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Softpaws votes to go to the moot. As a metis, she has been to them all her 15 year old life. She will help the others if they aren't sure what to do or what customs might be, assuming she knows such things.
Softpaws sees the wisdom in further investigation of the park, particularly spirit interrogation. The birds seem a reasonable place to start.
"Yeah, let's go back and explore the umbra around the park. If the birds are spirits, we can talk to them and see what they know... I really want to see if the Banes are still hanging around there."
Thanks Gigi Digi for the avatar.
Last edited by NotScaryBats : 09-16-2012 at 02:53 PM.
It's alright, it happens to the best of us. Current votes are two to one to go to the park. I'll give the rest of the day for Daelrog to weigh in on the subject, and if he hasn't then we'll just say he goes with the majority vote.
Obviously you guys wouldn't split up the pack, so I wouldn't even consider than an option.
So like a good pack, you return to the park in full force. As you park, you notice the large gathering of ravens has thinned out considerably. Only about 20% of them remain. As you get out of the vehicles, you can hear their caws from where you are already. If those are indeed Corax, they are talking about you.
The parking lot has one car in it now, a blue sedan. No one in sight however. You've been gone maybe 40 minutes.
Jason frowns slightly as he sees the blue car in the parking lot of the park, the words of the bartender in his mind of black-garbed men and the threat that the could bring. The Galliard looks at the crows above and then at his packmates. "So, what now?"
Man, sometimes the rules in these books are weird. You would have been better off failing this gnosis roll.
The pack leaves the physical world behind, and pushes into the spiritual world. A task that all have done before, but none have ever encountered anything like this. The gauntlet here is tougher than you have ever felt. (For your curiosity, it is 9). What's worse is that the gauntlet was trapped. As you push yourself through the gauntlet, you find yourselves covered in what feels like acidic webbing, burning you at your core.
You may all make a will power roll to soak this damage. All damage is lethal.
Softpaws-You take no damage, your small body and high gnosis having allowed you to slip past the trap.
Around you is the remnants of a park. The spiritual grass has become spiritual concrete, the trees are made of metal, and the bushes all appear to be made of glass. The spider webs that pollute the city are everywhere. This place is thick with webbing, and you immediately see 3 spider spirits continuing to thicken the process. You know enough to know that this is not how a park is supposed to look in the spirit realm, even in the city.
Softpaws assumes a defensive position and reverts to her breed form after the umbral trap is triggered. Her skin erupts into black fur and some of her lanky awkwardness disappears. The Metis instantly rushes to HourTales' side, "Are you okay!?" she says in Garou.
Thanks Gigi Digi for the avatar.
Lifa looks about the umbral realm in puzzlement - as a theurge, she should have picked up on this. Hints at least. It was her job to discern a few clues and tidbits but instead she'd led the pack astray.
Turning to see the spider spirits, the Get of Fenris decides she's not going to take any chances in such an alien environment and so shifts into her warform: her body becomes tall, lithe and coated with a deep gray coat.
It doesn't take long for the four of you to thrash about enough, that the webs get disturbed. The three weaver spirits immediately turn towards you four, and stare for a moment before emitting a high pitch screech. It is so loud that those of you not in Homid form are paralyzed for in pain as the sound continues. However eventually they stop. And begin advancing on you.
"Good idea," Hour Tales says as he races towards the crows with Softpaws. He spares a glance back at the ever increasing spiders, wishing that he had the time and skill to reliably shift into a faster form.