(PrP) Grave Matters

[Emily Makerith]

"Hey, Hector?" Emily calls out, waving the Alpha over. "I found the Locus. It's aligned with Order, which kinda fits, given how structured the cemetery is. But it's pretty weak. There are webs everywhere. New. Old. They don't line up either - they've been made by different groups at different times, taking over the area." The Ithaeur clucks her tongue a few times.

"The gauntlet is a wall here. If the rats weren't at work, we'd not see across, and even sitting on top this Locus we're gonna have a hard time crossing. If we'd want to." Emily stares around the locus. "Rats and spiders don't work together.This whole thing screams trap to me. I'd say find another Locus in our territory and come across that way."

[Viola Jones]

Viola curses under her breath at what she finds. Which grows louder as Emily reveals what she sees.

"Fuck"

She shakes her head, and rubs her scalp with a hand as she gives her own report.

"I ain't got the right trails and tracks. Not enough verity in animal tracks, too many rat prints. Giant fuckin' rat tracks. And I mean it. Like dog sized rats. Weird fuckin' footprints, like from a fucked up, and I mean it foot. Deformed as all hell.

"Giant rat track over here, grave to east of Hector, and the footprint is to his south."

[Tristan Hardt]

Regathering with the rest, Tristan can only state the obvious: his growing feeling that things don't seem to click. That way things should be and behave don't mirror this place. And it isn't just because it's a cemetery.

Tristan already doesn't like what he hears. The work of spiders going unnoticed for such a long time... and the confirmation of rats being active in the area. Emily and Viola seem confident enough in their findings, but they sure as hell don't sound happy. The Beta isn't either.

"Damn near everything is broken here. No spirits. No birds. Not even plants. This whole place... it's sick." A Wound would almost be easier to handle. The sickness there could be identified and amputated. This nonsense? It defies what should be.

[Chris Laurent]

As the others speak Chris watches the rat-man, well probably rat man. If he's a normal man he's going to have a bad day. Motherfucker is eating a bouquet? Thought these things were supposed to be smart.

"Guys" One word, then a nod towards the man eating a bouquet and his "dog". "I think someone is lost."

[Emily Makerith]

Emily growls, looking around, as Viola and Tristan reveals their find. "Beshilu.... and they've reached a large enough size to cross over." Spotting the man Chris points out, the Ithaeur grumbles, "We should probably clear this place of people. If there are Rats crossing over, we're going to get into a scrap here."

[Hector]

Hector roused himself and turned toward Emily as the Ithaeur returned to make her report. He shrank back on his haunches and grunted sourly.

"So... We may have to do this the hard way. Cross over from our territory and make our way over here."

His frown grew deeper as the other's bought forth their own findings.

"Well... This area sounds sick! I don't think we have much of a choice. We gotta look into this in case it spreads..."

The Cahalith began.

And stopped when the pack's Irakka spoke up and gestured to the strange pair that shadowed the group.

Hector's frown shifted into something more serious. His eyes snapped open with the demonic intensity hurtling across the space.

The 'man' and his 'dog' were watching the group.

[Emily Makerith]

A growl rumbles in Emily's throat as the pointed faces watch them. She takes a step forward, feeling the need for more muscle in her body, her body shifting and bulking out.

  3 successes to Dalu

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-18 07:23:52		Emily rolls 4 to Shapeshift Sta2+Surv1+PU1 (10 Again)		8, 8, 10, 5, 7		3 successes

[Viola Jones]

The Pack's attention falls upon the 'man' and the 'dog'.

Eating a bouquet. Yeah. Right.

The rahu's body weight shifts, as she attempts to size up the, whatever they were.

...with less then stellar results.

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-18 13:27:29		Viola Jones rolls 5 to size up (Wits 3 + survival 2) (10 Again)		5, 4, 7, 5, 7		failure

[Chris Laurent]

"Hmm ya those aren't people." Though the words come late as Emily bulks up or as the bros at the bar last night would have said got swol. Those fucks.

Chris lets out a slow breath to keep the sound in his ears down. Not yet. Soon though. They can't be allowed to escape. His head tilts towards Hector . "How do you want it done?" There's fast, and loud, and maybe quiet if they don't notice Emily...maybe.

[Tristan Hardt]

Tristan's eyes follow the gaze of the rest, seeing the strange man and his strange dog. They're out of place. And Emily'd played her card already, so there's no point in him holding back. The Bone Shadow finds the so-called-man's eyes and stares. Right for the thing's soul. To the most visceral and primal truth he could learn from it.

  3 successes to learn what kind of death it fears

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-21 19:06:05		Tristan Hardt rolls 9 to Wits 4 + Empathy 4 + Wisdom 1 to Fear of Death (10 Again)		9, 7, 3, 3, 9, 1, 7, 8, 1		3 successes