Shoot the Messenger

[Jeremiah Daniels]

A loping jog brings Jeremiah onto Tur and towards the grave of Flame-of-Man. The Ghost Wolf grins to the storm as it whips around him and soaks his dedicated clothes. Muddy sneakers give way to rain soaked dark blue jeans and finally a black shirt. The handle of a hunting knife hangs openly near his right side. Silvery bands of renown mark portions of his body. He comes to a slippery stop several feet from the stranger.

A quick side to side glance of Tur and Jeremiah looks squarely at the stranger his Dalu grin falling into something more serious.

<<Greetings brother>> His voice calm, the sanctity of Tur rendering immediate problems unlikely.

[Swift]

Skaald travels the Hisil clothed in the form of the Urshal, favored of the Cahalunim. Tonight felt Glorious. The rain and the mud with the face of his mother shining down in the auspice of his Change through the storm, it was alive with potential. But tonight she wore her waning aspect, and the air carried something ominous. Glory was always present in these nights, but Glory didn't mean victory. Still, the night was invigorating and Skaald ran through the mud and rain, reveling in the feel of it.

Then he hears the call for help. He stops suddenly, a small spray of mud flying away from him as his feet brace out in front of him. Ears perk up and tilt, listening. It was coming from the Tur. Why would anyone need help at the Tur?! Skaald bursts into motion running for the Tur as fast as he can. If someone was violating the sanctity of the final resting place of Flame-of-Man, Skaald would stand in its defense. He was no Meninna, but the Tur was sacred and it would not be violated.

The large wolf comes sprinting in to assist, seeing the two figures already present. He quickly starts looking around for trouble, ears and eyes alert, nose to the wind, all senses trying to pierce the mud and the rain. <<What is happening?>>

  Really, dice roller? That's how we're going to start things?

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-27 12:59:36		Skaald rolls 8 to Perception + 3 [Urshal] (10 Again)		6, 1, 5, 2, 2, 1, 5, 2		failure

[Firebringer]

Matthew had been on patrol, minding the edges of his territory. Lately there had been too many rumors, too many incursions. Every moment he expected to run into some minion of Clenched Fist. Or any other sign that the blight visited on Berryessa had come to roost.

His concerns are abruptly cut short by the howl that pierces the night air. Immediately the Cahalith wheels, charging toward Tur with a speed few could match.

-1 essence to activate Father Wolf's Speed

He bursts into the clearing, a black form that could easily be lost in the midst of a storm were it not for the silver brands that shone like a beacon. Seeing others present he maintains his silence, certain that the obvious had already been asked. A call like that was bound to draw People out of the woodwork, and he saw little need to add unnecessary noise.

[Kevin Swift]

Kevin quickly shifts into Urhan and heads for Tur, he had been examining an unawakened Trash Spirit in Hishu as his sense of smell is weakest in said form. Within a few strides, he enters into a ground eating loop, weaving about the streets and the active Spirits moving about the Hisil. He does his best to keep to the open areas and would speed up to cross busy streets where Vehicle Spirits were driving down.

<<Hey! Who howled?>> Kevin asks upon seeing Jeremiah and two wolves he rarely seen during his ventures to Tur and slows to a fast walk. He comes to stand by Jeremiah and looks down at the person that they seemed to be looking at. <<Ah.>> He replies softly as he moves to sit down to Jeremiah's right.

  Shape-Shifting to Urhan and Perception

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-27 19:59:42		Kevin Swift rolls 10 to Wits + Composure + Urhan (10 Again)		1, 3, 7, 4, 6, 10, 3, 10, 6, 4, 9, 5		3 successes
2013-02-27 19:47:52		Kevin Swift rolls 7 to Sta + Survival + Primal Urge (10 Again)		9, 6, 10, 1, 8, 6, 2, 10, 10, 8		6 successes

[Dale Hunt]

Dale had been running around the edges of Crusader territory, patrolling his pack's turf as he usually did day in and day out. Taking the form of a black wolf, the Rahu almost seemed to blend into the night as he ran around in his Uhran form. He had been entertaining the thought of stopping by the Tur, just to check if any new wolves had found their way to the sacred neutral ground. Just as he began to head in that direction, his lupine ears picked up on the howl that pierced through the night. A cry of help? Here at the Tur? thought Dale to himself, not particularly pleased by the idea of what may be going on.

Letting some of his essence surge through the muscles in his body, the Blood Talon called on the speed of Urfarah as he headed in the direction the howl had come from. It didn't take him long to get there, and he came to a full stop as his nostrils picked up the scents of others that had answered the call. The Rahu's menacing eyes looked around him at the other Uratha present, some of which he certainly recognized, one of them being his own Ritemaster.

What is going on? he thought to himself, keeping a vigilant eye on things for the time being. After all, he wasn't the first to have answered the cry for help, and he figured some of the other wolves had probably already asked the question of the one who had howled into the night.

Who is he?

  3 suxx perception

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-28 10:34:34		Dale Hunt rolls 10 to Perception+4 (Uhran) (10 Again)		2, 7, 10, 1, 8, 4, 1, 4, 5, 9, 3		3 successes

-1 Essence for Father Wolf's Speed

[Nieves Werra]

Like those of her pack, Nieves too had heard the howl echo over the Formerly Sworn's territory. She cursed, figuring there was trouble, for whoever had made the call. Running through the mud and rain was a rarity in Sacramento, but exaggerated nonetheless in the Shadow. She was thankful for the solid stone of the Hisil city streets leading to the park that marked the Tur. Still, she slipped nearly twice on the smooth blacktop, her Dalu form not digging in as well as they would had she taken on more of the Wolf.

The Rahu came to a stop at the edge of the Tur, seeing the gathering Uratha as they arrived on scene. A stranger was in their midst, the epicenter really. As she approached further, the silver flashes remained unclear to her but she tried to identify them and the man if she knew him.

  Perception, 3suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-03-02 23:22:13		Nieves rolls 6 to identify the man or the silver flashes on his skin [Wits+Comp] (10 Again)		2, 9, 4, 10, 10, 3, 7, 3		3 successes