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Post by RekKa on Aug 26, 2007 14:27:14 GMT -5
You arrive at the Fianna caern a little after daybreak. By now, at least one of the other pack members has explained the concept of a caern, so you go in knowing more or less what to expect. Still, there are a pretty large number of garou here.
Michael immediately asks to see the caern's grand elder, and leaves the three of you to your own devices for a bit.
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 26, 2007 18:28:26 GMT -5
Jack will wander around, looking to meet people roughly his own age, and of course any pretty girls he might come across.... In the back of his mind, he realizes that at some point he should find someone to help explain why he keeps changing every night into Crinos, probably a Theurge, though if they're all like Sings he's kind of hesitant.
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Post by RekKa on Aug 26, 2007 23:50:06 GMT -5
There are a few Theurges, and one of them actually cordially greets you and offers you a pint. "H'ard from Last to Sing you were lookin' fer some answers."
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 26, 2007 23:54:37 GMT -5
Jack takes the pint and chugs a nice swig, then responds. "Aye. Ever' night so far I keep changin' inta Crinos, an' I cannae change forms again. I can't even keep from changin' if I want ta. That ain't normal, roight?"
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Post by RekKa on Aug 27, 2007 14:01:05 GMT -5
"Na' generally. Mi' be it happens every nigh', or it mi' be a moon thing. I hear' of a few Garou ha' the same prob'm, bu' wi' the full moon--li' in the human stories. No'ne e'er said tha's the only phase..."
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 27, 2007 23:09:52 GMT -5
"So it's only cause o' the new moon? Hah! Atypical as always, eh? It ain't when it's full, but when it ain't there! Well then, I guess tha' in a few days I'll be fine, tho it's bloody annoying till then."
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Post by RekKa on Aug 28, 2007 1:11:02 GMT -5
"If ya'er Ragabash, i'd make sense. Ya'll get used t' it, 'm sure."
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 28, 2007 14:09:54 GMT -5
"Bah, it's still annoying as fuck. Ah well, least now ah know it ain't nothen wrong wit' me." Jack takes another swig. "So, can yeh tell me a bi' more about how the moon affects us? Like, I guess cause o' the new moon's effects on me, ahm a Ragabash, but what about th' other moons?"
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Post by RekKa on Aug 28, 2007 23:44:45 GMT -5
"Th'r's five phases o' the moon--new, crescent, half, gibbous, full, an' all Garou are born under one. We call tha' your 'auspice' and it's almos' li' a zodiac thing. Ragabash 're tricksters, Theurge 're wise 'n stuff, Philodox 're judges, Galliard 're bards, an' Ahroun 're warriors. We're all a bi' o' each, bu' one more tha' the others. Get ma' drift?"
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 28, 2007 23:51:35 GMT -5
"I get it, I think. Huh, nevah really believed in tha' astrology crap, but I guess it's got some truth ta' it. What abut tha different clans? I know we're Fianna, ya know Finn and the Littl' People, but are there others? What're they like?"
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Post by RekKa on Aug 29, 2007 10:05:50 GMT -5
"I'll le' you make y'own decisions 'bout 'em, bu' yeah, there be many differ'nt tribes fro' all over th' worl'."
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 29, 2007 22:59:23 GMT -5
"Alroight, I gotcha. Anyone in particular I shoul' watch out fer?"
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Post by RekKa on Aug 30, 2007 0:32:56 GMT -5
"Some o' th' Red Talons 're kinda crazy, same 's th' Get. Don' make much sense t' me personally... but t' each their own..."
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 30, 2007 0:37:56 GMT -5
"Good ta know." Jack looks down at his pint, which is nearly empty by now. "Oi, any chance o' gettin' some more o' this?"
(Keep in mind he is a young teen, and though Irish and a werewolf, I imagine it doesn't take all that much... probably shouldn't get too drunk before the night begins!)
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Post by RekKa on Aug 31, 2007 0:03:25 GMT -5
"May aft'r ye get some water in ya, no sense in ya not rememberin' the night! Ah! Here comes yer Alpha..."
Michael approaches both of you, nodding. "Looks like one of the packs here will deal with the blight we saw. They have a message for us to deliver to a pack clear cross the country... ah, such is the life of a Rover. Figure we can pick up some news on the way, see what happens. We'll stay here the night, I think... need t' rest..."
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