The First Hunt

[Tristan Riverstep]

Tristan lopes alongside Elizabeth, all the while his canid heart thumping with excitement. He can’t wait to see where this chase will lead them. He yips to Elizabeth, his enthusiasm overriding his desire to be cautious; to observe and sneak as an ambush predator. Just a little piece of the man within the beast.

The house they arrive at isn’t quite the destination Tristan expects. His head cocks to one side and he whines, perplexed. But once the pack arrives at the cellar, recognition dawns on him. An old place. Locii thrive in old places. His grey and cinnamon form moves a bit slower, more reverently as his head swings from side to side taking in the rustic scents and a strange warmth that he feels more in his heart than his fur. A home. A home well kept.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-02-22 22:13:03	Tristan Riverstep rolls 6 to Cross Over (Int + Pres + Primal Urge + Locus) (10 Again)	8, 2, 2, 9, 1, 4	2 successes

Tristan looks to Bleeds as he growls out the location of the path, and with a shudder of anticipation he follows suit. Shedding the physical trappings around him to pass into that more familiar space. His senses are up and alert, but more to take in the wonder than stay alert for danger.

[pisces]

If the World of flesh was hard, then the Shadow was truly hell. Those who have peeled back that invisible curtain, usually being sensitive or spirit urged, have been convinced they had seen hell, or whatever their particular brand of faith called it. It wasn’t a funhouse, it wasn’t a game, there was no in between here. The strong preyed brutally upon the weak. Spirits ate other spirits, and of course they feasted across the gauntlet. Most played by the rules, but some, some needed reminding of their place.


The familiar facades of the buildings faded away. Morphing into scenes from as early as the 19th century. The architecture is a twisted amalgam of past and present. The roots of Sacramento still showed in a few of the most notable buildings being remnants of the past. Here electric lamp posts gave way to streets with gas lit lamps, flickering light, barely able to illuminate the gloom that swirled and sighed around their feet. Less solid somehow, and yet for the Uratha their spirit sides could feel the weight of this place.


They were able to touch and feel everything here. This is where they held an advantage. Where they could push back against the spirits just as hard as they dared to push against them. Their teeth and claws gained purchase here…

The Condor circled and swayed in an invisible wind above as if looking for something...or perhaps someones. Upon closer inspection of the bird, you could tell it was a relic. Older than modern Condors. Perhaps even the only one.

Skipping Cyan this round, please roll Wits + Stealth +1(fog) to evade notice from the Condor!

[Derek Johnston]

Scrapper is very much a man of the real and doesn't come over to the Hisil as often as he likely should. Everything here is strange and monstrous to his eye. He pushed through here first, arriving before the others, but as they start to appear, his nerves start to calm. He's not afraid, per se, but he's anxious, cautious, and perhaps a bit clumsy in his attempts to stay out of the circling spirit's view.

Stealth (failure)

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-02-28 21:56:21	Derek Johnston rolls 2 to Wits+Stealth+1(fog) (10 Again)	1, 5	failure

[Elizabeth Wade]

Elizabeth's senses flooded with new scents and information. The differences across the gauntlet were so stark that for a moment the wolf's head went back and forth looking around frantically. She dipped her head low suddenly at Emily's warning about the condor, and tried to keep an eye on it while darting in and out of cover.

Every tiny sound made her hears twitch and swivel. Occasinally flattening to her head witht he stress of hearing things in the distant that sounded like ripping and tearing. The Hisil was all about the law of Tooth and Claw.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-03-03 10:22:28	Elizabeth Wade rolls 2 to Avoid Aerial Detection: Wits + Stealth +1(fog) -1 Unskilled (10 Again)	1, 8	1 success

Elizabeth bumped Emily looking around, and sniffing the ground. Clearly wondering where to go. Her orientation of the city was lost.

[Bleeds Well]

The midnight wolf's form in the spirit world retains his inky black appearance, except where spirit brands tell the story of his battles and successes. One such brand stands out from the others, a large purity brand on his chest glows. Cool moonlight spills onto Bleeds Well's front paws, unmistakably marking him as a member of the Fury Choir.

Noticing Scrappers missteps the tactical mind of the Rahu seeks a way to capitalize. He tosses the corpse of the fresh kill toward Scrapper with a shake of his head, then finds denser fog and shadow.

The pack isn't in the same territory that he'd hunted before, but Bleeds Well is no stranger to the Hisil and is all too aware of the dangers they face here. Wolfish eyes peer into the dark checking to see what kind of attention the pack may be drawing.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-03-01 21:32:00	Bleeds Well rolls 6 to Wits+Stealth+1(fog) (10 Again)	8, 5, 3, 8, 4, 4	2 successes

[Tristan Riverstep]

It's like a world-sized haunted house opened up. Only this house has real horrors inside: not underpaid actors in makeup and rags. And definitely not clowns. Wow. I probably jinxed us now. There's going to be a clown spirit here and it'll be my fault.

3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-03-08 22:19:04	Tristan Riverstep rolls 6 to Hide from Condor (Wits + Stealth + Fog) (10 Again)	2, 2, 9, 10, 5, 8, 3	3 successes

In lieu of clown spirits, there is that Condor. But Tristan sends a silent wolf-mind prayer up to the heavens now obscured by warped Hisil-sky and sinks low to the ground. The Irraka moves stealthily, as is his lot. Though it looks like some of the other pack members aren't so lucky. Tristan turns to Derek and his canid features twist into a worried grimace. But he doesn't bark or whine. He just keeps his eyes up to the sky through the fog and readies himself for the Condor's wrath.

​Or maybe it's friendly and wants to chat? A Wolf can hope.

[pisces]

As the wolves furtively made their way through the hisil the great Condor, let out a mighty caw and suddenly started circling the group above for a few moments before flying off to a high perch.

As they moved through the hisil to the winding alley of the Chaser spirits home, the Condor seemed to follow from perch to perch. The spirit was watching, and since it had caught sight of Derek began tracking them. It didn't attack, but was keeping a close eye on the werewolf it spied.

They soon came to the winding alley, one of the only in Sacramento. The eerie sounds and far off calls of spirits can be heard all around. The fresh kill that Bleeds Well had in his mouth coaxed out the spirit they were seeking out. The Chaser spirit came up through the grating in the alley. The wolves first spy its long curved claws poking up through the grate, then a long thin snout. It's horns were low and curved back, scraped along the cement tunnel eerily as it pulled itself up and out. It's lean and hungry silhoutte came creeping forward. Closer. Closer.

It snarled slightly seeing the Werewolves, but its gaze sank to the fresh prey. It's ban was clear. If the prize was offered.. it must accept. It could not deny such a gift.

"Bring meat" it uttered in First Tongue

[Derek Johnston]

Scrapper tries his best to stay out of sight of the giant Condor spirit that's tracking them. He doesn't know if he can trust it but it doesn't seem to attack them, just watch them.. and it's got a fairly good view of them, or at least of him, thanks to his blundering around in the dark of the Shadow.

When they reach the alley, he slows, watching and waiting as the rest of his companions, his pack, catch up around him. He stares at the chaser spirit as it comes into the alleyway. He sniffs at the air and licks his jowls before looking over at Bleeds expectantly.

[Bleeds Well]

The Midnight Wolf studies the condor until the chaser spirit reveals itself. Bleeds Well felt well hidden, until Derek looks directly at him. Bleeds Well glances around, wary of the other spirits in the area, before approaching Scrapper. Not the sharpest tooth, or the quietest claw...he notes to himself, important to know for future tactical decisions. Body slung low, tail down and wary, head close to the ground Bleeds Well hovers over the fresh kill from where he'd tossed it near scrappers paws.

"First Bargain," the Rahu growls deeply. You obey me. Pack prepare Sacred Hunt. You prey. You agree, meat yours."

The fur around Bleeds Well's neck puffs up, giving a mane-like appearance. He is doing his best to appear mighty and powerful, but his wiry form is hardly imposing. Ink black fur stands on end, framing the scared skin of brands that resonate with power, with weight. He raises his head, fighting the urge to glance around at his pack mates for reassurance. The light from his glowing purity brand strikes the corpse below him, highlighting what is being offered.