Spider Beasts.

[Drew Roscoe] Introductions, formalities, they appeared to intermingle with invitations to food and beer. Drew decided that the glances in her direction were close enough to an invitation to come join, and so she did. The sleeves on her soft lilac colored sweater were folded back twice and pushed up to her elbows following that-- the folds ensured they wouldn't slide down every few minutes. This she figured out when she wore her long sleeved shirts to waitress in the wintertime, no one likes a messy sleeve cuff on the person bringing them food, after all.

As she approached, she had her head tipped back, chin aimed up, eyes on the ceiling. She noted the gaps here and there, places in need of repair. Made a tally and a materials log in her head, and slowed her steps to a crawl in doing so. Better to idle slowly than stumble over an errant pillow or prayer bench. Attention hopped back down to the three werewolves, though, and she got close enough to draw up a seat across the table from Kora, between Godi and Modi and staring a pregnant Skald in the face.

Thomas is mentioned, he hated the habit of writing Kora had apparently. Something sad and momentary shadows the Kin's face before passing along. Instead of dwelling, she smiles pleasantly and accepts the offer for beer, but leaves the pizza alone for now. "Good to see you made it, Stranger," she offers to Drawn in Blood before looking back to Kora and hiking a thumb over her shoulder. "Donations for the 'my clothes are all bloody and beyond repair' fund."

[Roman Turner] He had the habit of coming in the back way; seldom through the front door. This time as he slipped through the door he smelt fried food and picked up the sound of a voice that wasn't familiar. One of the drawbacks of being the lone Coggie in a Fenrir pack was, well he was the lone Coggie and Fenrir tended to be a bit like a cross between a Mule and a Badger, stubborn and cranky ass.

So he sucked in a breath and slipped towards the sound of voices to take a peek before diving in head first.

[Drawn in Blood] It's hard to tell which is more of a relief: the beer, or the composition book. He accepts the former with a nod of his head, finally deigning to sit down at the table across from Bone-Writer. Though he possesses a degree of dexterity that staves off the idea that he is a lumbering lug, he sits down somewhat awkwardly, as though he is used to taking his meals standing up or hunkering over a fire. The beer is taken with another nod of gratitude, and he drinks deeply.

Outside it's frigid but not inhospitable, yet he has been walking for a long time if the condition of his boots, well cared-for yet splattered and stained all the same. His thirst seems sated once he's drained a third of the bottle. He does not have to watch Kora's lips to get the gist of what she's saying; even facing away from her, he is not deaf. By the time he looks back, she has explained that her old packmate hated her writing shit down. He sets down the beer as Drew comes to sit between him and the Godi, briefly glancing over at the petite female, and reaches out to take the notebook with more than a hint of reverence.

That reverence isn't explained, and he doesn't immediately scribble any thanks onto its pages. He bows his head, eyes lowering for a moment, and then slides the pen closer.

After she's spoken, and only after she's indicated that she's finished, does the Modi pick up the pen in his left hand. It's as awkward as his attempt to gracefully sit down; he holds it like a weapon at first, in a lightly clenched fist, before adjusting his grip so that it becomes an instrument.

I want to stay with Tribe.

This, she can read likely from where she sits without him turning it around; he writes large, his penmanship sloppy yet legible. A glance around the interior of the church precedes his continuation.

Im good in fight. Can do more than fight. Also good with buildings. Fixing things. I help fix if you want it.
Want to help Tribe if I stay with Tribe.

[Kora] "I was gonna say - " Kora says to Drew as she offers an explanation of the big bag o' laundry, her generous mouth curving into a easy half-smile. "Trent takes care of my clothes for me, and Linus likes smelling like a rotting foot, and I'm pretty sure Roman has a special ritual he uses to starch his wranglers."

A glance back toward the half-opened door, for Roman.

"But, donations to the my clothes are more blood than cotton fund are always welcome.

"Drawn in Blood, this is Drew. Drew, Drawn in Blood's a Modi, new to town. There's pizza, but no cheese sticks," a reproachful glance at Linus for this failing. That's what happens when you entrust earthly matters to a Godi.

She's drinking something out of a bottle, Kora is. It's not beer. But she holds it like beer, tips it back to lean over the paper and -

I want to stay with Tribe.

New house guest. she shares over the spiritual connection with the pack. The thought is instant; her expression changes too. It doesn't soften so much as sharp, like a blade drawn over a whetstone, a certain pride underneath her skin, a certain sense of concordance. Drawn in Blood. Cliath modi. The last is for Roman, a repetition like a chorus in an old song.

"When I first came to Chicago, Truth-in-Frenzy-rhya was the Jarl. He invited me to stay with him, and I did until he died in battle. You're welcome here. And - " a flick of her glance upward, the holes in the ceiling. "There's plenty to fix. Roman's been working on this side, Linus the other.

"And there's plenty of Wyrm, too. You interested in a hunt?"

[Roman Turner] He slipped through the doorway. Hat clutched against the chest of his coat and a nod for each.

"Howdy Miss Drew."

And yes, he checked out the new house guest. His own blue-gray eyes were a shade of faded denim. Chestnut hair showed it was more accustomed to being covered by a hat from the shape of it. And as Kora mentioned, his jeans were dark blue and so stiffly pressed it looked like he used a box of starch and a heavy duty press iron on them daily.

"Drawn in Blood."

He nodded next.

"Ya got an everyday name to go with that in public?"

[Drew Roscoe] "Hey Roman, is Drew's response. She's helping herself to a beer, tipping the mouth of it toward Kora in a gesture of thanks, and leaning back more comfortably in her chair to take a drink.

Kora introduces her formally to Drawn in Blood, and Drew's nodding, finishing another swig from the beer bottle and holding her wrist to her mouth for a second before talking. "Met him just the other night, actually. Gave him a ride on out to where he needed to go. I know how hard a taxi can be for you guys not only to get, but to suffer." She shrugged one shoulder and grinned a bit, and glanced at the pizza contemplatively before deciding to accept-- what's beer without some kind of food to go with it, right? She snags a slice and nods to Roman when he comes in, smiling cheerily. It was easy to forgive and forget the wranglers now that she was more accustomed to them. "Hey Roman."

As for being interested in a hunt, Drew's eyes hop to the Modi, the Godi, then up toward the ceiling, once more examining patches that could use work.

[Roman Turner] He was unwrapping. Off came the scarf from Christmas. Off went the sheepskin lined coat. Beneath was a denim shirt that had been buttoned all the way up, allowing just a faint couple of fingers worth of discolored, mottled flesh showing on his neck. Burn scar tissue was never a pretty thing, so he did his best to keep it covered.

"Always up for a hunt Miss Kora."

[Drawn in Blood] Does he have an every day name.

The Modi finds a clean portion of paper somewhere further down on the page, rather than flipping to the back or starting over on a fresh one, and his response comes with the same economy of language and awkwardness of technique that had been seen in his response to the Skald.

John.

He doesn't smile or nod his agreement to the mention of the difficulties of a taxi, yet when Drew grins the thought crosses his mind. Nothing comes of it, and when he's asked if he's interested in a hunt, the answer isn't exactly offered with the enthusiasm of a puppy who has heard its leash removed from the closet, yet he nods quickly and somewhat brightly all the same.

Another long tug off of his beer, and he takes a moment to eat the slice of pizza he has been inadvertently ignoring for the last several minutes.

[Roman Turner] He waited for the response and it took a moment for him to figure out the guy wasn't just doodling. Leaning in to read his response was.

"John? Ok, I can remember that. Ya can't talk?"

Yeah duh, sometimes he stated the obvious.

[Drawn in Blood] That gets a flash of a smile from the Modi. He doesn't appear to be completely humorless, or as though he's simply looking for a reason to get worked up or into a fight. Roman asks if he can't talk, and while it's fairly obvious, it's a valid enough question. There have been Garou within Maelstrom's borders who have taken vows of silence before, against their will or voluntarily; he could just be choosing not to, yet the Child of Gaia asks, and after swallowing a bite of food, he shakes his head No. The expression on his face makes it into a Nope, as though he'd accepted this such a long time ago he has reached a point of nonchalance about it.

[Kora] There's time to finish the pizza; to hang out with Drew and finish the beer. Or root beer, in the Skald's case, which flushes sweet through her senses. She eats a slice of pizza, considers a second, and nixes the idea, reminding herself of the old eating/swimming rule. It must apply to hunting, too.

---

Near midnight, a cold night but not frigid. The temperature's fallen back down below freezing, and all that runoff has started to refreeze.

They walk, a loose group down the salt-stained sidewalks, cutting through familiar alleyways, old workyards, underneath the ruins of an old trestle bridge near the river. Soon enough the familiar territory - the few hard-won, hard-fought blocks earned in the blood of both the living the dead disappear behind them. Their target is a solid third of a mile or more outside the pack's territory. Maybe a half-mile. Six city blocks or more.

The building is an old brick ruin, flanked on one side by a long alley, on the other side by a window factory running a single minimum wage shift, where immigrants assemble cheap vinyl replacement windows from 5 a.m. to 5 p.m. every day.

Some of the warehouses here are in use; one or two were slated for conversion to loft style apartments. Most are used by the homeless, drug dealers, pot-growers, prostitutes, junkies, criminals, and the criminally insane. There's an impromptu market in the parking lot of one of them, every Friday afternoon. Where you can buy everything from diapers that were probably manufactured out of pure lead to knock-off chanels to designer (and not-so-designer) drugs of every name and effect, to men and women of every age.

Call it capitalism.

There's no trade tonight, though. The homeless have drifted away from the neighborhood, those sober enough to still care about their own well-being. No bodies have turned up, but Imogen could hear the concern in the voice of her informant. No, the fear, raw enough to draw her attention.

---

The pack+1 hunkers down outside the old factory, in the shadow of an embankment leading toward the river. The moon's waning, hidden behind the patchy cloud cover, and the light here is imperfect but pervasive - that glow in the sky from the city's lights.

Kora sends Roman off to scout the factory; since Liz is doing this quicklike, he returns with the information they want. The broken things are too inhuman to venture outside except under cover of deepest dark. They're awake now, but distracted by prey, clattering bloodily over a corpse.

Hard to tell how many, because the number of limbs do not seem to match the number of bodies. He counted: two heads and eight extruded arms, like a spider, all fused together in a terrible amalgam. And a pack of lesser things, one-human on all fours, with peeling skin, blunt teeth terrible appetites for flesh. Three, or four maybe, one a runt.

[Erek Skulason] *Erek snuck in the back door, remained quiet whilst nomming pizza and waved... then got invited to hunt!* (invitation courtesy of kora*cough*)

[Roman Turner] He wasn't gone overly long, though he wasn't one of the ones waiting for news, so for himself it didn't seem so long. Some of what he saw was sent back to Kora and Linus on the totem link, the rest was given to all when he made it back to them. Descriptions and the layout of the building along with a head count.

[Roman Turner] dex+stealth
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] Per+PU
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Linus] The pizza is devoured in short order by the bellies of beasts used to carving off calories through the heat of expansion or the loss of blood, meat and otherwise. He remains somewhat hushed during the exchange of information throughout the collection of bodies, keeping himself insular for the moment as the air quips with introductions and measures of familiarity. His eyes go a touch distant and his regard, somewhat lacking in quality. Not entirely in other worlds but considering such.

When the call for a Hunt goes out he isn't the first to leap at the chance, instead 'hmmm'ing quietly before offering a nod. The Totemlink hums briefly with a distracted murmur that speaks of the Godi's, by now, familiar checklist of spiritual presence for this little fight. He's mentioned to Roman how the CoG's healing abilities are for emergencies only and has himself enlisted the assistance of several healing spirits, including the still bound Unicorn Jaggling that occupies the umbral expanse of the Church.

It would serve to heal those who might well sustain heavy damage, if necessary, a fact he makes sure of with a quick trip into the Shadow to speak with the spirit. Whatever payment is coming through for this effort has not been spoken of or seen by any of the Pack or Bodies that pass through this landscape and the Godi seems unwilling to talk much about it either. All the better to move onto other topics more than likely.

Hrafn is along for the ride as well, a silent figure on the outskirts of perception that haunts the umbral borders of the Church and several areas throughout the Pack's Territory. He is oddly recalcitrant about interaction maintaining a distance from speaking with others and the Godi is, likewise hush hush about his dealings there except for one small matter amongst the Packmates

"...Part of the deal with Hrafn is that any fallen the pack calls, they get the eyes. So save 'em or leave 'em intact on the bodies, or keep the heads. I'll point out some 'deposit' spots throughout the turf you can leave 'em near..."

If he expected the Modi to adhere to this principle, he didn't say as such. Nor did he deny the effort either. It was something left up to the Full Moon to decide for himself.

* * * *

When they find the structure, Roman is off to scout and report back. Linus takes a moment to safeguard and check the surrounding umbral landscape. He shakes his head in the negative to Kora on any possible trouble that could come from the otherside.

"...Nothing substantial. Some pain and murder gaffs. Couldn't cross even if they knew we were here..."

[Slaughter] Perception+Alertness

HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 Re-rolls: 1
to Kora

[Erek Skulason] *The young Get of Fenris isn't so talkative tonight. He is silent, watchful and curious, as he tags along with the Last Watch. His attention splintered between Kora (for directions) and watching their asses, since he didn't possess a link to share with them. Physical directions was all Erek had to go on. The dark colors of his clothing allow him to blend a little better to the shadows, his blond hair kept hidden under a knit cap pulled down low over his ears. He breathes in and out slowly. An eyebrow shoots up every so often at Linus as he explains about the eyes being left behind for the Hrafn*

[Kora] Roman might've been seen that time - if the monsters were not distracted by the fresh kill they dragged into the old factory. They cluster in the leeside of the massive stone pillars - the remains of some structure, the purpose of which seems long lost. The scent inside the place is sharp and bloody, shot through with piss and pain and fear enough to drown a herd of goats. The Ragabash was sharp-eyed enough to note the patchy, peeling skin of the humans on four legs, the razor sharpness of the extruded legs, the nimble way the inhuman beast uses them all. He also found the back way in; through an old shipping bay, maximum concealment behind the huge concrete pilasters.

"Alright. We've going in the way Roman found. We'll ambush; take out the little things with the first blow, as many as we can, then focus on the spider-bitch. I'm taking direwolf form, but I'm using claws unless I know for sure that the flesh and blood of those things is not poisoned. If one of you takes a bite - " a brief twist of her mouth. "Let me know. We ready?"

[Slaughter] She is dressed in dark clothing, barely worth mentioning. They're dirty now, a swipe of dirt across each knee, one torn on a sharp edge of concrete, damp with blood. She had pressed her hand there briefly, willing it to clot and still, and it had. Half the time, she catches herself holding her breath, the other half of the time, she wills herself to breathe easily, slowly. Silently.

Within the greenery, Imogen barely moves, even when she caught sight of Roman. It is only after he's gone out of sight that she lifts her weapon, aiming it on the beasts, her ears straining for every sound beyond the tearing of flesh, the gluttony of mastication and gulping. She picks one.

(breathe in, breathe out)

And for now, stops the internal monologue of blame.
And waits for the fireworks to start.

[Drawn in Blood] [LAZY-ASS POST TIME!
Snap-shift to Crinos!
-1R, activate Razor Claws!
-1WP, activate Resist Pain!

Stealth+Dexterity (+1): I don't know what we're sneaking for! +1 diff (unskilled).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Roman Turner] He like Kora took Hispo form when the time came to slink in and attack.

Dex+steatlh
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Erek Skulason] Dex+Stealth
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]

[Erek Skulason] *assumes Erek is in his crinos form when making the ambush*

[Kora] They cross the weedy yard, climb up the loading dock, and slip through the blasted freight doors. There's the long shadow of the pilasters Roman described, the sharp scent of glutinous things tearing into the flesh of a dead human. They eat everything. Clothes and bones and gristle, fingers and ears, rings. The crunching remains of the bottle of cheap vodka he had been drinking, shattered in his hand.

Nothing goes to waste.

Inside the factory, Sorrow shifts to hispo.
[ -1 WP Resist Pain!
-1 Gnosis: Trollskin!]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Kora] Dex + Stealth
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Linus] The Godi takes several keen looks at the collection of Garou, frowning openly as they step into place around Roman's directions. A snuff of breath and then a quick glance at the Umbral skien has him cursing under his breath before the pop of bones pulls him up into Crinos, the long haft of a spear snapping into one hand. He'd take up the Rear of the group, turning the Spear's length around to settle into a throwing position.

(1 WP for Resist Pain.)

[Erek Skulason] (-1 wp for resist pain as well *cough*)

[Roman Turner] (Me too! Resist Pain y'all!)

[Kora] Thing 1: I see DIB!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 2: I see Roman!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 3: I see Erek!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7 (Botch x 2 at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 4: I see Kora!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Slaughter] dex+stealth
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [Brawl+Dexterity (+1): claw... whatever's closest! +1 pool (ambush).]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [Don't do me any favors, Kahseeno.
Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (claw) +1 (RAZER CLAW) +1 (suxx)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [Mulligan :( ]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Roman Turner] +4 Clawing.

+3 bonus
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6) Re-rolls: 4

[Roman Turner] Damn
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 2 is stunned.

[Slaughter] three round burst
dex+firearms+3 (3rb)+3(ambush)
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1

[Slaughter] (5 successes officially on last roll was target 6 not 4 +2 dice for aiming)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Slaughter] Damage!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Erek Skulason] +3 Biting +7 bonus
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Erek Skulason] Bite Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Kora] I SOAK U
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 7, 7 (Failure at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 3: I NOT. I DED.

[Kora] Kora: Claw Thing 4 +6
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Linus] (Dex 4 + ath 2. Throw spear at Runt.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Linus] (Str 6 + 1 Spear + 3 Sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Erek Skulason] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Linus] (Mully!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Runt: I SO SOAK THAT!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Tally:

Thing 1: okay.
Thing 2: stunned, cannot act next round.
Thing 3: so ded.
Thing 4: I ARE TOTALLY FINE YO.
Thing 5, aka the Runt: stunned. WHY IS EVERYONE PICKING ON ME.

Two-headed spider-monster: more snacks just walked in! Celebrate!

[Slaughter] (+9)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Kora] Spider-Monster! +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Roman Turner] Inti. +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Drawn in Blood] [Listen you galloping ham beast of a trollop if you don't stop messing around I'm going to tell everyone what you were up to last summer and then you won't be so cute anymore.

+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Linus] (8 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Kora] The Collective Things +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Kora] Kora: +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Erek Skulason] Dex (5) + Wits (3) = 8+ initiative.
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Kora] Imogen: 16
Linus: 16
Kora: 15
Erek: 14
Roman: 11
Drawn in Blood: 11
The Thing Collective: 10
Spider-Monster: 8

[Kora] Spider-Monster:

Actions: 1. Slice Drawn in Blood! 2. Slice Erek! 3. Slice Roman! 4. Slice Kora! 5. Slice Linus! 6. EAT. Am Hungry, yo. 7. Slice Drawn in Blood! 8. Slice Erek!

Rage 1: Spin web!

[Kora] Thing 1: 1. RUN AWAY.

Thing 2: 1. loll, cannot act.

Thing 3: 1-4. be dead.

Thing 4: CHOMP IMOGEN.

Thing 5: lol. cannot act. MEANIES.

[Drawn in Blood] [1:
R1:
R2:
R3: all claws on the spider monster! Sweet Jesus!]

[Roman Turner] per+pu
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Roman Turner] 1a Claw +4
1b Claw +4

[Erek Skulason] 1a claws on Spider thing, engaging it
1b claws on spider thing again.

[Kora] Kora: 1a. Claw spider. 1b. Grapple spider! Rage 1: Claw Spider! Rage 2: Snarl of the Predator on spider!

[Linus] Initial Action: Block for Kora.
Rage 1: Claw spider Thing

[Slaughter] Shoot thing 4
Shoot thing 4
shoot thing 4
shoot thing 4(+WP)

[Slaughter] Shoot!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1

[Slaughter] damage!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] THING 4 SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 7 (Failure at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 4: stunned, cannot act.

[Slaughter] shoot 2!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4) Re-rolls: 2

[Slaughter] Damage
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 4: x.x

[Slaughter] shoot spider!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Slaughter] damage!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 1: stunned!

[Slaughter] Shoot!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Slaughter] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Thing 1: stunned, eats own liver. Oops!

[Kora] Kora: 1a. Claw!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] 1b. Grapple!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Erek Skulason] Claw +1, -2 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[Erek Skulason] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Erek Skulason] Claw +2 -3 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 10 (Failure at target 4)

[Roman Turner] 1a Claw Spider
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1 b Claw Spider
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] Damn
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [1: WHAM! -2 diff (restrained).]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)

[Drawn in Blood] [So help me god if you fuck with me Kahseeno the things I will do to you...
+5]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Drawn in Blood slams into the two-headed Spider-Monster. There's a crack in the carapace. Though not yet dead, one of the legs spasms, unusable.

[Kora] Spider-Monster: 1 Slice!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Spider-Monster: 2. Slice Erek!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Spider-Monster 3: Slice Roman!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Erek Skulason] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Spider-Monster 4: Slice Kora!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Linus] (Block! Dex 4 + Brawl 1.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Slice Linus!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Kora] 6. EAT. ?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Kora] (Heals 2 Agg)

[Kora] Slice Drawn in Blood!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Last LEG: BROKEN.

[Linus] (Dex + Brawl. Claw Spider.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Linus] (Strength 6 + 1 Claw)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Kora: rage 1 Claw!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Rage 2: Snarl of the Predator
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [R1: WHAM!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [Damn]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [R2: wham]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [Damn]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [R3: wham]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [Damn]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] RAGE BACK YO!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4 (Failure at target 8) [WP]

[Kora] Tally:

I did not keep track of y'alls damage.

Thing 1: 5 Agg, stunned.

Thing 2: 6 Agg, not stunned, but -5 dice means no actions.

Thing 3: be dead.

Thing 4: Imogen killeded me.

Thing 5: AKA THE RUNT. 2 Agg, no longer stunned.

Spider-Monster: so very dead.

[Kora] The whole battle is impossible to transcribe. It happens in a nanosecond. The Garou shake free of the small herd of quadripedal once-humans fighting over the entrails of a dead man - some dead, others still living, bloodymouthed, shaking with need - and launch themselves as the massive, disjointed thing. Two human torsos joined awkwardly at the sternum. Two human heads, one looking forward, the other aft, both so misshapen and pockmarked and blistered by the unmaker that they only gesture at human. There are eyes, lumpen, a ruin of a nose, flesh peeled back from bone for the mouth.

The thing skitters about on sharp, narrow legs, nearly delicate but razor sharp. It moves them almost as one, lashing out with each of them in a sort of whirling dervish of an attack that is enough to shake the Skald holding it free, send her sliding over the slice carapace to the dirt-strewn ground. Imogen levels her weapon, fires at the misshapen human - one of those who escaped the ambush - running right for her, and destroys it before it comes close to tasting her blood, then stops the second, that was running away.

The Garou coalesce on the spider, surrounding it, tear at its chitinous skin with their claws. The thing survives the first concerted assault, then its razor-sharp legs fly out all around, slashing at them. Linus deflects the blow aimed at his sister, enough to lessen it - she emerges, unscathed.

Mid-fight, almost delicate, the thing spears some morsel of organ meat from the cracked chest cavity of its victim. A glistening lobe of lobe skewered with a cracked rib. Devours it, and some of the wounds leaking black blood close.

Linus, Sorrow, Drawn-in-Blood renew their attacks, raging, while the monster begins to extrude a think, rope-like substance that smells sharply of formaldehyde and Elmer's glue from its rear; the modi takes it down, and the thing staggers backwards, collapses on the gleaming ropes of its own webs, a flailing death rattle from which it cannot recover.

--

They hunt the rest down. Tear off the heads without mercy in another span of heartbeats. Even Then it's over. Six corpses - and a fucking two-headed exoskeleton. Even touching the flesh of the Things leaves their fingers burning, as if they'd bathed in pepper spray - but the impact fades with time, as whatever fueled the wrongness leaves the empty corpses.