Bull Rush nods at chantays answer. "We are hunting ridden, not spirits. The Herd Must Not Know."
And with that, he heads off, waiting for his pack to follow in thier classic V formation.
Man that had kicked ass earlier.
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Bull Rush nods at chantays answer. "We are hunting ridden, not spirits. The Herd Must Not Know."
And with that, he heads off, waiting for his pack to follow in thier classic V formation.
Man that had kicked ass earlier.
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Chantay falls into the formation behind Bull Rush as they begin to prowl through their territory. A trilogy of movies from her childhood about a youth hockey team coming to mind, ones that brought a bit of a Starseeker-ish thought to mind. "We should call this formation the Flying V."
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Starseeker predictably falls into the remaining position. "So, does that mean he's Charlie Conway, you're Connie Moreau and I'm Lester Averman?" Starseeker asks, pointing at Bull Rush, Chantay and himself in order. "We need two more people for it to work though, Eighteen. I vote for a Adam Banks and a Dave Karp."
What? No, of course Starseeker didn't dredge Wikipedia for everything related to ducks after meeting Mother Duck. Why do you ask?
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Bull Rush shakes his head, but he has a smile on his face. "No, no more than 4. When we get number four, we'll reconfigure as we need. In the meatime, keep your eyes open for any good cahaliths. That is one that we desperately need right now."
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"I've been keeping an eye out for them, but there don't seem to be any popping up." Not since Seth at least, but she wasn't about to bring that up to Bull Rush here. "If we do find a Cahalith though, we're only a Rahu away from a Blessed Pack." It was a possibility she couldn't help but bring up. For an Elodoth, one who always seeked to walk the dividing line and maintain balance, it was a bit of a tempting possibility. If it turned out to be feasible.
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"Chantay, I understand. But we need to be small, nimble, able to react quickly. 5 is just too many. If we had a blessed pack, we wouldn't be able to stand against a pure pack. If we don't we can't stand against a pure anyway. If the pure come, we will fight with guerrilla tactics, hit and run. We probably won't be one of the packs that takes the fight to the pure. We need to focus on establishing ourselves here; recruiting allies, and garnering influence."
After a few minutes of going through the metaphorical center of their territory, the Brotherhood do find some movement in the trainyard. Moving with purpose, a hundred meters off their path, two humanoid figures are moving among the empty tracks, close to what appears to be a jagged pedestal of some sort, roughly 5 feet in height.
Both the figures are carrying what appears to be rather large objects towards the obelisk. Neither have noticed the hunting pack.
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Starseeker silently taps his packmates on their shoulders and points to the figures before shifting down to Urhan and activating his oldest, and still most favorite Gift and scoping out the area.
Is there a need for a perception check?
Almost as good as x-ray vision?
1suxx :(
To Starseeker's new thermal sense, the world takes on a different qualities, in different tones that couldn't really be translated to words. The two figures are the dull color of 'hot' he's learned to associate with human beings. Stranger, however, is that the monolith/construct also glows the same faint color.
The surrounding terrain yields nothing more through its heat, at least nothing that shouldn't normally be hot in railyards at night.
OOC clarification, just in case
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Bull rush nods to his packmates. "Swing out, friendly neighbors attitude.". He points left and right, as he approaches. He uses know name on the closest one. (Int2+investigation3+cunning3 please)
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