(3:50:37 PM) IS-ST: Ok...there will be some wall of text postings to get you into the scene and then we'll be in the thick of it.
(3:52:15 PM) IS-ST: So everyone is clear...the events of Friday's game are happening at the same time as those today
(3:52:43 PM) Alex- [uid219161@vp-785068.highgate.irccloud.com] entered the room.
(3:53:29 PM) Jamesbeckett: Copy
(3:53:52 PM) IS-ST: everyone ready?
(3:53:52 PM) Kifel: 10-4
(3:54:13 PM) Khapri: Lets geddit
(3:54:15 PM) Viktor: Yes
(3:54:23 PM) Tanith: Yup
(3:54:43 PM) Ziggy: Yessir.
(3:54:53 PM) Ziggy: Hopefully Ziggy will survive the night.  :)
(3:55:01 PM) IS-ST: At the Caern:
(3:55:01 PM) IS-ST: Sunday, on the eve of battle, the Wrymfoe for the Ahadi, A Silent Strider Ahroun known as Bloodied Talon.  All the warriors are called to the Caern to hear the plan.  Rashid, Malachi, Sobek, Fang, Taho, Khan, and The Doomspeaker are all there.  Wandering off to the side of the main group is  the Stranger who looks like he could be Malachi’s son, watching the group with some trepidation.
(3:55:01 PM) IS-ST: Bloodied Talon steps up before the group, holding up his arms to quite the crowd.  “Let’s get started.  Our scouts have located six camps of our enemy, with about 20 warriors each.  We plan to hit them in…”  In the middle of his explanation, another voice cries out.  The Doomspeaker speaks.
(3:55:01 PM) IS-ST: “That which we feared is upon us.  Blood on the Sun, Blood in Sand!  Blood on our Hands!”  The one-eyed garou collapses to his knees, shifting to Crinos and clawing at his face.  The camp erupts into chaos, healers moving towards the elder, warriors grabbing up weapons, many of them shifting into their various battle forms, including Fang and Sobek.
(3:55:02 PM) IS-ST: To the north there is a sudden screaming cry, a weirdly spine chilling, roar that echos up and over the Caern.  Following that bowel-loosening shout, five large worm like things tower up out of the ground, the stench of the burnt oil and rotting meat wafting over the gathered garou.
(3:55:02 PM) IS-ST: There is a moment of stillness, as the sudden appearance of the massive Thunder Wyrms unnerves the younger, less experienced garou, and in the stillness a howl sounds out, Crys calling the Ahrouns to battle with a steady, impassioned plea.  He is quickly joined by the other galliards and it breaks the stillness, the garou surging to battle.
(3:55:02 PM) IS-ST: At the same time, The Stranger runs to Fang, calling out to him in the strange tongue of the Dragon Kings.  Sobek looks at them and nods.  Pulling out a corded piece of clay, he breaks it and Fang suddenly dissolves into a cloud of Blue Morpho butterflies.  Dark Dreams howls out.  “Iron Secrets!  Camp and wallow are attacked.  Shattered Death Fangs, go and defend them both.  Take warriors.â€
(3:55:03 PM) IS-ST:   Malachi gestures and a moonbringe rises up out of the sand, dust a bones marking the path, as he pulls on his leather mask.  The path heads south, back towards the Kumpania.
(3:57:29 PM) IS-ST: Kifel's blood ran cold, his teeth grit tensely and his body shook. Surging himself to crinos he howled for the warriors to gather. "IRON SECRETS, RALLY! IJAKA, NATASHA, NAZE, ALEX, HEAD BACK TO THE CAMP!" His howl fierce and full of rage. "Secure our home! Hide those who cannot fight, and wait for Malachi to return! Naze, take charge of the camp! Do not let anyone come to harm! Protect our
(3:57:29 PM) IS-ST: kinfolk!"

(3:58:51 PM) IS-ST: At the Kumpania:
(3:58:51 PM) IS-ST: As the garou charge down the Moonbridge, the land of the Kumpania comes into view.  A few feet away there was another Moonbridge, silver light that heads south west.  The Silver Fang Victor stands there smirking at the kinfolk of the kumpania, jauntily waving to the garou running down bridge.  With an insufferable smirk, he turns to the second bridge, reaching to grab a small shining show
(3:58:51 PM) IS-ST: when he is struck, run over by a a Silver-white furred, red armor wearing crinos from.  Strength of the Ancestors plows into him, grabbing the athro and using his massive strength to bulldoze Victor out to the edge of the camp.  Micky’ voice floats up the Moonbridge. "Ooooh you f-cking DICKHEAD SON OF A COKE HEADED BITCH!!!!" She shouts at Victor, before starting to bolt for the camp
(3:58:51 PM) IS-ST: "KICK HIS ASS STRENGTH!"
(3:58:51 PM) IS-ST: While the garou run from one bridge to the other, and the Kin face their own battle, the two Silver Fangs face off against each other, Victors shifting up into his Crinois form.  “There you are you fucking mule.  I was wondering if you would be brave enough stand before me.”  Strength just stands there, his hands dropping to his massive blade.  “Stand aside, Mule, and you get to live
(3:58:52 PM) IS-ST: .  You can come serve my sept.  Stay here and I will kill you, spreading your name with the rest of these wyrm addled fools. You just be remembered at Kinslayer-ikthya.”
(3:58:52 PM) IS-ST: Strength remains focused and calm, saying nothing to answer the taunts of Victor, except this.  “My alpha placed me here, Lord Buzzard has made me strong.  Come and let us end this.”  He draws his blade, the one he has shunned for almost two months and it springs to life with a silver flame.  Victor laughs and drawn his klaive and nods. His action drawing attention to a fang dagger on
(3:58:53 PM) IS-ST: his hip, drawing a growl from the Metis.
(3:58:53 PM) IS-ST: “Oh, this?  Yes, I took it as a spoil of war,” Victor taunts the other Ahroun.  “Some kin had it.  I left her, broken and bleeding.  I don’t think she’ll need it anymore.”  The Metis trembles, his rage battling to be free, but the warrior knows that is death for him.  He shifts his stance, taking a very distinct stand and Victor’s eyes go wide.  “Who taught you Klaivascar,
(3:58:54 PM) IS-ST: you stupid mule?”
(3:58:54 PM) IS-ST: “Lord Buzzard,” is his simple answer.  The Athro growls, a dark cloud pouring out of the Klaive and into the Ahroun.  When he speaks again, Victor’s voice is noticeably different.   “You lie, you foul little abomination.  The Lord would never!”  The Klaive starts to burn.  “Let us put an end to this farce.  I’ll kill you, then we’ll smash the wallow, and return to put the
(3:58:55 PM) IS-ST: rest of these stupid kin to the blade!”
(3:58:55 PM) IS-ST: “All you have to do, is kill me.”  Strength growls.  “You cannot do that.  My mate is dead by your hand.  You will not leave this place.”
(3:58:56 PM) IS-ST: The warriors nod to each other and suddenly the battle is joined.  Victor moves to end it quickly, clearly a master at his form, the silver blade licking out to seek the Metis’ heart.  It’s only by the minute flicker of his ears that someone might see the sudden fear in him.
(3:58:56 PM) IS-ST: Strength’s blade moves in counter, an oh so subtle shift just before the klaive strikes him, skittering along his armor flashing against a silver light and not biting deep enough to kill.  Blood flows freely, even as the nodachi slides down its blade, striking the pommel and holding for just a moment before it slices through the weaker metal.  The Klaive is powerful and well made, but
(3:58:57 PM) IS-ST: the steel of Strength’s blade has created in the same manner, and in the end, steel is stronger than silver.  Victor howls as his fingers sheer away with the pommel, the blade spins into the air.  “DIE!” the metis howls out, but instead of striking the other Silver Fang his strikes the twirling blade, cleaving it in two.
(3:58:57 PM) IS-ST: Victor screams as the black cloud is sucked out of him, the shrouded figure glaring at the Metis.  “I was the Dragon Slayer!  The mightest of the Kings!”  More darkness surrounds it, and other skeletal figures grab at him, dragging the spirit away to its doom.  At Strength’s feet, Victor sobs in relief.  “Forgive me, warrior.  I have done so much evil, allowed my dreams of power to
(3:58:58 PM) IS-ST: cloud my mind.”  He holds up his ruined hand.  “I’ll never carry a blade again, and my shame is complete.  Give me some honor.”
(3:58:58 PM) IS-ST: The Metis nods, and steps to the side, flicking one of the broken shards of silver at him.  “I will be your second.”  He takes up his stance, and Victor nods, laughing at the irony of this stupid moment.  “I name you Athro before the nation, Strength of the Ancestors-yuf.  Be what I could not.”  With the, he plunges the silver shard into his eye.  A whistling strike from the still
(3:58:59 PM) IS-ST: intact sword and it’s over, Silver Fang blood on the ground.  The Metis reaches down and takes back the fang dagger he gave his mate.  The first gift he gave to her.  Slipping it on his belt, he stands up.  Behind the the roar of fire can be heard followed by the screams of the dying.  Naze’s voice cuts through the confusion.  "Strength of the Ancestors! No is not the time for contemplation
(3:58:59 PM) IS-ST: We are still beset! Walking Sun needs a warrior of your caliber! Aid them! We will hold here!"

(3:59:48 PM) IS-ST: At the Wallow
(3:59:48 PM) IS-ST: As the Garou step onto the second moonbridge, they discover it is, in fact, a moon spear.  The light lances out and almost immediately dumps them at a camp that none of them have ever seen before.  There is a large watering hole, and some ramshackle huts built around it.  It feels almost like a caern, especially with the animals living here.
(3:59:48 PM) IS-ST: All that is in the distance however and the spear leads them right into the heart of battle.  There are a line of crinos garou, attacking the smaller group of mixed dinosaur and dragon forms, all about the same size as a crinos garou.  On the ground, ripped and gutted are four people, obviously locals.  A man, a woman and two crocodiles bleeding out in the dirt.
(3:59:48 PM) IS-ST: Behind this battle line, in his much more massive Dragon form, towers Fang.  He is wearing a silver-white suit of armor, chainmail and plate that drapes him in a king’s ransom while he holds a Great Sword of Silver and Gold, over 30 feet long.  He lets out an earth shattering roar swinging the blade down to slice one of the garou in two.  “EGGSMASHERS!  SUN BLASTED EGGSMASHERS!”
(4:00:53 PM) IS-ST: (I know that's a lot to read...please take a moment and then post that you've read it, and we'll be ready for ic)
(4:03:01 PM) Virgil_Kane: (OOC: Read and ready to go)
(4:04:13 PM) Conviction: (OOC: Read it, lets burn these kids)
(4:05:01 PM) Viktor: (Ready with some lube)
(4:05:07 PM) Kifel-C: ((We can activate our gifts yes?
(4:05:16 PM) Draka: <read it, ready to go>
(4:05:18 PM) Athena: (ready)
(4:06:02 PM) ***Ziggy shifts to Crinos.
(4:06:18 PM) Dealgan: (Ready! Make that paragraph into a forum post if you haven't already!
(4:06:44 PM) ***Viktor shifts to Crinos and draws his axes Activating Pain Resist)
(4:06:47 PM) Jamesbeckett left the room (quit: Ping timeout: 246 seconds).
(4:07:45 PM) Kifel-C: ((Also ready
(4:07:58 PM) IS-ST: (If you want to activate any gifts beofre combat, now is the time to roll
(4:08:16 PM) Sage: (Oh dear lord. Long post. Need to read.)
(4:08:28 PM) Viktor is now known as Viktor-C
(4:09:12 PM) Dealgan: Dealgan would shift to Chrinos, spear in hand and at the ready.
(4:09:46 PM) Josef: (One sec reading)
(4:10:06 PM) ***Draka is in crinos, since the call to battle, activating Rests Pain and Spur Claws as they arrive at the wallow, sword still belted at his side though unarmed is the call for the day
(4:14:45 PM) ***[16]Neon-Riot_C_SF2 shifts to Crinos, his dark fur becoming steel, as he howls out to his allies G> "Come, Iron Secrets! Let's show these evil son of a bitches how we do things downtown!"
(4:15:02 PM) IS-ST: (that's a good call, when you're ready roll init)
(4:15:50 PM) [27]Kifel-C: Soon as the blade of lancing silver came down thrusting them into combat Kifel assumes his metal form shimmering metal plates replacing his fur, howling for blood, eyes burning with passionate fire, tearing into the fray without a moment's hesitation. <G>"PROTECT OUR ALLIES! KILL THESE TRAITORS! FOR THE AHADI, FOR OUR HOMES, FOR GAIA! IRON SECRETS,
(4:15:51 PM) [27]Kifel-C:  NO MERCY!"

(4:17:38 PM) ***[16]Virgil_Kane[Crinos|LunaArm is a black furred monster, clad in scars and intense, icy Rage. He screams his fury the the heavens, black pelt shimmering with silver moonlight that seems to emit from the Garou himself, his heavy, now giant pistol in one hand and his huge black sabre in the other.

(4:19:33 PM) ***[16]Neon-Riot_C_SF2 's cybereyes, which seem perfect for his steel furred form now, change, the multi-colored pupils contracting, then expanding as small targetting crosshairs.
(4:19:48 PM) Viktor-C is now known as [14]Viktor-C|2R
(4:20:04 PM) [13]Conviction-SoT: Khapri was dark as the night, the form of Anubis blotting out the stars at his back as the burning coal he held, nestled in his basket crackled. He yelled out in a flurry of words impossible to the garou tongue, the words of spirits, outraged and furious.
(4:20:20 PM) ***[16]Neon-Riot_C_SF2 pulls a crinos-sized pistol out of the seeming air.
(4:20:36 PM) [16]Neon-Riot_C_SF2 is now known as [16]Neon-Riot_C_SF2_1R
(4:21:08 PM) JamesBeckett left the room (quit: Ping timeout: 246 seconds).
(4:25:01 PM) [14]Dealgan-C: Dealgan would stare with a cold determination toward their would be battlefield, hands grasping the haft of his spear tightly while his body was held in a ready combat stance. A low growl escaping his closed lips, his rage kept inside while also at the ready to last out at the first foe to get within his weapon's reach.
(4:30:23 PM) JamesBeckett [Minatao@2600:380:582d:wnx:vunr:gxq:tiyr:vrlr] entered the room.
(4:32:25 PM) IS-ST: As Iron Secrets arrives on the ground, the line of garou before them, shifts.  About half of them, turning to accept their incoming charge.  One of them , the large Get that has been in the camp charges forward into the Mokole, laying about him with his paired axes.  He burries one of the into the head of one of the Mokole, a woman's body falling back from him, as he breaks through their
(4:32:25 PM) IS-ST: line.
(4:33:04 PM) ***[14]Viktor-C|2R takes a moment to survey the field in his usual cold demeanor, his coat a proud mix of whites, greys and darker greys and even a few brownish highlights, denoting his definative hertiage of not just a Fenrir, but possibly a son of Fenrir himself. As he takes it all in his pupils dialate before finally going completely wild.
(4:33:31 PM) [14]Viktor-C|2R: HE'S MINE!
(4:33:56 PM) ***[7]Sage_C_R1 Shifted herself to Crinos, nails and maw growing and snapping into a snarl.