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Post by sparkmane on Dec 19, 2016 23:29:54 GMT
Rebuke Technology:
Rank 2 Lupus Gift
Those who are one with nature do not understand technology like those in they city - but they do not need to know the details to see how it hurts their forests and waters and kin. This Gift allows them to channel their Rage into a small spark of Wyld energy, briefly or permanently disabling a human tool. A knife may refuse to cut for a moment, or its handle may snap loose, or its blade may spontaneously twist itself into a useless shape. The first two levels of this gift are generally safe, while the third is often a Veil breach to those who witness it first-hand. One can never know what result this will get them, but such is the way of the Wyld. This Gift is taught by a servant of Griffon or Rorg, or any extinct beast.
The character targets a piece of technology they can see. A Rage point is spent & they player rolls Charisma + Primal Urge. The difficulty is based on the below chart when human-level tools are targeted:
No mechanical parts (knife, crowbar, screwdriver, saw, key) - Difficulty 8.
Chemical parts/Few mechanical parts (dynamite, bullet, match/bolt-action rifle, stapler, door lock, cigarette lighter) - Difficulty 7
Many mechanical parts/Minor computerization (automatic rifle, car, chainsaw/calculator, credit card, garage door) - Difficulty 6
Computerized parts (computer, cell phone, smart rifle, remote-controlled items) - Difficulty 5.
1 success jams the item for one minute, 2 jams it for five minutes. 3 damages the item so that it must be repaired before further use (ST determines how involved this should be based on the item). 5 successes destroys the item beyond repair.
Special: Super-human technology such as that made by Technomages, Cyberdogs, and Weaver entities is always difficulty 10. Fetished items can roll their Gnosis score (Difficulty 6) to resist.
Multiple uses of this Gift on the same item do not stack.
This Gift can target a Weaver spirit at difficulty of the spirit's Willpower to stun it for one turn per success. Multiple uses for this version do stack.
Created by Bite-Like-Cinnamon as an Adren
Approved & ST'd by Draka
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Post by sparkmane on Dec 20, 2016 3:20:13 GMT
Session Start: Mon Dec 19 19:40:37 2016
Session Ident: #dss_Deep_Umbral_Woods
[19:40] * Now talking in #dss_Deep_Umbral_Woods
[19:44] <Trish> 5 /*\ The-Coming-Truth has tried and failed to teach Cinnammon the foundations of Science needed to learn Jam tech. Knowing the young she-wolf could use some recognition, she has issued Cinnamon on a quest to make a new gift to battle toe scourge of the Weaver and swear it in to the Red Talons. Coming-Truth will not be coming, so Cinnamon must find a spirit powerful enough that it knows her language. 5 /*\
[19:46] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*Cinnamon heads to the past - she follows the umbral scents of ice and fur, scents unmarked by even so much as the talcum dust of chipped flint. She searches for the Umbral real of the ice age, of sabre-teeth and wooly tusks and other beasts so great they could survive an endless winter without spark or steel
[19:48] <Draka> ***Cinnamon travels far, and deep, into the Umbral, passing into a region fitting her needs, snow and ice surrounding he, the calls of primal beasts splitting the air now and then, smaller creatures starting at the wolf's presence, skuttling off into the snowy forest***
[19:50] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*Cinnamon bests this weather as her ancient ancestors did. Her large paws spread out and keep her from sinking into the snow, allowing her to move freely. A weaker wolf might ask for a warmer coat - but she is not one to complain.
[19:51] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*Cinnamnon knows of two that fell to the accursed flint. The Mammoth, so mighty, was killed by the flint spears faster than it could restore - and with the mammoths taken by Man, the sabre-teeth starved in this winter. Their rage would easily be enough for her purpose - but may be too much for her to take.
[19:53] <Draka> ***Strange scents carry on the air... a moments efforts would allow her to pick out specific ones.. but before she can think to do so something emerges from the snow before her, a large figure of gleaming ice, frosted with snow, in the form of some sort of primal canid, it roars, a strange, tinny sound, splaying clawed forepaws as it starts to circle Cinn
[19:54] <Trish> ((how big?))
[19:55] <Draka> <standing on all fours its around six feet at the shoulders>
[20:01] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*Social interaction, especially with other wolves, has always been one of Cinnamon's greatest weaknesses. Lacking any other concept. She stands her graind, puts back her head, and lets out a hoooOOWWWWLLLllll of kinship and friendly visit
[20:04] <Draka> ***Lacking in social interactions with wolves she may be, she recognizes an agressive stance when she sees one.. this ice proto-wolf seems to have one thing on its mind and its nothing good for Cinn***
[20:06] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*Cinnamon believes she understands. In this land, anything smaller is prey. Effrotlessly, her body grows; legs elongate and shoulder broaden, until she is in Hipso. She maintains eye contact, but sips her nose to show no teeth* <l> "Your blood flows in my veins. Do not fight me, brother."
[20:16] <Draka> ***The ice wolf backs up as Cinn grows, before diving into a snowdrift to vanish from sight.. not used to prey that changes sizes so dramatically, the path of her search unbarred once again***
[20:19] * Timer cut activated
[20:19] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*Cinnamon thinks that if this was a time that wolves did not hunt together, than it was far colder than any 'ice age' label could describe. Wearing the local fashion but standing out as red against the snow, she walks. She licks the snow now and again, liking this snow that is free of what Man has blasted into the clouds. She decides to find a prey trail - both her targets should be somewhere along it*
[20:19] <Trish> (cut) ts should be somewhere along it*
[20:19] * Timer cut halted
[20:24] <Draka> ***Cinnamon travels for some time, over hills and through gullies... soon finding tracks from at least one of her sought spirits.. large rounded feets, belonging to a mammoth she would figure***
[20:25] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*Looks in the track. She circles around it once, eyes filled with amazement. She has heard the stories, and she has looked in the books. She knows that 'elephant' is 'big' - but she was not prepared for this. She closes her eyes and puts her own paw in the center of that print, hoping to borrow any strength left behind from that stomp. Someday, she will be that strong.
[20:27] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*but, there is notime for that. Her body will only last so long in this cold, and so off she goes. She examines the tracks as Gaia's great hunter. She looks for small ones, or large ones that are sloppy and uneven. These are what the cats will follow, and so she shall follow them to the cats*
[20:31] <Draka> ***Cinnamon follows the great mammoths tracks, soon stumbling across more tracks, smaller then the mammoth's but still decently sized felinid ones, at least four of the great cats***
[20:37] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*she puts her paw in that, too. She knows these cats are not like her; cruel but graceful. Differences aside, she wants to one day take place in the class they held; superpredator. For now, though, she is here for her people. She pads along, using Eagle Eyes and Heightened Senses to keep a sharp eye for her sneaky target & enjoyinmg the warmpth her larger mass gives her*
[20:39] <Draka> ***As Cinnamon stalks along, her heightened senses trigger the fur at her nape to prickle upwards... she's being watched, from where or by how many, she cannot tell yet***
[20:45] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6(stops, but is sure not to act vulnerable. She goes back to Lupus, her place of comfort, and sthe snow is shoived away from her in a circle as she activates Strength of Gaia. She activated Wind Claws, the bitter air swirling around her natural arsenal*
[20:45] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "I am Bite-Like-Cinnamon. I am Sister-of-Sea. I am chosen by the herald of Rorg. My fur is the color of the blood I will give and take for gaia, my charge is as powerful as an avalanche but my paws as silent as the falling snow. My fangs and talons cut sharper and deeper than these winds of ice. I am Gaia's great Hunter and I Kill for Her."
[20:45] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] "I am Red Talon. My people walked with you before beasts became saddled with names and still walk to this day. I am She-who-does-not-Forget, and I remember you. I come to you, to behold your power."
[20:48] <Draka> ***Out slips a feline.. a large one at that.. if Cinnamon recalls the caern's Abullah in his feline form, this sabre toothed beast is easily as large as he is, its true spirit nature recognizable as its pelt changes colors, shimmering to match what it passes by, the feline still seen, but the chameleon-like effect would truly aid it in stealth, it snarls and rowls at her, posture
[20:48] <Draka> shifting, trying first the feline tongue, before its voice goes vague, and whispery as it tries the spirit tongue, seeking any recognition for its words in Cinnamon's expression***
[20:49] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*bows her head* <l> "Your grandchildren have not taught me your tongue. My Moon is too bright to learn the language of spirits."
[20:53] <Draka> ***The great sabretooth glows, expending a bit of its Essence, before speaking in the wolf tongue*** "I am Gleaming Claw, the Winter's Terror... you have truly impressive names..I can read the veracity of them within you. What is it you wish of me and mine, proud wolf?"
[21:02] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "In your day, great cat, Man took the rocks. The rocks where not his, but he broke them and struck them together until they would pierce the flesh ot rhw Wooly Tusk. This flesh was yours and Gaia saw that only should have it. He took it, and took them, and now you are gone. Among many that have fallen, there are none like you."
[21:02] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] "You are the great killer; in my day it is my but I am shamed to say so standing before you. Unlike the others who have fallen you are more than a species - you are an era, you are when Gaia forged us with fur to be stronger than any other beast. The humans took you, and they did not even know they had." 6*she nows her head mournfully*
[21:03] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] "The humans have moved on. They have dug deeper for more rocks and other things from the ground to kill everything around them and to eat everything they see. They draw up your ancient blood and burn it to poison the sky, and they hunt your beautiful grandchildren only for the pleasure of their bloodlust."
[21:03] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] "My teacher, she claims to speak for Rorg. She is a loyal servant of Griffon. She has had both of them give me many powers, but not the power to restore the balance. She has told me to find that power and take it back to the Red Talons."
[21:03] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] "Great cat, Winter's Terror - please teach me the power of what was lost, the rage brought on by imbalance. Let me harness that power to, however I can, take the tools back from Man's hands. This is what I come for."
[21:05] <Draka> <Gleaming Claw,l>"Do your people not have a power to confoud the mantools you encounter in the metal and glass valleys of the men?"
[21:11] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "That Gift is reserved for wolves who walk too closely to men. To use it, you must understand the tools and how they work, you must taint yourself with the Weaver. In exchange for doing so, you learn a Gift that is sloppy, breaking everything around you and yet also only lasting for a few breaths."
[21:11] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "When I kill my prey, I find its neck and I choke it as it kicks away the last of its life. When I kill my enemy, I bite him where I can and pull him apart with great rage. They tell me that you do not kill this way - that you are precise, and effective. I would like my power against Man's tools to be the same."
[21:12] <Draka> <Gleaming Claw,l>"I see... You want to use your Rage, to confound the mantools.. to make their users easier prey? This is.. wise, and ta ctical of you.. Come closer She-Who-Does-Not-Forget... let us see what power you may unlock."
[21:14] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "There is one more thing, Gleaming-Claw." 6*she raises her head*
[21:16] <Draka> <GC,l>"Yes?"
[21:19] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "My teacher, my Elder - she told me to come here and bring this power back for the Red Talons. However... I am Adren. I have risen to far to always do what I am told. Red Talons know the balance and are not the only ones who suffer from to tools of man."
[21:19] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> Gleaming-Claw, it is my wish that you teach this not only to the red-furred, but to all of gaia's hunters, all of us born on the ground from furred mothers. Make this a Gift for -all- wolves, and with this my people will still have it."
[21:22] <Draka> ***The great cat nods slowly*** <GC,l>"You show wisdom in seeking a power those not entrenched in the workings of man can use... and you show honor in seeking to make it available to wolves of all tribes... This can be done."
[21:25] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] "I will protect those who wear the skin of Cat." 6*she swears, even though she was not asked to*
[21:26] <Draka> ***Gleaming Claw nods.. and when Cinnamon gets close enough leans his head down to touch his nose to her brow, energy and light emitting from them both as they seek a syngery of sorts, to birth this new Gift for Gaia's chosen***
[21:28] * Timer cut activated
[21:28] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*closes her eyes and leans back, letting the great cat feel the strength of the one he is giving this too. She flinches at the memories of thinning herds, of pelts slashed by flint, of the sounds of cubs dying from hunger than the final pains of adults dying from the same. As she remembers the cold closing in on the last of these cats, her RTage lights inside her and warms her back to life*
[21:28] <Trish> (cut) ms her back to life*
[21:28] * Timer cut halted
[21:42] <Draka> ***power flows through the cat, into Cinnamon, then back, suffusing their beings, the great cat lifts his head, knowledge of the new Gift known to them both***
[21:46] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*raises her head* <l> "In the world of men, they have words for two animals. If you eat other animals, you are Predator. If you are eaten, you are Prey." 6*she says* "For you, and very few others, nothing that still lives, there is another word; Superpredator. It mean you will never be eaten, and that there is nothing that moves in your territory that you cannot hunt."
[21:46] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "I will do right by your people. I will do right by Gaia. I will spend my life turning back the balance until all beasts again live in Gaia's design. As I work on this, I hope to prove myself, and come back to you so you can teach me to be Superpredator."
[21:48] <Draka> <GC,l>"If any of your kind I've met could do that.. become that... I think it would be you, She-Who-Does-Not-Forget."
[21:50] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "I have swim with Shark and earned his respect. That is why I am Sister-of-Sea. May I call myself Sister-of-Saber?"
[21:54] <Draka> <GC,l>"So long as you honor your compact with me, yes."
[21:56] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*rubs herself against the great cat, fur-to-fur affection like pups in a heap* <l> "I ask too much, Great Cat, but I must ask for one more thing. My gaoru - we share a Caern with all skins and there are many of your grandchildren there. There is a Bon-Bhat who honors us by helping raise our cubs. She does not know my name, but she has old rage for my tribe."
[21:57] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "What can I take to her, to honor her name and rank and work and show her that my intentions are true?"
[22:00] <Draka> ***Gleaming Claw seems.. taken aback by that*** <l>"There are caerns that welcome other skinchangers, the bastet included?"
[22:03] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "The other tribes - they are beginning to learn the Balance from their own folly. They are coming to realize that Wolf cannot serve Gaia alone - we need Eyes and Dreams, Wisdom and Laughter - the things Gaia gave our brothers to share with us."
[22:04] <Draka> <Gc,l>"I do not have anything physical to bring back... but, if she has a pridelands for her bastet, I can pledge warrior cats from my pride to defend the pridelands."
[22:06] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] <l> "You are generous and wise. Please choose those who have earned a reprieve from this chill and I will lead them to my home."
[22:11] <Draka> ***Gleaming Claw lets out a roar, shaking the trees around them.. a half dozen large sabretooths padding out of the shadows, none so big as Gleaming Claw, or with the camo-fur, but still impressive specimens*
[22:13] <Trish> 14[4¦¦5Cinnamon4///14] 6*licks Gleaming Claw's nose once, and gives him 2 Gnosis* <l> "You are truly a Great Cat. I will leave you to your hunt and carry your memory back to those who have forgotton." 6*she turns and bounds off towards not-ice*
[22:16] <Draka> <GC,l>"Goodbye for now, She-Who-Does-Not-Forget... good hunts to you."
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