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[ceephorsshitshow]

[belated] Christmas Gift for @winterdeepelegy

Merry Crisis!

[oozeandgoo-art]

[findingtarshish]

Heyoo! I'm curious to know how Harmony ended up getting recruited into the Bahari. What were the obstacles she had to face in order to get where she is now? Is she currently happy with her unlife?

Harmony has been a Lhaka since the first night. Her sire, Ekaterina, is part of a faction of fanatical consensualists which believes in giving humans a choice in all matters of vampirism, from feeding to the Embrace to the bond to even some discipline powers. When Ekaterina met Harmony, she revealed what she was and what she wanted, and gave her as much time as she needed to to decide if she wanted the Embrace. Even through trials like Harmony's Kiss addiction, Ekaterina took steps to ensure they didn't coerce her decision.

Harmony was manually exsanguinated by slitting her wrists, and recited the Oath of Lilith as she died. Ekaterina then Embraced her, and used Harmony's spilled blood to create the Blood of Lilith and transform her into a Lhaka. Harmony was indoctrinated into the Bahari while she was still mortal and being groomed for the Embrace- she was quickly pulled in and believed wholeheartedly in Lilith's divinity.

Her faith was proven during a near-death experience a little after her first year as a Lhaka. She was at a conclave in Port Clinton (not a port, it's in the mountains) with her Bahari faction and their Garou allies, and her future wife Olivia, whom she was trying to indoctrinate at the time. A szlachta sent by Olivia's sire ambushed them, defeating Olivia, Ekaterina, and her sire Ceridwen, before menacing Harmony and promising to bring her back for his master to toy with. At that moment, she received a vision from Lilith, where she was gifted secrets of Bahari magic that no one else could comprehend. Suddenly, her failure to develop magic in her first year reversed course, and she lashed out with a whip of her own blood that disintegrated the szlachta's Raufoss pistol and cooked off the ammo, wounding him severely and driving him off.

From there on, her magic advanced at an unnatural speed, surpassing her peers and mentors and developing the Path of Innocence. The path is strange- it appears to most Blood Sorcerers as different from Thaumaturgy as Thin Blood Alchemy does. Even her own wife took a long time to grasp it because it just shouldn't work. It reflects the way Harmony's mind works, fundamentally inhuman and nonlinear. Even when the Praesidium tried to steal her magic, they couldn't manage to grasp it before Olivia burned their chantry down.

As for happiness in her unlife, Harmony is content. She and her domain in Philadelphia is politically independent and on good terms with all three other factions in the city, her family and friends are safe and happy, and the love of her life is by her side every night. In her garden, she is worshipped as a divine being, an emissary of the Dark Mother, and her daughter will be equally adored when she's born. Things are looking good, and despite Queen Andrasta's shake ups of the city's hierarchy, Philadelphia is finally cooling down. Unlife is good.

[slyandthefamilybook]

Okay. who in Alphabet Squadron gets the most

Yrica Quell: Does okay I think. She's mentioned having at least one long-term girlfriend and boyfriend, and "sharing a bunk" with a couple squadmates in Shadow Wing. She mostly has sex when she's in a bad mood

Wyl Lark: Has only had sex once, but he gets propositioned a lot. He's totally the kind of guy to only fuck when he has an intense emotional connection with the person. He's also way younger than almost anyone else in the battle group

Nath Tensent: Drowning in it. Coming in from all sides. Everyone loves a bear. He's the kind of guy you have sex with as a friend and it doesn't make things weird

Kairos: Does not fuck. Has no interest in doing so

Chass na Chadic: I think everyone assumes Chass has tons of sex because she's hot, but she has a lot of trauma that prevents her from being intimate with people, even casually. She's had sex maybe 6-7 times and hated it every time

Caern Adan: Gets zero dick. Gets negative dick. Has a force field that actively repels dick. Even IT-O won't fuck him

[legomocfodder]

Alphabet Squadron

Wyl Lark, Nath Tensent, Kairos, Caern Adan, I-TO, Yrica Quell, and Chass na Chadic

I was inspired to update these figs when Lego released the bright green mohawk piece, which is perfect for Chass

[asha-mage]

WoT S3, Episode 2 Assorted Thoughts

Camelyn opening? Morgase! Elaida! Toddler Galad! Baby Gawyn! Aughaguha!

"But that war is over now....because I won it." YEAH THAT"S MORGASE ALRIGHT

......Baryn, Asnhar and Caern are...interesting choices for this bit. I know I'm one of like nine people who liked the Succession plot in the books but this means that Morgase is directly responsible for the ascenson of three people who become HUGE headaches for Elayne later- Lir Baryn (who ices his sister here I suspect), Karind Anshar, and maybe most dangerously Naesin Caeren- the senile and unstable old man who is latter killed by his own grand daughter.

If I am remembering correctly Morgase explicitly wishes that she had not needed to pardon those three houses specifically, and all three keyly are the first supporters of House Marne during the succession war. Food for the 'future turning of the wheel' theory for sure.

Awwww yeah Elayne centric episode incomeing.

Ohhhhhh booooy. I have some THOUGHTS about this.

Galad being 'Of House Trakand' but Gawyn being 'First Prince' is some SPICY SHIT.

Everyone's side eye as Elaida waltz in, even her own Red Sisters is G O L D E N.

'Gaberil' being Prince Consort already is...interesting. I wonder if he's Rahvin still, or just a Dark Friend, or just an asshole. In theory his role is one that might be able to be stripped down from it's Forsaken or even Darkfriend parts.

Morgase vs Siuan is so so DELICIOUS.

This is what it must have been like to watch Charlemagne and the Pope get into arguments during the early middle ages.

Oh man I was holding out for Ogier singing to open the gates in the show, but I do appreciate the return of the leaf (and it is a plot point in this bit in TSR).

Ohhhh Galad. That brutal honesty in full swing still I see.

God that they convey without ANY exposition exactly what Gaebril's relationship is to the rest of the family (i.e second husband political match/awkward step dad) is so well done.

And on that note, if Gaebril IS Rahvin, it's going to be way more messed up for the Trakand's to cope with since apparently he has a decent rapport with them this time around.

RYMA YOUR OKAY AND I'M SO GLAD!

Morgase is a character they could have so easily messed up and I'm glad their doing her well. Commanding, strong headed, shrewd- but deeply loving and caring underneath it all.

I do like that their capturing Avi's mixed feelings on Rand so well so early. I'm still not sure how I feel about removing the element of their relationship where she is 'looking after him' for Elayne- as I've talked about before it's one of the load bearing pillars of their relationship. We'll see when we get to the Rings and their aftermath.

Chiad and Bain having more of a friendship with Perrin then Faile to start continues to be such a CHOICE. Man I hope Gaul is hanging around with Faiel so he can be her wingman.

Hi Alanna! You are looking....not to great girlie! And also you don't have your bestie Verin to help this time! Worrying!

Oh boy. Duel time!

I'm glad they found a way to include this scene.

Gawyn you absolute LOSER blowing a kiss to the crowd.

On the one hand, RIP Gawyn and Min's comedy duo set. On the other hand, long live Min and Mat's friendship.

Ohhhhh, no duel scene. Still really good.

God, the paranoia, the suspicion- it's all captured SO WELL

Egwene and Rand's drama continues to delight, as does the extreme pettiness of Lanfear- their really is such a simmer furious rage behind so many of her actions, she tries to cloak it constantly, but it's always their.

Oh man, Gawyn and Galad hoeing it up in the White Tower. Deeply unsafe behavior boys.

Gareth Bryne mention!

God, if Gaebril IS Rahvin, him being a evil mentor to Elayne is actually...kind of weirdly delightful to me? Rahvin is one of the flatter Forsaken in the series to be honest.

Siuan playing Mat like a fiddle is DELIGHTFUL.

"I'm no hero." HE SAID THE THING.

Morgase and Elayne's relationship is so well written, they really capture Elayne's central character conflict so well.

Ohhhhhhh. First proper look at the Wise One costume. I like it. Not quite the classic image I had in mind, but this is VERY MUCH digging this Amys.

[wyrmbringer]

A Garou Glossary

A

Anchorhead – A spirit gate between the Near and Deep Umbra. (See Membrane.)

Apocalypse – The prophesied age of destruction, the final battle against the Wyrm, and the end of Gaia. Many Garou believe this time is now.

Auspice – The phase of the moon under which a Garou is born, influencing personality and role in the pack: Ragabash (New Moon) – Trickster. Theurge (Crescent Moon) – Seer. Philodox (Half Moon) – Judge, Galliard (Gibbous Moon) – Moon Dancer, Ahroun (Full Moon) – Warrior.

B

Bane – Malevolent spirits serving the Wyrm, including Scrags, Kali, and Psychomachiae.

Bawn – The patrolled boundary surrounding a caern.

Blight – A location corrupted by the Wyrm, either in the physical world or the Umbra.

Breed – A Garou’s ancestry: Homid (human-born), Lupus (wolf-born), or Metis (born of two Garou).

C

Caern – A sacred site where Garou commune with spirits.

Celestine – The highest-ranking spirits, akin to deities. Examples include Luna (the Moon) and Helios (the Sun).

Chiminage – A debt or favor owed to spirits, often in exchange for gifts or aid.

Cliath – A young Garou of low rank.

Concolation – A grand moot where multiple tribes convene to discuss matters affecting the Garou Nation.

Concord, The – A pact ending the Impergium nearly 9,000 years ago, establishing laws still followed today.

Corruption – The destruction, decay, or debasement of life, particularly by the Wyrm’s influence.

Crinos – The war form of the Garou, a terrifying fusion of wolf and human.

D

Deep Umbra – The distant reaches of the Umbra beyond the Membrane, where reality becomes unstable.

Delirium – The madness and memory loss suffered by humans who witness a Garou in Crinos form.

Domain – A small sub-Realm within the Umbra, often connected to a greater Realm.

F

Fera – Other shapeshifters besides werewolves, most believed extinct.

Feral – Slang for a Lupus Garou.

Fomori (singular: Fomor) – Humans possessed by the Wyrm, mutated into abominable monsters.

G

Gaffling – A minor spirit, often a servant to a greater entity.

Gaia – The Earth, both physically and spiritually; the Mother Goddess of the Garou.

Garou – The werewolves’ name for themselves.

Gauntlet – The barrier between the physical world and the Umbra; strongest near technological sites, weakest at caerns.

Glabro – The near-human form of a Garou, slightly larger and more bestial.

H

Harano – A deep, soul-crushing melancholy, often caused by witnessing Gaia’s suffering.

Hispo – The near-wolf form of the Garou, resembling an enormous dire wolf.

Homid – A Garou of human ancestry; also refers to the human form of a Garou.

I

Impergium – A 3,000-year period in prehistory when Garou actively culled human populations.

Incarna – Powerful spirits beneath the Celestines in rank.

J

Jaggling – A spirit servant of an Incarna or Celestine.

K

Kenning – A mystical howl used for communication.

Kinfolk – Humans and wolves related to the Garou, immune to the Delirium but unable to shift.

Klaive – A sacred silver weapon, often a dagger or sword, imbued with spiritual power.

L

Litany – The ancient code of laws governing Garou society.

Lupus – A Garou of wolf ancestry; also refers to the Garou’s wolf form.

M

Membrane, The – The boundary between the Near and Deep Umbra, passable only through Anchorheads or the Dream Zone.

Metis – A sterile, often deformed Garou born from two werewolf parents, traditionally outcast.

Moon Bridge – A mystical portal linking two caerns, often appearing during moots.

Moot – A sacred gathering of a sept or tribe at a caern.

Mule – Slang for a Metis Garou.

N

Near Umbra – The spirit world adjacent to Earth.

P

Pack – A small group of Garou bound by a shared mission rather than blood or tribe.

Penumbra – The spirit world’s reflection of Earth, where many physical landmarks have spiritual counterparts.

Protectorate – A pack or sept’s claimed and patrolled territory.

R

Reaching – Entering the spirit world.

Realms – Stable planes of existence within the Tellurian, including Earth.

Ronin – A Garou who has been exiled or abandoned their kind, living as a “lone wolf.”

S

Sept – A community of Garou that protects and maintains a caern.

Stepping Sideways – Entering the Umbra; some elders consider this term flippant.

T

Tellurian – The entirety of existence.

Totem – A spirit representing a pack’s or tribe’s essence. Tribal totems are Incarna, while pack totems are lesser spirit avatars.

Triat, The – The three cosmic forces: Wyld – Chaos and creation. Weaver – Order and structure. Wyrm – Decay and corruption.

U

Umbra – The spirit world.

V

Veil, The – The supernatural illusion that prevents humanity from recognizing the existence of creatures like the Garou.

W

Ways, The - The culture and traditions of the Garou Nation.

Weaver, The – The cosmic force of order, technology, and rigid structure.

Wyld, The – The force of raw chaos and uncontrolled change.

Wyrm, The – The cosmic force of destruction and corruption; the Garou’s greatest enemy.

Wyrmhole – A spiritually corrupted location tainted by the Wyrm.

[choiceofgames]

New game! “Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names” — Unleash Rage and wield spirit to heal the land and rebuild your fallen pack

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names is now available on Steam, iOS, and Android!

It’s 25% off until May 2nd! Furthermore, as a special offer, if you purchase "Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names" by 11:59pm PDT on April 26th, we'll give away the "Wardens and Furies" DLC, featuring the options to play as a member of the Black Fury tribe or the Hart Warden tribe, for free.

You and your shattered werewolf pack must save the living Earth with Rage and spirit! In this interactive novel with hundreds of choices, can you defeat a Wyrm Spirit who manifests as a lie that you want to believe?

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names is an interactive novel by Kyle Marquis set in the World of Darkness. It's entirely text-based—1.8 million words, without graphics or sound effects—and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Shapeshifter. Mystic. Hero. Monster. You are a werewolf, and you are all these things. Werewolves are the living earth's last guardians, created by Gaia, given the gift of shifting between human and wolf forms, and called to stop humanity from destroying the world.

But you have failed.

Three years ago, packs of werewolves worked together as a Sept in Broad Brook, Massachusetts, battling the Wyrm, the enemy of Gaia. While other Septs fell to the Wyrm or tore themselves apart with fratricidal Rage, Broad Brook thrived. Some said they would be the ones to stop the Apocalypse.

But in one night, a Wyrm Spirit called "the Answering Tiger" destroyed the Broad Brook Sept and defiled its caern. In fact, Broad Brook had never been thriving at all. The Tiger had deceived their senses, disordered their thoughts, and turned them against one another. Where the different tribes saw trust, in truth there was resentment and growing Rage. Where the different packs saw safety, there were security flaws that could be exploited. Where they saw the Wyrm, there were innocents that they massacred, before reporting to other Septs about another glorious victory.

Their cruel pride allowed the Wyrm Spirit to deceive them, and they mostly destroyed themselves. The Answering Tiger had servants, too, monstrous Banes and fomori, and even werewolves sworn to the Wyrm. But they were only there to pick off whoever was left.

Now, the Stormcat, once the Patron Spirit of the Broad Brook Sept, has called upon you to rebuild a pack from the survivors and fight back against the Answering Tiger. In the savage woods and decaying towns of New England, you will forge your own legend.

Build Your Pack. Human and werewolf survivors haunt the woods and hide in the cities: find them to learn what happened and to rebuild the werewolf nation. But not all werewolves can be trusted: shun those wolves consumed by Rage, and pity those who have lost the Wolf and become empty shells.

Survive the Wilds. A desperate exile, shunned by those of your old pack who have abandoned their oaths to Gaia, you'll have to survive by your wits. A winter night can kill as surely as any monster: find shelter, seek allies among spirits and humans, and learn how far you'll go to survive.

Unleash Your Rage. You are one of Gaia's monsters, a living weapon, herald of horror and death. Now the Apocalypse is here: wield your Rage with savage cunning and keen discretion, or it will swallow you whole.

• Play as male, female, or nonbinary; befriend or romance werewolves and humans of all genders.

• Shapeshift among five forms to slaughter your enemies, or outwit them to take what you need.

• Choose your auspice (moon-sign) and your werewolf tribe: Bone Gnawer, Child of Gaia, Glass Walker, Shadow Lord, or Silver Fang

• Claim your territory and heal the spirits there to unlock Gifts that let you summon animals, see into the past, or enter the spirit world.

Buy it now!

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

Why the Apocalypse in the title matters and how W5 fails to address it

Even if it is by this point a joke, all WoD games have a title what creature it lets you play and then one of the core elements of it.

Yet, it is odd that a werewolf game puts the end of the world as one of its most central concepts. After all, werewolves aren't really associated with the apocalypse in myths. The closest is Fenris-Ulf in Norse myths, but Fenris was a monstrous wolf, not a werewolf. Shouldn't Changing or Fury be a better descriptor?

Well, WtA's werewolves draw from older material than the movies and the focus is not on being a werewolf. The focus is on the state of the world, the way nature is being destroyed and such. In the game, being a werewolf is more akin to a spiritual guardian than a cursed being.

The Apocalypse in the title not only refers to the literal end of existence but to the little apocalypses happening every year. Species dying, people losing touch with their ancestral cultures, etc. WtA is about looking at the state of the world and feeling the horror of just how hard it is to fix it if not impossible. Never mind the sadly now very real horror of greed over care and ennui towards your fellow humans and nature.

This genuine approach and call to action has, of course, created an opposite reaction that calls WtA's tone childish. More recently, as we actually start seeing the effects of climate change, the reactions have also become ones of denial, apathy and fear of doing the wrong thing.

It is the latter that W5 shows the clearest in its depiction of the apocalypse.

The apocalypse in W5 is invisible to normal people and other supernaturals. At most, it is the fall of the garou nation as the climate change happening in the real world. Despite this, W5 is very clear about discouraging its PCs from taking action further than locally.

In effect, W5's apocalypse and what it wants the players to do about it is toothless. The game spends page space detailing what not to do, but very little on what to do and what the apocalypse looks like. Because it is afraid to take a stand, instead focusing on passive-aggressive remarks here and there.

W5, despite its blurb stating it is about striking back at pollution, isn't willing to have its PCs be eco-terrorists (though some do slip through) and actively calls direct action the wrong method.

It isn't just what W5 tells the PCs shouldn't do, it is also how much the PCs don't have to do. It's the end of the world as we know it and you can still go to McDonald's in peace. The world is lost and you still have to go to work. If we weren't told the apocalypse was raging, we'd assume it was still in the future. The game is, intentionally or unintentionally, saying that there is no need to do anything. Even if the world is ending, it won't inconvenience you.

To put things plainly, W5's apocalypse is the way it is so there won't be paid sick days for the employees. It is an end that preserves and protects the status quo.

Of course, an apocalypse that changes nothing is not really an apocalypse. Indeed, W5 wears the apocalypse label more out of legacy than any real intention of addressing it. It wants to focus on werewolf packs and caern tending, not something as serious as the fate of the world.

In fact, I'd say W5 doesn't want to be about the garou at all but instead about werewolves. It wants to be Werewolf the Fury.

[scripts4dreamers]

Warm fuzzies

AN: My brain is infected by werewolves in love. My sincerest apologies to anyone who isn't submerged in World of Darkness lore. I also wanted to pay homage to the old WoD Litany with regards to werewolves not being allowed to bone one another. Characters: Patrick Hodge, Elton Dey, Ashley Nin, Melodie Palys Warnings: Mention of suicide, Spoilers: None

First, it’s important to keep in mind that Patrick Hodge doesn’t care about the Litany…much. The old werewolf laws are just that; old and laws, neither of which are exactly his forte. He’s respectful of the spirits of the Wyld, wherever he finds them, because that’s just common fucking sense, and he keeps his werewolf shit secret because he doesn’t want to get silver bulleted by some harebrained hunter with a god complex but, outside of that, he leaves the Litany to the philodoxes and minds his business. So, imagine his surprise when, at the first lurching of his heart, when you reached across his body to grab…something - he doesn’t fucking know - and he caught a whiff of your apple scented shampoo and just melted, his mind went straight to the old rules.

It had been years since he’d really thought about his initial…education? Initiation? Crash course? Whatever, it had been years since he’d taken the time to remember that first conversation with Graynail, when he was just a snotfaced, rich problem child who had been headhunted by the Broad Brook Caern. He remembered the old wolf’s face, all deep lines and stormy eyes, serious as a heart attack as he talked Podge through everything from tribe selection to pack etiquette to who has the right to speak at a moot and, of course, the golden rule:

No werewolf on werewolf action.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t quite the golden rule. It wasn’t even technically part of the Litany anymore, more of a general guideline for members of Broad Brook, but it had been the one that made the biggest impression on the teenage boy - hopped up on rage and puberty as he was. He’d thought that was funny. Werewolves are real, he’d thought to himself, vampires and witches and ghosts are real. Gaia is being destroyed by malignant forces of eternal destruction and he was supposed to fix it with his anger management issues, and there was a rule that was like a real world counterpart to that viral YouTube video about a world where straight people are the minority. Would a straight werewolf technically count as a diversity hire?

Haha. Funny werewolves and their funny rules. He had bigger things to worry about than women, he had a world to save.

Less funny now. Less funny when he’d spent the last several years in a kind of self imposed isolation (first because he was fed up with how the Silver Fangs treated Bone Gnawers and then, later, because his whole pack was dead) and, consequently, could barely remember the last time someone had touched him gently. Less funny when you were throwing him a shirt and helping him fix the buttons and your sheer proximity made his skin tingle and his knees get so weak that he’d nearly fallen into your arms. Less funny when you were pulling on your clothes after shifting back into human form, still half covered in monster blood, and he couldn’t stop looking at the way the moonlight caressed the curve of your thighs.

No, it turns out that twenty year-old Patrick Hodge found the whole deal a whole lot less humorous than his dumbass teen self had.

He watched you as you worked, ignoring the prickly, uncomfortable aching in his chest as his wolf howled to be let out. You hated this stupid little coffee shop but it helped you make enough money for the pack to get by and your boss gave them yesterday’s pastries for free, so you stuck it out. The fluorescent lights would’ve been unflattering on anyone else but, as Podge was quickly learning, you were the exception. Your hair shone, your smile was radiant and warm. You looked like any other student working a part time job in a shitty town, but you were so much more than that. He could almost see the wolf beneath your skin, all tawny fur and bright yellow eyes, faster than the wind with senses no one in the pack could hope to match. You were a creature of power and rage and no one in this dingy little fucking place even knew it. It was a tragedy.

Ug, look at him, getting all poetic and patriotic over a girl. He was so fucked.

Nin elbowed him in the ribs, “You’re staring again, Podge.”

“Am not,” he replied, wincing but not looking away.

“You are, and it’s getting pathetic,” Melodie chimed in, twisting a thick lock of her auburn hair around her finger as she scanned the cafe for threats.

He fought back the urge to snarl, tearing his eyes away and focussing them on Melodie, “Okay Mrs Harvest King, considering that, without me, you would be food for an evil spirit by now, I’d be careful who you call pathetic.”

Melodie’s rage flared and she leaned forward but, before she could snap at him, Elton intervened.

“That’s enough of that, I think,” he said, always the voice of reason, “if you two act up, Pembe might fire Y/N and then we’d all be screwed. She and I are the only two members of this pack with steady employment, if you’ll recall.”

Podge and Melodie protested half-heartedly, unwilling to give Elton the impression that he was winning the argument but also unable to counter his logic. Nin chuckled, enjoying the show. Podge leaned back in his seat and tried to not be conspicuous.

“Seriously though,” Melodie eventually said, her tone more even as she looked at Podge with clear sincerity, “you know you can never go there, right?”

“Why? Because of the Litany?” he countered with his usual mocking tone, always more comfortable letting Melodie think he was an idiot who didn’t care rather than risking being truthful with her, “Some old men from a billion years ago said I can’t fuck my roommate?”

Melodie rolled her eyes. Elton sighed as though just being near Podge was draining him. Even Nin shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“You know that’s not it,” Melodie said, “there are reasons why Garou don’t get involved with other Garou.”

“Kathrine and Elton got involved,” he reminded her, idly wondering why he was pushing this at all considering he kind of agreed with her.

The truth was, he understood and had always abided by the rule, even when others had decided that the risk was worth the reward. His logic was as follows; Patrick Hodge was an ahroun - a warrior amongst a race of warriors - his rage was always closer to the surface than it was with others of his kind. While theurges and philodoxes and galliards could probably get all emotionally wound up in one another without tooooo much issue, the risk was just higher with him. It had always been higher. It would always be higher, so he’d turned his gaze from his fellow wolves and focussed on the human world, for all the good that did.

Still, he watched you wiping down a counter with your hair brushing the back of your neck and he wanted. All he seemed to do these days was want you and want you and try to stop wanting you and end up wanting you more. He had kind of hoped that living together might quash his ridiculous little crush but that hadn’t worked. The more he saw of you, the more time he spent by your side, the more he wanted. What was worse is that he was fairly sure you felt the same. A silly little unrequited fondness he could handle but when your eyes lingered on his chest for just a second too long, or when you went out of your way to make sure he was alright after a fight….well, werewolves aren’t exactly known for their patience and restraint.

“Katherine and I are - were - both theurges,” Elton chimed in.

“You and the cub are both ahrouns,” Melodie continued, “do I really need to tell you what a colossally bad idea it would be for two hot headed murder machines who live together to throw sex into the mix?”

No, she didn’t.

“Yeah, maybe I do,” he prodded, sitting forward in his chair again and locking eyes with Melodie, “please, oh great and wise Silver Fang, educate this poor ignorant Bone Gnawer on the error of his lustful ways.”

Melodie pursed her lips. Nin let out a burst of laughter and even Elton had to hide a snort. The room started to close in on them. Podge could feel his beast’s claws scraping against his ribs, the rage simmering just beneath the surface just itching for an excuse to come out. Melodie could feel it too. She could sense the bait and, judging by the battle in her eyes, was fighting hard to not rise to it. But, she was a philodox and he had just asked her to explain a rule to him. What was a Garou to do?

“Well, first off, you would destroy that little cabin you two stay in.” she started.

He shrugged, “It’s a piece of shit anyway.”

“Second, she’s a cub so I’m pretty sure that would make you some sort of predator. She doesn’t even have a tribe yet. You might influence her and stifle her spiritual growth.”

“She’s five months younger than me,” Podge countered, rolling his eyes, “and she’s been talking to North Wind and Stag already. No chance of me poaching her over to Rat.

Elton frowned, “North Wind and Stag? Strange pairing. I would have thought she’d go with Gorgon as her back up.”

“Yeah, well, she’s full of surprises,” he said, cringing at how obviously proud and fond he sounded.

Melodie crossed her arms and leaned back, triumphantly, “Plus you might accidentally kill her.”

Ah.

“Or, she might accidentally kill you,” Melodie allowed, “the point being, with so much rage in one house, the two of you are already one bad day away from double homicide.”

Podge picked at his napkin, hating the sickly feeling her words brought up in him, “We don’t fight.”

“Now.” she corrected, sensing victory, “Because you’re roommates. Roommates don’t fight. Couples fight. Couples who are hopped up on rage and battle adrenaline fight hard, and often. Can you say with absolute certainty you wouldn’t end up ripping one another apart?”

He gave her a annoyed look, “Fuck you, Silver Fang.”

“So, no,” she replied correctly.

“So what’s your solution then?” he pressed, unwilling to back down, his wolf urging him to bite back harder, “We just inflict ourselves on regular people who have no chance of fighting back when we do lose our shit?”

Something shifted in Melodie’s eyes, subtle but unmistakable. Was that grief?

She sniffed, tightening her arms over her chest and forcing an air of nonchalance, “The only honorable thing we can do is remove ourselves from the equation entirely.”

“Suicide?” Elton asked incredulously.

Melodie shot him a disgusted look, “The romance equation, Elton, obviously.”

Nin shrugged, “I kind of thought you meant suicide as well.”

“Thank you, Nin,” Elton replied, vindicated.

The tension loosened its hold. The wolf simmered down as Podge felt a rush of something uncomfortable, like pity, flood through him. Melodie was steadfastly avoiding eye contact with him, focussing on the passing humans instead, but he could see the tension in her. So that’s what Melodie believed. He thought of her alone in the earthen barrows, tending the bones of her dead family, removing herself from the equation. It wasn’t quite an admission of anything, but it showed the Silver Fang in a new, clearer light and he had to admit, he felt a little bad for her.

“I guess we know why you’re so damn uptight now,” Podge finally said, injecting lightness into his tone, “you need to get laid.”

She didn’t smile, but it was a close thing, “Fuck you, Bone Gnawer.”

Just then, you appeared at the table, stopping by to collect empty plates and mugs and steal a few moments of conversation. Embarrassingly, Podge felt his heart leap into his throat and he straightened up in his seat like an excited dog. You noticed, which would have been mortifying if it didn’t make you smile fondly at him. Podge flushed with warmth. He would endure almost any embarrassment for that smile.

“You guys playing nice?” she asked, “The customers got a little antsy there for a second.”

“Just a friendly debate,” Melodie assured, “the value of the Litany, our relationship to the mortal world, you know how it is.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes sympathetically, “Don’t get me started, my day’s been shit enough already. Are you guys heading out?”

You transferred the big black tray you were carrying to your hip and rested your hand on Podge’s shoulder absentmindedly. It was nothing, a casual gesture of comfort. If you had been standing next to Nin or Elton you probably would have done the same. Still, he practically vibrated with pleasure. Fuck, he needed to spend time with people more. He didn’t used to be like this.

His packmates clocked the change in his energy with varying levels of disapproval, but you seemed oblivious.

“In a moment,” Elton replied, “we were just finishing up a chat.”

You nodded, giving his shoulder a squeeze as you made to move away, “Well, I’ll see you for dinner this weekend, yeah?”

The others made various sounds of agreement and he felt you relax as you headed back to work. Weak to his own impulses, Podge followed you with his eyes, his skin still tingling.

Melodie cleared her throat.

“Seriously, Podge, be careful.”

“I think they should go for it,” Nin replied.

Podge tried not to look too surprised. He didn’t usually have much support from within the pack other than you. It was a nice change. Melodie and Elton gave the younger woman incredulous looks.

“Seriously, Nin?” Melodie asked, “What reason could you possibly have for supporting this?”

Nin shrugged, sipping the dregs of her ice coffee, “Seems like the simplest answer. All your worries are more about the risk of emotional entanglements than physical entanglements and, if we’re honest, they’re already pretty entangled.”

“Wha-”

“No we’-”

“Nin-”

Nin turned to Podge, interrupting, “Y/N’s coworker is hitting on her. He’s asked her to dinner this weekend and she’s laughing and leaning into his chest and he’s threading his fingers through her hair so that he can kiss her ne-”

“Stop it,” Podge snarled, feeling a lick of rage so hot and visceral that the people at the next table got up to leave.

His packmates all felt the spike, their own wolves flaring up in a desire to join him in his anger. Nin smiled triumphantly.

“See? Forcing them to keep their clothes on won’t stop either of them from lashing out if they don’t keep themselves in check. We just have to trust that they know themselves and their limits better than we do.”

It was a good point. Nin was actively being supportive of him and yet it took all of Podge’s remaining self control to keep from lashing out. This was the problem with werewolves. No matter how good they tried to be, the monster was always right there, ready to be unleashed at a moment’s notice.

He thought about the night he’d met you.

The flames radiating off the Sullivan house. His blood thrumming with the promise of violence, his senses sharpened by the wolf as he runs through the plan in his head. Lots of moving pieces. Lots of potential for disaster. Podge must ensure Sullivan pays for the damage he has done to the earth. No chance for redemption. Sullivan must die.

New smells. Enemies? Conspirators? No, old cigarettes and paper - friend! - Elton-of-Broad-Brook smell. Someone else - Garou. Unknown. Green apples and fresh dirt. Copper-iron-metal of blood. Pastries and coffee - perfectly brewed. Home.

Something stirs in the pit of his stomach, tingling like the electric buzz of wire. He throws himself into the Sullivan house without a second thought. Elton-Shadow Lord slips around the house. New Garou - female, follows behind Podge. Cannot allow distractions.

He rips into Sullivan’s guards, feeling the rush of savage pleasure that always came with a fight. This is what he was born to do. This is the job his selfish hands were built to accomplish. Let some other wolf be responsible for saving Gaia. He would slay her enemies and be content.

Movement to his left. The new Garou - apples-coffee-blood-dirt. He can smell her joy. No fear. No hesitation. She joins him in the slaughter and he wants to howl his appreciation and they are alive. Perfect synchronicity. She hasn’t transformed fully, but she moves like lightning. A guard shoots at his exposed ribs. Brace for pain. Warm arm around his waist. Apples-coffee-blood-dirt. She moves him. He lets her.

The first sound he hears her make is a gasp of pain as the bullet pierces her shoulder in Podge’s place.

He sighed, the anger leaching out of him in a rush. He could feel his packmates staring, he could feel their discomfort and concern. Podge wasn’t normally the most emotionally expressive member of their little pack and, indeed, he was only being as open as he was now out of desperation. Even he could recognize that he was in over his head, unsure which of his waring impulses was the coward and which was his true desires.

Elton leaned in, his brow furrowed with concern, “Come on, bro. Just tell us what’s nagging at you.”

“How do I know if the way-” he sighed, wiping his hand over his face with frustration as the words slipped away, “fuck-man. I don’t want to rip her fucking face off, alright? But Nin’s not wrong, I’m in too fucking deep now to just ignore it. And Nin’s all ‘oh, trust that you know your limits’, but what if I don’t? I’ve never been with another Garou, I don’t know.”

“Do you feel angrier when you’re together?” Elton asked simply.

Podge shot him an incredulous look, “No. Obviously not, she’s the best.”

“Well, there you go.”

“But you’ve seen how we are when we fight together,” Podge countered, “it’s carnage.”

“So you share a hobby,” Elton replied, “There are worse things than being a good team, you know?”

Something hopeful fluttered in the pit of his stomach and he looked over to you thoughtfully. You were working at the register now, taking customer’s orders with a polite smile. He let himself imagine what it might be like if he could just walk up and kiss your cheek.

“Plus, you’ve already asked her out,” Nin chimed in.

Ah, fuck.

Melodie’s mouth opened, “You did what?”

—

[songoftrillium]

so I've been considering running a W5 game for some friends of mine who have been having a blast with our V5 campaign. We'd have to use a *severely long* list of houserules and lore to make it anything other than a massive trash fire of...well, everything that W5 is now. Unfortunately it's likely to be W5 instead of W20 due to the players bouncing off the x20 rules HARD. Any suggestions as to what gaping holes I should focus on first, rules-and-lore-wise?

I apologize for this essay of a response. In terms of the major mechanics holes to focus on, a friend of mine, Kaidan, was a game playtester that ran a number of games at Gencon, and has done the emotional labor of reading through the entire W5 corebook and identifying ways to make the game playable. For house rules, I'd start there.

The rest of this post is LONG, so buckle up and get a drink before reading on under the cut.

Regarding Gaia's Howl, which isn't addressed in the book, I'd look to the Mind's Eye Theater: Werewolf: the Apocalypse, the last corebook in OWoD that furthers the world metaplot. I believe the mark that was missed in a big way in w5 was that the Age of Apocalypse in that book more or less encompasses exactly what they were trying to achieve in terms of the worldwide destruction of caerns, the death of many old canon NPCs, and the Last Words of Gaia, which was a prophecy laid out by King Albrecht in his final moments of life while destroying the Storm Eater:

“Hope is not sundered; wake me, and a new age of harmony shall begin.”

Nuff said there. You shouldn't really need this corebook to play, but if you can find any information on the Age of Apocalypse online, I recommend using that as your kickoff point to explain how we got here.

Now, on to lore.

As the Storyteller, there are few ways around it; you'll have to read some old materials to construct your own chronicle. A little-known piece of information is that no one edition of Legacy Werewolf was ever meant to supersede the other. All the editions contain uniquely valuable information and were meant to build upon each other, requiring a holistic approach to the old materials: take what matters and use it.

I don't blame your players for balking at the old materials. The first editor that volunteered to help with my big project had never picked up a WoD book in xis life, and when he signed up I asked xim to read enough of the W20 corebook to grasp how to make a character. After struggling with the material for a week, they returned and said, "I'll be honest. That's almost a hundred pages. I'm not reading all that." And I don't blame them. And I don't know if you noticed, but W20 also includes no tools for Storytellers to construct game chronicles. Indeed, no 20th-anniversary edition book across all the splats really does. Since the writing team at PDX didn't use any book other than x20 to construct W5, that only further deepened the reality that Storytellers have been completely forgotten. All Meat, no Potatoes. For all the good content W20 includes, a broad number of items would be decidedly unfair to force players to wade through if you wanted to, and there's also so much of it. If you have yet to notice, the old books have laughably useless indexes, so researching and knowing which books to research to create a good game is incredibly complicated. So, you're right that your players shouldn't have to read any of the old stuff, and you shouldn't necessarily have to run a legacy game to provide a game of meaning.

Now, on to the stuff, you, the Storyteller, need to put together a bombastic chronicle. I have a bibliography of books across multiple editions that really get to the heart of the deepest lore and covers the full width and breadth of what the game has to offer. You don't need to read all these books, but having them gives you all the reference material to have a top-down overview of lore you can pull into your game world that you see fit.

Werewolf: the Apocalypse Storytellers Handbook (1994)This edition was published during a time when White Wolf was still establishing what the World of Darkness represented. It was drafted during 1st edition and came out shortly after the 2nd edition core rulebook came out, making it a hybrid that shares stats between both editions, including renown conversion guidelines between 1st and 2nd editions. You’ll find three essays and a section from it reprinted in this very book, but even those are just a fraction of the value this book offers Storytellers. Beyond what I carry over here, this book includes expanded Garou culture, setting, and enemies, dedicated sections on kinfolk and kami,  and a dedicated chapter on making talismans (fetishes). It even includes a dedicated section for 1st edition to 2nd edition renown conversion and a chapter dedicated to building a custom chronicle suited to your tabletop! Definite must-have and must-read.

Werewolf: The Apocalypse Storytellers Vault Style Guide (2018)Beyond a collection of well-written tales, this book includes a chapter devoted entirely to metaplot. In that way, this section serves as a roadmap towards getting a good feel on which books across which edition may best serve you. It breaks down three different approaches to Metaplot (Passive, Reactive, and Proactive), the pathos driving each edition, and following those threads, one can more easily find which books and editions are best suited to each purpose and tailor their own Storytelling library to best suit their style accordingly.

A World of Rage (2000)

This book is indispensable for learning about the world at large where the game is set. It covers every region published and really cuts out the fat in terms of delivering setting information and systems just about anywhere you’d like to set your game.

Players Guide to Garou (2003)This one’s a home run for any table. Expanded tribe societies and unique gifts? Check. Merits and flaws and expanded fetishes? Check. MOOT MECHANICS? That’s right, check. Moots are the lifeblood of Garou society, and there are structures for this! If you ever wondered what the typical phases of a moot look like, what roles different auspices play, and what your pack of players may be doing during any given time, it’s all laid out here in plain words. Even the Ragabash has (arguably the best) role to play during these events.

Guardians of the Caerns (2000)Ever wondered what exactly werewolves do all day? Wonder no longer. Guardians of the Caerns is the sourcebook of septs and caerns, detailing the sacred places and the Garou communities that guard them. It contains information on sept offices, tribal septs, caern logistics, defensive tactics--even an in-depth look at those who must grow up strictly as Garou, the crinos-born. This is the book for anyone who wants to understand what they're fighting for. 

Book of the Wyrm (1st Edition, 1993)While acknowledging the latest edition of this book, this gives a lot more specific insight into the ins-and-outs of the Urge Wyrms and Maejlin Incarna, who have taken a faceless investment in this chronicle. Understanding the ubiquity of their influence helps to understand not just these entities themselves but also their hierarchies, as they are mirrored across each of the many heads of the Wyrm.

Book of the Wyld (2001)It includes information on the naming of spirits, stats on the Nameless, information on caern abscession, and the not-so-subtle recommendation to write a chronicle surrounding the final days of an ancient caern. It offers insights into this not-understood aspect of the Triat, including many that aren’t in print in the 20th Anniversary Edition. Some enemies come from the woods, after all.

Rage Across the Heavens (1999)

Meet the Gaian Pantheon, all the celestial incarnae to be found across the Tellurian may be found across this book, including unique powers associated with them. This also includes a chronicle encompassing the emergence of the red star Anthelios, believed to be a portent of the end times.

Hearthbound (2023)

That's right, ya girl wrote a cross-edition book this year, and I highly recommend it! This is a good answer for players looking for a drop-in solution to confront the systemic issues in the lore directly in-game. The problematic features of the Garou nation were always meant to be confronted by the tabletop, and this sourcebook offers a turnkey approach to doing just that. It details many of those issues up-front and lays bare many of the not-so-pleasant aspects of the Garou Nation in plain English, including several story seeds on how to work this new tribe into any chronicle.

Lastly, on language and tabletop terminology. It's best to treat U****a and W*****o as tribes separate from the Galestalkers and Ghost Council. They are different enough that you can't easily move the names over and call them such. That said, they are named after things considered extremely inappropriate to use in a tabletop setting, so I recommend presenting them using two Conlang terms I constructed for my games. For U****a I recommend Hapil, and to rename their patron to The River Serpent. For W*****o, I recommend Kalaril, and to rename their patron to Old Windtooth.

Lastly, if you'd like to know how to scare the piss out of your players' characters, I wrote an essay on how to do just that. Good luck!

[the-art-block]

WODTOBER

Days 1 - 2 - 3 | Monster in Me - City by Night - Bloodlines

To start off this year's month of darkness, we have Bear!

A new wolf on the scene in his homecity, where his Glass Walker father is the leadership of the local Caern. His entry into the world of spirits and doomsdays has been a little rocky so far, and it's not clear yet if he can hold up under the pressure...

With W5's omission of kinfolk from the equation of Garou births, Bear has become something of a miracle-cub for having slaughtered the statistical odds of a Garou father having a Garou child.

[oozeandgoo-art]

[findingtarshish]

Pwease may I have some more? 🥺 This time for Melody... and also her relationship with Mouse? How'd they meet (without destroying each other first)? I wanna know all the deets ;) TY TY

:D

SO. Surprisingly they were never really at risk of destroying each other. They met when Mel bummed a cigarette off him, flirted a lot, and ended up fucking on the hood of him van. She is a snack. and Mouse proceeds to have the weirdest trip of his life on Mage blood full of alcohol, ecstasy, and tabacco. Romance goes from there. But first, let's rewind!

Melody was originally created as a touchstone for my Tremere Harmony. The two are half-sisters and very close, though neither told the other about becoming supernaturals. As you can imagine, this caused a bit of a rift between them, and it took a little bit for them to figure things out. Melody Awakened during a protest turned riot, at her college in London when she and her college friends were being beaten to a pulp by a riot cop. This caused an epiphany in her, allowing her to see political distance as physical distance, and vice versa; she didn't realize until later that the reason that cop didn't manage to hurt her was because she was warping around him punching from every angle all at once.

For a while thereafter, melody tried to go it alone and figure out magick without tutelage, having discovered that drugs, sex, and other strong sensations heightened her power. After an overdose, coupled with Paradox-induced internal bleeding landed her in the hospital, she met Lakshmi Dhama, a mage of the Cultus Ecstasis who brought her into the fold and taught her the ways of her Paradigm. Through the bond of the Diksham, the two quickly became lovers in addition to teacher and student, and the Cult of Ecstasy tends to encourage. While in the midst of this torrid romance, Melody also joined the Dissonance Society.

Then came Spring Break 2023. Melody returned home to America along with a posse of other young Ecstatics, who had organized a wild opportunity- they'd made contact with a conclave of like minded werewolves and vampires, who were gathering in the forests near Port Clinton in a bacchanal of magic, revelry, and ecoterroristic planning. A real dance-around-the-fire-in-the-woods-while-naked sort of thing. A Devil's Sacrament, if you will. Melody was incredibly excited- her thesis was on Dracula, for god's sake! To get to meet a real vampire? Awesome!

(Melody didn't know these specifics, but the conclave was a yearly event organized by a Bahari sect called the Childer of Ceridwen, and their Hart Warden and Shadow Lord allies. The sect is based in Cardiff, in the Caern of the Eternal Garden, but has scattered adherents across Europe and the US. These Bahari believe that Lilith is an agent of the Wyld, and that she will return to slay Jehovah (the Weaver) and Caine (the Wyrm) and claim her rightful place as queen of the heavens. Their werewolf allies think this ideology is useful and encourage it so they can continue to use the sect's power to further their agenda)

So! Imagine her surprise when she arrives to the Conclave and sees her sister, naked (As was the dress code for the Bahari attendants), tattooed with a Bahari sigil, and latched onto someone's neck, drinking their blood.

An argument ensued.

After a deluge of events too long to narrate, Melody got involved with Harmony's grandsire, Ceridwen Coslett, Childe of Carna, co-founder of her sire's House, Prince of Cardiff, international financier, sustainability advocate, and werewolf ally. Melody is currently her ghoul (though she is shared between her and Ceridwen's close ally, Elizabeth Hargrove, who effectively rules Albany and is similarly a environmentalist leader) and acts as a chauffeur, using Correspondence to teleport her mistress wherever she needs to go without the SI having a clue.

Lakshmi, however, does not approve. She'd lost people to vampires before, and saw Melody consorting with them as a death sentence. Rather than protect her, Lakshmi cut ties, claiming she didn't want to care about her when she was inevitably murdered by the monster wearing her sister's face. Melody was devastated at being forced to choose between her family and her lover, especially since Lakshmi was the first person she truly loved. To make matters worse, Lakshmi began to spread rumors about her through the cult's networks, effectively ostracizing her overnight.

Melody was now truly alone. After becoming Ceridwen's ghoul, she threw herself into her arcane studies, desperate to prove to Lakshmi that she could be both a great Mage and stay true to her family.

Which brings us to the present day. Melody is the living embodiment of "live fast, die young" and lives out her days is hedonistic desperation, trying to capture that spark of sensation that will lead to Ananda and beyond that, a glimpse of the Lakashim. Mouse and the greater polycule are still trying to pull her out of that freefall, because that complete reckless disregard for her own life is going to get her killed sooner or later.

[slyandthefamilybook]

Caern Adan. what a weird little man

[hpowellsmith]

Werewolf: The Apocalypse—The Book of Hungry Names will be out April 25!

There's a free demo up now!

You and your shattered werewolf pack must save the living Earth with Rage and spirit! In this interactive novel with hundreds of choices, can you defeat a Wyrm Spirit who manifests as a lie that you want to believe?

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names is an interactive novel by Kyle Marquis set in the World of Darkness. It's entirely text-based, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Shapeshifter. Mystic. Hero. Monster. You are a werewolf, and you are all these things. Werewolves are the living earth's last guardians, created by Gaia, given the gift of shifting between human and wolf forms, and called to stop humanity from destroying the world.

But you have failed.

Three years ago, packs of werewolves worked together as a Sept in Broad Brook, Massachusetts, battling the Wyrm, the enemy of Gaia. While other Septs fell to the Wyrm or tore themselves apart with fratricidal Rage, Broad Brook thrived. Some said they would be the ones to stop the Apocalypse.

But in one night, a Wyrm Spirit called "the Answering Tiger" destroyed the Broad Brook Sept and defiled its caern. In fact, Broad Brook had never been thriving at all. The Tiger had deceived their senses, disordered their thoughts, and turned them against one another. Where the different tribes saw trust, in truth there was resentment and growing Rage. Where the different packs saw safety, there were security flaws that could be exploited. Where they saw the Wyrm, there were innocents that they massacred, before reporting to other Septs about another glorious victory.

Their cruel pride allowed the Wyrm Spirit to deceive them, and they mostly destroyed themselves. The Answering Tiger had servants, too, monstrous Banes and fomori, and even werewolves sworn to the Wyrm. But they were only there to pick off whoever was left.

Now, the Stormcat, once the Patron Spirit of the Broad Brook Sept, has called upon you to rebuild a pack from the survivors and fight back against the Answering Tiger. In the savage woods and decaying towns of New England, you will forge your own legend.

Build Your Pack. Human and werewolf survivors haunt the woods and hide in the cities: find them to learn what happened and to rebuild the werewolf nation. But not all werewolves can be trusted: shun those wolves consumed by Rage, and pity those who have lost the Wolf and become empty shells.

Survive the Wilds. A desperate exile, shunned by those of your old pack who have abandoned their oaths to Gaia, you'll have to survive by your wits. A winter night can kill as surely as any monster: find shelter, seek allies among spirits and humans, and learn how far you'll go to survive.

Unleash Your Rage. You are one of Gaia's monsters, a living weapon, herald of horror and death. Now the Apocalypse is here: wield your Rage with savage cunning and keen discretion, or it will swallow you whole.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; befriend or romance werewolves and humans of all genders.

Shapeshift among five forms to slaughter your enemies, or outwit them to take what you need.

Choose your auspice (moon-sign) and your werewolf tribe to learn what sort of monster you are. Play as a Bone Gnawer, Child of Gaia, Glass Walker, Shadow Lord, or Silver Fang.

Claim your territory and heal the spirits there to unlock Gifts that let you summon animals, see into the past, or enter the spirit world.

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