Scarlet Fang

Scarlet Fang
Lupus	Galliard	Silver Fangs
Cliath

The Story so Far:

Scarlet Fang was a Lupus from the wilds in Canada, "protected" Kinfolks in the great forests of this continent. They say I was meant to be, they say I would be the changing point. When I breed true and had my first change. I believed them all. We started as cubs, a small group from multiple tribes, to complete a vision. Even before we had our rite of Passage we had our first adventure. During a Raid our Denmother was forced to Fight a Wyrm creature and his Formori. We did not stand by and watch the fight, we did not flee before the Wyrm, we howled to the Moon and slaughtered the Fomori, Me and the Shadowlord Cub both finished our opponent and went to help the Denmother with the Wyrm creature. He was there first, he hit the creature from the back, and by that hit the Denmother was able to take it down. I was just to slow, not in time. When the rite of passage came and the elders announced that we would form the pack of five souls at once according the Vision, I was not to become the Packleader, the Shadowlord would become. I did not accept this, No Silver Fang would take commands of a Shadowlord, not even a Cubfriend and comrade in arms against the Wyrm. The Challenge I did not win, not meant to be they stated. We go on, three years later, we know what to do, where to go, what to except. All by the visions of Elders and stories of spirits. But is was not meant to be, too focused on this quest we did not see the simple threat. I still do not know if we were betrayed or this enemy was on the right spot on the wrong time. The ambush worked, we were going to die. We prepared for a last stand, when our pack leader ordered us to run. He would hold them long enough to get us out. When the fighting began we ran, well not all of us, The Get Ahroun lost his mind and fought besides our leader, we could hear the fight while we ran, all the way, and I have good ears. I still hear them at nights, just past the next hills, fighting, cursing, calling for help. We survived, the Elders were wrong, well not according to them, they were not wrong, they made a mistake. So we lost our pack, our spirit and some say our will. Now we go on, we go to Europe to refresh, to find ourselves again, and to form a pack again with other werewolves, Wolves that give us new insight, new ideas and better focus. Blue Pelt? I heard of this place, that Shadowlord told me stories about Shadowlords there, and the hard fight they have in Delft. Maybe we are welcome there, maybe we can fight the wyrm there.

Sessions

Prelude.

How I met your alpha. We arrived at Schiphol by Weaver transport and continue by "arranged " car to the area of the Blue Pelt. The legendary Caern of Prosperity where the fight against the Wyrm has been trying for over ten years. This will be the place where we can start fresh. We came in through the Hood, as D called it. Lucky our outfits fit in the "hood". Looking around on the umbra we see a lot of Weaver, a lot of Wyrm and not a lot of Wyld. So we talked to a river spirit you wolfs call the Vliet. It helped us to the right direction, now once there we heard them. Their howls telling us this is our terrain. We do not understand, where are the Garou? We find Wyld being attacked by the Spirals, seconds later they no longer can. We cannot stay, we must run, there are too many. We escape, we need Garou. I call out for Garou and while we wait to fight off Spirals the help is coming. Members of the Pack Alias come to fight beside us and guide us to the Caern. Here at the Moot we are greeted briefly and prepare for the long night, or should I say fight.

11 juli sessie. Hoewel ik te laat was voor het openen van de Moot was ik op tijd voor het wat hier is de traditie van het verdelen van de taken. En ondanks het feit dat ik en mijn twee oude roedel maten al honderd keer hebben gezegd dat we geen pack zijn werden we weer verkozen om een belangrijk gedeelte van het gebied te verkennen. Ditmaal mochten we naar het Hof van Delft, we hadden wel wat meer garou-kracht nodig. Dus ik koos argues with gaia, en hij koos Jaagt bij Nacht om onze groep te versterken. Om geen problemen te krijgen over wie vanavond besloot wat te doen hebben we even op traditionele fianna manier het besloten. Aangezien we geen Ahroun in de groep hadden besloten we dus te matten. Jaagt was in dit geval de sterkste en hij leiden ons via de umbra naar het Hof van Delft. Daar aangekomen zagen we de ellende van de wijk en het voornamelijk probleem drugs en de tags. Ook kwamen we een kleine bane tegen die met trommels bezig was. We besloten een drugsbane aan te pakken en gingen een plein op. De banes kreeg versterking van vijf Spirals en na een heftig gevecht hebben we ze gedood en de omgeving gereinigd. Om te hergroeperen en herstellen zijn we vervolgens terug naar de Caern gegaan om daar onze innerlijke energie te herstellen en Hulp te vragen om onze theurge weer in staat te stellen om onze wonden te genezen. Nadat we verteld hebben wat we hebben gezien zijn we terug naar het Hof gegaan verder de situatie bekeken en aangezien er kennelijk duidelijk was dat er Garou in dit gebied liepen waren alle Wyrm wezens in het meest donkere gat gekropen dat ze konden vinden. We hebben nog gekeken bij Voordijkshoorn maar met onze groep al verzwakt en een aantal tegenstanders gewapend met zilvere kogels hebben we daar besloten terug te trekken voordat de veil gebroken werd. En nu klaarmaken voor onze strijd in Hof van Delft. Scarlet Fang Met Loyal Stalker, Argues with Gaia, Jaagt bij Nacht en Greets the Sun.

Rank:

Cliath

Pack:

former The Five souls not a part of the Blue Pelt Sept

Positions:

None

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