Cobolymancs

[Sablepaw]

*I'm still not sure how the Doe is about to react but when she seems even brighter I feel it's a good sign. But her question baffles me a lot... and of course I'm going to try to give an honest answer as a question came from a Spirit and questions need answers.*

<Which one gave me... respect and kindness towards Pure Spirits?>

- /Spi/ Maybe the Listening Moon, the Luna-Crescent. Maybe Old Wolf of the Woods. Or maybe Gaia? I do not know...

*I like the way she addresses me and not only her words but her mere presence give me much hope and relief. While she's licking me I feel like a pup again, even more so when I was getting in the mood; maybe because this reminds me on Buzzard's Song when she washed me and my littermates but it's even more wonderful. And with the agony decreasing and finally all the pain washed away I feel so much gratitude and joy I'd love to rush around and leap at her with playful nibs but I remember to stay on my back in order not to scare her away because Shy Prey Beasts play differently and so do their Spirits. But the unburdening and the delight still paints my gaze and makes my paws wobble in the air.

And then, she runs in circles around me and sends those astonishing feelings to wash the reek and the darkest feelings away and she sends me into some kind of sensation I've never experienced before...

... After the Ritual I sniff the air and look for the scents, prints or signs of the Doe Spirit... I'd love to thank her so much even though I can't remember how it ended. No signs of her - except this great feeling of being pure and healthy and joyful and the Oath I remember and will never break. But I still howl for her to praise her and her kin in the Tongue of Spirits; I haven't felt so much relief and happiness for a long time and I need to express it somehow and howling is always a good way to express things. I roll a bit about in the snow at a spot where I left some and I jump on my healed legs, trying them out. It's like I was never wounded! I change into my Giant Wolf form and start running around merrily with my tongue lolled - I can even play with the Spirits now!

But I have a duty and that prevents me from losing myself to my instincts and wolf-heart completely. Griffin didn't guide me to safety for frolicking around so I shake the Spirit-snow off my pelt and start moving quickly towards the edge of the Forest again near the Twoleg-Path but I remain further away and hidden from malicious Spirits. I screen the environment for scents of White Raven when I remember... that his scent is always very stale and can hardly be tracked for reasons unknown. It'd be tempting to peek from the Spirit-Wilderness to check what happened to the Sign-Carriers or to try to find White Raven but I'd have to go too close to the Foe-Spirits while not paying attention to them which would mean Death or worse. I decide to return to the Earthly Lands instead and start stalking closer to the place I've last smelled Black Sign on White Pelt and the Twolegs and the Empty Ones who gathered under it. I also try to catch the scent of the Shadow Lord. I'll probably howl for him but not before checking what happened to the Sign of Griffin's Prophecy...*

Continued
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*The White Doe-Hind looks down upon Sablepaw and listens to her plea with all due empathy. It's a silent, patient spirit, so it waits until she finishes her words and her offer, and then some more. Its glowing white countenance becomes, if possible, even brighter, like Luna Herself, at the sworn generousity.
Finally, it begins to communicate.*

-/Spi/ Born of Gaia, picked by Griffin, favoured by Wolf. Which of them, this one wonders, gave you your kind heart and humble tone? This one is delighted to know that you shall spare this one's fleshy children for a full Cycle, and feels that you shall not break any spirit oath. So shall it be. This one shall heal and cleanse you now, Gentle Wolf of the Three Claw Marks.

*The entity steps closer to the laid-down Garou, carefully moving its head to her leg. It needs no time to search and analyze, for it probably knows all there is to know already. Upon meeting no resistance, it proceeds to lick her claw wound, instantly closing it and removing any sign of damage completely, almost taking away the very memory that she's been struck there.
It moves on to her upper body, licking her neck and head now with its celestial tongue, healing the shock-damaged tissue perfectly, relieving the burden it caused on her lungs and heart. This is so pleasant, Sablepaw could jump with joy, and it certainly ends far too soon.
The Doe-Hind now lifts itself again, beginning to run circles around her, warping the Umbral air around her. Again and again, it seems as if the entity would send waves after waves of cleansing spiritual energy, biting deep and strong into the blackness that crept its way into the Cliath these last couple of days. Its hooves make the snowy ground tremble rhythmically, putting the Red Talon herself into some kind of a trance.
It feels so uplifting.
It feels so purifying.
She does not know how much time has passed since the beginning of this strange, but glorious ritual, but when she suddenly regains her consciousness, she feels as if she had fallen asleep. It takes a while for her to be able to recollect what has just happened - or should have happened.
There is no sign of any White Doe-Hind, nor any scent trails, or hoof marks. In fact, there is absolutely no evidence whatsoever that it has been here at all, the forest itself has also resumed its normal scents, sounds and activity. The night still reigns without any sign of the dawn, and when Sablepaw stands up, she finds all her wounds completely gone and her spirit refreshed.
The deal has been fulfilled.*

+1 Willpower.
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[Sablepaw]

*It takes too much time and the constant focusing and howling exhausts me further. The appearance of the curious fawn doesn't help much, I must keep on calling the Healer Spirit.
When I realize she appeared and she's gazing at me a little bit of hope fills me but I try to be careful not to scare her away. My whines are more silent this time...*

- /Spi/ Graceful Doe-Hind, you're here! Please, help me! I'm injured and reeking of the stench the Foes left me with...

<Maybe she waits for something to offer...>

*I'm still nearly motionless only slightly raising my recently hurt paw and although I experienced a "Fake-Spirit" of deception not so long ago, which actually caused most of my injuries I fully trust the Doe who appeared.*

- /Spi/ I've made an Oath to a Fawn not to hunt your kin until New-Leaf Season arrives. I promise I won't hunt your kin... or any young... cubs of your wild, uncorrupted hoofed brood for a full cycle of year if you help me, heal me, and purify me... please... help me... help me!

*It's an even greater sacrifice to further limit my diet but I'm not really sure about how to appease these Prey Spirits if not by sparing their earthly kin... I'm still lying on my back, waiting for the Spirit to finally answer... or do something.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*It takes a while to find just the ideal spot for this summoning, as winter moods and the proximity of twoleg-Weaver "civilization" interfere, but a forest is still a forest and has an infinite number of wonders to present.
Especially in the Umbra.
It doesn't take long for this small clearing to be cleared of snow and leaves at the right spot, offering a herbivore's "sacrifice", as it were, and Sablepaw shifts into her birth form to begin the ritual.
Her howling resonates as majestically as ever through the vast woodlands, perhaps even more so, as the valleys and the mountains themselves echo her voice. The plant-spirits in the vicinity all fall silent, their whisperings wither away in their awe of the Garou, Gaia-given masters and caretakers of the Spirit Land.
Her cry flies out again and again, and even this cub-like begging for help sounds like a victory trumpet in all its musicality. Finally, after sufficient time, the baby fawn seen and played with earlier appears on the clearing again, curiously eyeing Sablepaw before running a circle around her and fading into the mist again.
Did the rite fail? Is it any use at all? Regardless, the shaman continues for a while more, and just before she'd finally give up on it, suddenly, a glowing white head appears from behind a tree at the edge of the glen.
That of a doe. Thank Griffin.
At first, the spirit simply stares out, watching the Garou's every move like a frightened animal, except this one emits no fear, surprise, or any other sort of emotion whatsoever. It just stares. Then finally, it moves out of its "hiding place" and takes on the ground of the clearing with graceful steps. The White Doe-Hind is a larger-than-life manifestation of its living kin, with soft, silky fur as shiny as fresh snow. Its gracefulness is a delight to the eyes. Stepping closer and closer, it finally stops at about a leap's distance from Sablepaw, still gazing down at her with its large, deep-dark eyes.
But it doesn't say, or do anything. Yet. What could it be waiting for?*
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[Sablepaw]

*After my long journey with Old Wolf of the Woods the Spirit Wilderness feels like "home"; I've been sensing the Spirits since I was a pup and now I can also understand many of them and it's much safer, too - as long as I avoid the malicious ones drawn by the Earthly Twoleg-Monstrosities and I keep to the untainted regions.

Despite all my torment I grab the opportunity to listen to the murmur of whispering old trees and to play with the first little Fawn carefully not to scare it away; with pup-like leaps I pretend to be afraid of it. I greet the Badger and chase the Fox around a bit but running with my hurt leg quickly reminds me on my task - to heal. I try to remember the Spirits Old Wolf of the Woods and Eyes-of-Fire mentioned to have the ability and willingness to heal and purify...*

<Herb Spirits and the unnerving Serpents are slumbering during snowy season. Probably most of the serene Water Spirits as well. I know! There are Fawns here so Doe-Hind Spirits must be easy to call around here! And they like helping and cherishing all the young and helpless ones... and they surely know about my Oath to the Fawn who led me to a Hive so maybe they're not too... shy!>

*I go deeper into the Spirit-Forest, far from the place where the "Leeches" slaughtered - or are still slaughtering - each other on the other side driven by my trusted primal instincts. I search for a nice and hidden glen where the mood of the environment smells calm and serene enough. At the edges I mark some tree-barks - the ones with no awaken spirit inside - with "keep out!" scents; I don't know when White Raven appears if he follows me at all but I don't want him to pop up as a surprise and ruin the Rite I'm about to do.

I clear a nice spot from snow to let the green blades of grass be visible because Prey Spirits like... grass I suppose. The next step is getting into the required mood which is quite easy this time. I need to be not frightening but I need to feel lonely, hurt, defiled and cub-like... which isn't so far from my current condition. I turn into my smaller and somewhat less-intimidating birth-form and let memories of pup-hood flood into my mind along with the memories about my Mother, the beautiful Buzzard's Song who used to nurture and protect me when I was small and I let all these feelings drive my postures. I also let all the pain and the desperate and sorrowful loneliness overwhelm me...

Once I feel ready with the preparations I start calling for the White Doe-Hind - my howl is not a crude and commanding one but more akin to the whining pleas of an abandoned cub - something that's way more likely to grab the attention of the Hind... I'm really in the dire need of a protective and helpful Spirit so the call is as honest as ever.*

- /Spi/ Gentle White Doe-Hind, please, come to aid Sablepaw! Graceful healer and protector of young ones, hear my pleas and come to aid Sablepaw! Loving Mother of Fawn, hear me crying and come to aid Sablepaw!

-1 willpower for automatic success
Rite of Summoning: Wits+Rituals (-2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 10, 6 (Total = 25)

10 again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3

*I keep on calling the gentle white Hind with my hearty whines and pleas and once I can feel it approaching I lie down and if I sense she's afraid, I'll even roll on my back to show her I'm not a threat.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Every single time, slipping over to the Umbra is like falling asleep on a bundle of soft leaves after a tiring day. Celestial delight, a return to a purer land, a realm with - almost - no twolegs. The Leeches probably won't be able to chase her here either, so this time, it is also a haven of final safety.
Time to take a look around.
As expected, the field of the raging battle is beset by various malevolent spirits of the strong emotions and many deaths that occur there, though thanks to its small scale, they are relatively limited in number and easily avoidable. Having greeted Luna and the spirits, it is no challenge even for a wounded Sablepaw to find her way back into the forest in the mountains of the south.
The spirits of the wilderness here appear and act normal too, but after the fake Lune last night, and this great carnage just a minute of running away in the distance, she can never be too assured. At any rate, nobody returned her greeting howls, meaning there should only be regular spirits of plant and prey nearby, which indeed proves to be true. Their reactions vary deeply given Sablepaw's predatory nature, wartime Totem, extremely high spiritual affinity, special favour of many powerful spirits and pure, random chance. The great trees whisper their news, tales and secrets to one another like the freezing night wind. The spirit of a baby fawn hops near Sablepaw, sniffing her muzzle and jumping a full turn around her before merrily moving on. The next one simply flees on sight. There is a badger who does likewise, and a fox who starts barking angrily, until she actually stares at it, at which point the cunning feller decides it's time to advance in a different direction.
In other words, Umbral life is as usual.
She gradually makes it back roughly to where they left the bird-changer, the spiritual side of the forest's edge where the tree trunk should be. Naturally, there is no sign of any trunk; an old, shattered tree still stands here, gazing sorrowfully into the far-away distance, where dragons roar.*
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[Freiherr von Rosen]

*There is a large, wide road parallel to the river with a pair of man-made scars carved into the earth on it. This is where the rider is. But Sablepaw doesn't even need to approach in order to get every information she needs.
He is a male, a relatively young one at the prime of his strength. He's slightly sweaty, possibly weary from his journey, and his fake fur twolegs wear to ward off the cold has a slight touch of smoke and dried flowers to it. Flowers? Where did he get flowers in the winter? And of course, there's this much stronger wolf scent. Actually, the scent of multiple different wolves. No blood. Perhaps half a week old, at most, and there are no taken wolf-furs at him either.
The horse is comfortably upwind to Sablepaw now, suspecting nothing. It, however, bears practically no scents of the human's fake furs, smelling instead of the typical hoof-thing-smells, in addition to the smoke that probably was campfire.
When Sablepaw is close enough, she can use her eyes, too, from the forest overlooking the road. No fake claws, no weapons visible, although she can smell something that certainly resembles that strange, thin, fake rock.
The rider, apparently also looking for a way to cross the river, prepares to ride away. The time to act is now.*

Continued
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[Sablepaw]

*The days of my Ancestors which I revive do indeed feel good; the only thing these Twolegs are good for is easing my hunger. And also the hunger of fellow wolves, crows, ravens, buzzards, foxes, jackals, boars and many other animals I started to invite. I remember the Mammoth's request but there's a reason I didn't make a promise to follow it. Poor old, noble beast remembers just like my Ancestors but he can't see what the world has become. He can't see the festering wounds on the body of the Land in which Twolegs breed in like maggots but unlike maggots who cleanse the wound they make it more festering, twisting everything the Land has given to them.
If they can't see their own wrongdoings I won't be able to make them see.

And I'm also starting to get used to prowl alone with no company... But what amazing things we could do with a pack of half dozen or so Red Talons! We could attack those hives too big for a loner like me. And I'm sure it would be good to have a pack and fulfil the prophecy at the same time... but Griffin saw other things coming and whatever Griffin dreams for me I shall follow with no question.

I stop at the dangerous, huge icy river, I check the orb for direction... but since I can't take the form of a bird...

<That would have been more useful than the good for nothing shape of the foes!>

... I'll have to make a detour. A big one possibly but as long as I have Griffin's guidance I will be able to find the place where I need to be. But this smell... distracts me.

Horse. Twoleg. Wolf. But the wolf-scent is very stale and there's only the Nofur and the hoof-stock here. I creep closer staying downwind of him to catch the scents even better but keep enough distance to avoid the attention of the horse which might alert him. If he slaughtered a wolf I'll feel the death-scent, the blood-scent or the fear-scent of my kind. But mostly I try to estimate his physical condition and how much threat he might possess... before I get close enough to slay him.



Perception (4) + Speciality: Smelling (1) + Primal Urge (4)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 5, 3, 8, 10, 6, 5, 3, 9 (Total = 57)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*The deed has been done. Thick in red and reeking from blood, Sablepaw certainly reinforced her tribal image. Nothing remains living in this horrid scene of mini-impergium, nothing but the birds and worms who'll soon have the feast of their lives. That mammoth-spirit be damned, this is how the world should look like.
And how it will look like, once she's completed her mission, saved her tribe and inspired the rest of the Garou with her deeds.
Leaving the carnage, she continues on, while the local wolves, foxes, ravens and whatnot gather around the ghost village and its immediate surroundings. Another day of work well done.
The days come and go and she passes by a few more humans again; a few travellers and a huge stone castle, killing what she can and avoiding what she can't. Roaming free, sowing terror, evading any repercussions is a life she could honestly live for quite a while. But there is a higher purpose. And there is an orb that leads her towards the Setting Sun.
Towards the mysterious will of Griffin.

Then, one day, Sablepaw smells the scent of running water and soon begins to hear the soft rumbling. Within an hour comes into sight one of the largest rivers she's ever seen. It flows fast, carrying huge chunks of ice with it, completely blocking the way perpendicular to her own path.
She'll need to find a way of crossing.
Then, another scent reaches her. A lone human with horse and... wolf? Yes, definitely wolf smell. What could it be, one of those hateful hunters? She moves closer, looking down at the river basin from the top of a forested slope and soon notices the creature with her own eyes, slowly moving alongside the river, sitting on its horse. He's alone.
Further to Sablepaw's right is the signs of human habitation. Much human habitation, apparently present on the other side as well. So far, she's crossed plains and flatlands, but on the far side of the river, hills and mountains are visible now.
The sun is slowly setting on the horizon, turning the world golden once again.*
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[Sablepaw]

*The last words of the Elder still haunt me. Maybe he's planning a final hunt. But he'll keep on living in the memory of my blood as long as I'm here to remember.

The harsh winter times won't slow me down. I used to be the best hunter in my pack even as a mere wolf cub and I have even more possibilities now... and I can fill my stomach and do my duty as Griffin's follower at the same time! Mice, voles and slumbering shrews of the starving days might have been good enough for the lone cub I used to be but there's bigger game around to ease my hunger.

A herd of prey. What they were all meant to be. What they'll all become again.

So I prowl around the small hive hiding for just enough time to taste the scents to find out the numbers, the positions and the strength of the dwellers and to scout the terrain. It would be tempting to listen to their babble and to try the talent of the Owl Who Lives In Teeth but I'll save the powers of the Fetish for times when I really need to understand Twolegs. All I need now is a little practice and lots of meat. After my keen nose got all the information I wanted I take my impressive Great Wolf shape to hunt my foes the way my proud Ancestors did back in the glorious days when they ruled the Land.
I approach the dwelling from the direction of the flattest path, the one that is possibly the most comfortable for the legs of these scummy creatures barring them from their most obvious escape route.

Since these aren't noble prey animals worthy of respect I won't just pick the weakest of their herd. I'm here to slay each and every one of them so it's wise to start with the fastest ones and those who might show the most - if any - resistance. At first I probably just maim or mutilate the majority of them - burying my enormous teeth in their faces, tearing their thin limbs off and ripping their soft bellies - so they won't be able to flee... although if some manage to do so somehow it won't be hard for me to track them and finish them off.
Running in circles around their nests I take delight in the fear-scent they emit and their hopeless whines while I kill one after another, this time going straight for their napes with my precise death-bites. No nest of mud, wood or stone is able to protect them from the chosen one of Griffin. No one can hide their scent from my nose or the nervous throbbing of their heart from my ears.
When there's no one left to slay I just continue with the beasts they tamed, corrupted and enslaved; the treacherous dogs, the dumb hoof-stock, the birds that lost their ability to fly, the lazy cats seeking comfort near their fires...

... A thorough slaughter to make the ever-fierce and vengeful Griffin proud and satisfied. After the last voices died down I investigate the various spots of the nests to understand the unfamiliar scents but the rumbling of my stomach soon distracts me. I can even afford to be picky with this amount of food choosing the youngest and the most tender of the kill until I eat myself so full I can barely move.*

<I don't get those other Garou with their rule against Twoleg-eating. So it's all right for them to mate with mad prey but eating them is not? I'll have lots of things to teach them!>

*Now content and sated, I let out a yawn, lap some water from a pool or puddle and staring at the reflection I step sideways to the Spirit Lands. If I encounter Twoleg-Spirits or other sinister forces I rip them apart and I tear the webbed nest-shapes down that already started to appear here. The Spirit Lands shall be clean of their mess!

Returning to the Earthly Lands I casually grab the leftovers - Nofur and tamed beast bodies alike - and drag them to the woods, scatter them around for the starving animals of the wilderness. I know most of the pure beasts fear and avoid the vicinity of Twoleg hives and I'll waste no good meat. I've eaten my share and it's time to feed the Land.*

/Gar/ Predators and scavengers, birds of prey and carrion, have a feast so your Spirits shall thrive!

*I repeat my crude howl in the tongue of Spirits and of various beasts as well. As the snow is splattered with blood and warm, inviting carcass bits I can feel how my beautiful carnage brings life and nourishment to my friends of all forms and shapes.
Now that I'm done with everything I wanted I wander a bit further towards Sunset to find a fine spot for dozing. I have a nice rest there and finally I set off again when dusk arrives, greeting the silvery Moon just like every evening since I learned the Rite.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Returning the lupine gestures, the great Eyes-of-Fire eyes his young tribemate, his masterwork one last time, his nose drinks in her smell. He lets out a slow, deep, pleased growl.*

-/Gar/ And no other cub would have been a better choice for Griffin. You reflect what we used to be in your entire being, and hopefully, you also reflect what we shall become once more. You must not fail. You will not fail. Go now. We won't meet again.

*The strange last words of the Elder and his distinct lack of a farewell-howl make for a strange feeling in the stomach of the running Sablepaw. As if Eyes-of-Fire, these whole weeks spent with him, his teachings and blessings had not even been real. As if she'd been dreaming the whole thing and was now running out of this strange, dead forest after freshly waking up.
The only material thing to the contrary is the necklace still hanging from her. What sort of spirit might be in it?
The question is soon answered as she fuses its spiritual link to herself, suddenly having a thought, an idea of a spiritual owl flying onto and into these teeth, uttering words in a hundred human languages. Disturbing and powerful at the same time.
And so begins the epic journey. As expected, the orb of Griffin keeps showing her to the West, following the Setting Sun almost tirelessly, sometimes slipping into the Spirit World for even less hindrance. It goes on for many days now and having entered flatlands, Sablepaw can get along just fine on new types of prey. Still, it is few and far between in the Season of Hunger.
Something to fill her stomach would be good for the rest of the journey.
Something plentiful.
Like a plea to Gaia manifests itself a twoleg village in the distance. Small, isolated, its nests flat and weak, its inhabitants few, but more than enough for consumption.
Sablepaw's stomach lets out a giant roar. And the "Litany" is still a joke.*
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[Sablepaw]

*During the weeks of learning I did the best I could to prove my worth to Eyes-of-Fire and the Spirits of the Land and to memorize and practice everything I might need for my journey and for honoring my Auspice, my Tribe and our Spirit allies.

Now as the time for departure has arrived I stand before my Mentor in my natural wolf form while he puts the odd looking fetish around my neck.*

<So with this no speech will ever be unfamiliar to me. I can talk to animals, Spirits and I will be able to understand the enemy as well! No matter how weird this... thing smells and looks I'm sure it's going to be useful.>

*As the Elder takes his Giant Wolf form and says his final words I approach him slowly showing all my respect and gratitude by licking his muzzle and by pushing my head against his flank*

/Gar/ Thank you for everything, Eyes-of-Fire. No true Garou running on the Land could ever have a better teacher than I had. I wish you glorious days with plenty of prey and beautiful wolf-kin to share your land and blood with. I hope one day we'll meet again after I fulfil the prophecy. I hope Griffin will bless us all and show us the way to return the Land as it should always have been.

*After having such good company it's not easy for me to leave the Elder and my proud bitterness and grief of the forthcoming lonely days is obvious from my scent and my poise.*

/Gar/ Farewell, Eyes-of-Fire. Wherever I go and wherever I succeed, your name will be known by all true Spirits.

*After saying goodbye I set off running towards Sunset as it has been shown to me and howl my very last farewell to my Mentor when I approach the edge of his Territory; this time I howl as the pure and simple wolf I used to be and not as the Garou I have become....

When I'm out of the Hunting Grounds of the Elder and out of breath as well from all the running I take my time to rest a bit and to dedicate the trophy Fetish adjusting it to my various forms and I also examine it and attune it to myself.*

<Blunt and weak teeth of Twolegs, speak to me... become the part of me... show me the Spirit living in you...>
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Weeks pass, and so does the first month of the winter. Her mission is of utmost importance, but Eyes-of-Fire can simply not afford to send Sablepaw on her way unprepared.
They have to venture far to hunt, but every moment spent together is well-exploited. The Elder teaches her about the spirits of his domain, about the various Gifts they might bestow upon her and indeed, uses his influence to secure such teachings. He himself does the rite-teaching, instructing her in half a dozen useful rituals a shaman must go nowhere without. He tells her in detail about the Ten Tribes and the Land of the Setting Sun Until the Great, River-Flooded Plains.
He also tells her about the Five Auspices, detailing their roles in the pack structure, perhaps lighting a small ray of hope that maybe, just maybe, Sablepaw will be able to join up with others of her kind, even if temporarily, on this solitary journey that awaits. Especially since hers, the Crescent Moon, is meant to be one of support, of wise counsel, of healing and nourishment, and temperament of the fury of warriors.
When all is said and shown and the time for departure arrives, Eyes-of-Fire assumes his Twoleg Wolf form, disappears in the Spirit Realm and reappears with a strange trophy necklace decorated with seven human teeth.*

-/Gar/ I have one final gift for you, Sablepaw. On your long journey, you will doubtlessly stumble upon many a furless twoleg beast. Some of them will not be avoidable. Some of them will not easily be crushed. Some of them will not be human. Take this fetish; bind it, use it, and no monkey-speech will remain a mystery to you. The spirit inside will translate everything into its own tongue. You have merely to comprehend the meaning of the words. Be clever, be cunning, and always temper your rage with wisdom. Your life, and the fate of our tribe will depend on it.

*With this, he steps closer to his Cliath protégée, putting the fetish around her neck. A power similar to the orb's emanates from it. It clearly hosts a powerful spirit. The type of said spirit, however, is still a mystery...
Eyes-of-Fire re-assumes his signature Giant Wolf form.*

-/Gar/ You are set to go, Sablepaw. I have told you everything I had to tell and given you everything to prepare you for your destiny. Say your final words.
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[Sablepaw]

*Értetlenül hallgatom a Kétlábak hitéről szóló beszámolót... viszont amit a harcba vonuló óriásfalkáról mond Tűzszemű, az helytállónak tűnik a vízió után.*

- /Gar/ Nem tudom, mi van ott messze, Tűzszemű, de ha Griff szerint ott a megoldás a Tiszták megmentésére, akkor ott a helyem. Milyen.. rítus?

*Végigveszem magamban a dolgokat, amiket Erdők Öreg Farkasa és a Szajkó tanítottak, de valahogy biztos vagyok benne, hogy az Öreg nem ezekre gondol - különben is, ezekről már meséltem neki.*

- /Gar/ Csak annyit tudok, amit mutattam és mondtam.

*Újabb nyugtalanabb pillantást vetek a Gömbre; noha elhoztam az Áruló két fattyát ide és Kétláb-farkasként mindenféle dolgokat meg tudok markolni, mégis zavar a gondolat, hogy bármit is hurcolnom kelljen egy ilyen hosszú úton - mégha az a valami ilyen csodálatos, hasznos Dolog is, mint ez. Tán ez is csak valamilyen próba, amit ki kell majd állnom, és én kész vagyok elviselni bármi kényelmetlenséget, hogy célba érhessek.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Tűzszemű érdeklődve hallgatja a beszámolót, majd mikor a jel felrajzolásra kerül, egyenesen felhorkan, megdöbbenten és enyhén dühösen.*

-/Gar/ Ez az ember-hit jele. A hím, akit Gaia helyett tisztelnek, valami tanító egy távoli sivatagból, két keresztbe rakott fán halt meg, más emberek által felkötve rá. Ezek azt hiszik, holta után visszatért az élők közé és halálának jelét imádják. Bolondok.

*Az Öreg figyeli, ahogy Cobolymancs eltörli a félhomályos keresztet, majd folytatja.*

-/Gar/ Az Ember-szülött "testvéreink" azt mondják, időről-időre ezek a kereszt-imádók összejönnek, akkora harci-falkát gyűjtve, hogy a vonuló kétlábak beterítik a láthatár mindkét végét. Elvonulnak napkeletre, a földre, ahol a tanítójukat megölték a kereszt-fákon, hogy más, hold-imádó embereket öljenek. Hrrm. Azt mondják, hold-imádó, ám én nem hiszem, Luna igaz hívei lennének. Biztosan ez is csak valami bolond simabőrű-dolog. Hrrm. Vajon miért akarja Griff, hogy odamenj? Mi lehet azon a távoli földön, hol sem én, sem bármely szellem, akit ismerek, még nem járt?

*Tűzszemű elmélázik egy pillanatra, majd a gömbre néz.*

-/Gar/ Ahhoz, hogy ezt magaddal vidd, meg kell, hogy kösd. Megtanultad már a Talizmán Megkötés Rítusát?
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