Mother Rat seems to chide the larger hairless rat in some high pitched sounds that are not understandable before he finally releases his homid friend. She nods toward the exit and you can see them both start making their way toward it, the homid visually upset still as she approaches you all.

"Don't worry, they're golden, but I'd jis avoid em fer a bit more's all. Now what are ya all waitin 'round fer, ya needs to finish the rite. Seems she neer finished and ya bes be on her best, they gotta thin fer pomp and ritual. Weaver child that is," as she nods to the cockroach that is still busy around the developing caern still lurking at the edges.

The two individuals start toward the tunnel that leads back to the Noob when the homid makes a slight noise toward the hairless one and turns around, staring at his goddess. He can see the concern in her eyes, and the adoration for these wolves. He can feel weavers child here as well, drawing her into its trap. If anyone could see his eyes in the dark of the tunnel, you would only see murder in them before he turns to leave.

Murder and revenge for his family from so long ago....

It's a strange thing with one of Weavers children dies amongst us, it's essences, spent and scattered to the Great Winds swirls around us all.  That connection to the Sacred Mother, Gnosis, our lifeline to Gaia is renewed by this coursing wave of, what could it be called...

power?
energy?

no no, it's much more than that.  Whispers eyes close briefly and his head tilts back as this tide of Gnosis washes over him, replenishing his own stores.

With renewed vigor Whisper will right himself, the minor wounds on his body now closed, some even forming into Battle Scars.  

Whisper will walk over to the seated Yuri...

"lie back..."

it's not so much a request as a gentle command.  

(1 gnosis)

2008-11-17 07:48:03 Whisper rolls 5 dice to int + med (mothers touch) (Diff 3) 10,7,9,4,2 (4 successes)

As Whisper again lays his hands on his packmate he can feel the healing, loving energy of Gaia pour through him into his Friend. Whisper has no idea if this will be a permanent fix, but all he can think about right now is the health and safety of his pack.

He follow order and he can feel the lumps to slowly go down on his face. He can move his jaws freely now and now can speak.

He focus his mind and try to shift.

Shifting to homid
yuri rolls 5 dice to shifting 8,3,2,7,9 (3 successes)

His body shift back to a more acceptable form.

"Thank you my friend, Now lets finish this ritual." He walks over to roach and He gets down on one knee. "My name is Yuri Prutko of clan Warmiak. I found my true name Fiddler Weeps as i lay at charred corpse of my family." Tears flows to his eyes as he lived the images of the assault of the black oily creatures that slaughter his family. He came to realize and his nightmare that  enemy were the blessed of Gaia but they have fallen to their dark ,twisted, and evil passions. " A song came to my mind with my great lost of my family that day and it represent my story."  He  pull out his Fiddle and began to play. " To know this song is to know me."

Yuri began to play His ballad. The ballad has no name but the notes paint a picture of sorrow,lost,fear,rage,madness,glory and  honor. You can feel emotion surrounding almost encumbering everybody in the room as Yuri Prutko plays in honor of Roach. He   Keep on playing holding no emotion back as the notes crash in the room. The ballad come to end and tears cover his fiddle. He put  his fiddle down and open his arms with his palm out to roach.

"I am last of my family they are died protecting the sacred land  of Gaia from the ever growing presence of corruption. I, Yuri Prutko of clan Warmiak, will give his life in protecting this site and it will never to fall into darkness as long my fiddle continued to sing it mighty tale."  

yuri rolls 10 dice to play the fiddle (used willpower) 9,3,1,9,6, 8,10,10,4,6, 2 (7 successes)  

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The lines and wires start twisting and undulating to the pattern of the song, the led's blinking in some strange message or perhaps response to his words. The cables writhing in unison begin unfolding as the metallic insect crawls warily out of its recesses warily. It approaches the garou that has shown its respect and as it approaches it seems to grow in size, finally stopping at about the creatures own size.

Mother Rat looks upon it and with a shake of her head and a smile mutters something under her breath about being such a show off.

"I have amalgamated you Yuri Prutko of clan Warmiak. You are known to me and your assistance with the calcified spirit was valiant. You are welcome within my domain," in a metallic sound similar to some computer speech, its antennae dancing wildly.

"I shall be known as Slethtka, servant of Engrat incarnae of He that shall survive. The information shall be yours, if you shall but ask," as it stands before you you can see its mandibles quivering, thousands of phone conversations and web service passing instantaneously through its mind, sifting for anything it would find interesting. The walls of the caern crawl with various information portals and roaches, carrying out business only they seem to understand.

It looks toward the other two wolves that gave it this home, searching for their codex, needing to amalgamate them into its protocol syntax...

Collecting his bag, Son approaches the Totem Spirit. As he steps forward his figure begins to shift, diminishing in size and shape. His thick, coarse fur recedes, giving way to soft, pink skin. His snout draws back, the concave of his skull becoming more circular. His claws slide back, his hands becoming slender and bony. Worn denim seeps from his body, covering his chest and legs. In moments, he stands in his birth form, barefooted, before the man-sized cockroach. Bowing deeply, he makes a strange chirping sound from deep in his throat. He repeats it three times, then stands upright once more.

"Sal'yew tay'shuns, cunnin' Slethtka, ser'vint o' Engrat, Incarna' o' Hee'tha Shall Ser'vive, I am Sun-of-the-South, last child o' Clan Ha'leth, Therg o' tha Rats 'n Tha Wall. We werr led here by a'vassal o' Hee'tha Shall Ser'vive. We come ta giv' honors and respects, oh, clever Slethtka, ser'vint o' Engrat, Incarna' o' Hee'tha Shall Ser'vive."

Son gestures to his pack mates, then reaches down into his duffel bag. He retrieves half a loaf of bread, two cans of beans and a chocolate bar. He kneels, sliding the offerings forward along the concrete floor. Quickly rising, he stands on his toes, taking three quick steps back. He follows this by retracing with three steps forward, then spinning to the side, slamming his heels down on the cold stone ground, his back to the spirit. He takes a leap forward, slamming his heels down again, then spins, sidestepping six paces. He leaps forward, slamming his heels down once again, then takes four quick steps to the side, placing him right in front of the huge cockroach. Taking a final jump backwards, he drops into a low stance, one leg bent at the knee. He remains, head bowed, waiting for a response from the wily Gaffling.

2008-12-09 23:32:53 Sun-of-the-South rolls 8 dice to Charisma+Empathy; -1diff unfamiliar with Weaver spirits (Diff 7) 6,4,3,7,6, 6,5,2 (1 success)  

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 The food that is placed before it is immediately swarmed by roaches uniformly covered and consumed. Slethtka watches with worry at his dance, confused a bit before realizing the ritual within his movements. It's head and body jerk as it looks him over with its multifaceted eyes feeling as if it were boring into him.

"You shall be amalgamated as well child of Clan Haleth. This is your connection. You are my servants conduit. I shall need. Son shall generate what I need. My domain is opened for your incarnation. The data is alive," in a metallic voice that has a melodious quality you had never expected.

The roaches begin the scatter again before it, leaving no trace of the gifts that were bestowed. At last it stands looking upon the Child of Gaia, the Alpha of the pack. It is intrigued, it wants to know it.

Whisper will step forward and place a few strips of near ancient beef jerky on the ground before the Spirit.  This is the last of his food, a hunt is in order.  Whisper will kneel as he places his offering in front of this Spirit and begins to speak.

2009-01-09 12:10:56 Whisper rolls 6 dice to Cha + Sbt (persuasion) (Diff 8) 5,9,2,2,3, 2 (1 success) (Diff +2 for alien entity)

"I am Whisper-To-The-Earth, Alpha and a Philodox of The Rats in the Wall.  I am the blood of Mishta Silvertongue, who presided as Judge of the Concolation at Azure Waters.  I am of the Children of Gaia, who speak for the Great Mother."

With that Whisper will step back and await a response.  This is a strange entity, nothing here is natural.  Whisper is very out of his element, and knows it.

(OOC: Anyone remembering stories of that Concolation  would either recognize the title of Judge and the garou that presided there, or the name itself.)  

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 It regards him curiously. Its eyes begin their multifaceted dance upon its swiveling head. Electricity and lines flash with data behind it in a cavern that seems wholly larger then the simple basement it was just minutes before Son began his ritual. This is the pulse of the city, a beating heart just born. Its maxilla begin to undulate as if trying to formulate its response.

"Waters of Azure are clear. Your syntax codified. We are collating your earlier manifests," as more electrical snaps begin sparking. You see what appears to be a small bar appear in the reflection of its left eye, filling rapidly.

"Buffer complete. We shall be known as Slethtka, servant of Engrat incarnae of He that shall survive. You have been assimilated. You are infused into my protocol. Your terminal is recognized."

As you back away from your offered sacrifice, it steps forward. You notice the roaches immediately falling off of the monstrosity before you as if it were composed of them. They immediately start devouring the meat, leaving nothing behind.

"You are Home," as its entire body collapses under the obvious stress at assuming that form. The roaches scatter, blending into the wires and lines that crisscross the chamber.

There is a tense moment of silence, broken suddenly by Son buckling his knees and dropping to the ground with a thud.

"Shee'it!"

Seated so unceremoniously, he begins to dig through his bag. Retrieving his jar of tobacco and a paper, he rolls himself a cigarette in apparent haste.

"Ain't no'wun gonna 'bleeve this back home."

He runs a hand through his hair as he lights the smoke. Inhaling deeply, he reclines back until he his laying flat with his knees bent. His left arm propped back as a pillow, he blows a series of small, blue-white rings into the air.  

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Whisper will shift his weight on his feet, the Children of Gaia are not accustomed to the city environment much less dealing with a place such as this and.....Slethka....the Spirit he just communed with.

He looks to Son and Yuri, and to the ... ones who helped them fight that being from the Weaver.

Whisper will quietly walk over to Yuri, still bearing the marks of his battle with that creature, and the damage it inflicted on him.  Kneeling down Whisper will place both hands on Yuri while he plays...

2009-01-30 12:14:57 Whisper rolls 5 dice to Int + med (Diff 3) 10,8,8,9,8 (5 successes)

[Mothers Touch]

(Thats an additional 5 LEVELS healed on Yuri  (If he isn't down 5 levels or they can't be healed, then they are just lost))

Whisper will stand back up and look to his pack...

"Are we all in one piece?"