DATE:  Thursday, September 25, 1997
Place:  Lake Arthur Island

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Western Side of Arthur's Island
Contents:
Merin
Cassandra
Andrea

Dana arrives from the eastern side of the island.
Cassandra is sitting on a fallen log, near where Andrea is setting out candles 
   for the ceremony. She is grinning, but the expression fades as more people 
   make their way up from the beach.
Touch Deer comes scrambling out of a manzinita bush.
Touch Deer walks up and out of the cave, looking solemn as he heads for Cass. 
   He nods at everyone, but doesn't say a word.
Andrea says dryly, "Just don't blow out the candles. You might get more than a 
   wish." She looks up as more people begin to come in the area, but she 
   continues the preparations. Only when Dana arrives does she wave someone 
   over to help.
Cassandra snorts, but the smile returns as she sees Touch Deer. "Careful 
   whatcha wish for, ya might get it, huh? Yo, man. Feelin' better?"
Merin leads the Untouchables contingent up from the beach. Probably in 
   contrast to some of the others of her pack, she looks both relaxed and at 
   ease, her hands tucked halfway into the pockets of her jeans.
Touch Deer adjusts his new deerskin shirt. "Skin's still tight, and it itches. 
   Mostly it's all healed over...damn shirt. I haven't actually worn a shirt 
   for...three years?"
Cassandra leans back a bit, pretending to consider it. "Ain't you been cold? 
   You'd think you'd'a frozen it all off by now not wearin' clothes up here."
Touch Deer smoothes his shirt down and stretches his arms, wincing slightly. 
   "My great-grandfather taught me how to just let the cold go through you, 
   how to accept it and not fight it. Being able to keep a wolf's form in the 
   coldest months was a great help, though." He directs a wry smile down at 
   his Fury packmate.
Dana comes in with David, and gives Andrea a tentative smile, Cassandra and 
   Touch Deer getting more reserved nods of greeting. At the beckoning, she 
   steps forward, tucking loose strands of blonde hair back behind her ear in 
   an unselfconscious gesture, attending the theurge solicitously.
Cassandra grins back at Touch Deer, but glances over at Andrea and Dana. "You 
   two nee any help?"
JJ Malone's dressed in monochromatic black and white, a la Reservoir Dogs. For 
   once, no cigarette is in her mouth, and she looks edgier for the lack.
Andrea shakes her head, looking about. "At least, I'd thought to ask Dillan or 
   Cutter." She rocks back from the complicated circle that's scratched into 
   the ground, with colored sand marking the four quarters. The candles stay 
   where she's set them, unlit, also at the four directions.
Cassandra snorts, though she's grinning. "Fine, -I- see how it is." She gets 
   quiet, though, and wanders over to the far side of the clearing to lean 
   against a tree until called.
David Cox takes a few deep breaths, then looks back at the book. "This won't 
   exactly be the most fun I've had."
Touch Deer looks about, directing his question at Andrea and the mages 
   present. "How tough do you expect this to be?"

Andrea shakes her head. "The ritual will be harder than the combat, I think. 
   Even with two Garou aiding in the ritual, our packs should be able to 
   handle the physical."
Touch Deer nods, satisfied, and turns his head skywards.
Dana slings off her backpack while David studies things, pulling out her own 
   contributions to the arrangements. Around the candle of each quarter she 
   places a small, handwoven wreath of flowers: east is primarily blues and 
   greens, south yellows, west oranges and reds, and north pure white, mindful 
   of the sand.
Touch Deer moves to stand next Cass as he makes a short announcement. "I'm 
   taking off my clothes now, before the ritual is begun. I apologize now for 
   the way I look, but there isn't anything I can do about it." He quickly 
   removes everything but his loinclout, placing the deerskin clothing 
   somewhere out-of-the-way of the ritual.
Touch Deer's skin, starting at the collar bone and continuing down straight to 
   the tops of his feet, is hideous to behold. Burn scars cover at least 80 
   percent of his flesh, with only the occasional patch of skin here and there 
   remaining unscarred. Black in the worst places (especially around his 
   hands), and a pale pink or yellow everywhere else, this young warrior 
   obviously nearly died recently from some near-total inflamation of his 
   body. Where he was once fairly handsome in face and body, it's just his 
   face that remains at all attractive; musculature once clearly defined over 
   his sturdy body is half-hidden thanks to the twisted and warped appearance 
   of his skin. His hands are the worse, as their blasted appearance almost 
   makes them seem skeletal.
JJ Malone looks Touch Deer up and down, and grunts, unphased.
Dillan, unlike his packmate, does most certainly -not- look at Touch Deer.
Andrea, Dillan, and the two mages pull a little to one side, conversing in low 
   tones. While they talk, Andrea anoints each with a daub of reddish-brown 
   paste. She gets David to do her own.
Dillan goes crosseyed, trying to see what Andrea's done. He's quite obviously 
   the least experienced at the mystical arts of the bunch.
Merin shifts positions a little, her gaze lingering on the indian a moment, 
   but only a moment.
Andrea leads the others back to the circle. She first treads gingerly in the 
   center, and removes the covering to the book that was only loosely 
   shielding it. That done, she again retreats, being careful not to smear the 
   lines. Only then does she take up her position. The Garou around might 
   notice it's not her normal position in the north, but instead at the west 
   quarter. She asks the Garou around the circle, "Everyone ready?"
It's not quite as obvious as Dillan expects. Dana seems about as out of place 
   in things as he does, now that the flowers are placed, and almost 
   constantly and obviously looks at David for non-verbal cues.
Touch Deer says "Ready."
JJ Malone pulls her gun from under her jacket, and chambers a round. "If it 
   bleeds, we can kill it. If it doesn't, we're screwed." She gives a glance 
   to Merin, Touch Deer, and Cassandra, and moves to stand nearest Dillan.
Touch Deer is with Cassandra, not paying any close attention to JJ's actions.
David Cox looks to JJ and says, perhaps too calmly, "Might want to have a few 
   in the Spirit World. That's part of why you're needed."
"Really?" Cassandra leans over to Touch Deer, speaking in low tones. "I 
   thought we were here for live coverage."
Dillan turns to look at JJ, a brow raised. "Man, that was /cheese/." The 
   Shadow Lord shakes his head and looks at the book. "Don't look so scary," 
   he mumbles, shrugging. "Ready."
Touch Deer glances at Cass without smiling. His attention is on the circle and 
   Andrea, mostly.
Merin glances at JJ, and then nods, as if to say we'll both take it. She then 
   prepares to slip sideways.
Andrea glances at David, then says, "Stay. Patrick is on the other side. If he 
   sees it manifest there, he will call."
JJ Malone gives an unimpressed look at David, then smirks good-naturedly at 
   her younger packmate. "Have to have something to go with your wine. Watch 
   yourself, kid," she tosses out, then follows after Merin without question.
Dana stands where she is, arms crossed at the wrist and hands folded together 
   in that position, looking from David to Andrea to the rest of the Garou and 
   back, looking lost and not a little uncertain of things.
Cassandra slides down the tree she leans against to sit at its base, 
   apparently just waiting for something to happen.
David Cox looks around the circle, then raises his arms, calling, "By rites 
   ancient and powerful we have prepared this place. By rites handed down from 
   the priests of Mercury, we call, stir, and summon the Lords of the 
   Quarters. We call to the Gnome, living in the earth, he who digs through 
   the earth, granting its goodness of both wealth and life. We invite you 
   here, Mighty Gnome, and grace us with your presence." He turns to Andrea 
   and nods slightly.
Touch Deer shifts into Crinos form.
Scab-Survivor takes the warform after David speaks, set for whatever occurs.
Andrea does as David did, turning to light the candle behind her as she 
   readies the call. She opens her hands to both sides, and tilts her face up. 
   "We call to the quarters, to bind what should not have been loosed to the 
   depths of unlight, to banish it from the land of the sun. We call to the 
   Undine, dweller of the deep waters, those that swim in the dark places and 
   ride the towering waves. We invite you hear, Honored Undine, and grace us 
   with your presence."
Dillan listens intently to the other two, pausing longer than either before 
   starting his own summoning. "Uh, right." Auspiscious begining. "'k, so, 
   like, Big Sal an da Fire, we be jackin' fo yo presence in the crib. Uh, 
   place be chillin', ready to throw down and show down, no time to slow down. 
   So, c'mon down, we be ready for both the OG's in the place."
A grin spreads across Cassandra's face as she listens to this, but she does 
   manage to stifle a laugh.
Scab-Survivor's head turns, slowly, to regard the young Shadow Lord with 
   slightly-masked confusion.
Dana seems taken aback and momentarily flustered at Dillan's call, and gives 
   David a quick glance in confusion. Embarressment floods through her a 
   moment after, and she looks away, eastwards, closing her eyes, expression 
   smoothing. Calm once more, she takes a deep breath and puts her arms up, 
   outstretched as if in welcome. Her voice starts, and stays, soft. "By rites 
   handed down from the priests of Mercury, we call, stir, and summon the 
   Lords of the Quarters. We call to the Sylph, elusive and soft, she who 
   travels the currents of wind, granting us solace and life. We invite you 
   here, Gentle Sylph, and grace us with your presence." Her summer-blue eyes 
   open then, and she turns to her left to face David, completing the circle.
David Cox calls out, "And so is the circle complete, and the Rulers of the 
   Elements stand watch over our working tonight. May they guard us, and watch 
   as we banish this beast to the nether Hells." He turns his attention to the 
   book, calling out, "In the name of the bene elohim, I abjure you to come 
   out of that which binds you to this world!" He reaches into a pocket, and 
   pulls out a flint knife.
The book quivers and rocks slightly where it sits.
Scab-Survivor tenses and shifts to a slight crouch, claws out in front.
JJ Malone tenses and shifts on the balls of her feet experimentally, eyes 
   actively scanning the treeline with keyed-up tension.
Cassandra stands up, mock-casually, and begins stretching out a bit, eyes on 
   the book.
Andrea pulls from her own multi-colored pouch wire shaped into a multi-spoked 
   wheel. At the center hub, a sharp end of metal pokes on either side. The 
   theurge bloods her right forefinger on the wheel, saying, "In the name of 
   the shinanim, I abjure you to come out of that which binds you to the 
   world."
Dillan just shakes his head, a little dubious. He retreives a glow-rod from a 
   jacket pocket, looping it around a wrist. "In the name of the Tar-shin-im," 
   the Shadow Lord takes his time with the unfamiliar word, "step up to the 
   plate, bitch."
Dana slips her hand into her pockets, pulling out, of all things, a set of 
   keys. Again, with embarrassment, she lifts the keys and faces east, shaking 
   them. In the growing solemnity of the ritual, the eerie, jingling noise is 
   appropriate counterpoint to her gently imploring voice. "In the name of the 
   hayyoth, I abjure you to come out of that which binds you to the world."
David Cox lifts his arms again, flint knife still in his right hand, and cries 
   out, "In the names of these orders are you called out. By the holy sefiroth 
   of Geburah, Tiphereth, Netzach, and Hod, I command you, Dri'hrathi'razean, 
   out of that tome and send you back to the Nether Hells from whence you 
   came!" With the last, David slices across his own left palm and flicks some 
   of the blood towards the book, along with a vial of water he pulls from 
   another pocket.
No flash of thunder accompanies the culmination of the breaking of the 
   binding. Instead, a more subtle affect begins to evidence itself. A slow, 
   seeping shadow starts to bleed from the book and after a few moments begins 
   to coalesce above it into an amorphous mass that hisses in sibilant tones 
   of hatred and hunger.
Scab-Survivor looks quickly in Quiet's direction, for some indication that 
   it's time to attack.
JJ Malone glances back over her shoulder, hands tightening around her gun even 
   as she holds it down and at the ready, looking to Merin. Merin, like 
   Scab-Survivor, seems to be looking to Quiet for what to do.
Andrea holds up one hand as the spirit comes together, indicating the fighters 
   should wait until the thing has fully come out.
Scab-Survivor flexes his scarred claws slowly in anticipation.
As the creature of shadow begins to form, vaguely bipedal in shape and about 
   seven feet tall, it's hissing voice flares with hatred as what one can 
   imagine is it's head turns over the clearing and stops to rest on the 
   young, blonde haired mage. It almost seems ready to throw itself at her, 
   but holds back, saying,"Wait, children of Luna. I know of what you attempt 
   here. But there is something I hold that is worth more to you than my 
   destruction."
Scab-Survivor is a pitbull on a leash, and that leash is Quiet. With a word or 
   nod, he will very clearly leap at the thing.
Dana takes an involuntary step backwards as the thing's gaze comes to rest on 
   her, fingers convulsing around her keys reflexively, knuckles turning white.
David Cox mutters, "Why do the damned things always want to bargain?" Louder, 
   he calls out, "By Tzaphqiel, archangel of the sephira of Binah, Ruler of 
   Understanding, speak clearly, before you are returned to your home in 
   disgrace."
Dillan ventures a guess before any of the other Garou. "Crack?" he asks, voice 
   laced with discernable sarcasm.
It says quickly, the shadows that compose the demon's form writhing like 
   sinewous snakes,"The key to defeating the enemy of the Children of Luna. 
   Their Enemy is not my master. My Lady seeks to destroy it as well."
Cassandra rolls her eyes, snorting laughter at Dillan's suggestion. "Yup, he's 
   on it all right."
JJ Malone seems about to speak up, and barely catches herself, eyes sweeping 
   around the rest of the forest in addition to keeping some of her attention 
   on the thing at the center.
David Cox raises an eyebrow, but calls, "By Gabriel, archangel of the sefira 
   Yesod, the Foundation of knowledge, of which enemy do you speak?"
It replies sibilantly,"The Father of Three Faces."
Scab-Survivor snarls under his breath, obviously not happy with this turn of 
   events.
Cassandra leans back against the tree, folding her arms across her chest. She 
   shoots a look over at the Crinosed Ahroun, then at the mages. "He talkin' 
   about the Wyrm? I'd love t'know, but not enough t'be willing t'deal with a 
   demon fer it. Like cuttin' a deal with pushers."
Dana, still clutching the keys in her hand, unconsciously wraps her arms 
   around her torso, holding her chin up and looking at the tall demon in a 
   show of bravado that is obvious to anyone perceptive to it.
JJ Malone growls lowly at Cassandra's final comment, a muscle of her jaw 
   twitching with the effort to rein in the flare of anger.
David Cox snorts. "No deal, demon. One can sell one's soul to Evil regardless 
   of the face it wears, and the ends never justify those means." His voice 
   rises into more of a cadence, more his ritual voice than conversational. "I 
   call upon Raziel, ruler of Chockmah, the Holy Wisdom, and upon Michael, 
   General of the Armies of the Lord, to bind thee fast and hold thee where 
   thou canst not devour the innocent of this world."
It starts back a little bit, heading turning to Dana again, it's movements 
   quick and angry before the names David speaks brings it's head around like 
   a summoning. Enraged, it starts towards him, bellowing,"Then you will die!"
Dillan reaches for his back. "Shit, I got a gat, I'll drop a cap in gee and 
   end it right here." He looks to David, awaiting a go-ahead. "And that seems 
   like a good reason," he comments, hearing the death threats.
David Cox nods hastily at Dillan before nodding at Andrea, who continues, "By 
   the seven angels of punishment, the malake habbalah, by Kushiel, Lahatiel, 
   Shoftiel, Makatiel, Hutriel, Puriel, and Rogziel, I call the power of 
   Geburah, the Strength of punishment, upon the binding, to keep you from the 
   innocents of this world!" She flings the slightly bloody spiked wheel at 
   the thing, almost like a shuriken.
Scab-Survivor lowers himself quickly for a pounce, waiting for the signal.
Cassandra straightens up, grinning unpleasantly. "Welcome to the ball, lords 
   and ladies. The dancing will begin shortly." She shifts down to the 
   near-wolf and looks at Andrea and David for their signal.
Cassandra shifts into Hispo form.
On cue, Dillan starts emptying his Glock 9mm into the demon, hoping JJ's 
   earlier quote proves to be useful. The theurge fires off three quick shots.
Weapons thunder as Garou claws and teeth strike in concert. The Wendigo and 
   Fury are thrown back and away by mighty, heavy limbed blows. The Wendigo's 
   wounds painfully reopen as he slams into the ground. The members of 
   Untouchables continue to unload lead into the beast, but it only seems to 
   slow it down slightly. As the beast approachs David, the members of the Fog 
   pack move to the traditional war form, and drive it back. It hesitates 
   under the flurry of blows, screaming with rage. Then, with lightning speed 
   it moves for the other Mage present, to whom the path is far more clear.
Scab-Survivor snarls in frustration at the scars which have reoppened, and 
   makes a leap for the beast again.
Amidst the chaos, shooting, and fighting, David calls out clearly, "By 
   Metatron, sustainer of mankind, and Camael, minister of divine justice, I 
   call upon the wrath to send you back from whence you came!" Once again, he 
   flicks his own blood towards the demon.
Mark-Of-Thorns too snarls as she rolls to her feet, the sound unmistakably 
   threatening. She means business, now, racing up to the demon and throwing 
   herself at it, seeking a hold with strong jaws.
At the west, Andrea yells out, "By Soqed Hozi, appointed by God to the Sword, 
   I tell you to stand fast, demon, and be punished!"
The demon manages to to break free of the three Garou it's currently engaged 
   with though the Glasswalker makes it pay with a powerful swipe that lands 
   before it can break away. The sprint after the creature as it reachs the 
   edge of the circle. It's claw swipes towards Dana's midsection, threatening 
   to cut her in two. The young blonde manages to dart to the side at the last 
   moment, and the blow only opens relatively shallow cuts along her ribcage. 
   It pulls up short in that swipe do both to some unseen force and the Black 
   Fury slamming into it, though it leaves Dana's shirt torn and blooded as 
   the wounds flow freely. The young mage keeps her feet and stands her ground 
   though as the demon locks dead still, snarling in rage and pain as shadows 
   start to unravel from it. Then, the Garou begin to tear into it with a 
   vengeance. Shadow and spirit flesh flies as claws rend and destroy in 
   Gaia's name. Within momemts, both the unseen forces and then more tangible 
   ones of the Garou's assualt destroy the spirit, turning it form to 
   nothingness. It lets out a loud, long, desolate howl that echos into the 
   night and leaves those that hear it with a chill in their bones they can't 
   shake til the sun rises again.
The four around the circle take the time to dismiss and thank the Rulers of 
   the Quarters, though the circle seems to have been already well and truly 
   broken, between the demon & the other Garou. David takes a deep breath and 
   shakes his head. "Nasty brute."
Mark-Of-Thorns shifts up to homid and looks around, making a face. "Son of a 
   bitch. I was curious, but I ain't stupid."
Mark-Of-Thorns shifts into Homid form.
Dillan shifts back down to homid, screams and bitches about something hurting 
   a fuck of a lot, and goes back to Glabro. The theurge doesn't look as bad 
   off as his complaints would suggest. "Ow."
Cassandra walks over to the mages' circle. "Yeah. Ow. Son of a bitch," she 
   repeats. "Everybody cool?"

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