(Spiritual Diplomacy)Instant Messenger

[Tiny]

"No, spirits are definetly not people. But they have their wants and bans and needs, and then we'll get the techies' and hammer out a peace that the People can live with." If the spirits don't particularly like it, that was too bad, but being Uratha was about policing spirits, not letting them do whatever they want.
Huh, if Father wolf was back, would we police him too?He thinks to himself. Bleeds well would have a very cut and dry opinion for sure. But a better one for him would be should mother luna be policed?
Tiny follows the beta on her left, a thoughtful look on his face.

[Mark]

So sorry for the delay, can I please get Wits/Composure rolls if you have a occult at 2 or higher roll at a +2, if you have no occult roll at -2.

The three walk toward the spirits encircling the locus. They stand there like a living wall. Here they pass an elm, twisted and skinny, bark a deep rich brown with silver streaks; gangly limbs hang from it, slouching. It's roots reaching out as it gradually leans forward into place. The branches of a neighboring elm, covered in green, shiver as if blown by a breeze in the still air. Their limbs interlace creating an overlapping canopy. There, a massive oak stands stoically. Near the ring of trees, but not part of it, vibrant and healthy. As the elm shivers into place, the oak shakes in the same windless breeze.

1 success

The oak drops a few acorns with it's shake, vibrant and full of essence.

2 success

Above plus, roots of the green elm snake thinly across the top of the ground toward the acorn.

3 success

The green elm is no elm at all, but a kudzu that has clung to the skeleton of an elm. Small white honey-mushrooms that dots the trunk are the tell-tale sign of white rot fungus. Several more kudzu dot the circle. Kudzu are plant spirits that consume and eat any kind of spirit or essence resonance without being mutated by their meal. They crave territory and envelope whatever they can. They are no friend of trees.

[Chris Laurent]

"Honestly that just makes me worry about people more than spirits." The Cult of Personality is more than a catching song after all. If that's what's being fed into the Hisil Chris isn't to keen to see what the Hisil does with it. Then nods with a grunt at Tiny's words. Very...not Storm Lords..ish for a Storm Lord..so far.

The Talon eyes the acorns full of essence as they hit the ground. That's a hard pass. "Soo acorns.."

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-08-05 22:06:56	Chris rolls 5 to IntMessenger (Wits+Comp=5) (10 Again)	8, 3, 1, 1, 6	1 success

[Emily Makerith]

Emily nods, and continues her cheerful swagger towards the copse.

She glances around, trying to keep alert.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-08-06 14:16:49	Emily Makerith rolls 6 to Enter the Copse: Wits+Comp+2 (10 Again)	5, 5, 3, 10, 6, 2, 3	1 success

[Tiny]

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-08-06 20:54:31	Tiny rolls 5 to Wits+Composure (10 Again)	1, 3, 4, 1, 9	1 success

Tiny looks down at the essence laden acorns. How much fucking essense must this tree have to be dropping dozens of it carelessly. Part of him wants to just run. The weak part. The rest of him, his core, just shrugs, and walks forward, head high and arms behind his back. He bows his head slightly to each of the trees, then looks to the Oak.

<<Greetings to the spirits of the woods. Clarion's call has come to listen and speak in your presence. I am Tiny, born under Luna's Half Moon, and would hear you.>>

Sure, it was a possibility these were all unawakened motes. And it was also equally likely that these were all lesser gods. Tiny was willing to bet his pride that they were not.

[Mark]

The great oak almost seems to sigh as its weight shifts on itself, heavy branches sagging slightly as if the sight of Tiny is a great burden for it to bear. Leaves flip over on their branches in the windless breeze, as if expecting rain.

<Does this little one speak for you Spider-Bane?> The voice is a rustling, branches and leaves shaking in a violent storm, creaking and snapping with the collision of branches and twigs; an annoyed old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn.

[Chris Laurent]

Looking up at the great oak Chris suppresses the thought of having to find a way to fight the thing. Seriously its a giant tree in the Hisil. As it speaks the Talon takes a second glance around the clearing. No audience chamber.

Then too quickly looks to Emily with her blazing Renown. The tree better be asking for her.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily's jaw drops, and then turns into a wide, smug grin. "Spider-bane? I like that," she muses, more to herself. She glances to Tiny, and then back to the Tree.

<<He does. We are of one pack and one voice>> she replies respectfully. <<We hear of dischord between the choirs and are here to understand these clashes. To guard the boundaries, as is our duty>>

She gives a wink to Chris. United fronts were best.

[Tiny]

"It suits you. We'll put it in a Renown tattoo for you." Tiny chimes in to Emily, mentally figuring out whether to do a spider with a claw pinning it or to go with more First Tongue Runes.
Something about the spider under a boot just tickled his fancy.

He then turns back to the Oak.

<<As you heard, I speak for the pack, but I also listen for them, please speak of your choir, that we might know more to bring harmony and end discord in the Sacramento hisil.>>
Tiny speaks confidently and with respect for the Oak. Because all spirits liked to think they were important, and it never hurt to make them feel so.

[Mark]

Branches lift and sag giving the impression of a sigh. The leaves rustle, branches creak, twigs snap as it speaks slow and ponderous.

<Vibrations out of sync always find tune soon enough.


Another ancient one has awakened and seeks to disrupt the natural cycle.


Ask the Elm Children about the folly they follow. Still so full of angst.

Denial.

The way is always the way.



They ally with the enemy...>

Tendrils that reach for the acorn latch onto it, eagerly sucking it dry of the essence. Distracted it's unaware when it gets snatched up by roots that shoot out of the ground. A screech pierces the airless space and then is gone. All that remains of the elm that had reached for the roots is a grey husk, a skeleton of a tree. The oak shakes once more and an acorn falls once again, this acorn glows a sickly, fluorescent green.

<If you wish to assist the restoration of harmony.

Calm the ancient one, return it to slumber.

Now is the time of the young ones.

Like other before them, they too shall pass and I will watch and remember.

A war servers no one, but the chaos. Take my fruit, to aid you. That is all I can offer.>

acorn

The acorn may only be used in this plot thread, those that partake of it gain the benefit of having participated in a sacred hunt. The acorn has 12 essence, divided up among those that eat it.