The three walk into Sanfield's rougher area, past the junkyards and right into the tenements. This is no place for anyone, life is hard being a crucible of sorts. Only the strong survive, but even they can not hold out forever. Freddy was none too specific about your talisman nor what you were exactly supposed to do once you got here. After wandering for about an hour you finally stop, diverting the pack into an alleyway.

Whisper realizes that they had better get a plan together, perhaps someone was told more then he was,

Whisper will turn to Yuri and Son, peering intently into their faces respectively.  

"Son, is there anything that strikes you from this area, I have shared what i know from Freddy but it seems that knowledge has reached the end of it's usefulness.  Do either of you know anything more?"

Whisper will keep a close watch around him, very intent on not being surprised here.

"I'm thinkin we shuld find us a'nice se'clooded place were we can go blendin in. I'm sure a town like this got some place were home'liss folk con'grigate. I can whip us up a real nice place to rest 'ur bones."

Looking over at Son, weighing his proposal, Whisper will look around this brow beaten area and peer into vacant window, and even more vacant faces as they walk.

"That would be good, it's rather uncomfortable not having a safe, or safer, place to go to if the need arises."

Whisper will walk barefoot along the warm concrete.  Feet calloused with wear and years of walking barefoot over street and stone.  

 You all start in toward town looking for the destitute areas. It is a large and alien environment to that which you were accustomed. The streets are filled with vehicles and the stench from man and his machines are everywhere.

After walking for half an hour you seem to find a small group of street panhandlers at a busier intersection.

 They seem to be begging for change from passing cars and look at your group with a bit of trepidation assuming you might be supplanting the intersection.

You all begin to feel the sensation that you have a bug on you, only after swatting at it do you all realize you had the same feeling.

Whispers eyes narrow as they all seem to swat the same bug, something has touched each of them but what it is he does not yet know.  As the wheels start turning Whisper will give a covert once over to the men on the street (wolfs eyes).  The stones on his neck would be visible if any of them looked at his face.

 There are a few people near you but they just shrink from your gaze. Everyone looks like they have taken beatings before but they never look forward to them. You do not think any of these meek people could have done something to you.

"Whoa mayn, you cin has dis corner. I ain't got shit anyhow?" as the old bum collects his various brick a brack and starts trying to cross the intersection.

Whatever had caused this, sixth sense, this twinge on the edge of perception still seems a mystery to Whisper.  He will watch the man retreat with his belongings and search for something that could clue them in to this "feeling".  

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Son will reach into one of his pockets, pulling out the strange cockroach amulet that the old Bone Gnawer gave him.

[I need to know what level the fetish is to attune it.]

[Level four]

2008-08-26 12:39:39 Son rolls 4 dice to Activate Fetish (Diff 4) 5,4,3,1 (1 success)

 Infusing the fetish with gnosis the amulet begins to shiver, sprouting legs and antennae and begins to move in your hand. The pack all stands around looking on with wonder, rarely seeing such a potent item.

It stops moving and just looks up at Son with its antennae twitching.

Son will peer down at the small insect in his hand, utterly amazed.

"Howdy..."

 It stares at all of you looking intently at everyone. It's antennae twitching as its mandibles constantly work as if chewing. You can hear a slight insectine sound but it barely perceptible.

Son peers down at the little critter, grinning.

"Think ya'ca find us a home? I'd be much obliged."  

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Whisper will peer down at this tiny little thing too.  He does not have the talent for such things as Son-of-the-South does, but it is none the less miraculous.  He has seen such things before, but never has he been present when such a powerful item was "activated."

 It immediately crawls up your arm coming to rest on your shoulder, still making what appears to be an excited sound. The creature a collection of spiritual energies seems almost mechanical in its movement and sound. Looking about its antennae feeling the wind and area, developing its senses. Its head glides back and forth in an alien manner similar to a mantis, its multifaceted eyes taking in its surroundings in this unfamiliar world having always dwelled in its shadow.

 Son is able to finally start making out the spirits high metallic voice. (Spirit Speech)

"Move Southward under Wescott, Two blocks, then east into downtown," in a very precise manner, reminiscent of a Garmin.

"Thank'ya."

He looks to Whisper.

"This way..."

Son will lead the group southward until they cross Wescott, then turn east and keep on going.  

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