DATE:  Saturday, March 15, 1997
Place:  Caern

This is a re-telling of the fight Untouchables got in on the bawn, and may
not be a complete log.



Serves-Honor dips his head. He sees you have been wounded recently. Will you
   tell him the way of it? 
Broad-Cast replies, ~I certainly ain't going anywhere,~ and gives a 
   good-natured, wolfish grin. ~We'd been out here to try and find the Alpha 
   and tell him we'd been successful in seeking the favor of Mother Fog, and 
   me and Hawkmoon Rises and Grasps the Crescent -- as we're calling him after 
   the Totem Quest -- were heading back to the farmhouse where we were parked 
   up.~
Broad-Cast proceeds to give her account. If she is no Galliard, and insists 
   on making jokes at her pack's own expense and tending to belittle the 
   sacred nature of the forest, it has to be forgiven, but she does have a 
   certain rough charm, and tells it engagingly.
Broad-Cast tells how the trio were going to give the Gnawer Elan a ride back 
   -- and since he was in Hispo at the time he gave them a precious warning, 
   saying there was an unhealthy scent all of a sudden. Then Vincent learned 
   there was Wyrm near, and then they all sort of realized that the shadows 
   just weren't right. At one point they actually flickered, like they were 
   alive like a candle-flame.
Serves-Honor's ears stand up straight. This is similar to a description he 
   heard from those who went to assault the ~Shadow Mage~. Where did this 
   occur?
Broad-Cast says, ~Oh, it was most of the way out of the Bawn, over towards to 
   farmhouse. And they were coming towards us -- like they'd sensed us -- from 
   that direction too.~
Serves-Honor considers this. Continue, please.
Broad-Cast explains how the Gnawer immediately went back for aid -- they 
   weren't sure whether they were stalked or whether they could do the 
   stalking, so they didn't howl anything. As they snuck forwards, they could 
   hear something big and heavy moving towards them with a weird gait, and 
   just the occasional hint that there were other things with it as well. The 
   other things were spread wide, though, and they concentrated on the most 
   obvious target. It was a parody of a Crinos, mostly red-skinned humanoid in 
   form, but without claws, just a wolfish head on top, and -- get this! -- it 
   had three arms, and three legs! Vincent said it reeked of the Wyrm, and 
   when they had a clear shot, they opneed fire, emptying everything they had 
   into it, including Vincent's illegally-tuned taser.
John Wildbear twirls the feather on the thong around his neck 
   absent-mindedly, then pulls his bowie knife and makes another notch in the 
   quill as Broadcast speaks.
Serves-Honor's posture and manner aren't demanding, and he's made no move to 
   assert any sort of authority, but they hold a quiet, unstated assumption 
   that in this time and this place, he is dominant.
Broad-Cast continues to report dutifully enough. She tells how once the thing 
   was wounded, it didn't bleed, but shadow sort of evaporated away from it. 
   And immediately its minions or allies or whatever they were all streaked 
   into the fight. There were six of these, jet black shadow themselves, but 
   four-legged and looking like some sort of wolf-panther cross. Broadcast 
   herself was the worst wounded by their assault, and almost the instant the 
   Untouchables suffered these wounds, the shadow-stuff from the wounds of the 
   chief bane sort of extended thin streamers that latched onto the Garou, 
   sucking further life out of them, and seeming to make the thing itself get
Broad-Cast carries on, explaining now what she hadn't quite mentioned when her 
   tongue was running away with her, that the Untouchables' opponents were 
   real tangible manifestations in the Realm which were obviously the doing of 
   spirits in the Umbra. She tells vividly how she, in Hispo, suffered badly 
   at the claws of two of the shadow panthers, and knew that even though her 
   Philodox Gift meant she could still defend herself, she was losing strength 
   to the leader... ~It was at this point that the cavalry arrived,~ she says. 
   ~There was a howl from off in one direction, and Garou started crashing 
   into sight, and one of shouted out that the tendrils of shadow had to be 
   cut. With all the Garou arriving, I got free of the fight, and nevermind 
   cutting nothing, I was the hell outta there, just praying that I could get 
   so far it couldn't get no more blood out of me. I guess John call tell you 
   better how things finished up.~
John Wildbear grins after he marks his coup. ~Yes. I was one of the ones. I 
   brought down one of the panthers that was besetting Broadcast-yuf here, and 
   Sky's Mantle took down the other one. Stormcloud and Blinks-At-Fire chased 
   yet another one down, and one escaped. Brian and a small group of about 4 
   Garou joined in the battle with the shadow beast and finished it off as 
   well, but not before it gave them all some pretty nasty hits.~ John 
   Wildbear puts his knife back in the sheath. ~All was said and done, the 
   Untouchables survived, as did all the others that fought tonight, but only 
   two or three of us escaped injury. I was injured myself by the dying throes 
   of the cat-thing, but Winter's Wind healed me.~
Serves-Honor dips his head as the story is completed. The Garou have done 
   well tonight, it seems. There were none lost in the battle?
Broad-Cast shakes her great shaggy head. ~I could've wished I hadn't had to 
   run for the hills like someone in a Fox, but no, no one fell. From what 
   John's been saying about the exploits of Winter Solstice, it was just a 
   normal night out in the woods.~
Serves-Honor did not think the bawn itself had become so dangerous yet, 
   though there have been many battles near it of late.
Broad-Cast asks, ~What was that about a mage?~
Broad-Cast says, ~Are you saying we might've been expecting the attack?~
Serves-Honor has heard reports of attacks by a twisted world-warper to the 
   southeast of the Bawn. There was an attack made against him, but the mage 
   escaped and most of the attackers died. His magic used shadows, and 
   cat-spirits made of shadow.
John Wildbear curses. ~That's what those things were?~
Serves-Honor does not know. He was not present at either attack.
Broad-Cast is darkly amused. ~So Untouchables suffered his revenge, and even 
   that was properly smacked.~ Then, after moment's further thought she says, 
   ~Unless that was just a taster. Who should I try and see about what the 
   mage might and might not be able to throw at us in future?~
John Wildbear rubs his new scar unconsciously. ~They hurt like hell. I hope 
   he can't do much more.~