The Road to Skara Brae

The Desperate One
Apocalypse Now.

The Prophecy of the Pheonix

The First Sign.

Man hunts the wolf, not for food or protection, but fear. For thousands of years they were aided by the wyrm to destroy it’s chief combatant. The Wolf. Now even their kinfolk are in danger as the forces of the corrupter begin to wage war on every facet of life and eat away at the precious resources that the tribes yet hold.

The Second Sign.

Man has overpopulated the earth. There are billions born every thirteen years. Man begins to choke out all of the natural resources that Gaia has yet to offer. Yet, Garou in their dwindling numbers begin to have difficulty conceiving, and the children that survive are only kin… as far as the tribes know. There is yet one pair that has managed to pass on their genes to eight of their ten children… proving that Gaia still favors some or perhaps her eyesight is focused on what she could once not see.

The Third Sign.

Wyrm and Weaver do battle on every level of our worlds. Humanity builds larger and more destructive weapons and plays out their conflict on the human stage. Full out wars build on every border as the threat of nuclear exchange looms. Gaia weeps.

The Fourth Sign.

Plague. With the onset of biological weapons, disease spreads around the globe, from Sars to Ebola and more. Pentex develops a bacterial infection that can even render a mighty Ahroun weak and tired. ROBBI, or Rapid Onset Bacterial Bronchial Infection attacks the respiratory process and makes it difficult to breath due to massive production of mucus. It’s difficult to treat and resists the supernatural healing of the Garou making it the perfect weapon.

The Fifth Sign.

The prophecy of the pheonix is one that most Garou children learn around the fires as a cautionary tale of what is to come. It continues as they begin to learn to fight the Wyrm as a story of what is to come… as the signs begin to appear is becomes the surety of what is. The plumes of death. Most believe them to be the plumes of smoke create by factories and missiles as larger and greater swaths of land are destroyed by the wyrm and man. The cries of ‘jobs before trees’ echo in the wounds of Gaia’s flesh as they cut away at everything that makes her beautiful and forge a path to her ultimate destruction.

The Sixth Sign.

Gaia’s rage begins to boil as her agony cuts through the crust of the globe like a hot knife as her blood spews forth on Iceland, Japan, and all over the globe.
Travel through the umbra becomes treacherous as it prepares for the final battle that is still yet to come.

The Desperate one. No one knows where the story truly came from, but the children of Gaia know the tale. Whispers of a prophecy of a man, not born of the Litany would would save them all from the coming end.

A hero of legend who would break every rule of the Litany and through it, ‘triumph’ in the Apocalypse. The Metis begin to hold to this as a hope that they will be redeemed through this Garou and that the tribes would come to know that only in breaking of the LItany would the nation as a whole survive. It is impossible to tell if this Garou has even come to be or will ever. But in the night, when the moon does not shine, stories are told of a white wolf with black eyes that was reborn… a remnant of a broken past. A dark secret that the Shadow Lords would extinguish.

In nineteen hundred and ninety nine, a red star appeared in the umbral sky, Anthelios. And had one Elizabeth Fleming not been in labor with her second child, a daughter, she might have been filled with a sense a dread. It was only days later when she peered beneath the veil that the house in New York would come to know what it meant.

(First person excerpt of Elizabeth (Beth) Fleming’s Journal)

The red star was the beginning of the end. First came the fall of the official face of the NWO. Pentex. Their leaders were said to have walked into a meeting and simply vanished. Those inclined tried to replay the visions of what had occurred only to be blinded or driven insane by it’s visage and never spoke of what they saw. Then the rumblings of an increased spiral presence in the old world. Rumors of attacks on the Fianna had sent them running, and fortifying what was theirs. Two of their scottish caerns were destroyed.

It’s Two Thousand and Four, the troubles had been brewing for years, the mortals could see the star now and even they felt something changing in the winds. Friends drifted away, and those once called family began to avoid phone calls and ignore letters. Apparently being friends with Kinfolk wasn’t as fun as your sire, the vampire. Not that I’m bitter, just—hurt. Mother Larrissa was murdered a few nights ago. I haven’t told any of the Gnawers, but we are leaving in the morning. Abel and I have decided it’s not safe here for our growing brood…and with another on the way I’d prefer it weren’t born here in the city. Not anymore.

We’ve moved the children to the island off the coast of California. The wards are in place and the faeries are fine with our occasional vampire visitors. By fine I mean that she only complains three times per visit now about the smell. We have five pups now, and yes, I think they will all turn, the first two already have. The other three have a temper like their father and as they are all boys… it’s been thrilling and interesting for me. I’ve warded this place more times than I can count and we only travel by moonbridge or mirror… the the bridges are harder to use… the umbra isn’t as safe as it used to be.

We have suitors from the Children of Gaia, Get and Furies coming regularly. I think the girls fancy a few of them which will make their packs happy, especially if they produce pups. The Fainna that have shown interest have chosen to stay with us here. Apparently they think there is something different about the land… they’ve had children too, but it’s too early to tell if they will turn. We try and keep my Revenant blood a secret, I’ve even learned to disguise my scent. It’s been passed along to the children though, so they are naturally stronger and faster than others their age. My only hope is that we can continue to keep this secret and prepare for what is to come. Viola and Percy are coming at sundown, hopefully they will stay for a time.

I wrote Angus again. More a warning than a request. The war is coming, one unlike anything that will every come again. A plea that he stay safe. I hope that he at very least chooses to open this one. I enclosed one of my pins, so that I could be sure he was at least alive, or as much as he has been in a very long time.

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Personal Journal Of Elizabeth Bartlet
Going Home

Weary. That is the only way to describe my feeling.

After talking with Caine, yes, Caine. I’ve learned that all the of the stories are true. He does drive a cab, and he is in fact more powerful than we could have imagined.

Something interesting occurred to me. I’ve been protecting Abel, but not for the reason everyone perceives. They think it is because some over grown infatuation when it is far deeper and more complicated than that. What no one seems to understand is that keeping him away protects us. That is why I leave him behind. It’s not just to spare him, but us the complicated dealings with the other wolves.

After returning from our interesting cab ride, we were home. Except. Able was gone. He left the pin, and he left me. I won’t lie here and say that it was painful, in fact it is excruciating. That being said, I never intended to chase him. They all said he needed to be an adult and be treated like we trust him… and then they followed him. I’m so tired that I didn’t even argue, I just protected them and followed along. The tree is the beginning for me. So we will go there, and we will wait.

If Finn or Able, or who ever he is right now means to come back, he’ll find us there.

There is something else. Something I’ve barely eluded to. I’m ready to stop chasing these fights, the storm lord, the mages, the wolves. I’m tired. I’m fair certain no one realizes this but I naturally turned two hundred and twenty four a few weeks ago. The world ebbs on as it always will, turning, always turning.

I’ve considered speaking to Muag and changing my role in this life. If anyone has the power it is him. Or, perhaps a bear. I’ve heard tales of their ability to make someone mortal… then I could be reborn each time…

My heart breaks at the thought that this is it. That I will languish in this state, from one chaotic tragedy to the next and constantly watch everything I love die around me. I cannot do it again, it will destroy me.

It is a dangerous thing to say, but perhaps oblivion would provide the best way to alleviate this cycle. Perhaps it would be best if I made this my final journey. Perhaps I will stay in this shadowed realm where I can live out my dreams.

I know at the root of this, I am being selfish. So I will continue to toil, until this blood flees my veins, and then I will rest at last. And if a time comes when I can leave this world and save them in my stead, then so be it. The cycle will be ended for me.

Elizabeth Bartlet

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The Parting Glass
Against the Webs, Part II

The Arrow of Achilles.

It is the creation that pierced the flesh of a half-god, and brought him low in the midst of the destruction of the civilized world, during another war, in another time. Rumors hold that the relic may be empowered by this act to bring about the death of any creature it strikes. The arrow was hidden away during the power struggle between Menele and Helena, and each may be seeking it intending to use it to slay the other.

A member of the coterie is hunted by the Shadowlords. Naturally, it would stand to reason that when another member of the coterie comes across a Shadowlord, they would kill them first. But killing a theurge who was known and loved by her pack, and leaving the ahroun hunting him alive tends to have repercussions that could be entirely unforeseen, and untoward.

The entire coterie has had time now to arrive in Chicago, but the Chicago they have reached is staged for war, and prepared to descend into darkness once more. Meanwhile, an old adversary named Vannavar may have hidden the very thing the coterie is looking for, the person most likely to help them who is still sleeping the ages in torpor, or both.

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Old Blood
The Mouth of Madness

History of the World: Coterie Perspective

They survived 1855, after putting down the Storm Eater, taking over San Francisco and taking up the unfortunate mantle of fighting the Sabbat full time. There were casualties.

Garou changed everything, attacking in a fashion coordinated like nothing before, all over the world, and specifically in places the coterie had traveled. It didn’t take long to find out Finn was leading them.

But no longer Finn. Corrupted by the spirit of the Harvester, a deceiver bane masquerading as a heroic Garou warrior of the past, Finn was leading packs against Wyrm targets, but secreting away Cainite blood to sustain himself. Poole was helping him to obscure his secret with Gifts. By that point they were both dancing the Spiral, and tricking others down its paths.

Peace came in 1922, when the coterie stumbled on the way to separate Finn from the Wyrm’s influence, killing Poole and nearly losing two more childer in the process. The coterie even struck a tenuous peace with Sascha Vykos, because it took both sides to stop Finn.

Time passed after Finn Brody died.

The coterie drifted, and for three generations they survived in very different lives, without the call of the Wyrm or the ravages of the blood hunt.

1992, and enter the modern nights. Some would say, the Final Nights. Each had followed kine careers, taken on new lives, passed a lifetime learning and in some cases working on old blood, until Liz’s nightmares began to focus on Finn again.

Then they found the hair pin—the one magicked to tell her where he was.

She followed it to a Garou held by Magadon Corporation, a Pentex lab in the heart of New York, their first experience against Technocrats. Fortunately a few pieces of stolen technology gave the coterie an advantage, and they were able to slip in, grab the Garou before the mages knew anything had happened, and get out before anyone died.

Against the Webs was returned to a coterie safe-house, where they demanded to know how he ended up with the pin, and he told a strange story about a lunar eclipse, “hidden from Gaia’s eyes,” where the tribe chiefs performed a forbidden rite to attempt to recall the White Howlers.

They got Finn (now Abel) as a reborn garou somewhere between. The Stormlords decided to kill it. The Silent Striders decided to protect it.
So there is schism once more, and the coterie is running from werewolves again.

Currently in Turkey the coterie is struggling with witnessing the waking of ur-Shulgi from his crypt and the slaughter of about half Clan Assamite, followed shortly by the destruction of their benefactor, the Methusaleh Jamal. ur-Shulgi honored the Assamite’s promise not to harm the coterie, and instead gave them a message. “Tell your masters that the Assamite of old have returned. And we are no longer at your heel.”

The coterie fled Turkey at once, and boarded a plane back to New York, where they have warned as many as will listen. Even Vykos seems taken aback by the sudden death of nearly half his enforcers. All Assamites weaker then the 9th Generation were struck to ash with one spell. All weaker than the 6th Generation fell into torpor, where any unprotected from the sun met the same fate.

Assamite is much smaller—but they are certainly not weaker. Now, they are free of Tremere’s curse… and they will be coming.

The party set out to aid their justicar on a mission to Chicago. Taking only those that could travel immediately, Liz, Percy, Sarah and Angus went on their way, keeping the other prepared in case they needed assistance.

once reaching Chicago they made a deal with a Tremere for the use of his mirror, and made their way to Elysium. There they met the prince, Loudon, his apparent Paramour, (who turned out to be Rebecca the monitor) and Alphonse Capone.

The party quickly discovered that things were not as they appeared and began to reach the bottom of things quickly. The tenuous peace with the wolves had been broken, the anarchs were running amuck and Menelaus was missing. All this while their search for a rare artifact, the Arrow of Achilles is still ongoing.

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The Road to Skara Brae
Modern Nights

History of the World: Coterie Perspective

They survived 1855, after putting down the Storm Eater, taking over San Francisco and taking up the unfortunate mantle of fighting the Sabbat full time. There were casualties.

Garou changed everything, attacking in a fashion coordinated like nothing before, all over the world, and specifically in places the coterie had traveled. It didn’t take long to find out Finn was leading them.

But no longer Finn. Corrupted by the spirit of the Harvester, a deceiver bane masquerading as a heroic Garou warrior of the past, Finn was leading packs against Wyrm targets, but secreting away Cainite blood to sustain himself. Poole was helping him to obscure his secret with Gifts. By that point they were both dancing the Spiral, and tricking others down its paths.

Peace came in 1922, when the coterie stumbled on the way to separate Finn from the Wyrm’s influence, killing Poole and nearly losing two more childer in the process. The coterie even struck a tenuous peace with Sascha Vykos, because it took both sides to stop Finn.

Time passed after Finn Brody died.

The coterie drifted, and for three generations they survived in very different lives, without the call of the Wyrm or the ravages of the blood hunt.

1992, and enter the modern nights. Some would say, the Final Nights. Each had followed kine careers, taken on new lives, passed a lifetime learning and in some cases working on old blood, until Liz’s nightmares began to focus on Finn again.

Then they found the hair pin—the one magicked to tell her where he was.

She followed it to a Garou held by Magadon Corporation, a Pentex lab in the heart of New York, their first experience against Technocrats. Fortunately a few pieces of stolen technology gave the coterie an advantage, and they were able to slip in, grab the Garou before the mages knew anything had happened, and get out before anyone died.

Against the Webs was returned to a coterie safe-house, where they demanded to know how he ended up with the pin, and he told a strange story about a lunar eclipse, “hidden from Gaia’s eyes,” where the tribe chiefs performed a forbidden rite to attempt to recall the White Howlers.

They got Finn (now Abel) as a reborn garou somewhere between. The Stormlords decided to kill it. The Silent Striders decided to protect it.
So there is schism once more, and the coterie is running from werewolves again.

Currently in Turkey the coterie is struggling with witnessing the waking of ur-Shulgi from his crypt and the slaughter of about half Clan Assamite, followed shortly by the destruction of their benefactor, the Methusaleh Jamal. ur-Shulgi honored the Assamite’s promise not to harm the coterie, and instead gave them a message. “Tell your masters that the Assamite of old have returned. And we are no longer at your heel.”

The coterie fled Turkey at once, and boarded a plane back to New York, where they have warned as many as will listen. Even Vykos seems taken aback by the sudden death of nearly half his enforcers. All Assamites weaker then the 9th Generation were struck to ash with one spell. All weaker than the 6th Generation fell into torpor, where any unprotected from the sun met the same fate.

Assamite is much smaller—but they are certainly not weaker. Now, they are free of Tremere’s curse… and they will be coming.

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Requiem for Methusaleh
Against the Webs, Part I

Heinrich Schliemann, conducted a series of excavations at Hisarlik and discovered treasures he claimed to be from King Priam.

In 1868, Schliemann visited sites in the Greek world, published Ithaka, der Peloponnesus und Troja in which he asserted that Hissarlik was the site of Troy, and submitted a dissertation in Ancient Greek proposing the same thesis to the University of Rostock.

In 1872, he and Calvert fell out over this method. A cache of gold and other objects was discovered in May 1873; Schliemann named it “Priam’s Treasure”.

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Odin's Mass
The coterie must come to terms with the past to face the near future.

The plan.

Paradigm Science has the garou trapped on the fourth floor, in the middle of a large stone building, and you have a gargoyle that can go through walls.

Computers are still in their infancy, but the Technocratic Union operates on a level far above the norm. Still, your computer comes from a time (and a reality) in which the Technocracy had triumphed. And it was still… hidden.

Practicality includes knowing when to buy a popular stock. Returns on Dell since 1988 until 1992 is 30%.

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Spoilers
Into Now

The Coterie sees a vision of the future, and wonders what they may do to prevent the coming final nights. The Demon of Azle makes an offer, and shows the Coterie what the world might be like without him.

After all, the truth is more fun than a lie.

The coterie finally recovers from the defeat of the Harvester in 1922. Welcome to the Sabbat.

The Dream…

The Lion walked through a forgotten path. It was old, covered in scars, and trapped behind a barrier of taint that rotted the land and corrupted the air. A beam of light erupted from the sky. Lion looked skyward and realized, ‘my time has come.’

His ancient paws left the dirt to rise into the light, beginning to heal at once from the burns and scars of the torn soil. When he stepped backward, he heard the most unearthly sound—a beast of metal and glass shrieking as it plodded by him.

‘Where am I?’ he thought to himself. The landscape was familiar. It was Africa, to be certain, but not an Africa he remembered. ‘Who brought me here? Why? Who is yet alive who remembers us?’

Lion trod for many nights, until he arrived, touching the fresh soil rejuvenating his health and vitality, and outside his many battle scars he became a modern beast, a ghost in the darkness, a predator. Then he felt the familiar pull of a cairn.

The dark ones did not trust him, he could tell. They were the guardians of this place, and it occurred to him to wonder why the tribes banded together in this way. It was unnatural. Looking skyward, he watched the moon dip behind the penumbra into darkness, the blood of the Wyrm soaking the sky where only the changing breeds could see.

A wolf in labor began to howl. He was called to the side of the kinfolk, to watch her death throes as blood and life ebbed. The child erupted into the world crying strongly. The strange ones, the ones that reeked of the Web, said it was “Apgar,” and for a moment he took this to be his secret naming.

Then they attached numbers to the “Apgar,” and he realized its meaning. The child was pink, like a human, though a bare wolf with faint white fur. It closed eyes would open soon, a few days at most. Everyone knew that this was a forbidden ritual—calling on the force of the dead to return at a time of another’s choosing, and not Gaia’s.

And he realized that he, too, had been summoned. ‘Gaia,’ he thought, ‘you have abandoned me, but I have not abandoned you.’ He looked over the child, watching closely, and at once felt the power beneath his skin. This would be a Garou unlike any.

Whether good, or ill, would be his decision, free of Gaia’s sight, free of the pull of the Wyrm. The ritual had been a complete success, forbidden still. He rested his chin on the child briefly, ran its muzzle across his cheek, and lick his forehead. Brands of eldritch erupted blazened white against the night sky, and as the moon emerged again, the Wyrm and Gaia each faded, at balance once more.

Even in this tenuous war, there were moments of peace.

No one knew when his eyes opened just four days later, they would be black as the night.

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"I Know Where They'll Be!"

The Maelstrom. It has appeared since 1587, on Roanoke Island, when the mighty White Howler tribe was destroyed, and corrupted by the Wyrm. The last time it appeared was 1855, and every sixty seven years between, the Wyrm tries to finish what it started in the Storm. The next occurrence along the ley lines will erupt in 1922, back where it all began on Roanoke Island. And the Stormeater will appear one last time.

“What does Vykos want more than you?” Giovanni had asked.

There was only one way to know, and that would require traveling, whether to Arcadia, which was certainly the coterie’s doom, or Nod itself—which was just as likely to mean doom.

They come in the night.
They eat.
They devour.
They serve.
Call them by name.
Fomori.

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One, Out of Many
Leopold

Italy, 1906. The Expositional of the Century is in Milan, and so are the masses of Cainites thirsting for blood and secrets of this new millennium.

Selfish desires are burning like fires
among those who hoard the gold
As the continue to keep the people asleep
and the truth from being told
Racism and greed keep the people in need
from getting what’s rightfully theirs
Cheating, stealin and double dealing
as they exploit the peoples fears

Now, Dow Jones owns the people’s homes
and all the surrounding land
Buying and selling their humble dwelling
in the name of the Master Plan

Cos paper money is like a bee without honey
with no stinger to back him up
and those who stole the people’s gold
are definitely corrupt

Credit cards, master charge, legacies of wills
real-estate, stocks and bonds on coupon paper bills
Now the US mints on paper prings, millions every day
and use the eagle as their symbol cos it’s a bird of prey

The laurels of peace and the arrows of wars
are clutched very tightly in the eagles claws
filled with greed and lust,
and on the back of the dollar bill,
is the words IN GOD WE TRUST

But the dollar bill is their only God
and they don’t even trust each other
for a few dollars more they’d start a war
to exploit some brother’s mother
Then there’s the pyramid, that stands by itself
created by Black people’s knowledge and wealth
and over the pyramid hangs the devil’s eye
that stole from the truth and created the lie

Now ANNUIT means and endless amount stolen over the years
and COEPTIS means a new empire of vampire millionaires
And NOVUS is a Latin word meaning something new
an ORDO means a way of life chosen by a few
SECLORUM is a word that means to take from another
knowledge, wisdom and understanding stolen from the brother

Roman numerals on the base of the pyramid’s face
tell the date they began to exist
when they established this branch of hell
in seventeen-seventy-six

Now there are thirteen layers of stone of the pyramid alone
an unfinished work of art
for thirty-three and a third is as high as a mason can go
without falling apart

Thirteen stars in the original flag!
Thirteen demons from the Devil’s bag!
Thirteen berries and thirteen leaves!
Thirteen colonies of land-grabbing thieves!
Thirteen arrows in the eagle’s claws!
Sixty-seven corporations wage the Devil’s wars!
Thirteen stripes on the eagle’s shield!
And these are the symbols on the US seal!

Now on the front of the dollar bill
to the right of Washington’s head
is a small seal in the shape of a wheel
with the secret that’s been left unsaid
The symbols in the middle represent the riddle
of the scales, the ruler and the key;
the square rule is a symbol
from the craft of masonry
The scales represent Libra
the balance of the seventh sign
They also represent the Just-Us
which you and I know is blind
The key unlocks the mysteries
of the secrets of the seal
So that only the Govern-u-men
would know what they reveal

The four words apart form the last parts of
the secrets of the seal
and tells how they fooled the people
into thinking paper money was real!
Now, THESAUR means the treasury
where they store the gold they stole
and AMER means to punish
like the slaves they bought and sold
Then SEPTENT means seven
like seventeen-seventy-six
when the thirteen devils gathered
to unleash their bag of tricks
The SIGEL means the images
they’ve created to fool the world
like the colors on Old Glory
the flag that they unfurled
Now the red was the color of the Indian man
White was the devil’s who stole the land
Blue was the eyes that hypnotised
with the tricks and traps they sprung
and even to this very same day
they all speak with forked tongue!
And so the power is in the hand of the ruling classes
playing god with the fate of all the masses
so the people don’t get any in the land of the plenty
because E PLURIBUS UNUM means One Out Of Many

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