It is currently 18:03 Pacific Time on Mon Nov 17 1997.
Currently on this breezy and cold fall twilight in the general St. Claire
area, it is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5.0 degrees Celsius). The wind is coming
from the west-northwest at 8.9 mph. The ground is dry. Skies are cloudy with
a definite chance of precipitation.
Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (81% full).
Erik's Desc:
The figure - presumably male - stands an inch or two over seven feet, a
muscular cybernetic giant clothed from head to foot in armor. The upper-left
quarter of the brutish, skeletal face is obscured, with a gray lens covering
that eye. The other eye, deep-socketed, is a startling shade of green, flat
and unflinching. What little skin can be seen is corpse-pallid, stretched
drum-tight over bone, but the jaw is heavy and out-thrust, a glabro jaw with
pointed, yellowish canines. Vaguely familiar, perhaps.
The stance, though, is completely alien, the movements smooth but mechanical.
The right arm has been removed below the elbow and replaced with a modular
interface with can hold a number of devices but which is probably carrying a
weapon.
The voice, when the figure does speak, is flat and expressionless, an
emotionless baritone with no lilt to it, no music. None at all.
Echen's Desc:
A gigantic, coal-black wolf-thing, the size of a large pony and strikingly
reminiscent of the legendary Dire Wolves. Massively muscled, he nevertheless
moves with agility and terrifying grace. His claws end in wickedly sharp
talons, and fangs glint whitely from between the hulking, powerful jaws. His
mane, long and unfettered, falls in soft waves amid the dark fur of his
back. He peers out at the world with sparkling emerald green eyes, a depth
behind them as if he has a far greater purpose than the mere killing at
which he must so excel. A tiny gold Celtic cross and a thin gold hoop adorn
his left ear. Areas of paler flesh, trophies from battles past, are just
visible beneath the dusky fur: a line of scarring that curves under his left
eye from the bridge of his muzzle; four diagonal lines cutting from his left
shoulder to the center of his chest.
Around his neck, on a long, black-dyed leather thong, hangs a heavy gold
claddaugh ring.
Wears-the-Woad leads them in lupus until the cover begins to thin, perhaps 200
yards outside the mouth of the cave. He pauses to shift up, bat falling into
his right hand, and silently indicates the lone figure that can barely be
seen on watch.
Eric pages to Erik, Dusty, and Ever-Grinning: There are four of you outside.
Eamon, Erik, a second flier, and an invisible one. The second flier has the
ability to detect living things and spirits within a certain range,
unaffected by things like Blur or Invisibility and such. As soon as they get
within range (which I'll page you to let you know), you'll know where all
the Garou are even if you can't see them.
Anne, following in lupus, shifts into Glabro form. The bow, Dedicated by her
in the past weekend, is silently strung. The extra inches of Glabro seem to
fit the bow; it is too large for her to use in homid.
Echen angles along as quietly as he's able in the Hispo shape, keeping pace
with Wears-the-Woad without himself taking the lead.
Eric pages to Erik, Dusty, and Ever-Grinning: Erik is the one lone figure
standing in front of the cave opening. Eamon is floating about 30-40 feet
up, as is his counterpart. Yes, we're at the complex.
Falcon's Wing creeps out of sight of the being, and makes for the hillside,
edging around till he's almost in sight of it again, waiting for a signal.
Eric pages to Erik, Dusty, and Ever-Grinning: Derrick is now in range.
Everyone knows where he is.
Wears-the-Woad flattens as he realizes something. He mutters in a low growl to
the Garou around him, ~What was Eamon was is above the cave entrance.
Flying.~
Anne flexes her fingers and rolls her shoulders. Her words are barely a
whisper. "I hope it hasn't had time to learn as well as I have. What of
what-was-Dusty and what-was-Erik? Can you tell them?"
Echen snaps a quick question. ~Do you have blunted arrows?~
Anne shakes her head slightly. "No. Should I start flying now, then?"
Wears-the-Woad concentrates momentarily. He looks somewhat surprised at the
strength of his first attempt, then furrows his brow in concentration for
the second. Amazingly, he has answers to both. ~What was Dusty is in the
cave. What was Erick is the figure we can see.~
Talks to Ghosts rumbles quietly. ~Almost seems like they're giving us what we
want.~
Falcon's Wing stays right where he is, silently.
Echen growls quietly, angrily. ~I can keep Erik down, I wager. If someone can
bring Eamon down out of the sky, it'd make things easier.~
Anne holds up the bow and her four fire arrows. "There's these, and there's me
flying. I have no idea if anything else is up there." She pauses, looking
upwards, eyes narrowing in concentration.
Eric pages: Actually, you've got a BFG and a sonic blade, because the BFG can
only be fired every other turn.
Falcon's Wing remains still, waiting. Wears-the-Woad turns his face toward
Brian for final orders, the shadows of the underbrush playing of the four
broken-stripe woad markings on his face.
Anne murmurs, after a long moment, "Okay. There's Eamon and there's another
one up there. I think I know which is him." She puts an arrow to the string.
"At least, there's one that looks like him, and one that doesn't. I can try
to bring down the other one first, then head up to fight him directly. Other
ideas?"
Ravenfeeder chuffs. ~We should probably head for Sings at the same time,
maybe.~
Talks to Ghosts says, ~One group for each one on the ground?~
Thatcher huffs her agreement. ~If they have to watch two groups at once, they
will be easier to confuse.~
Echen flicks an ear in a curt assent to this plan. ~Do not use claws or teeth
on our septmates. And if we begin to get overwhelmed, signal the rest of the
group and begin to withdraw. Clear?~
Anne sights along the arrow, but makes no move to draw. "I need," she mutters,
"to get closer."
Wears-the-Woad hefts his bat in silent understanding of Echen's words then
begins to flank Erik with the Fang.
Blackwatch and Mark all motion understanding to Echen's words, fanning out in
a solid wedge around the Fianna Righ. Above, Branwyn overlooks the fields.
Suspects wait for Echen's signal.
Ravenfeeder suddenly pulls up, and chuffs at Echen. ~Wait. There are many of
them, possibly behind where Sings is.~
Echen stops, glances back at Ravenfeeder. ~How many, about?~
Ravenfeeder concentrates. ~Many. As many, or more than we.~
Echen snarls quietly in distaste. ~Perhaps we should ensconce ourselves here,
and make as much noise as we can. Let them come to us, instead of being
lured out to fight on their terms.~
Talks to Ghosts says, ~Could we fight at the cave mouth? They couldn't fly
there.~
Echen shakes his head. ~Then we would be caught between this force and
whatever is inside the cave. No. We must leave ourselves a way out.~
Anne watches the figures in the sky, her frown - on an already unappealing
face, in Glabro - deepening the lines and the harshness of it. "They aren't
moving at _all_," she mutters. "There's only the three I can see, Brian. Or
hear, except I can't hear anything of them at all."
The collective group of Blackwatch seem to approve of Echen's plan, and await
Echen's signal, which he gives with a sharp growl. ~Now.~ They all begin to
growl and snarl at the group, standing firm, while waiting for Suspects and
Davy to do their thing.
Erik -- or the figure that _used_ to be Erik -- stands his ground in front of
the cave mouth, retaining his vigil in perfect silence.
[Thatcher]
At eight feet in height, and easily half as wide as she is tall,she reminds
herself not to slouch. The height is a bit unusual, but she doesn't seems to
care much. Her mane is undone, and wild, the shaggy edges barely kept out of
her eyes. Her body is corded with muscle and sinew, her toe-claws splayed
wide to support her massive weight, a thick tail also held at the ready
behind her, to help her keep her balance. She does walk at a slight crouch,
long, thick arms curled to half length. Her entire body is covered in coarse
charcoal grey fur, the fur of her stomach fading from charcoal grey to
near-white light grey as it nears the level of her hips, and fairly underlit
by a healthy glow. A burn, or mark of some sort, rests just above her heart,
fur seared away to the flesh beneath, in a perfect circle. Her eyes glow an
eerie green, in the right light, and are otherwise hard, and keen. She seems
to see _everything_, and hear the same, massive ears, three small golden
hoops in the left, swivelling to catch even the smallest sound. Her voice,
when she speaks, rumbles from out of a broad chest, and a thick throat, a
sound alien to the 'Shea' of before.
Eric pages to Erik, Dusty, and Ever-Grinning: Eamon is shown a vision of his
own dark future. It can't be any worse than his current condition, however.
Ever-Grinning pages to Erik, Dusty, and Eric: I didn't think it'd have an
effect on me. :)
Ever-Grinning floats high above the others, motionless and eerily calm. He
cocks his head, as if something caught his attention momentarily, but has no
reaction otherwise.
Wears-the-Woad waits for what-was-Erik to move toward Blackwatch, with
Falcon's Wing. The two ragabash tense in the bushes as the waiting goes on.
Erik swivels without warning, bringing his weapon to aim at Branwyn. The whole
area flares into an intensely bright light as he fires.
Talks to Ghosts blinks at the light. ~I think they noticed us.~
Anne nearly drops the arrow as one hand comes up to shield her eyes; she
stifles any sound, but the light is almost like a physical blow given the
way she flinches.
The glare of the laser-gun dohickey sends Echen scrambling backwards, blinded.
A white-hot beam of energy erupts from the barrel of the gun carried by the
Metis. Branwyn dives, attempting to get out of the way, but the spirit
doesn't react quickly enough. She drops quickly, hidden among the trees, but
the smell of something burning is obvious to the Garou nearby.
Erik lowers the weapon and returns to his previous stance, his motions
smoothly efficient.
Eric pages: OK, your weapon's going to be recharing this next turn (as Davy
and Derrick charge), so you'll have to rely on the sonic blade (but it'll
take them a moment to reach you anyway).
Falcon's Wing winces backwards briefly, and then whirls out of cover, Blurred,
for all the help that will be, loping to try and hit Erik low, as Wears the
Woad comes from the other direction, readying the bat to swing, tensing from
remembered encounters with that gun. Anne swears gently, 'Fucking light,
fucking Gift', and, in a moment, moves quicly forward to get a better aim at
the flying entities.
Something mounted on Ever-Grinning's shoulder swivels towards Derrick. A beam
of red light, thin as a hair and perfectly straight, stabs out at him,
followed by another identical beam.
As the two Ragabash charge, the Erik-figure draws what is most likely another
weapon and brings it up into a position of readiness; not a flicker of
expression passes across the skeletal, brustish face.
While Echen whirls back, blinded, the rest of Blackwatch and Mark form up in
front him, the former renewing their venomous snarling at Erik as they
approach somewhat closer to them, but not far enough to leave Echen
completely out of range.
Anne moves a little closer, and then fires at the hovering not-Eamon. Both
Falcon's Wing and Wears the Woad dodge in their approach towards Erik,
continuing the flight towards him as best as possible, Derrick repressing a
yelp as he does so.
Anne, after firing, then moves so she's not in exactly the same spot.
The second floater rotates and fires a weapon similar to Eamon's, this time
aiming for the Fostern. Despite the protective Gifts used by the two
Ragabash, the two floaters seem to have no trouble locating and shooting at
them. The pair twist and weave, attempting to get out of the way of the
blasts; both are moderatly successful and avoid the first shots, but the
second shots each find their mark. As they fire, the Fury lets fly her first
arrow. It traces an arc across the sky and impacts on its target, the second
floater. The arrow flares on impact, bathing the humanoid in fire.
Echen blinks his watering eyes repeatedly, snarling in anger and pain at his
predicament. He then turns, bursts through the wall of bodies that his
tribemates have created in front of him, and charges headlong towards his
best recollection of where the bad guys were standing.
Falcon's Wing, given as Blur is doing him no good whatsoever, drops it, and
closes, snarling, going for Erik's legs. Davy, too, closes, swinging his bat
for Erik's head. Anne, again, fires at the figure that isn't Eamon, and
moves in a completely different direction than before.
Erik swivels toward Falcon's Wing, and again the gun mounted onto the
remainder of his right arm comes into play. He fires again, and once more a
full-moon flare of light bursts free onto the surrounding area.
At Echen's charge, the rest of the Fianna round him, after a bare pause, surge
after him to engage Erik head on.
Echen pages all: I should note for the record that the direction I'm charging
in has nothing to do with where Erik may be standing, being as how I'm quite
blind right now.
Ever-Grinning's laser turns towards Wears-the-Woad now, and two more beams of
light fire at him with pinpoint accuracy. He remains floating high above the
combat.
The floater that Anne lit up so nicely last time takes one last shot at
Falcon's Wing before the Fury's second arrow scores. He drops, quite
suddenly, a flaming mass that hits the ground hard. Erik and Eamon also fire
on the two Ragabash, filling the air with energy blasts. The pair dance
their way toward the Metis, avoiding some of the blows, but can't escape
unscathed. When Falcon's Wing finally collides with Erik, inertia is doing
most of the there. The Fianna, protected by the kevlar spirit, fares better
and lands a solid blow on Erik's head that sends the former Garou reeling.
Mass confusion breaks out as the rest of the Fianna charge Erik.
From afar, Eric was wrong, the sonic blade's a spike that extends from a
compartment around your left wrist. It's about 8" long.
Erik's left hand, armed with his second weapon - a spike over half a foot
long - comes up and out as the massive, cyborged figure recovers from his
stagger. With wordless mechanical grace - and a stone-cold-bloodedness he
never showed when normal - he strikes at his attackers.
Eric pages: That would be Davy. :)
Ever-Grinning fires into the crowd charging Erik, one laser aimed at
Ravenfeeder while the other lances towards Heart-of-Fury. He shows no
apparent qualms about firing at his former packmates.
Wears-the-Woad bares his teeth in a snarl as he attempts the age-old dance of
feint and attack, swinging his bat even as he attempts to avoid the stabbing
spike. Anne shoots another arrow, this time at Eamon, and again dodges off
in another direction. Derrick snarls in pain, and dodges in front of the
opening, trying to avoid Erik's attacks, as well as trying to see any new
attackers from that direction.
The Fianna charge towards the fray, crossing about half the distance to where
Falcon's Wing and Wears-the-Woad tangle with Erik. Both Heart-of-Fury and
Ravenfeeder attempt to dodge, and on some signal the whole of them fan out.
Well, except Echen, who continues leading blindly, having to rely solely on
his hearing to lead him in the right direction. Thatcher begins to yip out
towards Ever-Grinning, ~Come down, Smiley. Come back.~ over and over again.
Wears-The-Woad and The-Unit-Formerly-Known-As-Erik trade blows, the former
attempting to attack while still remaining out of the way of the latter. He
takes the cyborg in the arm, but in the process leaves himself open to take
the spike in the belly. Anne's arrows continue to fly true, and she scores
another hit, this time on her former Septmate. Like the others, this arrow
explodes into fire on impact; unlike the others, it seems to have less
effect against Garou target. As she fires, a fourth cyborg appears out of
nowhere, less than thirty yards from her. It carries a gun like the one Erik
does, and levels it at Anne. Another flash lights up the Umbra, and the Fury
is turned into a smoking mass. Shea's calls seem to have little effect on
Eamon as the other packmates rush Erik; Ravenfeeder manages to avoid the
shot aimed for her, but Heart-of-Fury takes it directly on the back.
The shot seems to have flipped the Fianna Galliard end over end, landing on
his back, his fur a mass of smoldering ash. He yelps loudly in pain.
Crawling to his paws, after a moment, he slinks back from the others and
tries to find some cover.
Davy finally blurs with the unnatural speed of rage, snarling, ~Fall, you
fuck!~ The bat is raised and fair whistles through the air as he attempts to
drive the cyborg down before he falls himself. Anne goes to Crinos, howling
in pain, dropping her bow, and going for the new attacker, in a whirlwind of
anger. Derrick, seeing no one in particular in the opening, goes for the
newcomer as well, snarling, ~Aaaassshole...~
While Heart-of-Fury ducks for cover, Thatcher, Talks to Ghosts, and
Heartbreaker continue to charge for Erik, working their way into helping
Derrick and Davy. Talks to Ghosts specifically is going for Erik's club arm,
to immobilize. Ravenfeeder comes out of her dodge and catches sight of the
one attacking Anne, and lets loose with one of the talens braided into her
fur.
Ever-Grinning remains high above the conflict, the laser on his shoulder
picking out targets. He fires at Heartbreaker first, then turns his head
slightly. The laser turns with his head and another beam shoots toward
Thatcher.
As the saying goes, you can get farther with a bat and a foul word, than with
just a foul word. As Erik struggles to raise his gun to finish off his
tormentor, Davy's swing catches him in the head and knocks him down, his
helmet cracking open. The Fianna's unconscious and bleeding from a
headwound, but still breathing. The rest of the Garou get to him and pin him
to the ground without any trouble at all. Eamon shoots into the crowd as
they gather around Erik, striking random Garou. Nimue and Derrick, both
moving with Luna's speed, close on the last attacker and tear into him with
claws. He carries a blade similar to Erik's which he sinks into Nimue's
abdomen. There's an odd sound, just on the edge of perception, that comes
from it and the Galliard, and she sinks to the floor, bleeding profusely.
You paged Wears-the-Woad with 'Mommy, my heard hurts.'.
Half a second later, the Fury's back on her feet, her eyes blood red and her
wound is closing itself up. With a primal snarl, she rends her would-be
killer's head from his shoulders howling in truimph as his blood showers her.
Listeners present:
Name Sex Form Doing
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Heartbreaker M Crinos KFC Extra Crispy. Down 7 agg
Heart-of-Fury M Hispo 4 agg down.
Falcon's Wing M Hispo down 6
Wears-the-Woad M Crinos 5 down
Nimue F Crinos -
Echen M Hispo -
Talks to Ghosts M Crinos With Blackwatch
Ravenfeeder F Hispo Looking kinda...old.
Eric M Homid Just listening to the plans.
Erik M Glabro2 Unconscious. AGAIN.
Dusty M Homid -
Ever-Grinning M Glabro -
Eric pages all: Reality check. Two dead, Erik down for the count. This leaves
Eamon, who's alive and kicking.
Falcon's Wing snarls, looking upwards, and darts for cover. Wears-the-Woad
seems intent on retreating, g off the battle field, his own stomach oozing
blood and fluids and his shoulder crisped. He leans down to begin pulling
the cyborg with him, getting Anne's bow at the same time. Anne follows,
looking stormy.
Ravenfeeder, at seeing Anne and Derrick attacking the cyborg on the ground,
pulls up to avoid friendly fire. Muttering a prayer to Brigid in Garou, she
shifts in a blink up to Glabro, then breaks one of the talens, throwing it
in the direction of Eamon.
Nimue calls, as she's already moving in a dodging pattern, ~Blackwatch, let's
_go_!~
The talen strikes Eamon, soaking the former Ragabash in water which
extinguishes the fire that had engulfed him.
Talks to Ghosts says, ~Try the electricity, see if it knocks him out!~
Ravenfeeder grits her teeth, and growls, but then pulls out another talen,
breaking this one as well, as Mark and the members of Blackwatch begin
pulling back towards her, along with the beginning to retreat Davy and
members of Suspects.
Falcon's Wing looks up at Eamon, snarls, and shifts to crinos. He takes Erik's
legs, as Anne leans down to get her bow and arrows, she and Davy then taking
his shoulders.
Eric pages to Erik, Dusty, and Ever-Grinning: Eamon calculates the flight path
of the incoming talen and dodges it. Erik's self-destruct goes off and the
electric charge is sent into his heart.
Eric pages: Of course, it's non-agg, so it won't kill you. But you had no way
of knowing that beforehand.
Ever-Grinning's gaze locks onto the talen mechanistically for a split second
as it approaches, then he manages to dart out of its path by barely and inch.
Ravenfeeder snarls with growing anger, as a half-blinded Echen, Thatcher,
Heartbreaker, and Talks to Ghost helping Heart-of-Fury if he needs it reach
her. Echen draws himself up and begins a weird, alien sounding call which
resembles a summoning, facing in the general direction of Ever-Grinning by
the cues of his packmates.
Something answers the Righ's call. The ground begins to rumble and the
mountains before the Garou shake violently. With a sound like a thunderclap,
one side of one of the smaller mountains swings open as if on hinges and a
huge troll emerges through the doorway. Hoisting an axe over one shoulder,
it turns toward the Fianna, closing the distance to them with massive
strides.
Falcon's Wing just... stares.
Wears-the-Woad's jaw drops, his pace slowing with the shaking ground. Cursing
a soft noise of respect, he still continues trying to get his group and the
unconscious borg the hell under cover.
With no small amount of effort, and with exhaustion straining the lines of his
body, Echen calls out to the troll not in the Garou tongue but in his native
Irish. "Bring me the one who's still flying, if you please!"
Ever-Grinning noiselessly begins to float away from the group as the troll
appears, to the north. At full speed.
Talks to Ghosts stares at the huge troll, one of the fire talens at the ready,
even as Echen talks to the thing.
The troll stops, his head cresting the tops of some of the trees. He turns
ponderously toward the floating cyborg, and then resumes his walk. Despite
how slow he seems to move, each stride carries him forward a dozen yards or
more.
Nimue, like her packmate, pauses to stare at the troll, in as much awe as
curiousity. Only Davy's continuing efforts draw her attention away; until
Eamon starts floating away, she helps him.
Falcon's Wing looks at his jar, and then looks at the troll, and then shrugs
and helps Davy some more.
Ravenfeeder gives an unconscious chuff of awed surprise, but then begins
growling, urging on the troll.
Heartbreaker looks around as everybody seems to have stopped in thier tracks.
~Come ON,~ he growls, nonplussed by the sight of the troll. Like he's seen
this before.
Echen retreats just a bit, straining to see out of dazzle-blinded eyes.
Ever-Grinning, upon seeing the latest threat, shows that even his kind are not
above a strategic retreat. He turns and silently floats into the mountains.
The behemoth seems unbothered and continues after his target like a
slow-but-stubborn bloodhound. As each step takes it farther away, the ground
shakes less and less, until finally everything has returned to more-or-less
normalcy.
When the shaking of the ground has faded entirely, Echen's body sags, and he
half-drags himself back towards the scents of his companions.
Falcon's Wing stares fixedly at the hill. ~Fuckers,~ he mutters, and turns
away to Erik.
Erik remains a nice dead weight, still quite unconscious. But alive.
Nimue makes a soft growling sound, dragging her own attention away. ~Let's go.
We're all hurt now, and tired, and we have retrieved at least one of our
strays. Let's go.~
Heart-of-Fury snorts, softly, as he drags his battered body back together with
the others. ~We got the fucking mule. The fucking mule.~ The thought makes
his hackles rise and he circles back towards the hill, snarling.
Ravenfeeder and Thatcher come up around Echen to subtly help guide him, while
Heartbreaker goes with Talks to Ghost around Heart-of-Fury. Branwyn comes
out of the trees looking slightly charred to rest on Thatcher's shoulder,
croaking rustily; all 5 members of Blackwatch seem to be in dark moods.
Just as he reaches his packmates, Echen collapses. In unconsciousness, he
reverts to his breed-shape.
Echen contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Echen shifts into Homid form.
Falcon's Wing grins toothily. ~And we can interrogate him for better
information. THAT is useful, Heart of Fury.~
Heartbreaker peers uncertainly at Erik. Specifically, he stares at Erik's gun
arm. ~Anybody got an axe?~
Falcon's Wing says, ~Not, I must confess, on my person at this precise moment,
no.~
Heartbreaker nods at Falcon's Wing. ~We should remove that first thing. It'd
be a bad thing if it were to wake up and start blasting.~
Wears-the-Woad just continues draging the cyborg mule grimly, some of the
wonder at the troll's appearance fading as the reality of the long trip home
begins to set in.
[Epilogue]
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Message: 3/4 in folder main Received: Tue Nov 18 02:33:10 1997
From: Eric
To: Nimue, Talks to Ghosts, Ravenfeeder, Thatcher, Erik, Heartbreaker,
Brian, Falcon's Wing, and Wears-the-Woad
Subject: Erik
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The large weapon that does all the damage and causes the huge flashes of light
is attached to his right arm, just below the elbow. Removing it isn't
difficult, if you're willing to cut the arm off where it connects (his true
arm, it seems, has already been removed to make way for the weapon). His
left arm has what looks like a bracer from the wrist to about three inches
below the elbow. It's in this bracer that the second weapon - the spike - is
hidden. Removing this is much easier and doesn't require removing the arm.
The whole thing pops off, exposing an interface on its underside and a
matching one on Erik's forearm where the bracer attached. Erik himself wakes
up sometime in the early afternoon on Tuesday, but that can be timewarped as
needed for people to RP.
Questions or comments, +mail me or page.
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Message: 4/4 in folder main Received: Tue Nov 18 02:38:19 1997
From: Ravenfeeder
To: Nimue, Heart-of-Fury, Ravenfeeder, Thatcher, Heartbreaker, Brian,
Falcon's Wing, and Ever-Grinning
Cc: Talks to Ghosts, Erik, Eric, and Wears-the-Woad
Subject: Summary
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We encountered the borgified Eamon and Erik outside the lair. Derrick and Davy
charged in to attack Erik, while Blackwatch and Mark tried to lure him out,
and Anne shot at one of the two floating Cyborgs (the other of which was
Eamon). She managed to take it out.
Erik shot at and hit Branwyn, injuring her; Eamon shot at his packmates,
although he only managed to wound Steven, albeit badly. Davy and Derrick
took out Erik just before Shea, Ecca, Brian, and Mark descended upon him. A
fourth Cyborg came out and attacked Anne while she shot Eamon a couple of
times. Derrick and Anne attacked it, and took it out in short order. Megan
unleashed two of Shea's talens at Eamon; the water one was ineffectual, he
dodged the electricity. Then, Brian summoned a huge Faerie Spirit, a
monstrous troll. Eamon took off then, and he disappeared with the troll in
hot pursuit.
We left at that point, dragging the unconscious Erik back to the Grotto, where
the machinery was removed (see Eric's +mail). Megan, at least, is on guard
over him, and is going to try prevent extraneous visitors for a while
(anyone outside of who went tonight; at least for the next couple of days
until we get our bearings and figure out how Erik's going to react).
Those wounded from relative least to worst: Steven, Davy, Derrick, and Anne
(and Erik, to some degree). Brian passed out for some inexplicable reason,
as he didn't get hit. In case Shea decides to do some healing afterwards. :)
-- Megan
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