Its been a while since I posted, Mainly thanks to my ISP being a slow jerk to sort out my transfer. But I’m back in action now, so look forward to more.
Ok so Ive been running my Werewolf game for just over 2 months, and it came to conclusion for a few reasons but mostly because I feel my Roleplaying group doesnt take full advantage of sandbox style roleplaying, they seem to prefer a more story driven game, So I Wrapped up my game.
This is a summary of the story as it unfolded, mostly leaving out the boring parts, hopefully you like it. This has already been posted on Double Crit’s forum but I thought id put it here for all to see.
The Pack of Silver Ridge
All the packs from the surrounding area have gathered, they stand in a circle, a Stormlord Cahalith in the middle. They know why they have gathered, they know what they must do, yet he repeats the story, so they all know the fate that befalls the careless. He knows the pack that once held this territory did their absolute best to stop what has happened, but they failed, and from their failure formed the need for this gathering. Not unheard of but definitely painful to setup.
“This Story is true” His voice booms over the unruly mob. They immediately calm and listen intently.
“The packs that once held this territory were quite powerful. They were warriors, of the strongest blood, they died well before their time, trying to prevent what has happened here. The blight that has taken hold here is most foul. And we will not suffer its existence to continue to poison the world around it with its toxic influence. This cannot be allowed to spread! This will not be allowed to spread!”
The mob lets out a cheer.
“The pack that once controlled this territory worked with the bear as their spirit totem, It lent them aid in their times of need, it was a powerful being that has now been laid to rest. It was wise, it made the initial discovery of the blight that now infects this place, and lead the pack to finding, but they weren’t quick enough, they found it too late, and by the time they had found it, it had more powerful than any of us could handle alone. But still they fought. They knew they faced certain death but they faced it with pride, honour and courage. For this we will remember them”
The mob goes silent in respect to those who have fallen.
“The pack was of a strange origin, each experienced their first change within a year, and each was a ghost wolf, by the time the tribes noticed their existence it was too late. This is a shame, that such potential was wasted should weigh heavily on all our hearts. The pack worked hard to clean up their territory, they dealt with all the minor troubles, and started a youth hostel to try to clean up the gang problems, but alas the biggest problem of all was the very spirit of Silver Ridge itself.”
The mob whispers in inaudible hushed tones.
“The pack had done considerable good, when the portents to this spirits rising started to appear, and it started to undo their progress they searched. But alas they couldn’t find it, it was an elusive spirit, and a powerful spirit, it worked through agents, all of which were destroyed by our brothers. But the night they fell, they were marching into the unknown, with little more than a vague description of what they might find, they could wait no longer, they didn’t have time, it was far too powerful to be left unchallenged.”
The mob grows restless, some shift into Urshul form and howl.
“The pack united the spirits of Silver Ridge to their cause, this was a triumph as it allowed them to gain significant power, though the trades they had to do cost them dearly. The pack traded their Loci, their essence and pack services, in exchange they rallied a group of spirits of bears and wolves to help to supplement them in their fight in the shadow. To their credit they defeated the spirit. But they were unable to completely destroy it. It consumed them with some kind of plague, it spread and numbed them, and each time they stuck they become consumed by its power and lost an edge of their own. This is what led to their defeat.”
“The pack fought valiantly for 2 hours, but unfortunately in the end they were tired and warn out, their pack leader had been completely consumed by the spirit, their pack mates were dying, but they landed the final blow, I couldn’t tell you who landed the final blow, because their spirit allies had all but retreated, the treacherous fools realised they weren’t going to get most of their payment and backed out.”
The mob quietens down as the Cahalith finishes his speech.
“Where our Brothers fell, we will stand; together we will take back this blasted wound, and restore it to its former glory. That is our duty. We must not allow this act of destruction to go unpunished. Now we march into battle, those who fall will be remembered for their courage, and their determination, Tonight we will honor the fallen, we will howl so loud the entirety of Silver Ridge shudders under the pressure, They will hear us coming and they will know fear!!”
With this whole mob shifts to Urshul form and begins to howl, Spiritual essence bounces through the hair of the Cahalith as his howl pierces the gauntlet into the material world…