Digger parked at the cemetery, backing his bike into the parking spot. With his gear on his back he looks to the others as they pull in next to him. "Aight. So lets head to the mausoleum and pay our respects." Digger said, gestured for everyone to follow and headed toward Locus.
The big Iron Master silently peered around the cemetery from which they drew essence watchfully as he parked his Fat Boy with a sharp kick to the stand. He stood up and stretched his legs a bit as he followed the Alpha, putting his hands in his leather jacket's pockets as he strolled along behind Digger.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Exhaling slowly and thanking God, Luna above, Kamduis-Ur, and the dear spirit of the car itself. For once he had had a perfect, smooth ride; not one pop, growl, gout of soot or other complaint had the vehicle made. In fact, it had rolled beautifully to a stop behind the pack and their motorcycles.
Patting the steering wheel affectionately, the Elodoth rose from the vehicle, locked it smartly and followed behind. Rawlins' curiosity was peaked: had hadn't expected this from the rowdy group.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The trike pulled up next to Digger's bike and as Chaplain killed the engine, he smiled. He enjoyed coming to this place, its solitude and introspective nature on par with the Itheaur's own.
Chaplain was also very fond of Honours-the-Venerable-Dead. The spirit was steadfast, something else John had in common.
He followed Digger, just behind the Alpha, ready to pay his respects.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Skaald pulls up the truck with Blitzkrieg riding shotgun. He finds a place to park and shuts off the engine. His door opens and he steps out with a sort of solemn eagerness about him. He shuts the door without saying anything. The mausoleum was a place of quiet respect for the ritemaster. Honors-the-Venerable-Dead was one of his favorite spirits. Mostly because, despite it's more traditional leanings, it had a certain resonance with his own introspection on death. He wasn't certain why they were here, specifically, but he always enjoyed visiting the place.
Blitzkrieg got out of the truck and briefly looked around for anything out of the ordinary before quickly catching up to the group. They were here for a spirit he did not know and you could never be too careful.
"So what sort of spirit are we after?" he asked in hushed tones.
Digger gets to the door of the Mauseleum, not yet feeling the pull of the hisil. "Aight," Digger opened the door. "Everyone inside."
Digger gestured for people to head into the crypt. Once everyone is in. "So, before we cross, lets figure out what we are looking for. We need a spirit to watch over the den. But it should fit best with our people and what we do. That way we are all on the same level. And if Skaald is looking to turn that big sexy table into a fetish. It should work good with that too I think. So what are we looking for? Opinions?"
Nick shrugged slightly, pitching his two cents in. "Perhaps an old warrior spirit. One who respects the feast and the ideals of unit as a tight-knit team as a family." He looked to Skaald for a moment. "Maybe a Viking. 'Cause that table is definately fit for Odin." He grinned. That last part might have been half-joking. Viking spirits probably weren't running around Sacramento's Hisil.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Skaald grins at the mention of the table. "An ancestor warrior spirit would be great for the table, or a conceptual spirit of revelry, or even a minor Cahalunim looking for something new to do could work. But it'll have to be a separate spirit from whoever we get to watch the Den. Once I bind it into the table, it's not going to be able to do much beyond the table itself. So, maybe we turn this into a search for a couple spirits? It would be good if our guardian got along with our table...."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Entering the Mausoleum behind Digger, Chaplain listened to the options, glad that the pack were working together once again.
Members who have read this thread : 1You do not have permission to view the list of names.
Draft this Post
