Post by bex on Dec 31, 2018 16:59:12 GMT
The Road So Far…
As spoken by Tobias, whenever anyone asks about the history of the Sept, Tobias finds a cigarette, moves to lean on a tree, and begins to speak, “So, you want to know the history of this place, from someone here since the beginning? Alright, grab some ground and get comfortable, this is going to take a while.
“The Sept here actually started long before my time. It was a Croatoan Sept originally, before those of that Tribe sacrificed themselves to put Eater-of-Souls in the ground for a well deserved time out. In the intervening years, it was basically left to the Wyld, which did what it usually does, and wrapped the Sept in trees, copses of ferns, palms, and wild foliage, along with being super territory for a couple different species. Gators got really dense here, as did the osprey population. The native Miccosukee people settled nearby, but their legends, as I understand it, say this was never meant to be a place to hold them, but they should wait, and be guardians in the interim.
“For a couple centuries, shit kept going as it would...until people, Garou and Kinfolk alike, started getting these dreams to come here. At first, there were only 6 of us, 4 Garou and 2 Kinfolk. The first of us arrived shortly after Irma threw a temper tantrum and leveled some land, revealing the space we now use as the main social area of camp. When we first got here, we took to living in the oaks, to be above the fire ants, flooding, and random boars running through. We had yet to solidify our place in the Wyld, and were literally running on sheer survivalist plans.
“Those plans didn’t last long, though. It took a couple weeks, but we figured out how to best give some modicum of modern amenities by building rather elegant, yet highly secure, 4 unit complexes on stilts. Those were the first quad, and they were….awesome. We used salvaged steel for the girders, building materials pilfered from some of the humans that were trying to build massive complexes, and our own ingenuity to make the condos 100% green, with little impact on nature. We did damned good work, and had a place people could live and have families while fighting to take back the surrounding areas from the humans, and, as we would find out later, a proto-Hive of Spirals.
“About this time, we started to run ops against the humans first, since they represented the more crushing existential threat to both Veil and the proto-Sept we had. Keep in mind, at this point in time we didn’t have the Caern stone, nor did we have a Spirit guarding in the form of the Shroud. We kinda...had a bit of fun with them, decking our Crinos forms in mud, branches, and the furs of deer we killed for food, to make ourselves look like the cryptozoological skunk apes of the Everglades. About a month later, the builders were gone, and their half-built structures were primed to be torn down, and used to build more housing, as the proto-sept started to become more and more populated with people coming to heed the call. Say people, with a little P because we did have some of the Fera. Most didn’t stay. Some died defending this place. In the 16 months I’ve been here...we’ve lost some good people.
“Anyways, back on track. Once we had the humans out of the way, we went forward, and started taking pot shots from a band of Spirals that had set up in our neck of the woods. One of them, Morningstar, had set up a religious revival-type camp, and was so-called converting people. If you’ve two bits of sense in your head, you know without me saying it: he was making fomori. He’d get them to promise their souls, in exchange for freedom from sins. Dumbasses actually went for it, and shitloads of fomor were made. We raided and broke up the revival, but Morningstar was a slippery bastard, and managed to get away. Weeks of tracking him down went before we found out, through someone who fled the Wyrm to join us fighting back, Rochelle, that Morningstar had mages. We squared up, and proceeded to lay siege, killing his pet mages, all of his fomori that were there, and his minions before we got to him and his inner circle.
“The fight was pretty fucking epic, from both sides. We didn’t manage to kill Morningstar outright, but I figured tossing him from a Moonbridge was pretty damn sure to kill him. As evidenced by the Abyss situation….I was wrong. Oh well. Next time, I’m going to rip his head off, seal it in an air-tight container, and build a clear toilet over it, so I can perpetually shit into his open mouth. I digress. We thought we’d bought ourselves some breathing room, and had managed to find the caern stone, so, time to wake up Cypress. That, fortunately, went off without a hitch….and it was the last time something would.”
Tobias takes a deep drag off a cigarette, and sighs as he exhales, eyes taking a gander over the camp and Sept as a whole, “That sounds like a good place to be, right? Newly re-awoken Sept, fresh off a high victory? We’re Garou, so I think you can assume safely that the peace we earned in 4 months lasted, MAYBE, a week, before the infighting and high drama unfolded.
“It started with some of our Fera deciding to leave. Not a bad idea, no harm no foul. They had their own lives. It progressed to one of the elders of the Sept, a Shadow Lord, falling and deciding to walk the Spiral. Funny….that happens to be a recurring theme….Anyways. We ended up tracking her, and finally killing her, which just caused more issues. More Fera bailed, and more Garou thought the few of us who went to kill her took it too personally that we killed someone who had been with us from the beginning. Fuck them.
“We started at this point, getting issues with leeches, and have been breaking engagements with them as needed to remind them we are still an existential threat to them, when we can get enough people organized to make a serious dent in their numbers. More fighting ourselves, as people took bigger shots than they were destined to be. Eventually, we lost all our Fera friends, and a good deal of the Garou.
“It was at this point that Cypress apparently decided to say fuck it, and made so many people cubs….and that’s pretty much the highlights of where we’ve been, and what we’ve fought to keep here. Hope it helps you understand a bit more.”
As spoken by Tobias, whenever anyone asks about the history of the Sept, Tobias finds a cigarette, moves to lean on a tree, and begins to speak, “So, you want to know the history of this place, from someone here since the beginning? Alright, grab some ground and get comfortable, this is going to take a while.
“The Sept here actually started long before my time. It was a Croatoan Sept originally, before those of that Tribe sacrificed themselves to put Eater-of-Souls in the ground for a well deserved time out. In the intervening years, it was basically left to the Wyld, which did what it usually does, and wrapped the Sept in trees, copses of ferns, palms, and wild foliage, along with being super territory for a couple different species. Gators got really dense here, as did the osprey population. The native Miccosukee people settled nearby, but their legends, as I understand it, say this was never meant to be a place to hold them, but they should wait, and be guardians in the interim.
“For a couple centuries, shit kept going as it would...until people, Garou and Kinfolk alike, started getting these dreams to come here. At first, there were only 6 of us, 4 Garou and 2 Kinfolk. The first of us arrived shortly after Irma threw a temper tantrum and leveled some land, revealing the space we now use as the main social area of camp. When we first got here, we took to living in the oaks, to be above the fire ants, flooding, and random boars running through. We had yet to solidify our place in the Wyld, and were literally running on sheer survivalist plans.
“Those plans didn’t last long, though. It took a couple weeks, but we figured out how to best give some modicum of modern amenities by building rather elegant, yet highly secure, 4 unit complexes on stilts. Those were the first quad, and they were….awesome. We used salvaged steel for the girders, building materials pilfered from some of the humans that were trying to build massive complexes, and our own ingenuity to make the condos 100% green, with little impact on nature. We did damned good work, and had a place people could live and have families while fighting to take back the surrounding areas from the humans, and, as we would find out later, a proto-Hive of Spirals.
“About this time, we started to run ops against the humans first, since they represented the more crushing existential threat to both Veil and the proto-Sept we had. Keep in mind, at this point in time we didn’t have the Caern stone, nor did we have a Spirit guarding in the form of the Shroud. We kinda...had a bit of fun with them, decking our Crinos forms in mud, branches, and the furs of deer we killed for food, to make ourselves look like the cryptozoological skunk apes of the Everglades. About a month later, the builders were gone, and their half-built structures were primed to be torn down, and used to build more housing, as the proto-sept started to become more and more populated with people coming to heed the call. Say people, with a little P because we did have some of the Fera. Most didn’t stay. Some died defending this place. In the 16 months I’ve been here...we’ve lost some good people.
“Anyways, back on track. Once we had the humans out of the way, we went forward, and started taking pot shots from a band of Spirals that had set up in our neck of the woods. One of them, Morningstar, had set up a religious revival-type camp, and was so-called converting people. If you’ve two bits of sense in your head, you know without me saying it: he was making fomori. He’d get them to promise their souls, in exchange for freedom from sins. Dumbasses actually went for it, and shitloads of fomor were made. We raided and broke up the revival, but Morningstar was a slippery bastard, and managed to get away. Weeks of tracking him down went before we found out, through someone who fled the Wyrm to join us fighting back, Rochelle, that Morningstar had mages. We squared up, and proceeded to lay siege, killing his pet mages, all of his fomori that were there, and his minions before we got to him and his inner circle.
“The fight was pretty fucking epic, from both sides. We didn’t manage to kill Morningstar outright, but I figured tossing him from a Moonbridge was pretty damn sure to kill him. As evidenced by the Abyss situation….I was wrong. Oh well. Next time, I’m going to rip his head off, seal it in an air-tight container, and build a clear toilet over it, so I can perpetually shit into his open mouth. I digress. We thought we’d bought ourselves some breathing room, and had managed to find the caern stone, so, time to wake up Cypress. That, fortunately, went off without a hitch….and it was the last time something would.”
Tobias takes a deep drag off a cigarette, and sighs as he exhales, eyes taking a gander over the camp and Sept as a whole, “That sounds like a good place to be, right? Newly re-awoken Sept, fresh off a high victory? We’re Garou, so I think you can assume safely that the peace we earned in 4 months lasted, MAYBE, a week, before the infighting and high drama unfolded.
“It started with some of our Fera deciding to leave. Not a bad idea, no harm no foul. They had their own lives. It progressed to one of the elders of the Sept, a Shadow Lord, falling and deciding to walk the Spiral. Funny….that happens to be a recurring theme….Anyways. We ended up tracking her, and finally killing her, which just caused more issues. More Fera bailed, and more Garou thought the few of us who went to kill her took it too personally that we killed someone who had been with us from the beginning. Fuck them.
“We started at this point, getting issues with leeches, and have been breaking engagements with them as needed to remind them we are still an existential threat to them, when we can get enough people organized to make a serious dent in their numbers. More fighting ourselves, as people took bigger shots than they were destined to be. Eventually, we lost all our Fera friends, and a good deal of the Garou.
“It was at this point that Cypress apparently decided to say fuck it, and made so many people cubs….and that’s pretty much the highlights of where we’ve been, and what we’ve fought to keep here. Hope it helps you understand a bit more.”