Post by Admin on Oct 26, 2017 17:05:48 GMT
You woke up in the middle of the night some weeks after the resolution of the great hurricane. Something was calling to you. You weren’t sure what it was, but its urgency was compelling and unavoidable. The more you felt it, the more certain you were, this was your destiny. It was not evil, but it was a challenge. It would hone the blade of your wits, strengthen the hammer of your body, and temper your will to an unbreakable force.
You might have made arrangements, or you might have simply left, but you followed the call. The closer you got, the stronger the draw. You found yourself in South Florida at the edge of a vast swamp. No, not just a swamp, a marsh forest. You ventured in past the fences or around barriers of private property. Humans seemed not to notice you as you bypassed their docks and the moorings of their boats. You walked deep into the murk, finding firm ground to support your feet where it could be found, surrounded by mud, wild flora overgrowth. The foremost thought in your mind was “Wyld”.
Yes, this place was unbridled Wyld, but there was something more, further in. A caern.
As you approached the caern, you understood. It needs you. It needs as many Garou as possible to awaken it from its long slumber beneath the layers of the Everglades. It had been hidden there for centuries before storm surge and high wind drew it from its swampy bed.
You were greeted by others who had been drawn there. The question was in their eyes as they regarded you, the newcomer in their midst: Would you meet the challenge before you? Would you pass the test of a lifetime?
You might have made arrangements, or you might have simply left, but you followed the call. The closer you got, the stronger the draw. You found yourself in South Florida at the edge of a vast swamp. No, not just a swamp, a marsh forest. You ventured in past the fences or around barriers of private property. Humans seemed not to notice you as you bypassed their docks and the moorings of their boats. You walked deep into the murk, finding firm ground to support your feet where it could be found, surrounded by mud, wild flora overgrowth. The foremost thought in your mind was “Wyld”.
Yes, this place was unbridled Wyld, but there was something more, further in. A caern.
As you approached the caern, you understood. It needs you. It needs as many Garou as possible to awaken it from its long slumber beneath the layers of the Everglades. It had been hidden there for centuries before storm surge and high wind drew it from its swampy bed.
You were greeted by others who had been drawn there. The question was in their eyes as they regarded you, the newcomer in their midst: Would you meet the challenge before you? Would you pass the test of a lifetime?