Day 1 – Full Moon
Rena: Any day that start with silver bullets whizzing around your head is a bad day. So today did not start out well. Driven by hunters into what turned out to be a moonbridge was not really what I was expecting when I woke up that morning. Fortunately, the other cubs were with me. Marlowe and I tried to draw the fire away from our comrades, but I have to confess we had very limited success.
We emerged – somewhere. Somewhere cold. We were met by a very stoic gentleman who pointed us to a cave with blankets and * shudder * venison stew. Bearing in mind that having just been driven in lupus form, there were not many clothes to go around, so the blankets were appreciated. The others seemed to enjoy the stew, but I was forced to go hungry as my attempts to forage in the surroundings did not go down well.
Marlow: It could have been worse, that’s the truth of it. Started out pretty promising with being given a free buffet and nearly half the others not eating anything. Managed to swipe a number of food for later of course. Of course, being hunted by your Elders, some using guns, does make you regret eating that 2nd burger, though I did manage to distract them from getting the slower of our pack.
The Moonbridge was weird, but pleasant. Never underestimate the power of any spirit, that’s what I was always taught, though you can be surprised at what they do. We met an elderly Indianish man, who led us to a local cave where we given food and a place to sleep. The Ahroun left for a while, but not entirely sure why.
martin So this will be my pack, this all still seems so new to me, it was surreal sitting in a perfectly ordinary hotel room with three strangers and a wolf. not only that but a wolf that can speak. I felt like I was in a Scooby Doo episode. I should have known that it was the calm before the storm. I had been warned but still I can scarcely believe what happened next, running through the park chased by monstrous beasts and being shot at its little wonder people don’t wander the park at night if this is what happens. chased beyond fear i saw my first spirit with out the aid of my guide. a mouse of all things sitting in a little clearing. then came the bridge. I have never sampled drugs but i am sure that is how the must feel, to be running along a stream of moon light no longer in the world, but out side it, what is this world that I have found myself in?
Mother warned me that there would be nights like this… First the elders put me into a closed space, called a room, with monkeys who smell of wolf and tell me that these are now my pack. Then, before mother Luna has set beneath the earth, we were chased through the woods, tooth, claw and silver bullets biting at our hind paws. The fox fear was on us, but a moment of clarity cleared my senses. Our flight was being driven by the elders! Ahead of us a shining portal appeared and I saw him, The Great White Mouse, an honoured spirit of the caern who may offer his friends escape from trouble. He had opened a portal for us to flee through and following my pack I joined them on the paths of the moon.
The moon’s ways took us to a distant land of cold and leafless trees. There an elder from a different sept told us that we were to take our rite of passage in these lands far from our home. The strange septs hospitality was sufficient, but the food offered did not appeal to the wolf in me, or the bizarre dietary restriction of our Ahroun.
I was sent to a room to meet my new pack with whom I would be undertaking the rite of passage with. We were given food it was not particularly pleasant but it was at least filling and I had a feeling that I may need the energy later. Shortly after we were running through the park being shot at by the elders they seemed to be driving us somewhere. The next thing I know I am following my pack mates over a moon bridge. where we were met by a man who sent us to a cave in which to rest, blankets and food were available. The place was cold and strange one of my new pack brothers whom I had only seen his lupus form asked me to howl at the moon with him of which I am very glad as this caused me to feel more at ease, we returned to the cave and huddled together for warmth and comfort whilst we slept.
Day 2 – Full Moon
Rena: It turned out that there was a cultural exchange going on, and they had sent their cubs to our sept for their rite of passage and they were supposed to run ours. Unfortunately for that idea, we were awoken in the night when they heard that our sept had murdered all their cubs. I didn’t believe them, but standing in the middle of a sept of angry Wendigo didn’t really seem the time to have that debate. We were escorted to the edge of the bawn and turned loose. With what we arrived with and nothing else.
So, on to fun in the wilderness. We headed away from the sept as fast as we could tell – our Theurge seems to be good with the whole navigation thing. Maybe it’s a lupus thing. So we headed away. We talked about what to do, but decided that hunting for food was the first area of concern. We split up and hunted for meat and real food. By the time we were done, the first flakes of snow were coming down.
We made a shelter, as the snow turned to blizzard and our Theurge tried to have a peek into the Umbra – presumably to see what was going on. Unfortunately, he seems to be quite… attuned to the Umbra and would up stepping through. When he came back, he said that the storm was Wendigo being a bit upset and the loss of the sept’s cubs. We hunkered down to wait it out.
Marlow: Things have really gone down the drain. Woken up to (apparently) mournful howling and learnt that the cubs this group set to our Elders have been murdered. Luckily, other than one wolf one wolf trying to start a fight, we managed to leave without problems. The guy spat in my face, though I didn’t react. Probably given him a run for his money, but likely died and I dont want to go down just yet.
Started snowing when we left, so we built a shelter and I had to use a rite to keep things warm and dry. The Theurge tried something with our college student’s phone and disappeared. I thought it was a weird app, but turns out he had just visited the spirit world and came back to tell us Wendigo was causing the blizzard outside.
martin In the words of my generation “what a fuck up” we were sent half way across the world for a right of passage but while out here it seems something major has gone wrong (or if my worst case scenario is correct right) we are now abandoned in some god forsaken wilderness, cold and hungry. I am so glad I have not fully forgotten my scout days. it seems that while we were sent here a group of youngsters was sent to New York for their rite, only they seem to have been murdered. what is happening, is this all part of our rite, it does not seem so the distress seemed very real and even Wendigo is crying for the lost children, did they fall foul of New York as so many strangers do? or worst of all did our elders send us out here simply as a ruse to get hold of these youngsters? what ever has happened I need to get back and find out, there is nothing I can do out here in the wilderness, I need to get and get to the bottom of this and if necessary make sure that justice is served.
Howls of sorrow heralded the interruption of our wait. The elders of the hosting sept had us brought before them where they informed us of dark treachery, the loss of their cubs at the claws of our own sept who were to guide them through their own rite of passage. We could not convince them that there must be an error as the sad tidings had come to them from their pack spirits. The litany and their honour would not let them take revenge upon us but they cast us from the caern’s bawn and forbade us from returning upon pain of death. As we left, one of their Ahrouns, the bearer of a frozen blade, showed his disdain for our Ragabash by spitting upon him, possibly hoping to spark a fight that would allow him to assuage his pain with violence.
Snow fell, covering our tracks as we set out to find our way home. Food, both fresh meat and nuts for the strange Ahroun, was the first order of business once we’d cleared the sept’s domain so we hunted, but once started on our journey we were soon delayed as the snow increased to a proper storm requiring us to make shelter. In a cave woven from fallen branches placed in the lee of a great pine we waited and I sought for a way onwards by peering into the moon’s shadow, instead I slipped through completely leaving my pack mates and heard Wendigo’s lament for his lost children which was powering the storm about us. There would be no avoiding this weather, so we settled down to wait once more.
We awoke to the sounds of mourning, we were taken to a chamber and told that our elders had agreed to undertake their cubs right of passage and they would do ours but that instead our elders murdered their cubs. They said that as we were still cubs they would not punish us for what our elders had done but that we must leave now and if we were ever found in their territory that we would be killed. Some of the pack were obviously not happy with this and wanted to take vengeance out on us a cub for a cub, one even tried to start a fight with the ragabash of my pack. We left their territory at speed and then hunted for food whilst some of the pack foraged for nuts and berries for the vegetarian. A heavy snow storm started we created a shelter grey paw visited the spirits and told us that the storm was the result of a wendigo grieving the lost cubs this worried me greatly did our elders really murder them or is this some terrible accident.
Day 3 – Galliard’s Moon
Rena: During a lull in the storm, we went hunting again to top up on food. The meat hunt was apparently going well, but we who went looking for proper food ran into a bear.
Now when I say we ran into a bear, this was no ordinary bear. Possessed by a bane (probably), it was tougher and meaner than any normal bear. It attacked. First wound in combat! Not as cool as I thought it would be, actually. Healed up before the end of the combat. Not sure it counts in that case…
We took it down and beat it senseless. Grey Paw went sideways again and had a chat to a bear spirit, who apparently asked him to kill the bear. Now, I know I’m a bit more squeamish than most Garou, but I think most people would make that sort of noise when a Crinos calmly walks towards you and rips the head off the bear that you’ve been keeping subdued.
As the snow started up again at this point, we retreated back to our shelter and to the argument with Grey Paw. I understand that as a lupus, he has the whole carnivore thing going but I will convince him of the ethical superiority of veganism. Eventually.
Marlow: Ouch is all I can say. We went foraging again. Decided to help out Rena again as I am not firmly in touch with my inner wolf, so it was off gathering nuts and berries. Got attacked by a bear, who, it turns out, was possessed/corrupted by a Bane. Knew that my first instinct to stab it with my Klaive was right. We both ended up rough and tumbling it, but then the others arrived and it was dealt with. Course, our Theurge says the local bear spirit wants this Bane found and destroyed, so on to that
martin Well our journey home has hit a snag, while out hunting we found our first foe, a bear, of sorts. it seems that this bear was possessed by an spirit of some sort probably a bane. We have to find and dispose of this spirit before it causes trouble for any more innocent creatures. The justice in New York must wait this needs sorting now, before it gets away.
I was enjoying the hunt with my pack brothers the smell of the rabitts fueling my hunger, when we had to go help the two pack mates that were foraging instead they had been attacked by a bear that was behaving strangely we managed to subdue it and grey paw spoke with the spirits to find out what was happening. Grey paw was asked to kill the bear then to find what was believed to be a bane which had caused this to happen with other bears recently. I’m jot entirely sure how to find a bane or how to destroy one I’m hopping that grey paw is more enlightened in this area I shall follow his lead. We were then driven again to take shelter by the snow.