lot longer, and a lot more honestly, than the mortal world.

High above, Luna's face lies half-hidden, walking between worlds. Tonight is the night of the Elodoth, a night of Honour and power, a night of Judgement. The Elunim are abroad, and even the tormented skies of the Hisil seemed to stand at attention at Mother's half-faced shine.

Feb 20th, 2013 04:14 AM

Stefan trailed up the pathway to the Tur, his paws making relatively little noise in the grass. He wasn't attempting to be stealthy. The large, black wolf was simply taking his time, walking slowly as the combined brands of renown glowed across his pelt with a blaze of silver. He approached the Grave marker of Flame-of-Man and gave it a slow nod, settling himself down on the spirit grass.

With the Judge's Moon riding high overhead, it seemed apt that a Storm Lord was the first arrival at the Tur. The only way it could possibly be more apt would be for an Elodoth to arrive second.

The large black wolf grinned to itself, showing a lot of white, sharp teeth.

4 successes to shift

**Rawlins** · Feb 20th, 2013 05:33 AM

Rawlins made his way to the Tur at a slow, meandering pace. Luna hung in perfect balance, equally light and dark. Now was the time of judgement; of knowing the right way; of honour. He had spent the better part of the night in the hisil, first on two legs, then four, then back again. Now he came to the Tur to pay his respects.

He found the great black wolf waiting for him.

<<Greetings>> the Elodoth says, giving the heavily branded wolf a respectful nod. Si sehi mak; mak ne sih. The Bone Shadow does not initiate small talk, not tonight. He pays his respects and watches the night in silence, standing off to the side and giving the greater prominence to the Storm Lord. If the more renown wolf wishes to speak, he will.

Feb 21st, 2013 11:29 AM

Stefan felt a Cahalith's amusement at the pull of a symbol that had unfolded itself perfectly, and nodded his shaggy lupine head at the elderly Elodoth. He had seen Rawlins around once or twice, and as was fairly standard for a Shadow Seeker, was quietly reserving judgement until he had seen the full measure of him. Certainly people made one or two mistakes when they first arrived, but that was the way of things.

<<Greetings,>> the Storm Lord said, his voice a low growl of welcome. <<It seems like it will be a fair night.>>

He couldn't resist the pun. But humour had its place, regardless. A meeting between representatives of different packs was an ideal place for it. It defused the natural territoriality of Uratha, even here on neutral ground.

**Rawlins** · Feb 21st, 2013 02:21 PM

<<Yes>> the Elodoth agreed. He relaxed and moved closer. <<The world is turning, as it should. Quite a night: everything is in balance before the seasons change. Almost perfect.>> Rawlins smiled as he spoke. He enjoyed walking in the Shadow - the world wore its feelings on its sleeve for all to see. The thread of his child-like wonder vibrated in his tone like the string of an musical instrument.

Feb 21st, 2013 02:21 PM

Nick Munroe arrived next at the Tur, content to remain in Hishu and wearing his dedicated jeans, white t-shirt and Crusaders vest. He was... content. It was a pleasure to be here and be a part of something as opposed to having to sell oneself. The challenges faced by a Crusaders prospect were far more up his alley than talking about why he ought to be allowed to join a pack. Wasn't that the way, though? Some would say the interview and hiring process at a job was the important bit to determine fit, but Nick was always of the belief that it was the probationary period that truly showed one what something was all about.

<<Good evening,>> he said as he approached, raising a hand in greeting to the Elodoth and the Storm Lord, whose brands of Glory and Honour showed Stefan as one worthy of great respect. <<I hope you are both well.>>

He wondered if he would meet a senior member of the Sworn at some point this evening, to at least be able to put a face to their leadership.

**Kevin Swift** · Feb 21st, 2013 05:44 PM

Kevin arrives in Urhan, loping towards Tur, his ears flickering towards any sound as he approaches. He slows as he hears a conversation going on within, his head raised up from its previous position, both ears flickered forward as he walks towards the group. Upon his gray fur sport his Brands of Wisdom and Cunning glowing silver from the light of the Half Moon.

<<Evening all.>> Kevin growls as he comes to a halt, moving into a sitting position. <<Nice night.>>

Assuming Urhan

Feb 22nd, 2013 03:35 PM

<<So it always is, under the Judge's Moon,>> Stefan agreed quietly, not rising from his seat at the Tur. There was no point, after all - he was settled here, and those who were arriving were familiar to him. They would not disgrace the peace of the Neutral Ground at this point.

He nodded his black, lupine head at Kevin and Nick, observing their arrival with thoughtful eyes.

<<Good evening, Nick. Kevin. It is good to see you.>>

There wasn't even a trace of irony in his voice. The Cahalith actually enjoyed seeing members of each pack arrive at the Tur. It was a good sign. It showed that the packs in Sacramento were settled, and hadn't been decimated behind the backs of the others.

Feb 22nd, 2013 05:05 PM

Not long after the arrival of the other Uratha, Marcus trotted onto the Tur and across to the various other pack members already assembled. By now he was at least passingly familiar with Stefan and Nick, and to them he bowed his lean pale grey-furred head. His clear, ice blue eyes regarded Kevin for a moment and to the younger man there was of course, a greater familiarity.

It was good to see another of the Sworn there. Enhancing good relations with the other two packs in Sacramento was of great importance, lest they all begin to fight amongst themselves.

<<Greetings,>> he announced, as he came to a stop before the others.

**Mike** · Feb 22nd, 2013 09:31 PM

Frank loped up the to caern of Flame-of-Man, he bows his head in respect.

He turns his wolfish head to the others, glancing around the Tur and seeing no new faces. He nods respectfully to Shieldbearer before addressing the whole.

<Greetings All! Hunt with me?> He bows his head in downward dog, playfully. Then hops a bit on his front paws, his demeanor and behavior seems a bit more... wolfish, his actions seem a bit more natural than last he visited the Tur.

Shift 2 sux

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-20 04:04:28		Stefan Anderson rolls 8 to Stamina 4 +Survival 2 + Primal Urge 2 (10 Again)		1, 7, 10, 2, 6, 10, 9, 7, 10, 6, 5		4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-21 17:31:28		Kevin Swift rolls 7 to Sta + Survival + Primal Urge (10 Again)		10, 2, 5, 1, 2, 6, 1, 7		1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-22 21:25:59		Frank rolls 6 to Shift (Sta+Surv+PU) (10 Again)		3, 9, 8, 1, 3, 5		2 successes

Neutral Ground VII

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