Echoes of Yesterday

[Bleeds Well]

Bleeds Well sits in silence as the two talk back and forth. So far the discussion is to garnering in new information for him. The pup was hungry for information, but had only brought the sound of his voice as payment.

Bleeds eyes looked off, as he kept watch while the parties discussed, unnecessary with the two in urhan, but old habits.

  1 success for Purity Renown

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-22 11:03:03		Bleeds Well rolls 2 to Purity roll (10 Again)		10, 7, 4		1 success

What annoyed Bleeds Well most was that Allen showed up speaking of killing Pure. It was known that Bleeds Well has refused to kill the misguided Pure even in the heat of battle, even as Gauru, and he'd been branded for holding true to his Purity and the Oath.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-22 11:08:14		Rolling for Allen's rolls 2 to Honor renown (10 Again)		2, 10, 10, 2		2 successes

A thought tickled the back of the Rahu's mind. A story of an uppity Storm Lord...

And Bleeds Well remembered Allen's honorable reputation, his attitude about the young man immediately shifting. Perhaps is will be worth having around, he'd at least bring honor to the name Clarion's Call.

I made the roll for Allen, take note, when meeting another werewolf for the first time (like an introductory thread) roll your highest renown, if successful throw a little bit about what you did to earn that reputation. Word has gotten around. THAT's how renown works, and in the hisil you can see the brands. Renown, it's a system for werewolf reputation.

[Emily Makerith]

The Crescent huffs in a way that sounds like a snigger. <<Never saw it... anyways, We're two encounters for two in our favor. Struggling is not what I'd call it. Although they are back>>

The pale wolf cocks its head. <<Easy. There were no wolves to keep them back. They grew, and bred, and grew, and stretched out their domain. Well, there was one wolf. And good as she was, there's only so much one wolf can do>> The Ithaeur yawns. <<Well. Any that were there are probably dormant by now. Ever since Clarion Call moved in, they have had more pressing priorities. There's a fine piece of ass that keeps an eye on the edge of their reach>> Emily sounds amused. She was enjoying being the cryptic mystic. It would probably only last one meeting before the novelty wore off, so she was getting her fill now.

The wolf fixes Allen with a level stare. <<Of course I do. I take my duties seriously, dude. But you need context, because politics is not the word I would use>>
Oops. Kinda undermines your mystical mystique calling people dude, Emmy.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-02-23 12:20:46		Emily rolls 3 to Wisdom Reknown (10 Again)		1, 9, 4		1 success

Emily had survived. Her Wisdom had come from experience, knowing when to fight, when to run, when to deal with spirits, and when stakes were too high.

The Wolf stretched out, low front legs and arched back, before padding over to Allen. <<This story is true. The Pure of Sacramento performed a Rite that devastated all the Hisil, and wiped out all the People form the city as well. One wolf was away from the city, and she returned home to find all was gone. She followed the path of Red Wolf, and did everything she could to preserve the territory of her pack, the Steel Fangs>> The wolf sits, lowering it's voice. <<But one wolf cannot preserve a city. Without the balance maintained by the children of Father Wolf, the spirits roamed free, drawing on their own powers and performing as they wished. The Azlu and Beshilu wrought havoc on the Gauntlet. And the Lone Wolf had to watch her territory shrink, and shrink, pressed by the spider-host, until only her home remained. And all around, the spirits grew wild and free>>

The wolf sounds tired. <<Sacramento is untamed and primal. "Politics">> the wolf waves her paws for the air-quotes, <<here is a misnomer. The spirits are some of the simplest and most primal of their kind - the ones most like their form. Magath have been here. The spirits are like any other ecosystem. Sure, you can talk to them, but think of it more like a natural world. That's what they understand>>

Emily slinks around the Tur. <<I give this Wisdom because it is mine to give, and I believe People should know for their safety... and the Pure have not been told from me. The truth is the Sacramento Hisil is wild and dangerous. So treat her with respect and care. Even a.... hisil scout does not go alone where I recommend not to>> There is a look at Nate, and another sound that was definitely like a snigger.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep up the act.

I used Emily's Highest Renown as well.
Woland , since Red Light Green Light isn't in continuity, and Emily is still in Urhan, Allen doesn't know what Human Emily looks like yet

[Bleeds Well]

Bleeds Well stands and stretches, excusing himself for relief behind a railcar while Emily talks. It's a story he's heard, and he spends his days in the hisil it's current state is one that is familiar to him.

A moment later he returns, "My experience with the spirits here is they are unruly. ​Most are young, I haven't seen a great spirit here at all. The most powerful ones I have had contact with have been twisted. Looking for mounts, or otherwise taking advantage of the current state of hisil. The ones I've seen have acted strange, not recognizing or not caring about the legacy we've inherited from Father Wolf."

He shrugs.

"But my place is not to be diplomat, it's to be the teeth and claws of the pack."

[Emily Makerith]

The wolf shakes her fur, and huffs indignantly. <<Pedant. I said "simple" not "weak". There are Jagglings a plenty, Sure, they merge, but, like... Spirits seem to prey on their natures more than merging. And yes, mixed spirits are also there, just... less common, I've found. Happy?>> The wolf rolls her eyes. <<There's some domain carving, Choirs and Decants and whatever, but, well... We are One pack. We can't control or re-order a whole city. Out territory has structure, but we're not miracle workers. Treat most Spirits with respect, you can't go far wrong unless they massively outclass you>>

Emily paws at a rock on the ground idly. <<Wrong. Spirits aren't selfish. They act in line with their nature - concepts, things, actions, that have little understanding of human concepts. They seek to survive and exist, like any creature>> She looks over to the Rahu. <<Spirits respond to reknown, as you know. But their standards are high. None of the pack rate higher than a Greater Gaffling in authority in the Spirit. Jagglings are willful and the mistrust of Father Wolf's children runs deep>> The wolf Shrugs, and nods towards Allen in agreement.<<Encountering a Spirit stronger than you think, alone, is unlikely to have much of a care for you. As a Pack, we garner more respect together. Is what it is, man>>

The wolf rolls her front shoulders. Urhan was much better to running than idle chatter. Perhaps it would be better to change. Urgh. So much for Crescent mystique. The rock was batted a little more with the paw.

No worries! Not an accusation. Emily wants to see the reaction of, well, her, popping out of the wolf. She's a mischeivious one when it takes her.

[Bleeds Well]

The Rahu shrugs, "I'm no diplomat" he repeats.

"But I'm here, all day, everyday. I patrol the edge of the tur, in the hisil. All Day. Every Day. Something is brewing out there." His head nods vaguely to the border with his ominous words as he falls silent. The purist shrugs and lets the philosophers and ambassadors return to their banter.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily watches, carefully. <<Mmm. If there are spirits of bigger strength, city spirits and the like, I haven't seen them. Doesn't mean the don't exist. I don't stray too far from the territory nowadays unless I have to for work>>

The Iron Master meets the sceptical look with a level one. <<Selfishness is a human concept. And while spirits of Greed do exist, the drive to proliferate is not selfishness but instinct>> The tone is back to amusement, like an older sibling trying to explain something simple. <<Spirits make sure they maintain what they can before extending their reach, most of the time. Not always, and we step in of course... but most do. And do not forget it is the Material world that shapes them, makes them what they are, as much as they seek to act within their nature. That is the cycle. Not evil, yes, but not indulgent. Call it selfish if you like>> the wolf huffs another chuckle, <<But you're wrong. You're allowed to be wrong. But that doesn't sound like seeking wisdom, being offered knowledge and rejecting it for your established belief>> Okay, obvious bait is obvious, but dammit, Emily felt like she'd more than earned her spirit stripes. This was her Territory, and she wan't going to dishonour it by some human view.

Ominous feelings? <<Okay... that's creepy>> the wolf huffs at Bleeds Well, twisting and writhing into a blue-haired punk with a Less than Jake t-shirt, leather jacket, jean-shorts, fishnets and bright red Doc Martins. Emily cracks her neck from side to side and makes it click. She swaggers over and drops onto the bench next to Allen. She smells of smoke, stale alcohol and bubblegum.

"Trust me, Allen, if Bleeds Well had seen something he'd tell us. He's not he cryptic type, unlike the chief," the Ithaeur says brightly. "Also, who do you think there is to tell these tales? Spirits aren't that big on Wolf history, save, you know, the big bits. Only one wolf survived the wiping out of the People, and you're looking at her." Depending on how long Allen knew the disappearance happened, the Ithaeur in front of him could barely have been out of teens at the time. "Thing is, man, aside from the stories that left Sac before the big bang, the only one telling stories is me about me - least until Clarion Call showed up and we started making a pack again." Pale blue eyes watch Allen lazily, and the Ithaeur yawns. It had been a long day. She looks up, scanning the sky for her Auspice moon.

[Bleeds Well]

Could he put it to words? The feeling that's something brewing. The strange behavior he's seen at a distance? He's convinced there is a power play going out, just out there, outside of their territory. Behind the scenes. Does he have evidence, enough to speak up? No, for now he'll watch and wait. Just like he listens to this conversation. He watches and waits. Waits for new information, waits for the Shadow Lord to live up to his rep, waits for anything to happen, because damn it, he's getting bored. The Rahu needs a fight, or a project, something to do with his calloused hands, or an enemy to stalk. But for now, he points his chin at Emily.

"Got a smoke sister?"