Thread: Of Spirits and Judgement (ATTN: All Theurge and Philodox)

Shadow looks down at Wapoke and nods a half smile on his face for his pack mate. He looks back at the others, sizing them all up.

"So I reckon we should get something done here. Who's a Theurge? How much experience we got going into this shin dig?"

Nikki watches the crowd and listens to the information. She smiles slightly at Cassil and nods a hello.

Sasha looks up at Shadow. Her eyes show more years and knowledge than her 12 year old body.

"I will lead you into the Umbra, I will summon a spirit of memory. I will need everyone's help (everyone throw in some gnosis!) to ensure the spirit we get is powerful enough to force Willow to remember what She saw all those years ago."

Charles hear mention of traveling into the Umbra. He lets out a hard sigh. He begins muttering to himself. "Dammit." He looks up ready to follow the others.

"Well lets' do it then," Shadow says shifting his weight around.

"I'm a Theurge, and although I have little experience, I stand ready to help in whatever way I can."

cassil looks at pitre as he joins her and smiles knowing whats head for them and yet secertly wishing she was worng she know too many a good werewolf has parished in defending the caren and many more could die this very night .

Donovan, catching some stray bits of the conversation walks over to the growing group of people.

"Right now, what's all this about? Heard something about Spirits and Judgment."

Turning to look at Sasha after her comment. "A spirit of memory?"

Donovan now takes a look at all those now gathered, "Anyone want to tell me whats going on?"

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Donovan Meris Finds Justice in the Darkness of the Night
Adren Finrer Forseti

"We're all about to call it quits with sitting around waiting to die and actually do something," Shadow says. "I was bored sitting outside my cave anyway."

Shadow reaches inside his jacket and produces a small hand carved pipe that is ornately decorated with symbols and bits of fur and feathers. He rests the pipe in the crook of his bad arm, cupping it with his elbow so he can use his hand to fill it with tobacco and tamp it down. Placing the pipe in his mouth, he produces a lighter, puffing away until the bowl is glowing bright red. He then proceeds to blow smoke rings, one with in another as he watches the gathered Garou.