Nigel looks out over the Umbral plain towards the hazy outline of the office buildings, and powers up his high-powered metal detector. "All right. I wasn't witness to the fight, but Ouro and the other Walkers say they fought Robo-Banes who were buried under the soil, lying in wait. I'm hoping they got them all, or that this puppy" he pats his machine lovingly, "can find them so we can avoid them. But anyone with a keen nose should come on point with me, and sing out."
Merria directs a sideways grin to Arlen and hunches her shoulders. "Nose f'r wyrm?" she asks? "Or just, like, in general?"
Long distance to the room: Chaos tells you all now, them who has Sense Wyrm: It reeks here. SW isn't going to tell you much of anything except that it smells mighty rank.
Lightseeker pages: Does HS?
Long distance to Arlen: On HS, you smell decay, rotting flesh, and the joys of gangrene.
Nigel bites his lower lip. "Generally. Metal, fuel, rotting flesh scents--your standard Blight on the Landscape cologne."
Arlen shifts slightly. "In general, I'd think. There's a lot of rotting nonsense here, though."
Jayson steps up his pace a bit to move alongside his tribesmate. "I already gave a sniff, and trying to sniff out wyrm here is kind of like trying to sniff out a daisey in a perfume factory. Let's just keep our antenna up." He pulls his coat a little tighter around himself.
Nigel shifts into Glabro form.
Nigel grows slightly more durable and begins walking carefully towards the HQ, watching the readout carefully.
Merria follows Nigel's example and pads forward, her perpetual grin even broader in glabro form than it manages in homid. Oddly, though, she seems just a little less bubbly than usual. It might be because she's paying close attention.
Arlen ranges out somewhat to one side, bow still on her back, step by wary step.
Shadow Eyes stays in lupus, for the speed and senses. He uses the gift that Dog gives his pack to boost his senses to the supernatural level. He sniffs, carefully, and keeps a ready ear out for anything untoward.
Jayson shifts up also, keeping an weary eye on everything but the detection machine. "We really need to make a few more Ahroun friends", he mentions to Nigel, "Us spirit guys are supposed to be second wave folk."
Jayson shifts into Glabro form.
As the group advances, the ground is in part soft and suspiciously spongy. Areas, however, are parched and dead enough to feel like concrete. It doesn't take long for the metal detector's readout to indicate that there is something metallic under its feelers. After a second, however, the reading vanishes.
Nigel grunts softly. "Trouble...something's mobile underground."
"~This is one of those zip in, zip out, don't stop until we're in the next county deals,~ the ragabash whispers. ~Right?~
Arlen rapidly strings her bow and knocks an arrow, still advancing slowly.
Shadow Eyes flicks ears towards the ground, standing utterly still. He shifts his head a bit, trying to pinpoint it like his wild cousins might try to sense a burrowing bit of dinner.
Nigel nods to Merria. "No waiting for autographs, yah." He cocks his head to look at the nearest Gremlin. *Can you sense devices under us?*
You paged Arlen and Shadow Eyes with 'The two of you can hear very, very faint scratching sounds underground. Moving ahead of the main group and a little to the right.'.
*Ahhhhhhhhhh* the gremlin squalls, half to itself. *Yeeeaaaasss, we can sense them, yeeeaaasss. The better to brrrreak them!*
Shadow Eyes chuffs. Something under there, alright. Moving ahead and to the right. Sounds like frying bacon. He lets his tongue loll at the injoke. His tail is down, though, denoting his serious mein.
Arlen's bow starts tracking something. "Little ahead, to the right," she practically whispers.
Nigel begins moving left. "Maybe we'll get lucky, and it'll have a set range?" To the Gremlin he says *Can you tell if there's a limit to where the things under us can move?*
Jayson keeps pace with Nigel. "Any idea if these things alerted the complex to intruders?"
The slits that denote approximately where the Gremlin's eyes might be if it were physical narrow. *They move. They are not attached to a track we can follow, noooooo. Tunnels we can not see. Nooooo.*
Shadow Eyes sniffs. *Can you cause the tunnels to collapse?*
The reading spikes briefly on the metal detector and flickers out again.
Shadow Eyes curls his lip, but doesn't growl, and stays very still.
*Much ground,* it replies mournfully. *We can make a small area collapse if we try.*
Nigel shakes head. "Last time everything was clear after the two Robos were gacked. I wonder..." he eyes the buildings, trying to calculate.
Nigel pages: How far are we from the complex, would you think? Running flat out, how fast could we get there?
You paged Nigel with 'Running flat out? Urrrrrr. Two minutes to the building?'.
Arlen halts her own movement, evidently trying to listen harder, arrow pointed to where she last heard and/or felt movement.
Nosy's eyes widen at this incomprehensible exchange with the gremlin. Then she fuzzes and blurs around the edges, and anyone not watching when she does it may have a hard time spotting her again when they look back. The shimmering absence of a gnawer falls into step beside her tribesmate.
Jayson says "It may be worth it to go feral and try to outdistance them. Maybe once inside the complex, they'll go back to guarding."
You paged Arlen and Shadow Eyes with 'Definitely a second one, that second reading spike. Moving to flank the group, you think.'.
Nigel slowly nods, but looks to both Arlen and Elan first. "Two, three minutes run, I estimate. It's a risk, but I like Jayson's idea."
Arlen says, tersely, "Flanking us. "
Shadow Eyes agrees with Lightseeker. A burst of speed now, then.
Nigel shifts into Hispo form.
Nosy shifts into Hispo form.
Nigel quickly drops onto all fours and dips his head to the gremlins. *Mount, quickly, and grip my fur tightly. We're going express.*
Jayson starts running in Glabro, waiting until the rest of the group has taken a speedier form, then shifts to hispo form. He purposely keeps to the back of the pack, keeping an eye on the other members of the group.
The Gremlins clamber on, a bit raucously, and somethings small and brown and black scurry into Nigel's fur.
Nigel bolts forward as soon as the last spirit is on, nose pointing at the cinderblock building like an arrow.
Shadow Eyes is in his speediest form, the dogsbody, and suddenly shifts into overdrive as they move out. He tries to do this with one long leap at first, to hopefully confuse the creatures below. He doesn't run straight, but does broken-field running, with little leaps to and fro to confuse and bewilder anything listening for the fall of Gnawer feet.
Nosy flings herself after Shadow Eyes, and cannot contain a little yip of entertainment at the eratic course he sets.
Shadow Eyes pants hard as he does this, not being as fast as he once was.
As Nigel takes off, one of the Gremlins lets out a little whoop and the other chimes in with "Hiyo, Wolfie!" Behind, however, the landscape is grim. Two trapdoors open in the ground well to the left and right of the group, and a monster leaps out of each. Metallic spider legs sprawl madly, scrabbling the ground as the body lands. Rotten human arms flop from the sides of the body of wires and gears, and a blackened human head, gender and features unrecognizable with the progress of decay, gapes atop the contraption, cackling and burbling. The monsters do not approach at attack speed, but slide into positions that may suggest... herding?
Shadow Eyes's ears fly straight up as he sees this horror, and excess baggage falls behind him, lightening his load.
Jayson pages: Herding us towards what? The building or some other location?
You paged Jayson with 'The building.'.
The group reaches the outer walls of the building without interference, though the horrid pair close into a formation where they could easily catch anyone trying to break from the run.
Nigel wheezes through an unfamiliar snout; it's been a while since he ran in this form. *Here's..target, brethren. Get ready.*
The target building is a looming edifice of grey stone that leans outward, as if the walls might topple upon any intruders at any second. The walls are riddled with old cobwebs and the shapes of dead vines are burned onto them, like the shapes of Nagasaki victims. There is a pair of glass doors, glimmering with shapes half-seen on the other side of them. There seems no other easy entrance.
Lightseeker scrabbles along somewhere in the rear, ears swivelling unhappily at the herding banelets.
Shadow Eyes is ready to grow into the huge Hispo form as soon as more stable ground is reached.
The Gremlins cackle. *We is ready.*
Nigel slows as he nears the doors to see what the Banes do. *What's on the other side? More things like the ones behind us?*
One spirit perches on Nigel's head, holding onto his ears. *Nooooo. Just pickatoors.*
Nosy slips in behind Elan, her natural loquacious strain dampened by near-invisibility in a body-language-heavy form.
Nigel pages: Are the Banes closing? Or just waiting?
You paged Nigel with 'Hanging back. Clearly waiting.'.
Nigel slows even more. *And under us? Over?*
Jayson pages: How heavy duty do the doors appear to be?
You paged Jayson with 'Glass. Thick glass, not easily shatterable, but glass.'.
*Up there?* The Lone Gremlin peers upward from its rough-rider position on Nigel's head. *Whatchoo think?* Tonto narrows its eyeslits and lies back on Nigel's shoulder blades. *Nuttin' up there, noooooo. Downstairs, yeeeaaaaaassss, but not riiiight underneath, nooooo.*
Shadow Eyes growls and shifts up to Hispo, expecting an attack from underneath. He tries to get up on some stone or metal.
Jayson keeps running until he is right outside ofr the doors, then stops moving completely. He shifts back to Glabro form, and places a hand on the door, preparing to open it. "Devil we know, or the devil we don't?"
Jayson shifts into Glabro form.
The metal plate that Shadow Eyes gets up on collapses under him, dumping him into a rank, stinking pit. Something metallic lunges from the dark tunnel at him, chittering excitedly.
Nigel snarls. ~End of the ride! Merria, stay up here so that we have someone to help us back up!~ Still toting his riders, he jumps down into the pit at the chittering monstrosity.
Nigel pages: And I'm *really* hoping the gremlins and electro-spirit can help here.
Nosy smothers a yelp, and lurches up to a form with hands, flinging herself to the edge of the pit and reaching out to drag her tribesmate up. ~Don't--~ she says, almost certainly too late.
Lightseeker says, cheerfully, ~Well, fuck that,~ and shifts, quick as a blink, into glabro, bow at the ready. Knocking and firing an arrow into the pit, she seems unreasonably certain that it won't hit Elan.
The pit is about fifteen feet square and a little more than that deep. Tall, broad tunnels yawn on either side, one toward the building and one toward the plain.
Jayson curses loudly, leaving the door forgotten for now and darting towards the hole that opened up under ShadowEyes. When he arrives, he jumps down after his tribesmate and the Gnawer.
~Three theurges in a hole,~ Merria says dubiously to Lightseeker. ~Is this a clever plan?~
Shadow Eyes yoooowls as he falls, and shifts into the war form as he does so. He moves to one side to avoid falling Garou. He slashes if anything gets too close, but seems more intent on going right back up the side of the pit. ~Don't let the two top-side come down on top of us...~
Lightseeker grunts. ~I can't tie a tail on it and call it a weasel, so it is most definitely not a clever plan.~ Her one arrow appears to have been her one contribution to the pit fund, as she's keeping a wary eye on the herders topside.
The spider thing lands with a wet splatting of rotten flesh on Shadow Eyes' back. It drives its sharp little legs into his flanks and rips, tearing bloody chunks out of him.
You paged Shadow Eyes with '3 agg.'.
Shadow Eyes snarls as he's attacked and reaches behind with one arm, seeking to tear the little monster off his back.
Nosy calls, ~Anyone who wants out could grab my hands...~ It's impossible to tell if the prone crinos is really as cheerful as she sounds. It seems a tad unlikely.
Nigel leaps at the spider thing the second his paws hit the dirt, passengers forgotten as he lunges for the thing's head.
At close range, these creatures don't look so tiny anymore. In fact, they're pretty large. Fortunately, Lightseeker's arrow thunks solidly into the body of the monster, eliciting a squeal and a gout of oil. The two herders begin to close with a frightening rapidity, since there are only two Garou aboveground now.
Arlen knocks another arrow and fires it with a flash of speed, straight at the nearest herder. ~Not tonight, dear, I have a headache,~ she mutters as she shifts into Crinos.
When Jayson lands in the pit, he immediately shifts up to warform. He lets the two other worry about the initial spider-thingy, keeping his gaze on the connecting tunnel and looking for the arrival of others.
Shadow Eyes growls. ~Someone help me get this thing off...~ He also turns so that anyone else who CAN, can also strike at the thing.
Elan manages to buck and toss his attacker off and it lands, splayed, on the hard, dead dirt, a pretty target for Nigel. Nigel's snatch rips the soft, squishy human head clean off, resulting in quite a nasty taste in his mouth, a quantity of black ichor, and no damage to the actual creature. Jayson's vigil is rewarded by the approach of another monster from the basement area of building. Arlen's fast arrow not only thunks into but tears clear through her target, leaving a gaping, sparking hole. That herder's legs don't function so well any more, but it continues to drag itself closer to the Garou.
Jayson shifts into Crinos form.
From afar, Lightseeker is generally watching Merria's back, so will warn her at the last minute - tell ME when it's the last minute, yes?
You paged Lightseeker with 'Um, that would be about now.'.
Nosy yells, ~You goofballs. You're gonna get flanked. C'mon out already. It can't be /that/ nice in there.~
Weaver's-Smile lets out a war cry, as much as to draw up his rage as to let the others know more are on thier way. He doesn't rush the new creature, rather flexes his claws as he waits for it to come to him.
Lightseeker, backing up, grunts, ~Ware your back, Nosy,~ and then dives a the non-injured mechano-marauder, going with claws and teeth for extremities and obvious weaknesses.
Weaver's-Smile pages: I'm not just setting back, I'm preparing my attack as best as possible when it nears. Claws.
Shadow Eyes nods at Nosy's comment. Seeing the creature down here is almost down for the count, he makes a leap and scamble for the surface, since he knows there are two more up there.
Nigel looks around for the spirits. *Sparky, go help upstairs. Basher-crashers, you mentioned you could bring down a tunnel?* ~Elan, go. We'll cover you.~ He takes a position between the Gnawer and the spider and prepares to chew metal.
The electrical elemental sizzles up from its hiding place and zings up out of the pit. The gremlins, with wicked cackles, dive for the tunnel that is not occupied by a Garou, the plain-side one.
The creature coming from the building-side is larger and broader than its compatriots and hisses, diving for Jayson and launching what looks like it might be webbing the thickness of a steel cable. This settles stickily over Jayson's left arm, twisting tight.
Nigel's next attempt at biting is much more successful, and he is, indeed, chewing metal. Wires tear out and ichorous oil spurts across the Walker's face and fur. The monster shudders and screeches.
Arlen's bite shreds outer metal and gangrenous goo, but seems to do little to her chosen opponent. The second herder, the one with the gaping hole, totters toward Merria's prone form and sinks two nasty-looking hooked legs into her back and left thigh.
Nosy has time either to turn and act on Arlen's warning, or to help her tribesmate out of the pit, but not both, and she chooses the latter. ~Yow!~ As soon as Shadow Eyes has reached the lip of the pit she lets go and rolls over, swinging her right leg around in an attempt to smack the monster that landed on top of her. ~Don't /do/ that!~
You paged Nosy with '3 agg.'.
Nigel, long-time tool-user, tosses his head and shifts upwards suddenly, hoping to send the off-balance critter careening into the other spider and the webbing, sharp metal edges and all.
Lightseeker tells her current opponent, ~That's not very reasonable of you,~ and launches into it again, clawing in a blur at the openings she's caused, gritting her teeth slightly at the smaller Gnawer's exclamation.
Nigel shifts into Crinos form.
Shadow Eyes clambers out of the pit and attacks the one on Merria, doubling teaming it in hopes of dispatching the thing quickly. The elemental definately gets his attention, though. He keeps a weather eye on THAT thing, regardless.
Weaver's-Smile growls darkly as his left arm is ensnarled in the webbing, twisting his torso to bring the claws on his free arm across the chest of the robo- spider-thingy.
Nigel's spider slings through the air, colliding heavily with Jayson's attacker. The flying metal bits manages to sever the web, though not as either of the Walkers might have hoped. On contact, Nigel's spider explodes in a sizeable fireball.
The gremlins, with the added help of the explosion, nicely cave in the other tunnel. Ground on the surface that is *not* under any Garou feet, slithers down to fill the space.
Merria's eyebrows and hair are singed unmercifully by the fireball, but she rips herself loose bloodily. Elan's claws skitter off the sparking metal of his opponent.
Arlen's teeth snap for purchase, and manage to ding the metal of her herder slightly. In retaliation, it grabs for her, digging a length of metal into her neck. The electrical elemental, however, discharges accurately, leaving a scent of ozone and a smoking, melted bit that was the herder's back end.
You paged Nigel with '5 agg'.
You paged Weaver's-Smile with '7 agg'.
You paged Lightseeker with '1 agg'.
Shadow Eyes pages to the room: The Elemental. Is it OURS?
Nigel pages to the room: One of the Summonettes, yah.
From afar, to the room, Shadow Eyes , having summoned a Lightning spirit once, is eternally grateful :)
Nosy scrambles to her feet. ~Wow,~ she says unsteadily. ~Who blew what up?~
You paged Weaver's-Smile with 'I assume you would like to attempt a Rage roll to stay active, understanding that you will take a Battle-Scar for it?'.
From afar, Nigel, smoldering, eeps. Any nasties still moving? How're the spirits?
From afar, Weaver's-Smile nods, waving his meager rage of three in front of him like a generic-brand Band-aid.
You paged Weaver's-Smile with 'Yes! You succeed and your generic band-aid turns into a Mickey-Mouse bandaid. You continue to be functional.'.
Weaver's-Smile pages: Will you pick a battle scare for me? :)
You paged Weaver's-Smile with 'Your right eye has been... burst. You'll look dashing in an eyepatch? :}'.
Lightseeker snarls, ~No, fuck /you/,~ and slashes with those ever-handy claws, first aiming for the arm that's grabbing at her, and also manevering as best she can to get at its wounded backside.
Shadow Eyes tries to find purchase on the metalic thing with his claws, seeking for something to lever up and rip off. Failing that, he'll just try to heave and toss the thing to towards the electricity elemental.
You paged Weaver's-Smile and Nigel with 'You can both see that Jayson's critter is still functional, though somewhat wobbly. Of Nigel's, there ain't nothin' left except a few flying gobbets of goo.'.
Nigel howls out. ~'Ware! The spiders explode!~
~Shot-put,~ Nosy agrees dizzily, seeing Shadow-Eyes's maneuver, and then looks badly alarmed at Nigel's warning. ~That's /bad/! Arlen, don't hit it no more!~ She lunges for the herder on Lightseeker, in an attempt to pull it away from the Fury.
Nigel feints at the spider, then moves in a blur to Weaver's-Smile, grabs him, and attempts a prodigious leap. *Out! Out! Now!*
Nigel pages: Lucky thing. :) Burning Rage for the Jayson-grab, and using my magic shoes for a really good leap?
Weaver's-Smile stumbles back as the explosion from the spider-thing catches him fully within it's fury. Flames race over his upper torso and face, knocking him solidly to the ground. He lies prone for a few moments, then struggles to his feet again, rage preventing him from losing conciousness. He looks around, shaken, the fire having removed most of the fur from his body, as well as his right eye. A snarl escapes his muzzle as he considers another attack, but his tribesmates words make his dicision for him, attempting to make his way out of the pit.
Nigel's leap is truly prodigious and brings him scrabbling one-handedly at the edge of the pit.
Shadow-Eyes manages to get a grip on a leg and part of the hole -- shocking himself slightly at the same time -- and flings the creature out onto the plain a few yards, toward the electrical elemental. The elemental, for its part, sends a line of electricity into the creature.
Arlen tears a small chunk of metal out of the herder's side. Merria manages to wrestle the monster away from her and tosses it, not without effort, away from the group.
The spider thing that Elan flung explodes, however, from the ministration of the elemental.
You paged Lightseeker with '6 agg. Rage roll to stay up?'.
Lightseeker pages: Woo ha. Yes, please, boss.
You paged Lightseeker with 'You stay up, and have a happy battlescar, yes?'.
Lightseeker pages: Oui. Guess we can figure out what sort later.
You paged Shadow Eyes with '3 agg.'.
You paged Nosy with '3 agg'.
A still-smoldering Nigel groans with effort, exerting all his strength to lift Weaver's-Smile out of the hole.
Nigel pages: Lift, toss...he's the best hacker we've got! Another Willpower point spent to get Mr. Dangly to safety.
Shadow Eyes growls, as he shakes from the thing's shock. ~I'm not doing so good here...~ He looks around, quickly, for any other banes.
Nosy falls over and stays over. ~We run away, now?~ she suggests, though she is not in any position to run anywhere, just at the moment.
Shadow Eyes pages to the room: Any other banes, out there?
You paged the room with 'You're not seeing anything... at the moment.'.
Nigel pages to the room: From the urgent nature of Nigel's efforts, though, you might notice he's worried about something.
Shadow Eyes gives a quiet look around. ~Who's worse off. I have the healing gift, if we have time.~ He looks to Nigel and Weaver's Smile, and to Nosey. ~What's up?~ he says to Nigel.
Lightseeker bares her teeth at nothing in particular, but doesn't answer Elan, instead focusing in Nigel intently.
Weaver's-Smile does what he can to aid Nigel in pulling himself out of the pit.
Everyone ends up on the level landscape. An ominous scrabbling sound comes from the pit.
Nigel looks over his shoulder as he continues trying to put distance between the hole and sensitive Walker-flesh. ~One was...still moving.~
Lightseeker immediately shifts into glabro, at the sound, and knocks an arrow. ~C'mon,~ she growls, holding the arrow until she sees the whites of its eyes, so to speak.
~Oh, don't mind me,~ Nosy tells Elan airily. ~Check on the folks who fall over when they stop snarlin'...Or maybe we could all run away and check /later/.~
Nigel pages: Any sign of the spirits, live or otherwise?
You paged Nigel with 'The electrical elemental is fizzly, but still there. The gremlins are much diminished... well, really, there's only one pretty much left. You still have the bugs on your back.'.
Nigel pages: The bugs live! Yay! Is it a clear shot from here to the next building, from the looks?
You paged Nigel with 'Sure, it *looks* clear. :)'.
Nigel makes his way to the nearest piece of spider-shrapnel and begins tossing the heaviest bits he can find into the hole.
Nigel pages to the room: Get to the ship and nuke it from orbit...it's the only way to be sure.
Shadow Eyes looks at the others. "I think Nosey has a DAMn good idea..." He bends to heal Weaver's smile as quickly as he dares.
Lightseeker, still holding the arrow on he pit, snarls, ~Amen.~
From afar, Shadow Eyes has a max of about 2. No medicine.
You paged Weaver's-Smile and Shadow Eyes with 'Elan heals Weaver's-Smile 1 level. You won't fall over when you stop snarlin'. :)'.
Nigel bobs his head at Elan and mutters something softly, almost to himself.
Nosy begins trying to figure out how to stand up again. It doesn't seem to come entirely naturally, but she manages it.
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Listeners present:
Name Sex Form Doing
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Nosy F Crinos 6 agg
Lightseeker F Crinos 7 agg
Weaver's-Smile M Crinos Poorly. 7 agg. :)
Nigel M Crinos 5 Agg
Shadow Eyes M Crinos 5 agg
Shadow Eyes looks over to Lightseeker. ~You next, rhya.~
Nigel pages: To Bug #1 I ask, *How close do you need to be to slip into the cameras?*
You paged Nigel with 'The bug regards you gravely. *I can try to get in from here. But I guarantee nothing. Who knows what is along the way?*'.
From afar, Nigel has had an Idea. *Little brother, can you point to a spot where you want to go? A place where, if put there, it would be good?*
You paged Nigel with 'The insect spirit studies with its odd little senses. *Against the wall. I think I could find a way in there.*'.
You paged Lightseeker with: How about a collapsed lung for fun? Or do you have a preference?
Lightseeker pages: Well, Derrick's already got one of those. I don't have the book on me, but how about something that affects dex? Foot problem, hand problem, etc?
You paged Lightseeker with 'How's about an improperly set bone in your leg that can snap next time you're Incap'd?'.
Lightseeker pages: Works. Then i get to limp semi-frequently and feel stuff in my leg and be slower and less able to snap to on it. (er, so to speak.)
You paged Lightseeker with 'Okeee dokee. All yours.'.
Shadow Eyes keeps a nervous and close watch out as he gets ready to heal Lightseeker. ~Your party, Nigel. We goin' or stayin'?~
Nigel nods, satisfied, and turns to the Fury. ~Lightseeker-rhya? Do you think you could hit that webbing on the roof with an arrow?~
The damaged critter in the hole reaches its first leg over the edge shakily, despite Nigel's bombings from above...
From afar, to the room, Shadow Eyes notes that most of us are about to fall over. :)
Lightseeker, happily, has not stopped glaring at the pit, and fires her knocked arrow as quickly as possible, under the circumstances.
Nosy staggers over to the edge of the pit and kicks unsteadily at the encroaching critter's legs. ~You stop that,~ she says severely. ~You're tired. Go home. Go to sleep. Stupid monster.~
Whether it was the arrow, or the kicking, or the admonishment, the creature slithers back into the hole.
~I can certainly fire a damn arrow at the webbing. Shadow Eyes stop that,y ou can do it later.~ Arlen focuses in on the aforementioned webbing, and waits to fire until people have started leaving.
Nigel pages to the room: Oh, we're bagged and at the checkout counter; we just need our change. (Metaphors R Us).
Shadow Eyes nods to the higher-ranked Garou as he pulls back. He gathers Nosey under one arm to help her, and pulls back a bit.
Nigel holds out a hand. ~Wait, wait. You'll have a passenger.~ A little roach who somehow manages to convey a look of nervousness despite having no face crawls onto the fletching. ~One shot, then we do our best impressions of foxes.~
Lightseeker explains to Nigel, ~It's a fire arrow. Should I use a normal one, if that critter's going to be busy?~
There is the even more ominous sound of trapdoors opening in the distance.
Nigel looks dismayed. ~Oh, oh my yes.~
Lightseeker switches arrows, grunts, ~You people get out of here,~ and fires.
Lightseeker pages: That's a very boring arrow. Hmph.
The roach is sent on its adventure quite accurately. In the darkness flanking the building, shapes begin to approach at rather dismaying speeds.
Nigel doesn't need to be told twice. He's in his fastest form heading for the hills as quickly as possible.
Nigel shifts into Lupus form.
Weaver's-Smile seems to be a little more coherent, and shifts to a much speedier form. He follows the other members of the team closely, if not a little shakily.
Weaver's-Smile shifts into Lupus form.
Shadow Eyes blurs down as well, to the lupus form. He flees like the wind.
From afar, to the room, Shadow Eyes flees a bit slower than he would like, too :)
Lightseeker shifts down quickly, once everyone else is gone, and lopes after them as fast as her little legs can carry her.
Nosy's muzzle twiwsts for a moment as she convinces herself that she really is having a good time. She drops to her longest-legged form with no particular speed, and wobbles off like a damned fast breeze, if not precisely the wind.
You paged the room with 'You make good your retreat and are not hindered by anything between you and your transportation, and it is something of a relief to emerge from the Umbra.'.
You paged the room with 'Most of you have rotten-flesh gook on you somewhere, and so you smell pretty awful. GM votes that this ends our adventure for the evening.'.