Thread: Learning about our own (Striders/ST only 6/13)

Ariadne sees Samara and falls into step beside her. "What's up, Mara?"

Claudia is sitting on her porch with a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand, sipping occasionally on it. She watches Ariadne greet Samara and leans forward waiting, knowing that they're coming for her.

"It's time Claudia...with all the Striders in town, we need to teach the young one's what we can."

She looks at Ariadne

"Ready for a trip?"

"Sure. I'm game." Ariadne gestures grandly (and sarcastically) at her messenger bag. "I travel light." She grins.

sure i game

She looks at Cassil then back at Claudia.

"Ready?"

Claudia looks at Samara with an almost sad look on her face.

"Yeah, I guess it's time. Ghosts first or Homeland lesson first?"

"Ghosts probably. We don't want another incident like Posey and them not know what to do."

Claudia silently nods from behind her sunglasses and then starts jogging off toward the south. She continues the steady pace until they have gone about ten miles. As they run she speaks to all of them.

"The Silent Striders originated in Egypt. Our kin come from both Egyptian stock and Romani stock. We are pharohs and gypsies. Almost every tribe of garou have an Umbral Homeland as well as a physical location they stem from. We are one of the few that do not have access to their Umbral or physical Homeland. I'll explain why later. Right now I'm going to explain our singular duty outside our duty to Gaia. Because of our connection to Egypt and their connection and beliefs in the land of the dead, we are able to deal with ghosts. Yes ghosts. They aren't spirits in the Umbral sense, but real ghosts of dead people. It is our Tribal duty to help them find their way past being bound to this world.

Every person dies. Not every person goes into the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Some of them stay. They are confused, or angry, or sad, or have unfinished business. They seek us out to help them resolve their issues. We must help them. The Du'at, the land of the dead, the plane that ghosts, or wraiths as we call them, exist on is a realm between the physical world and the Umbra. It is a dark shadowy place. Not a place to vacation, that's for sure. For some mystical reason, wraiths can sense one of our tribe and will seek them out, latching on and begging, or demanding, help. And help them we must. For some it's as easy as delivering a message to a loved one. That last I love you. For others it's finding their body and revealing some wrong done without exposing ourselves. Then, some will ask for vengance. It's up to you if you want to take that or find another way. It's not always pretty. Our tribe is known for its dark side. We go places others will not, we do things others will not. That's one of the reasons we're not easily trusted by the others. We smell of death because we know Death. We are the Scales of Ma'at. I'll get in to that later too.

Any of you have questions before I turn on the welcome sign and introduce you to ghosts?"

She stands before all three women, in the middle of nowhere, and waits patiently.