Re: Contacts Cont.
::Walks nodded leading the
Gural back out ofthe Other place to its earth side compatriote the casino. A former hellhole burrned slean though those senstive to gnosis might sense the wealth spirits retruning the gaming tables and slots::
The Casino
Josiah Medicine-Claw happend to notice a young man milling about the casino. The kid's face was battered and bruised. The wounds were fresh. Josiah made his way through the crowd to the young man.
"What happend to your face, kid?" Josiah said.
The young man, obviously human, looked up at the big tanned gurahl in homid form and winced a smile.
"Aw, it's nothing, man, couple of dudes jump me outside while I was having a smoke. Heh, thing is, the bastards stole 300 bucks that I won at the blackjack table."
Josiah nodded. He felt sorry for the young man.
"I have a balm that could heal those wounds."
"A balm?" The kid looked confused. Josiah smiled.
"Think of it as a healing lotion." The gurahl reached into his buckskin pouch and produced a small brown jar. Unscrewing the top, Josiah scooped out about a tablespoon's worth of the golden colored balm with two fingers. "It looks like honey," The kid said. Josiah chuckled. "Yes, that's one of its main ingredients. Now, my young friend, if you'll allow me I can apply this to your
injuries."
The kid shrugged. "Sure." Josiah gently applied the balm to the kid's face. "What's your name?" Josiah asked.
"My name? Oh, Tony. Tony Franco. How 'bout you?"
"I'm Josiah Medicine-Claw."
"Cool." Tony said. "So, your like a doctor or something?"
Josiah smiled. "A healer of sorts, Tony." The wounds on Tony's face began to mend. "Cool!" Tony laughed. Josiah smiled broadly. "Yes, it is cool." Looking around the casino, Josiah saw Walks-the-Steel-Web coming towards him.
Re: The Casino Cont.
::Cue ominis music, The NWO is not a group that likes pesky mortal criminal ripping off their patrons, but i digress onward to the Corax contact!::
Reflections
Sometimes a healer must kill in order to protect the things he cherishes. Unlike the Garou, the Gurahl do not readily succumb to rage. But when the need arises, make no mistake, werebears are more than capable of dishing out their fair share of carnage.And through out his life Josiah Medicine-Claw had rent asunder plenty of Wyrm tainted foes for the preservation of family, friends, and territory. And something told him now, as he waited with Walks for their contact to show up, that there would again be the smell of blood on the wind.
Re: Reflections
:Blood and wyrm taint, but mostly blood, the Wyrm doesnt take kindly to folks who nutrilize hellholes and a chill caried on the wind as something was building, the Walker of Glass shivered involentarily::
Enter Eli Speaks-With-The-Sun
(A large raven swoops down out of the sky and lands beneath some trees. A shift takes place and the raven becomes a dark man in his thirties with shoulder length hair, questioning brown eyes, and a smirking expression. He is dressed like a biker, clad in worn black leathers and heavy boots. Josiah Medicine-Claw walks across the street to the park and greets the fe
llow.)
Eli: It's been a while.
Josiah: Too long. (Embraces Eli)
Eli: Word is, something heavy is about to go down with the garou in these parts. It ain't gonna be pretty either.
Josiah Nods) Yes, I know. Listen, my friend, can you find out anything that could help my associate and I get closer to the stirrings and rumblings of this mystery?
Eli: (Lights a smoke) Brother, all I can tell you and your Glass Walker friend is if the Talons are involved, you best stay clear of it. You don't wanna @#%$ wit no Talons. I know. I scouted for Blood-Eye and his pack. Seen some terrible @#%$ go down.
Josiah: I appreciate the concern, Eli, but we have to find out a way to help these folks and their kin. Whatever information you can ferret out, Eli, will aid us greatly in our endeavour.
Eli: (Chuckles.) Same ol' Josiah. You can't save 'em all, brother. Hell. (Crushes cigarette under boot heel.)
Josiah: Eli, please.
Eli: Shee-it. Okay, but only cause I owe you big time. You saved me and the old lady that time in Seattle. A Corax don't forget those things. I'll keep my beak in the wind. If I find something, I'll be in touch.
Josiah: (Smiles) Thank you, Eli.
Eli: (Looks a Walks) Nice suit. Later.
Josiah laughed. "Well, I've never had the pleasure of entertaining any of our Ratkin cousins, but if one were to join us, I'm sure he or she would be a valuable asset."
Re: Onward
"Right, right, just kind of noce seeming the War of Rage starting to be healed. I'm no gurahl but seing the chidren of gaia at each others throughts weather they be human, beast, shifter, mage, or other is something a phadox cant stand for. Where to next though?"
From The Journal Of Josiah Medicine-Claw
The poachers never knew what hit them. Josiah, enraged by the wanton slaughter of a family of black bears, charged the hunting party. He roared his hatered and swiped with huge powerful claws at anything that moved. The first hunter screamed and crawled desperately in vain to his rifle, only to be snatched by the ankle and flung like a rag doll onto some jagged boulders-- his body thoroughly smashed on impact. The other two hunters fled to their vehicle, but found themselves trapped like fish in a barrel as Josiah ( in crinos war bear form) crushed the Hummer with a swarm of mighty blows that reduced to vehicle to battered junk. The men did not survive.
When it was over, Josiah resumed his homid form and went about the painful task of laying to rest the murdered bear family.
Re: From The Journal Of Josiah Medicine-Claw
::Walk looked down at the journal and nudged John:: "Got a little ahroun in ya eh?" he joked. ::A umbral spirit taped Walks' shoulder. Pausing he looked around::
"Wha?" He looked around as a umbrood wispered in hsi ear and Walks jaw droped...
Re: Level 7 Gnosis. . .
"Uh...some umbra denizin just informed me of a high level caern in ireland of all places (id woultn use 7 normally but well i dont know the non numerical term)....by gaia...a lvl 7..."
Re: Impasse
"Yes things are heating up, a level 7 caern, and then their the wolf syndrome here....You think the Fianna in Ireland might provide help withthe problem here?"
Re: Impasse
ooc stepping in as a mod her, though spirt contacts and more felssy ones the duo learn of a posible allie who might help, a wise old mokel deep in the amazon who anchient knoledge
Nods) Yes, I know. Listen, my friend, can you find out anything that could help my associate and I get closer to the stirrings and rumblings of this mystery?
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