Post by BadAdam on May 11, 2010 17:53:04 GMT -8
*The evening after the caern building*
Visili: Yea, hey, it’s me, Visili. I wanted to ask you if you could go ahead and let the Grand Elder Tyre know that he can expect Visili “Patiens Nex” Zetchnokov to show up tomorrow evening?
Voice: Sure thing, anything else?
Visili: That’ll be all. Thank you.
*Two days after the caern building*
The wheels of the bus squealed as it came to a halt at the station in Sacramento. Visili stepped off, backpack in hand. He looked around as if expecting someone to be there to greet him, but no such luck. He started off down the highway towards an old redwood forest 20 or so miles away. He looked off into the distance as the hike moved on, the voice in his head staying eerily silent.
He approached the caern from the south, as this was the safest route for him at the time. A couple miles out, Visili noticed a small shack in the woods with the mild scent of decaying flesh permeating it. A robust amount of wyrm taint radiated from it as well. Investigating the hut revealed that it was probably a shallow well or outhouse at some point, although now its contents were filled with human and wolf bones and carcasses. This was obviously a dumping ground for some sort of wyrm servant of the area, Gaia only knew what.
Visili approached the bawn itself in the umbra, and shifting to crinos, howled for allowed access. After, he reverted back to homid form, and as 4 distinct shapes approached from all directions, there are gasps and shocked looks coming from all of them. They knew this man, but he was dead. The shocked looks quickly turned suspicious as all present were ready for battle. The warder himself was among them and squared off as if to challenge Visili, or the perpetrator who portrayed him. Visili squared off as well, not to back down from a fellow shadow lord’s challenge. As he Dropped his backpack and shifted to crinos, lighting began coruscating across his body. The warder lunged at Visili who immediately engaged him in a grapple. With an unnatural amount of strength, Visili began to subdue the warder in a battle of strength when seemingly out of nowhere a large crinos with a grand klaive appeared behind Visili and put the klaive to Visili’s throat. Visili released the warder from his grip and raised his hands slowly.
Large Crinos: Who are you!?
Visili: Ugh, I’m Visili Zetchnokov *cough* Adrin Philodox of *cough cough* the Shadowlords, and I’d appreciate it if you’d get this off my throat!
Visili reverted the homid and put his forearm between the klaive and his neck and began pushing.
Large Crinos: Hmph, Why do you challenge your superiors?
Visili: He challenged me, which means he has to prove he is worth my respect, and the same goes for me.
The large crinos removed the klaive from Visili’s throat.
Large Crinos: My name is Daniel “Midnight Purifier” Biks, Elder Philodox of the Shadow Lords and Master of the Challenge at the Sept of the Night Storm. My apologies, you bear a striking resemblance to one of my former students, and he was well known and respected here.
Visili: I know, he’s me. I was Jonas, but no longer.
The other who were slowly letting the guards down attained looks of confusion.
Visili: I would like to speak with my father, Grand Elder Tyre. My apologies for the misunderstanding Warder Joshua.
Warder Joshua: Heh, none needed, you’ve gotten stronger since you’ve died lad. Or maybe I’m just getting older.
Visili: Heh, perhaps a little of both old friend.
Daniel: Hmmm, Come with me, we’ll get you some lodgings first. You need to get a nights sleep.
*the next day near the heart of the caern*
Grand Elder Tyre: Jonas my boy, is that really you?
Visili: Yes, it’s me, but my name is Visili Zetchnokov now. I changed my name to hide my existence from Church. He would have hunted me to the ends of the earth.
Grand Elder Tyre: Ah, Church. Don’t worry, he and his wayward sept will soon be gone. They will pay for their crimes against Gaia.
Visili: They continue to dabble in the darkness and aid the wyrm in its machinations?
Daniel Biks: Yes, they do, and we are going to stop them soon.
Visili: This is a wonderful opportunity then. I have come here to complete my Rank challenge. And it involves gaining a token of your approval proving that I am worthy of the rank of Athro.
Daniel Biks: Ah, good timing then. Hmmm, give me some time to think about it. You and your father should catch up on time lost. I still have preparations to do, as do we all. We could definitely use your talents in the upcoming fight.
Daniel walked away as Visili and his father caught up on everything that has happened since he disappeared over a year ago.
The next two weeks as battle plans were being drawn up and reconnaissance was being done on various targets from the uktena sept, the voice in Visili’s head would not stop feeding him what he thought were lies. Over and over again the spirit condemned them for what they were about to do, insisting that it was wrong, unjust, and an affront to Gaia. Visili dismissed them as the bias ramblings of a spirit who would stop at nothing to refrain Visili from enforcing justice upon those that deserved it. Although something in Visili’s gut said that this wasn’t right. Something was off and Visili just couldn’t put his finger on it.
The night of the assault was fast approaching; it was tomorrow night in fact. Visili and two others were chosen to be the vanguard and take out key targets that would be a hindrance to the frontal assault. Visili, hidden by cookoo and coyote spirts found his mark, an athro uktena theurge who was interestingly going over a letter that had intel gathered on the shadow lord sept with none other than the grand elder of the uktena sept himself, Church. Visili took a moment to look over the letter.
To Grand Elder Church,
The Shadowlords are most definitely guilty of falling to the wyrm. I know of at least 2 that are completely corrupted and have gained help from local BSD’s to conceal their wyrm taint. They have been consuming their own kinfolk in an abominable ritual and disposing of the carcasses in an old shack several miles south of their caern. The two that have fallen the farthest are the Master of the Challenge Daniel Biks, and none other than the Grand Elder Archibald Tyre himself. Some of the Doom Judges that Biks has assembled also seems to be falling as well. There has also been rumors that the Grand Elder’s son Jonas has returned to help in the coming assault against our caern. We need to call for help before they annihilate us all Rhya. I will be in touch.
-Desmond Running Snake
As Visili finished the letter his eyes widened with disgust, but the voice in his head told him to check the others with him for wyrm taint. The spirit inside him told him to trust in his ancestors to give him the answer. Visili focused all his attention on his senses as he sensed his fellow Judges for wyrm taint. At first there was none, but then it came flooding like a torrent of massive proportions. Visili nearly vomited giving away his position to the two powerful theurges not far away. Tears began to form in Visili’s eyes as everything he knew flew from his mind. The voice in his head fell silent and began to console Visili’s mind. Visili backed away from the two theurges and kneeled reeling from the knowledge he had just uncovered. He didn’t want to believe it, but he knew in his heart it was true, and he knew what had to be done, to protect himself…to protect Gaia. His eyes opened, full of bloodlust and rage. He would make them pay for their weakness. All of them.
Visili left his marks to their business and sought out his two counterparts. The first was nearly ready to strike as Visili crept up behind him. Visili put his hands around his new enemy’s chest and caved it in with a sickening crunch while slowly letting down the corpse not to draw attention.
The second of his counterparts had already taken his first victim and was tracking down the second when Visili confronted him with the news that one of them had fallen in battle. Visili approached him to console him knowing that the two were close. As Visili hugged him, he removed the klaive from the sheath on his enemy’s back and sunk it into his torso and torqued it destroying any organs still in tact in the lower torso. Visili then released the spirits from the fetishes belonging to the two former “judges” and headed back to the caern.
As Visili entered the caern, he gave the guardians the somber news that he was the only survivor of their latest foray. He informed them that all marks had indeed been extinguished and that everything was going as scheduled. Visili knew there was work to be done and he began by sensing wyrm on every garou at the sept, Fatal Flawing them, scrutinizing everything he could see. He entered the planning room where coincidentally both Daniel and his father were planning the final stages of the assault.
Visili: Father, it is done, but I’m afraid Dyes the Ground Black and Slick wont be coming back. I also have some disturbing news. I sensed that they may have been preparing for the assault.
Grand Elder Tyre: I’m sorry to hear about those two, but it is in service to the greater good. Come boy, tell us what you know.
Visili: Show me the map. Yea, we wont be able to enter here. I do however have a plan that may work. If you and Daniel make it look like we are suing for peace, we can strike a devastating blow before the fight even starts. We can have our packs right back here and as soon as they don’t accept the terms of peace, these four judges can take out their Grand Elder and their Tale Singer. This will, in my opinion, break their morale causing some to run and others to frenzy. This will be the best plan of attack.
Daniel Biks: What makes you think they’ll trust us?
Visili: Because we have the one thing that Church wants most…Me. Use me as a bargaining chip. They will most definitely see that as a sign that you genuinely honor the agreement.
A sly smile began to creep across all their faces, though Visili had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Visili: Let me soak my gauntlet in Silver, and I’ll shift and slay all those mother fuckers that are defiling our good mother! It’ll be beautiful.
Laughter broke out in the chambers as the sept of the Night Storm prepared for battle.
*The Morning of battle*
Seven Shadow Lord packs numbering 43 garou were lying in wait. This was the end of a sept. The falling of a caern. Everyone waiting, hiding, and watching as Daniel and Tyre marched up to the edge of the uktena bawn with Visili in their arms. He Looked beaten, bloody, and restrained.
A howl resounded throughout the bawn as dozens of shapes began materializing, both spirits and garou. They were prepared for war. They obviously expected this showdown. The Grand Elder, Rite master, and Tale singer approached the three shadow lords and stopped about 20 feet away.
Church: Be gone from here you vile wyrm bringers! You are not welcome here!
Tyre: I know we have had our differences in the past, but we truly wish for peace. And here is our proof.
Church: So its true… he lives. Your bastard son.
Tyre: He is yours, our gift to you for peace.
Visili struggles to make it look all the more real. He has a look of fear on his face as he pulls back, he looks at his father grimacing with malice as Tyre’s expression turns from concerned to terrified as Visili bestows upon his father a paralyzing stare of fear. Visili turns to Daniel who looks confused, and gifts him with the same stare who then also looks terrified. As the two stand frozen in fear, Visili shifts to crinos and puts his silver coated gauntlet through Daniel’s chest, but it takes a total of three blows to take down the large garou. Visili turns to his father and grasps him by the throat lifting him in the air and in a gutteral tone…
Visili: Did you truly think I wouldn’t find out!? I was the best among you. WHY!
As Visili roars at Tyre’s face the mutilated corpse of Daniel crumples to the ground and as it does so, a horrid stench emits from the carcass. Within an instant four shadow lords were behind Visili , their blades drawn, rage in their eyes, but uncertainty also. One of them sinks a jet black dagger into Visili’s shoulder, though the blow fails to phase Visili. The rest hesitate as they see the corpse of Daniel Biks decay into a puddle of viscousy fluid and a cloud unnatural gases. Visili turns to the terrified and limp body of his father towards the woods where heads are poking out from the trees, looks of shock and fear on their faces.
Visili: See my father, your grand elder for what he truly is! I hesitate to enforce the litany on no garou, no matter their significance or rank. I’m sorry, father…
Tears stream from Visili’s eyes as his fur stands on end, the air palpable with tension. Visili grabs his father by the torso and rips it from the head. The spine still attached at the neck to the head, Visili tosses the head at the feet of Church. The head rots within seconds of hitting the ground, and the body releases a noxious gas as it seems to deflate and take on an emaciated look. Looks of confusion are running through both the uktena and shadow lord ranks, though Church himself still has the look of hate in his eyes. As Visili shifts down to homid, he pulls the dagger out of his shoulder dropping at the feet of his assailant. He steps away from the four athros who have backpedaled reeling from what has just happened. Visili then approaches Church.
Visili: I’m sorry that I took your son and all that you held dear back then. Gaia herself has allowed me to see the error of my ways. As I know all to well that ignorance is not an excuse for serving the wyrm. I ask for your forgiveness.
Churches eyes go wide, and as he steps forward he unsheathes his Grand klaive hoping to strike Visili down where he stands, but in that moment, the spirit of a garou materializes seemingly out of Visili’s body and puts itself between Church and Visili. As Church sees the form take shape, he stops in his tracks, stunned by what he sees.
Church: It can’t be…
Spirit: It is, I truly am here, but I wont be for long.
Church: But how!?
Spirit: Gaia herself had one last mission for me before I returned to her. She foresaw that this one would do great things, but that he needed guidance. I have witnessed everything he has for the past 5 moons and he has come a long way. I believe his heart to be pure, though it is full of scars. I have taught him some measure of restraint and I myself have forgiven him. His journey is not supposed to end here, so as a last request, in order to fulfill my promise to Gaia, I ask that you spare his life for now, father.
There is and eerie silence after the spirit speaks as Church grits his teeth and slowly lowers his klaive.
Church: I will do as you ask, my son, he need not fear me for now, but I will still have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
As church finishes his sentence, the spirit slowly seems to dissipate and the eerie silence is maintained until Visili speaks up.
Visili: I have one last request, can I speak with your Rite master?
Church sheathes his klaive and turning around, walks away as Visili turns to the shadow lords in the forest surrounding the bawn
Visili: All of you, go home, we have some house cleaning to do.
Only a few of the packs turn around until one of the four athro’s that appeared behind Visili tells them to get going in a stern voice. The shadow lords begin a slow retreat back to the caern of the Night Storm. As they retreat an old native american man approaches Visili.
Uktena Rite master: What do you want wyrm bring*eh hem*…shadow lord…
Visili: There is an exceptionally powerful bane in the Seattle area, and I fear the wendigo and other garou of the area may not be able to handle it, so I would like to ask for an emissary to visit the area for an evaluation of the situation.
The rite master turns without saying anything to Visili and heads back into the bawn. With that, Visili also turns to head back to his former home.
In the following days every member of the sept was scrutinized by the remaining elders and challenges for different sept positions were held thereafter. The new master of the challenge, a young athro galliard approached Visili just before he left to head back to Seattle.
Master of the challenge: This may not be what you need for your rank challenge, but I hope it’ll do.
Visili: Thanks, I appreciate it.
The galliard handed Visili a small journal. Inside was the story of a man who against all odds, triumphed over enemies, family, and even himself. It was the story of Jonas “Patiens Nex” Tyre.
Visili: Yea, hey, it’s me, Visili. I wanted to ask you if you could go ahead and let the Grand Elder Tyre know that he can expect Visili “Patiens Nex” Zetchnokov to show up tomorrow evening?
Voice: Sure thing, anything else?
Visili: That’ll be all. Thank you.
*Two days after the caern building*
The wheels of the bus squealed as it came to a halt at the station in Sacramento. Visili stepped off, backpack in hand. He looked around as if expecting someone to be there to greet him, but no such luck. He started off down the highway towards an old redwood forest 20 or so miles away. He looked off into the distance as the hike moved on, the voice in his head staying eerily silent.
He approached the caern from the south, as this was the safest route for him at the time. A couple miles out, Visili noticed a small shack in the woods with the mild scent of decaying flesh permeating it. A robust amount of wyrm taint radiated from it as well. Investigating the hut revealed that it was probably a shallow well or outhouse at some point, although now its contents were filled with human and wolf bones and carcasses. This was obviously a dumping ground for some sort of wyrm servant of the area, Gaia only knew what.
Visili approached the bawn itself in the umbra, and shifting to crinos, howled for allowed access. After, he reverted back to homid form, and as 4 distinct shapes approached from all directions, there are gasps and shocked looks coming from all of them. They knew this man, but he was dead. The shocked looks quickly turned suspicious as all present were ready for battle. The warder himself was among them and squared off as if to challenge Visili, or the perpetrator who portrayed him. Visili squared off as well, not to back down from a fellow shadow lord’s challenge. As he Dropped his backpack and shifted to crinos, lighting began coruscating across his body. The warder lunged at Visili who immediately engaged him in a grapple. With an unnatural amount of strength, Visili began to subdue the warder in a battle of strength when seemingly out of nowhere a large crinos with a grand klaive appeared behind Visili and put the klaive to Visili’s throat. Visili released the warder from his grip and raised his hands slowly.
Large Crinos: Who are you!?
Visili: Ugh, I’m Visili Zetchnokov *cough* Adrin Philodox of *cough cough* the Shadowlords, and I’d appreciate it if you’d get this off my throat!
Visili reverted the homid and put his forearm between the klaive and his neck and began pushing.
Large Crinos: Hmph, Why do you challenge your superiors?
Visili: He challenged me, which means he has to prove he is worth my respect, and the same goes for me.
The large crinos removed the klaive from Visili’s throat.
Large Crinos: My name is Daniel “Midnight Purifier” Biks, Elder Philodox of the Shadow Lords and Master of the Challenge at the Sept of the Night Storm. My apologies, you bear a striking resemblance to one of my former students, and he was well known and respected here.
Visili: I know, he’s me. I was Jonas, but no longer.
The other who were slowly letting the guards down attained looks of confusion.
Visili: I would like to speak with my father, Grand Elder Tyre. My apologies for the misunderstanding Warder Joshua.
Warder Joshua: Heh, none needed, you’ve gotten stronger since you’ve died lad. Or maybe I’m just getting older.
Visili: Heh, perhaps a little of both old friend.
Daniel: Hmmm, Come with me, we’ll get you some lodgings first. You need to get a nights sleep.
*the next day near the heart of the caern*
Grand Elder Tyre: Jonas my boy, is that really you?
Visili: Yes, it’s me, but my name is Visili Zetchnokov now. I changed my name to hide my existence from Church. He would have hunted me to the ends of the earth.
Grand Elder Tyre: Ah, Church. Don’t worry, he and his wayward sept will soon be gone. They will pay for their crimes against Gaia.
Visili: They continue to dabble in the darkness and aid the wyrm in its machinations?
Daniel Biks: Yes, they do, and we are going to stop them soon.
Visili: This is a wonderful opportunity then. I have come here to complete my Rank challenge. And it involves gaining a token of your approval proving that I am worthy of the rank of Athro.
Daniel Biks: Ah, good timing then. Hmmm, give me some time to think about it. You and your father should catch up on time lost. I still have preparations to do, as do we all. We could definitely use your talents in the upcoming fight.
Daniel walked away as Visili and his father caught up on everything that has happened since he disappeared over a year ago.
The next two weeks as battle plans were being drawn up and reconnaissance was being done on various targets from the uktena sept, the voice in Visili’s head would not stop feeding him what he thought were lies. Over and over again the spirit condemned them for what they were about to do, insisting that it was wrong, unjust, and an affront to Gaia. Visili dismissed them as the bias ramblings of a spirit who would stop at nothing to refrain Visili from enforcing justice upon those that deserved it. Although something in Visili’s gut said that this wasn’t right. Something was off and Visili just couldn’t put his finger on it.
The night of the assault was fast approaching; it was tomorrow night in fact. Visili and two others were chosen to be the vanguard and take out key targets that would be a hindrance to the frontal assault. Visili, hidden by cookoo and coyote spirts found his mark, an athro uktena theurge who was interestingly going over a letter that had intel gathered on the shadow lord sept with none other than the grand elder of the uktena sept himself, Church. Visili took a moment to look over the letter.
To Grand Elder Church,
The Shadowlords are most definitely guilty of falling to the wyrm. I know of at least 2 that are completely corrupted and have gained help from local BSD’s to conceal their wyrm taint. They have been consuming their own kinfolk in an abominable ritual and disposing of the carcasses in an old shack several miles south of their caern. The two that have fallen the farthest are the Master of the Challenge Daniel Biks, and none other than the Grand Elder Archibald Tyre himself. Some of the Doom Judges that Biks has assembled also seems to be falling as well. There has also been rumors that the Grand Elder’s son Jonas has returned to help in the coming assault against our caern. We need to call for help before they annihilate us all Rhya. I will be in touch.
-Desmond Running Snake
As Visili finished the letter his eyes widened with disgust, but the voice in his head told him to check the others with him for wyrm taint. The spirit inside him told him to trust in his ancestors to give him the answer. Visili focused all his attention on his senses as he sensed his fellow Judges for wyrm taint. At first there was none, but then it came flooding like a torrent of massive proportions. Visili nearly vomited giving away his position to the two powerful theurges not far away. Tears began to form in Visili’s eyes as everything he knew flew from his mind. The voice in his head fell silent and began to console Visili’s mind. Visili backed away from the two theurges and kneeled reeling from the knowledge he had just uncovered. He didn’t want to believe it, but he knew in his heart it was true, and he knew what had to be done, to protect himself…to protect Gaia. His eyes opened, full of bloodlust and rage. He would make them pay for their weakness. All of them.
Visili left his marks to their business and sought out his two counterparts. The first was nearly ready to strike as Visili crept up behind him. Visili put his hands around his new enemy’s chest and caved it in with a sickening crunch while slowly letting down the corpse not to draw attention.
The second of his counterparts had already taken his first victim and was tracking down the second when Visili confronted him with the news that one of them had fallen in battle. Visili approached him to console him knowing that the two were close. As Visili hugged him, he removed the klaive from the sheath on his enemy’s back and sunk it into his torso and torqued it destroying any organs still in tact in the lower torso. Visili then released the spirits from the fetishes belonging to the two former “judges” and headed back to the caern.
As Visili entered the caern, he gave the guardians the somber news that he was the only survivor of their latest foray. He informed them that all marks had indeed been extinguished and that everything was going as scheduled. Visili knew there was work to be done and he began by sensing wyrm on every garou at the sept, Fatal Flawing them, scrutinizing everything he could see. He entered the planning room where coincidentally both Daniel and his father were planning the final stages of the assault.
Visili: Father, it is done, but I’m afraid Dyes the Ground Black and Slick wont be coming back. I also have some disturbing news. I sensed that they may have been preparing for the assault.
Grand Elder Tyre: I’m sorry to hear about those two, but it is in service to the greater good. Come boy, tell us what you know.
Visili: Show me the map. Yea, we wont be able to enter here. I do however have a plan that may work. If you and Daniel make it look like we are suing for peace, we can strike a devastating blow before the fight even starts. We can have our packs right back here and as soon as they don’t accept the terms of peace, these four judges can take out their Grand Elder and their Tale Singer. This will, in my opinion, break their morale causing some to run and others to frenzy. This will be the best plan of attack.
Daniel Biks: What makes you think they’ll trust us?
Visili: Because we have the one thing that Church wants most…Me. Use me as a bargaining chip. They will most definitely see that as a sign that you genuinely honor the agreement.
A sly smile began to creep across all their faces, though Visili had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Visili: Let me soak my gauntlet in Silver, and I’ll shift and slay all those mother fuckers that are defiling our good mother! It’ll be beautiful.
Laughter broke out in the chambers as the sept of the Night Storm prepared for battle.
*The Morning of battle*
Seven Shadow Lord packs numbering 43 garou were lying in wait. This was the end of a sept. The falling of a caern. Everyone waiting, hiding, and watching as Daniel and Tyre marched up to the edge of the uktena bawn with Visili in their arms. He Looked beaten, bloody, and restrained.
A howl resounded throughout the bawn as dozens of shapes began materializing, both spirits and garou. They were prepared for war. They obviously expected this showdown. The Grand Elder, Rite master, and Tale singer approached the three shadow lords and stopped about 20 feet away.
Church: Be gone from here you vile wyrm bringers! You are not welcome here!
Tyre: I know we have had our differences in the past, but we truly wish for peace. And here is our proof.
Church: So its true… he lives. Your bastard son.
Tyre: He is yours, our gift to you for peace.
Visili struggles to make it look all the more real. He has a look of fear on his face as he pulls back, he looks at his father grimacing with malice as Tyre’s expression turns from concerned to terrified as Visili bestows upon his father a paralyzing stare of fear. Visili turns to Daniel who looks confused, and gifts him with the same stare who then also looks terrified. As the two stand frozen in fear, Visili shifts to crinos and puts his silver coated gauntlet through Daniel’s chest, but it takes a total of three blows to take down the large garou. Visili turns to his father and grasps him by the throat lifting him in the air and in a gutteral tone…
Visili: Did you truly think I wouldn’t find out!? I was the best among you. WHY!
As Visili roars at Tyre’s face the mutilated corpse of Daniel crumples to the ground and as it does so, a horrid stench emits from the carcass. Within an instant four shadow lords were behind Visili , their blades drawn, rage in their eyes, but uncertainty also. One of them sinks a jet black dagger into Visili’s shoulder, though the blow fails to phase Visili. The rest hesitate as they see the corpse of Daniel Biks decay into a puddle of viscousy fluid and a cloud unnatural gases. Visili turns to the terrified and limp body of his father towards the woods where heads are poking out from the trees, looks of shock and fear on their faces.
Visili: See my father, your grand elder for what he truly is! I hesitate to enforce the litany on no garou, no matter their significance or rank. I’m sorry, father…
Tears stream from Visili’s eyes as his fur stands on end, the air palpable with tension. Visili grabs his father by the torso and rips it from the head. The spine still attached at the neck to the head, Visili tosses the head at the feet of Church. The head rots within seconds of hitting the ground, and the body releases a noxious gas as it seems to deflate and take on an emaciated look. Looks of confusion are running through both the uktena and shadow lord ranks, though Church himself still has the look of hate in his eyes. As Visili shifts down to homid, he pulls the dagger out of his shoulder dropping at the feet of his assailant. He steps away from the four athros who have backpedaled reeling from what has just happened. Visili then approaches Church.
Visili: I’m sorry that I took your son and all that you held dear back then. Gaia herself has allowed me to see the error of my ways. As I know all to well that ignorance is not an excuse for serving the wyrm. I ask for your forgiveness.
Churches eyes go wide, and as he steps forward he unsheathes his Grand klaive hoping to strike Visili down where he stands, but in that moment, the spirit of a garou materializes seemingly out of Visili’s body and puts itself between Church and Visili. As Church sees the form take shape, he stops in his tracks, stunned by what he sees.
Church: It can’t be…
Spirit: It is, I truly am here, but I wont be for long.
Church: But how!?
Spirit: Gaia herself had one last mission for me before I returned to her. She foresaw that this one would do great things, but that he needed guidance. I have witnessed everything he has for the past 5 moons and he has come a long way. I believe his heart to be pure, though it is full of scars. I have taught him some measure of restraint and I myself have forgiven him. His journey is not supposed to end here, so as a last request, in order to fulfill my promise to Gaia, I ask that you spare his life for now, father.
There is and eerie silence after the spirit speaks as Church grits his teeth and slowly lowers his klaive.
Church: I will do as you ask, my son, he need not fear me for now, but I will still have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
As church finishes his sentence, the spirit slowly seems to dissipate and the eerie silence is maintained until Visili speaks up.
Visili: I have one last request, can I speak with your Rite master?
Church sheathes his klaive and turning around, walks away as Visili turns to the shadow lords in the forest surrounding the bawn
Visili: All of you, go home, we have some house cleaning to do.
Only a few of the packs turn around until one of the four athro’s that appeared behind Visili tells them to get going in a stern voice. The shadow lords begin a slow retreat back to the caern of the Night Storm. As they retreat an old native american man approaches Visili.
Uktena Rite master: What do you want wyrm bring*eh hem*…shadow lord…
Visili: There is an exceptionally powerful bane in the Seattle area, and I fear the wendigo and other garou of the area may not be able to handle it, so I would like to ask for an emissary to visit the area for an evaluation of the situation.
The rite master turns without saying anything to Visili and heads back into the bawn. With that, Visili also turns to head back to his former home.
In the following days every member of the sept was scrutinized by the remaining elders and challenges for different sept positions were held thereafter. The new master of the challenge, a young athro galliard approached Visili just before he left to head back to Seattle.
Master of the challenge: This may not be what you need for your rank challenge, but I hope it’ll do.
Visili: Thanks, I appreciate it.
The galliard handed Visili a small journal. Inside was the story of a man who against all odds, triumphed over enemies, family, and even himself. It was the story of Jonas “Patiens Nex” Tyre.
