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Post by RekKa on Feb 17, 2008 1:56:51 GMT -5
"Heh, no surprises there. Tho' we usually drink in Crinos, so... we usually haf'ta buy the stuff in bulk. It's pretty awesome."
Looks like most of the rest of the caern has gathered around, and Michael comes over to sit with you.
"Just follow our lead," Michael says with a wink. You hear a high, keening howl from across the fire. The rest of the garou go silent. It changes swiftly to a melodic howl, and a few other garou join in a tight harmony. After nearly two minutes of continuous howling, the rest of the caern joins in.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 17, 2008 11:58:39 GMT -5
Jack will howl along with them, trying his best to not sound too discordant or challenging.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 17, 2008 14:34:39 GMT -5
It's so loud that you don't think anyone would hear you, unless you really tried. Soon, the cheerful howling dies off. You feel content, yet excited.
Soon, there are drums, with a heavy driving beat. The caern seems to jump up and dance excitedly around the fire to the beat. Soon enough you're swept up with the rest of them. While dancing, you note that the fire begins to glow an eerie shade of emerald green.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 18, 2008 14:04:00 GMT -5
The rational part of Jack's brain notices the fire and wonders what it means, but the more primal part simply appreciates the pretty color, as he's fairly swept up and intent in the dancing and the drum.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 18, 2008 16:05:25 GMT -5
The color intensifies into a deeper, ethereal green. The glow of the fire has reduced, but it still feels hot. Everyone continues to dance until the beat stops. So, too, does everyone else, and they bow to the flames. They go out in a flash, and you see a proud stag standing in the center of the bonfire.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 18, 2008 23:29:38 GMT -5
Jack whispers to a garou next to him (preferably one he knows): "What is that? It's beautiful!"
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Post by RekKa on Feb 19, 2008 3:03:29 GMT -5
Sings answers you, "Stag, the caern's totem..."
The stag turns to look at each of the caern's members, then bows its great horned head to the group of elders before it. They offer him a large bundle of assorted items, and place it at his hooves. It disappears in a short burst of flame. One of the elders speaks in a strange tongue to it, and it gives one final bow before vanishing.
You hear a loud crack from behind you, and one of the elders shouts, "Be there any concerns and news among us?"
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 19, 2008 9:57:47 GMT -5
Jack will stay silent unless spoken to - he's far too young and new at this to take that much of an active role, and he wouldn't know what to say anyway.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 20, 2008 0:08:44 GMT -5
You listen to a good spot of bickering for only about ten minutes before things die down. Very quickly, you hear someone pipe up on the fiddle, and a random Galliard steps in and starts telling jokes. They're moderately funny. Another Galliard pipes up with a quick recounting of his pack's latest mission. You can tell he's obviously hamming up some of the finer details.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 21, 2008 0:57:21 GMT -5
Jack will watch and learn, for now. His talent isn't exactly in mockery, but he's known to make a snide comment or two every now and then. He's also not exactly interested in being the center of attention - it's harder to get away with stuff when everyone's looking at you.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 21, 2008 3:15:56 GMT -5
Greg stands up, and shouts Sing's introduction above the racket. When the group hears that there'll be a song, and perhaps a dance, it quiets down just a bit. But when her voice first rings, everyone shuts up almost immediately. www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfO6JpR5Ip8 Go watch/listen to that It isn't long after the crescendo that voices chime in with the chorus and all-out dancing ensues.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 21, 2008 23:56:19 GMT -5
(Damn, she has a nice voice. As an aside, how long did you have that planned out? And who knew that Celtic Woman was so popular with werewolves? ) Jack stands gape-jawed for a few seconds upon hearing Sings. I suppose she's named that for a reason! He'll join in the chorus with the rest of the werewolves if he knows it, and will also dance around the fire/whatever. He's no Flatley, but he's not bad at dancing.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 22, 2008 0:13:45 GMT -5
(Mmm, I've been wanting to use that for a while. The lyrics said to me, "Hello, Gaia here." Anyway, Sing's rendition is somewhat more upbeat, but yeah...)
Everyone around you looks like they're having a ton of fun--drinking games, wrestling matches, and heartfelt dancing are all going on around you.
Finally, you hear an uproarious howl, and everyone (in a giant mass of fur) pushes toward the north in Crinos, all-out running and just about tripping over each other.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 22, 2008 9:43:17 GMT -5
Aw, what the hell. He'll join in, switching to Crinos and running and howling along with them. Don't know where everyone's going, but who cares?
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Post by RekKa on Feb 22, 2008 13:35:17 GMT -5
That's the point. About half an hour later, everyone finally returns to the caern. Completely worn out. Though, you seem to have lost a few of the drunkards on the way back.
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