Thread: Spinnin' Yarn

Claudia pokes her head out of her cabin and sighs, she always hated this part. She came down the steps and sat with Ashalyn, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand.

"I am Claudia Darkraven. Cliath Theurge, homid of the Silent Striders. I ignored Tala-rhya's order to retreat from the thunder wyrm when Ayven was swallowed whole. I stayed and fought with tooth and claw until we freed him. I helped keep those who stayed alive during the fight and kept Ayven from dying. I spread the message of what happened there to caerns throughout Missouri so that their galliards could seek out the tale. I honored my fallen tribemates by participating in their Gathering for the Departed."

far from the cabins ayven rolled out of his groggy sleep, he wasnt sure what was going on as he woke to the calling

"damn" he whispered to himself as he unballed the corduroy long sleeve shirt slipping it on over the wife beater and underarm holster. he had hoped he wouldnt be around for this. gettting up he walked just far enough for the two to see him and then sat back down lighting his vice.

he talked loud enough for the other two to hear him but not loud enough to resound to the other cabins " i am ayven'tah Brockhall, cliath philodox of the bone gnawers born on the legs of man. i have no stories of glory honor or wisdom. i was foolish staying when the call to retreat was given. i endangered the sept members and almost died. i was given healing that would have been better used on others. and brought a weaver thing close to their caern. speak no tale for me my deeds are not worth the breath"

Ashalyn leans forward using the stick he used to prod the fire as support as he slowly puffs on his pipe and listens to Claudia's description of her deeds.

He then looks to Ayven who approaches and he stares at him, not in a disdainful way, but truly as if taking in his words and processing them.

He does not speak immediately as they sit before him. Rather, he waits and takes a few more puffs on his pipe, before looking to the ground and back up at them.



"I shall be valorous. I shall be dependable. I shall be gen'rous. I shall protect deh weak. I shall slay deh Wyrm. Dis is deh Glory Creed."

"I shall be respectful. I shall be loyal. I shall be just. I shall live by moi word. I shall accept all fair challenges. Dis is deh Code 'uv Honor."

"I shall be calm. I shall be prudent. I shall be merciful. I shall t'ink 'afore I act, an' listen 'afore I t'ink. Dis is deh Creed o' Wisdom."



"'Dese are deh deeds dat make our tales 'uv renown, my friends. It is by adherein' ta 'dese ideals dat we strive ta be more den jus' eco-terrorists. 'Dis is what makes us 'eroes," he clears his throat before starting again.

"Many of 'dese ideals, sound easy but are infinitely harder ta live by; which is why when ya do dem, it's imp'art'n't it be known. I don' sit 'ere as some 'alf Moon, ready ta judge yeh, nor as a No Moon ready ta call scandal," he waits another moment.

"I'm 'ere as a Moon Dancer, ta hear yer tales so dat I moight see to it dat when yeh pass on...dat yer story lets yeh live on fer'ever. No person in any story is flawless 'er perfect. Ain't in deh nature o' what we are or deh human kin we come from. What I'm sayin', is don' look ta me when I come ta collect yer tale, an' pre-judge what yeh've done. History will judge deh fools an' deh heroes, but deh story must be known well an' true," he says with a nod.

He smiles to them both and then looks to Claudia who approached him first, “Claudia Darkraven, ta understand yer tale...Once upon a time, no shite, dere yeh was...yeh say dat when deh darkness had come an' it was called by Tala, Silver Fang Adren o' deh Nation ta retreat, yeh stayed. Steeled yer resolve as yeh looked at dose next ta yeh, an' saw a battle dat likely couldn' be won, an' yet – yeh'd not let dem die. Yeh chose ta fight, against all better Wisdom. Yeh chose ta heed ta call fer what Gaia made yeh, an' yer claws an' fangs found flesh and blood o' deh Wyrm, an' yeh found Glory. Yer hands funneled deh power of Gaia's mendin' ways, an' yeh knit back teh-getter dose not of yer pack as towerin' o'er yeh was deh massive T'underwyrm. No bond of pack, 'er Tribe, 'er Kin, an' still yeh stayed wit' dem – 'til Death. An' when Death did come fer Her toll, when sadness beset an' when deh butcher's bill was tallied, it was yer knowledge o' our ways dat sent yer Tribemates back ta Gaia's love. Yer legs made lightnin' by Owl's blessin', yeh moved from Caern ta Caern, up an' down deh foothills an' deh woods from Springfield ta Kansas City. Sain' Louis ta Sain' Joe, yeh spread deh word so dat all may know deh deeds done. Is dis deh tale o' Claudia Darkraven an' deh Reclaimin' o' deh Cairn in deh Caves?”

He looks to Ayven for a moment, “I want ta hear yeh try again. Tell me yer deeds. No' tainted by yer self loathin'. Tell me yer deeds as dey are, boyo.”

He waits for Claudia's response and allows Ayven a moment to recollect his memories.

Claudia takes a long drink from her bottle and nods.

"Sounds about right. You make it sound better than it was."

Ashalyn chuckles heartily and hoists his large glass jug of whiskey, holding it out to 'clink' with her bottle, "Aye, das what I do."

He finishes a large swig of whiskey as he looks to the camp line waiting for the others to come forward. His eyes settle on Ayven again as he waits patiently.


((Kathy, do you want to make a renown board like the Harpy has a boon board so I can report the character's earnings?))

Hearing Ash's call, uncertain of what's going on, Shawn goes to see what's up. He takes a seat around the fire, but keeps quiet so as not to interrupt, and listens to the interactions.

the rage boiled up as ashayln spoke of self loathing.

what do the know of how i feel. he shook his head slowly as he brought fire to the end of a cig.

" you want my story moon dancer? then you can have it. the group that went wanted to sit with thier thumb in thier ass while a whole caern of garou where missing. i couldnt sit back and watch them micro manage while the life of good garou hung in the balance. i tried to get to the middle of thier lands but the vines kept me at bay. and when i finally got away from them i found only three leering garou ready to cut my throat for the taint i have. after proving my intentions we tried again and again to enter but the vines would only grab at one of us before we would have to make a united effort to get our person back.

the ground split wide underneath us and the thunderwyrm rose. the call for retreat came, i drew weapons and emptied them in the beast as the others retreated but caught its attention too well. the pain was horrible inside the beast acid covering my body burning fur and flesh as i struggled to get out, and when finally i did claudia was there to help heal my wounds. we left given a chance to leave as gaia helped our escape. two giant ephemeral vipers sent the wyrm retreating into the pit.

we had found that they held an item of power deep in the tas caves of fantastic caverns. and we needed to get it. after yet more bickering it was decided that we would lure the wurm from the ground and i would drive a tanker full of gas back down its throat and let it feel how it was to be burned. fire all around us the sky poured rain and human jets dropped payload around us as we met the dancers. blood sprayed meat was torn and bone broken. at the end we had the item we lost two that night they bled and died for gaia, it is what they do. but the heart ache still hurts the loss is still real and i cant for the life of me understand why no matter how much we win it always means a loss for our people." he was glad he wasnt facing them as he wiped away the wetness of his eyes.

" i am -ikthya moon dancer, no honor or glory or wisdom comes to me. wheter you tell my story or not those around will not hear of me gaining rank or renown and should i be given such by anyone the whole of our people will still not hear such. i can do only one thing and that is die for gaia. but im not like sam and drachir. im already gone to our people. no one will cry as i fall and im ok with that."

with that he walked away off to be alone. being a judge meant being true to thier way of life and unfortunately ayven hung that stone around his neck even though it was boulder in size. he would bear the weight of his sins

Ashalyn stood slowly as he walked away, "Yer a Spiral? Ickthya is fer dose dat have fallen ta deh Wyrm...not from those disgraced."

Ashalyns body pulsed as he was ready to shift to Crinos and kill the thing claiming to be a BSD.

" your own members mentioned this name when i first came. i expected death when i showed up here trying to explain what had happened to my caern. this word was whispered that i should be called it. by the word of the nation i have already fallen to them. they dont see me as equal and never will Ashalyn O'Teague, Chases the Tale, Fostern Bard of the Finna. what should i call myself huh ? by my own auspice i can barely stand to look at myself for the taint. ive lost EVERYTHING. MY FAMILY, MY HOME, MY KIN and yet still i fight for gaia and bleed for her. i cant do anymore than this. i dont have it in me anymore to wake up and remember the people ive lost. the garou killed because of me."

ayvens tears streamed down his face and it was easy to tell all the hurt and rage and pain of the last few months had come to a head too fast, to sudden for him to be able to process it out. he crumpled into a small ball curling in on himself just wishing it would all go away