Earthquakes and Animal Cries on Monday Night...

Monday night the Bawn was rocked by earth tremors many times more powerful than the ones that have plagued it the past 12 days or the earthquake that was exactly two weeks before....

Trees fell, the Bears cried out with mighty roars... the man-made structures all have damage now... one whole wing of the inn has collapsed the two dozen or so kin at the bawn at the time all came away with some level of injuries... three of them found dead... four are unconscious from their injuries...

It is a time like this that the low number, only two, theurges in the sept is truly felt, as both of them are found busily trying to repair things in the umbra, the kinfolk are left to more conventional medicines for now....

In the umbra, the Garou who responded to the call for help tonight find a bleak sight... only about half the spirits that were here two weeks ago are still findable... dozens of umbral markers and structures are gone... Bear and Earthquake both have vanished from the Caern... and now there is simply an incensed Volcano and Twister there... the most powerful spirits in the region now by far...

Ailin, being the ranking Garou still making himself visable, calls those who came to help to help him with rejuvinating the spirits still on the bawn, and after a few, he and the others make their way towards the two Avatars... now they had but one choice, convince one or both of the Avatars to stay as the Totem's of the Caern...

Within moments of the Groups approach and petition... a blast of hot air knocks Jarlson back on his ass, as Volcano roars like a furnace and Twister hisses like winds in the pines at Ailin, knowing that he is the only one able to understand them present...

Ailin turns, looking paler and grim, locking his gaze on Jarlson and the Fenrir who make up the bulk of the sept's membership...

"We have a choice to make... and we must make it before the sun next sets,... Volcano and Twister will not stay as long as Jarlson the Silver and the other Get of Fenris are allowed onto the bawn..." he pauses looking to the group, before continuing, "So, do we tell them we will seek another and risk the caern's death or do we send the Fenrir forth and hope that the reduced defenders can hold the Caern ourselves and that the get of Fenris find a home of their own to aid?" He falls quiet, his tired, thin, unkempt visage indicating that he may well have not slept in days at this point... And the almost hollow look in his gaze hinting at other things eating at him now....

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((note posted, written in Norwegian)) All Fenrir are to report to Erik Haegen, Pride of Fenrir and acting Tribe Elder, to plan our exodus. We are not welcome here at the Glade and will be leaving by this weekend to seek out the ancient Caern as was charged to me by Ambushes in Blood.

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Vahalla is busy finding a campground after packing up all the stuff from the wreckage she could find that was hers and taking the items from the shrines she'd made, since the spirits were gone. only two items she actually had out at the shrines already plus the furs she used to set them on.

so after picking it up and the forge and stuffing her suv full, she finds a campground and has it rented out and will do so for a daily pass each day its needed. All fenir will be given locations.

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