The Tears of the Wendigo stirred the storm with supernatural force.The cubs lay huddled together in the dark, there crude shelter reinforced by the Rite of the Cardboard Palace. By common consent tireless Martin was charged with keeping watch while the others slept. But all was not well with the pack…
Day 3 Galliard’s Moon (night)
Marlow: It has been a day of mixed blessings today. It started badly with being woken up, bitten by Poledra after Grey Paw had a panic attack and ran off. Managed to get the last laugh though, despite being nipped again while the others were howling. Watching her suffering from the cold was satisfying, though I wouldnt want her to die. On the other hand, we found a human, who is in fact a werebear, when we found Grey Paw. Invited back to his lair, got a couple of good meals and another good nights sleep. Grey Paw managed to get in contact with a Bear spirit and found some info out, managed to find some info on the Bane we are hunting. Rena seemed to get on really well with our host. Might be good to remember that in future.p.
I was woken by the noise of my pack to find that grey paw had panicked and ran out into the snow storm in the middle of the night this was bad very bad even in lupus form it was very dangerous out there i heard marlow still snoring this annoyed me how could he still be sleeping our pack brother was in danger so I swiftly nipped his shoulder to wake him and stuck my head outside to call grey paw back. Grey paws replying howl reassured me he had not gone far
…yet but he would not be coming back so we must go to him the rest of our pack followed I called once more to grey paw to let him know we were following then took a deep breath of his scent and lead the pack to grey paw it didnt take us too long to catch up with him but the cold caused us all to switch to crinos form to endure it, when I found grey paw I imedately sniffed him over to ensure he was uninjured then just as I was wondering where the best place to shelter now was I heard the crunching of heavy feet I sniffed the air it smelt human, but to be out in this storm was strange. he was a giant of a man so I kept alert for trouble but he was very generous and invited us to stays in his cabin we gladly accepted his offer. His fire was very welcoming after the harshness of the wind and the food was delicious i slept well for the remainder of the night_.
Dear diary, I feel like I have fallen off the face of the world, and in a way that is what has happened. Where to begin, well let’s start in our ice shelter. The storm from wendigos sorrow was blowing full force Our side the flimsy yet some how remarkably insulating walls of our shelter. during my watch I noticed that grey paw was also awake, a small of raw fear rising from him. He looked me right in tje eye and I could see how close to panic he really was. I had no idea why but it was clear he needed to head Our side to catch some air and calm down being stuck in the shelter was obviously making things worse for him. seeing his need to be outside I letter him past expecting him to stay close, just calm down and then come back inside. But I misjudged just how panicked he really was. Slowly the others awoke and worried about grey paws location, we decided to leave our shelter and to Looking for him. walking Our of the shelter the cold hit me like walking into a shower of ice after having a shower in liquid nitrogen. The cold sapped all my strength and will, I just followed my pack mates as we trudged after grey paw. after what seemed like an age we came across grey paw in top of the hill cold and shivering we just stood and watched as a very large man approached is through the snow. I don’t think any of is were expecting what came next as he offered us the comfort of his home. He seemed to known what we were and even spoke wolf we’ll enough at least to understand our replies. Cold tired and hungry we followed him to his large log cabin sitting warm and welcoming in the snow. resuming human form I thank our host and spend a pleasent couple of hours sitting eating a pleasant meal and drinking ber before curling up in front of the fire to and fell into a deep sleep.
It was dark, I was warm and surrounded by my pack, I should have felt safe. But something niggled, above us I could hear the whisper of snow falling on snow, the deceptively soft sound of our snow cover compacting and thickening above us.
Dark memories rose unbidden… I was trapped! The avalanche had me buried alive… I had to get out. The surge of emotion almost pushed me to rage, right there in the pack’s holt. Outside! I escaped the blackness into the teeth of Wendigo’s tears, a milky white blow of snow flurry after snow flurry… Much better. Seeking higher ground to get a clear view I heard the pack howling. They had come into the storm looking for me.
Looking to assess the strength of Wendigo’s fury I peer into the Umbra and meet the bear spirit, it thanks us for releasing the corrupted bear but says that there is more help needed. Some darkness has come to a nearby town (Krodor’s Pass). Would we hunt it and clean away the Wyrm’s stench? The eldest would help us out of our current straights.
In the storm the cold is biting and starting to freeze some of the pack when a, larger than life, burly lumberjack comes to our rescue. Unsurprised by our appearance (mixed lupus & hispo) he invites us to follow him to his home where we stay safe till the next day. He generously supplies those most comfortable in homid with makeshift outfits.
Being awoken when one of your furry heat sources leaves was an interesting way to start the day, I suppose, but personally I prefer slightly less worry when I get up. Searching for Grey Paw was something of an exercise in panic. Finally we found him, but by then I was completely lost and our shelter would have Bern destroyed.
Fortunately for us a good Samaritan came by. I do wonder what he was and what he was doing out there in the weather, but it didn’t seem like the right time to ask personal questions. He was kind enough to offer food, shelter and clothing. We had some interesting discussions as he was surprised by a vegetarian Garou (much less an Ahroun – and yes, he did seem to know what that was). He seemed to approve of a good moral stance on the appropriateness of violence and knowing the value of of life. He also gave good hugs. He gave me a horn which can summon ancestor spirits.
Day 4 Galliard’s Moon (Day)
We left the following morning, the storm starting to die down. Fortunately, Grey Paw was able to find a way through the Spirit world. Our Guide through was interesting, rather entertaining Raven Spirit. tried to sell itself as a potential pack totem candidate. Might think about it, he was rather crafty after all.
I later found out he was a werebear and my brother once again spoke to the great bear spirit and told us that the wearbear had information that would help us find the bane so I switched to human form to speak with him over breakfast although the porridge was filling I now wish I had stayed in lupus form a little longer as grey paw was given venison.
Upon awaking we had a pleasant breakfast, with our host. Grey paw then informed is that he had communed with the bear spirit, and he had asked us to help Our host with a little problem he was having. Unsurprised with this turn of events our host explained that there was something wrong at the nearby human settlement, a dark spirit it seemed had made the place its home and he asked if we could investigate the problem and if possible fix it. The storm had died down so we decided not to impose in our host any more than was necessary and head to the town. But how to get there. at grey paws suggestion we crossed the gauntlet. Lost in the dark grey paw once again showed his skill with spirits and called a raven spirit to show is the way to the town, in return we need to stop a local kid from tormenting the local birds. And he gave is something else to think about once this ordeal is over we will need to choose a pack totem spirit, that will take some thought.
Travel through the Umbra seemed wisest but with Luna absent from the sky a guide was called for. A call to Raven brought us a chatty spirit willing to negotiate. Guidance in return for the chastisement of a bully boy with an air gun in the town where we wished to travel, showing him the error of his ways and denying him his gun, a reasonable chiminage it seemed.
I was sorry to leave our kind host, but we couldn’t have imposed on him any more. Raven was a good guide and asked us to educate a young lad in how to treat others. He seemed keen on being a totem spirit. I have a feeling that our Pack will take some time to find a totem we can all agree on, with everyone of didn’t Tribes and Auspices.