>>5514043
If there is no one nearby and activity is not likely to occur, hide the bodies. If the opposite is true, distance yourself.

>>5514043
>write in
"What.... the..... FUCK?!WHAT THE FUCK?! WHATTHEFUCK" *repeats while we run away*
>Get out of there. The longer you stick around, the more likely it is that you'll get caught.
>Call your mother. In a situation like this, you can't rely on anyone but family.

>>5514043
>Get out of there. The longer you stick around, the more likely it is that you'll get caught.

>>5514043
>Get out of there. The longer you stick around, the more likely it is that you'll get caught

>>5514043
>Get out of there. The longer you stick around, the more likely it is that you'll get caught.

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You could always stick around and hide the bodies. The assholes followed you pretty far into the coalfield so it's not like anyone's going to stumble across you while you're burying them - unless some dumbass kids decide to explore the place on a cold afternoon in the middle of winter.

In the end, you decide that it's not worth the risk. No, you should get out of here before you're caught with the bodies. You'll need to wash off all of that blood and find some clothes too. Not only will your nudity raise a few eyebrows, but you'll freeze your ass off unless you find some way of keeping warm. The adrenaline is starting to loosen its grip on your senses and slowly but surely, you're beginning to feel the chill.

The gravel and rubble strewn across the mining site doesn't help either. Every step that you take painful, thanks to your bare feet. It's slow going and you only get a couple of hundred yards before you come to a stop. At the very least, you're out of sight of the bodies. If someone comes across them now, they won't catch you with them.

You need to decide where exactly you're going.

Your mom's house is the most obvious destination. Once you're out of the coalfield, it shouldn't take more than twenty minutes to walk there through the outskirts of town. That's the problem though, you'll almost definitely be spotted by someone.
Maybe you'll have a better chance at getting home if you wait until nightfall. It's only like an hour until sundown. If you can find a safe place to hide, you can stay there until it's dark enough for you to get home without being seen - hopefully.
Finally, there's always the woods that surround Eastchurch. No one will be able to find you there and you might even find a stream or something that you can wash yourself in. When it's really late, maybe then you can head home. The only problem is the wildlife - you've heard stories about bears in the woods. Maybe that's what killed those guys?

>Make a dash for home. It's risky but it's better than being caught in the same place as a bunch of dead bodies.
>Hide somewhere and wait for nightfall. You don't want to risk being seen running around naked and covered in blood.
>Go in the woods. No one will find you there, except for maybe a hungry bear if you're really unlucky.

>>5514133
>call mom to pick you up

>>5514133
>Hide somewhere and wait for nightfall. You don't want to risk being seen running around naked and covered in blood.

>>5514133
>>5514143
Support, if that doesn't work, go to woods.

>>5514133
>Go in the woods. No one will find you there, except for maybe a hungry bear if you're really unlucky.

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Now that you've created some distance between yourself and that gory bloodbath, you decide to call your mom. If this doesn't work out, then you'll just hide out in the woods until the time's right. You crouch behind a mound of excavated earth that's taller down your house and take a closer look at your phone. It doesn't seem to have suffered any damage during... whatever happened. You still don't know what to think about all of the carnage you woke up to. It's easier not to think about it at all.

You call her number. With nothing to do but wait for her to pick up, you're left shivering in the cold and listening to that same tone repeat itself over and over again. She doesn't pick up and you go through to voicemail, but there's no way in hell that you're just going to leave a message for her. You terminate the call and try again. She finally answers after your third attempt, but the first thing that you hear from her is an exasperated sigh.

"Sam, I've told you not to call me while I'm working."

In the heat of the moment, you completely forgot. She's got a job at a diner that keeps her working until six almost every day of the week. She's only able to come home for an hour or two, to cook dinner and change clothes before she's out the door again to do some cleaning job - at least, that's what she tells you. You try not to think too much about the lengths she goes to put food on the table and keep a roof over your head.

"Hey Ma," you begin. Your voice is a little hoarse but otherwise, you manage to hold yourself together. "Something's happened. Could you pick me up at the old coal mine?"

"The old... God damn it, I've told you to stay outta there," she chides. The irritation in her tone is pretty apparent. "It ain't safe in there. Look, I really oughta finish up here, my boss won't be happy if I just drop everything to come get you. You're seventeen, you're not a kid any more, you can walk yourself home."

Didn't she hear you say that something happened? She's not listening to you, she never listens. How are you going to get her to take you seriously?

>Be honest with her. You just woke up in the middle of the mine next to a couple of corpses, covered in their blood. You think you might've killed them.
>Put the blame on someone else. There was this bear that killed a couple of kids. That won't explain some of the details but she doesn't need to know everything.
>Try to avoid saying too much on the phone. You don't want to go to jail over this. Just keep on begging for her to pick you up and pray that she'll acquiesce.
>Hang up. She's always been too wrapped up in work to actually be there when you need there. You'll just have to take care of yourself. Time to go innawoods.

>>5514623
>>Try to avoid saying too much on the phone. You don't want to go to jail over this. Just keep on begging for her to pick you up and pray that she'll acquiesce.

>>5514623
>Hang up. She's always been too wrapped up in work to actually be there when you need there. You'll just have to take care of yourself. Time to go innawoods.

Fuck yeah, a World of Darkness quest

>>5514623
>Hang up. She's always been too wrapped up in work to actually be there when you need there. You'll just have to take care of yourself. Time to go innawoods.
Fuck you too bitch.

>>5514623
We can tell her SOME of the truth. We can tell her about those guys following and beating us up and we can add they stole our clothes to explain the nudity. Kind of awkward and humiliating but it would be a decent explanation. We'll definitely need a way to clean ourselves up though.

just to check is this old world of darkness/werewolf 20th anniversary, or the nulore they brought out recently?

>>5514686
I'm not saying shit on a pentex gizmo (meta I know but still)

>>5514623
>>Hang up. She's always been too wrapped up in work to actually be there when you need there. You'll just have to take care of yourself. Time to go innawoods.
Say " I love you mama" before you hang up. this might be the last thing we ever say to her.

>>5514623
>>Put the blame on someone else. There was this bear that killed a couple of kids. That won't explain some of the details but she doesn't need to know everything.

>>5514705
+1 on the write-in

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>This quest shall use the 20th Anniversary setting with some minor changes whenever I see fit.

"... Yeah, alright. I love you, Mama."

"I love you too, Sam." Her voice has softened a little. She's a little taken aback by that. "Hey, we can talk about whatever happened when I get home, okay? I really gotta get back to work though..."

"Sure. Okay."

With that, you end the call and let a sigh of your own rattle past your lips. That might have been the last time that you will ever hear her voice. Once you have steeled yourself, you collect your things and get up. Slowly and carefully, you navigate your way through the old coalfield, using heaps of rubble as cover whenever you get the opportunity. You learn to tread lightly to avoid getting any sharp chunks of rock embedded in your feet. The sun's almost down by the time you finally find a slope that leads out of the mine and into the wild woodland that surrounds Eastchurch.

After walking on all of that hard gravel and debris, the loamy soil feels wonderful beneath your feet. You still need to worry about stepping on the occasional stick or stone but it's a hell of an improvement. While a lot of the trees are bare, the majority of them are evergreen and give you the cover that you need. Not that you need it, there's almost no chance of anyone actually passing through these woods. With no need to worry about hiding any more, you pick up the pace and begin your search for a stream or a pond, anything at all that you can wash yourself in. The blood has dried and become sticky by now.

By this point, the sun has set. The sky's growing darker by the moment and you can even see the brightest stars, shining bright now that twilight is here. Yet all of the stars in the world couldn't compare to the moon. Not only can you see it but you can feel it as well, pulling at your soul just as it pulls at the tides.

>You gain 1 Rage. Your Rage is currently 1/10.
>Rage is a resource that you gain at the start of every night and in situations where you experience failure, humiliation or confrontation. You can spend Rage on abilities that will be described when they become relevant. If your Rage reaches 10/10, you will frenzy.
>You gain 1 Will. Your Will is currently 1/10.
>Will is a resource that you gain at the start of every night, during interaction with certain entities and in situations where you experience victory or self-reflection. You can spend Will on abilities that will be described when they become relevant.

You look up at the sky and behold...

>A new moon. The sign of the one who cuts the high and mighty down to size.
>A crescent moon. The sign of the one who is bound to the very soul of the land.
>A half moon. The sign of the one who brings balance and wisdom to the world.
>A gibbous moon. The sign of the one who battles despair in all of its forms.
>A full moon. The sign of the one who will slay the enemy, no matter the cost.

>>5514806
>A full moon. The sign of the one who will slay the enemy, no matter the cost.
Shame there's no blood moon out tonight...

>>5514806
>A full moon. The sign of the one who will slay the enemy, no matter the cost.
Ahroun time

hey just a tip since it works well for me, Hench, but I think its good practice to let the thread know when voting closes, what the winning vote is, and you're working on the update (even if you don't post it that day)

just streamlines things and keeps communication going

>>5514806
>A full moon. The sign of the one who will slay the enemy, no matter the cost.
Warrior time

>>5514834
>I try to limit the amount of OOC communication with players for the sake of some peoples' immersion, but I'll give it a shot.

>Voting's locked, going with:
>A full moon. The sign of the one who will slay the enemy, no matter the cost.
>Update is in progress.

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It's a full moon. It's so bright that you don't even need to use your phone as a flashlight to find your way through the woods. At this time of night, the forest seems to come to life. Small mammals scurry between the roots of trees while nocturnal hunters swoop between the branches high above your head. It's pretty majestic and in any other situation, you'd pause to take it in. You don't have the time for that though. You need to find a body of water to clean yourself in and then somewhere safe where you can wait until Eastchurch is asleep.

Finally, you hear the sound of running water and follow it to a stream. It looks like liquid silver in the moonlight. It's pretty shallow, a little muddy and really fucking cold, but it's your only hope for washing off all of that blood. You drop to a crouch beside it, put your stuff down next to you and start scrubbing off the gore that you're stained with.

It's hard work. The dried blood clings to you like a second skin in some places and you really need to scour it to get it off. Handful of grass help with the scrubbing, even if they leave your flesh streaked with dirt and chlorophyll. It's better than looking like you just walked out of a horror movie.

You hear the sound of dead leaves and grass rustling nearby. When you look up, you expect to see a fox or a raccoon or something.

Instead, you see a wolf only a few yards downstream, staring right at you. You freeze.

>You gain 1 Rage. Your Rage is currently 2/10.

It's way closer than you would like and its fangs are bared in a silent snarl. What the fuck is it doing here? There aren't supposed to be any wild wolves in Pennsylvania. Your human mind screams at you to turn and run before it pounces on you, but you feel more than fear right now. New instincts roil inside of your brain and demand that you establish dominance or kinship, in ways that you don't quite comprehend.

>You can spend 1 Rage to temporarily enhance your strength, stamina and speed. This will enhance a roll that you make with a +10 modifier.
>You can spend 1 Will to adopt another form. Each form comes with unique advantages and disadvantages. Reverting to your human form costs no Will.

The wolf skulks closer, one step at a time. Its eyes gleam and its body is as tense as a compressed spring, ready to leap into action at a moment's notice.

>Run for your life. (This will require a roll after voting is locked.)
>Hold your ground. Anything you do will just antagonise the beast.
>Scare it off. Punch its snout, as hard as you can. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
>You sense a kindred spirit in this animal. Adopt the form of the wolf. (This will spend 1 Will.)
>Assert your dominance and reveal your true strength. Adopt the war form. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5514913
>Assert your dominance and reveal your true strength. Adopt the war form. (This will spend 1 Will.)
Crinos time, let's go!

>>5514913
>Assert your dominance and reveal your true strength. Adopt the war form. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5514913
>>Assert your dominance and reveal your true strength. Adopt the war form. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5514913
>You sense a kindred spirit in this animal. Adopt the form of the wolf. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5514913
>Hold your ground. Anything you do will just antagonise the beast.

>Voting's locked, going with:
>Assert your dominance and reveal your true strength. Adopt the war form. (This will spend 1 Will.)
>Starting work on update.

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>You spend 1 Will. Your Will is currently 0/10.

You have been taught all of your life that animals like wolves are dangerous predators, thoughtless and driven by hunger. Now that you're looking into the eyes of one, you don't see that. Instead you see a rival, a competitor trying to muscle you out of its territory. It doesn't want to eat you, it just wants to scare you off. After everything that has happened today, you refuse to be scared any more.

Your bones crack and your flesh warps but you don't feel any pain. You just feel more powerful and confident than ever as you grow in size and sprout a coat of mottled black and brown fur. The growth spurt only takes a couple of seconds but by the time that it's done, you're over nine feet tall. Claws like knives jut out from your fingertips and your fang-filled maw is far more fearsome than your opponent's. You don't even need to look into a mirror to realise that you have become a monstrous fusion of man and wolf. You should be frightened or confused by what you have become, but you're not. This feel rights. This is what you are meant to be.

>Crinos is your war form. It enhances your rolls concerning strength and stamina with a +30 modifier and your rolls concerning speed with a +10 modifier. While you are in this form, your Rage gain is doubled, you rapidly heal outside of combat and you are particularly vulnerable to silver. Human interaction in this form is not advised.

>Homid is your human form. It is the only form you have that does not possess rapid healing outside of combat or a particular vulnerability to silver. It is the ideal form for human interaction.

The snarling brown wolf suddenly seems so small. You almost want to laugh when it starts backing away from you and you can't resist taunting the beast.

"That's right, fuck off!" Your bestial mouth distorts the words so much that they barely sound human any more. "Get outta here, you little bitch!"

As soon as you say those words, the little brown wolf rears back on its hind legs and starts to change. Its bones crack and its skin shifts just like yours did. It's your turn to snarl as the wild animal transforms into a lumbering behemoth, only a couple of inches shorter than you but just as deadly.

>You gain 2 Rage. Your Rage is currently 4/10.

"Say that one more time, cub." The wolf-man seems to struggle with English even more than you, as though the language is foreign to it. Every syllable is rough and clipped. All that matters is that it's squaring up to you, ready for a fight.

>Strike first and strike as hard as you can. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
>Say it one more time and start running. (This will require a roll after voting is locked.)
>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.
>Apologise and back down. You didn't realise that you were talking to another one of... whatever you are.

>>5515102
>Strike first and strike as hard as you can. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)

>>5515102
>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.

>>5515102
>Strike first and strike as hard as you can. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
Don't back down, its important to establish dominance early on.
Don't be a bitch.

>>5515102
>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.

>>5515102
>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.

>>5515102
>>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.

>>5515102
>Strike first and strike as hard as you can. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)

>>5515102
>>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.

QM if we kill it, can we eat it?

>WoD Quest
Please, QM. Please.

>>5515102
>Strike first and strike as hard as you can. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)

>>5515102
>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.

>>5515102
>Demand answers.
Did you do this to me? Because you owe me new a shirt and pants if you did, you ass.

>>5515102
>Apologise and back down. You didn't realise that you were talking to another one of... whatever you are.

>Voting's locked, going with:
>Demand answers. What the fuck is going on? It was able to transform like you did, so it's got to know something.
>Starting work on update.

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"What the fuck is going on? What are you?" You don't want to antagonise the other wolf-man any more than you already have, but you need answers.

"A dumb cub is stinking up my woods with ape blood," the tawny monster growls at you. "A dumb cub who has just Changed and has no Kin-Fetch. That is what is 'going on.' I am Sees-Forest-For-Trees. I am Garou. I fight for Gaia and so will you. You will come with me."

"Hold on." You take a step back as the monster lurches closer, in an effort to try and maintain a little distance between the two of you. You don't understand half of what it just said. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain some of this shit. What the fuck is a Garou? Did you do this to me? What do you mean, fight for Gaia? Why the fuck would I want to do that?"

"A dumb cub cares too much about knowing. I did not make you Garou. You were born Garou. You came of age and you Changed. Garou are ape, wolf and spirit, all in one body. We are born to fight for Gaia, for our mother, for the soul of the world. It is what you live for, cub." It takes another step towards you. You take another step back and almost lose your balance as your foot ends up in the stream, with cool water flowing around it.

"Stop calling me a cub. It's fucking weird. My name's Sam and why the hell should I fight for this hippy shit? Don't I have a say in this?"

"That is not a name. 'Sam' is an ape sound that has no meaning. You are a dumb cub and have no name until you earn one. No matter what you do, you will fight. It is what you were born to do. If you do not fight for Gaia, then you will fight for your dumb ape urges. Then the foe will find you and make you fight for it." Once more, Sees-Forest-For-Trees lumbers towards you and you stumble back, with both of your feet now in the stream. It's a pretty disadvantageous position to fight from. "I will not let that happen."

"Far as I can tell, you're trying to make me fight for you. That doesn't make you any different from this foe of yours."

"We fight to save the world. The foe fights to kill her. No more talking. I will take you to my pack. They will know what to do with a dumb ape-born cub. But will I have to break you first?"

>Kick its ass. If it wants a fight, so be it. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
>Run the fuck away. You want nothing to do with any of this. (This will require a roll after voting is locked.)
>You will follow Sees-Forest-For-Trees. If there are other Garou, maybe they'll be more helpful than this asshole.

>>5515582
>Kick its ass. If it wants a fight, so be it. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
This is probably a bad idea, but I'm doing it anyway.

>>5515582
>Kick its ass. If it wants a fight, so be it. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)

>>5515582

>Run the fuck away. You want nothing to do with any of this. (This will require a roll after voting is locked.)

I don't feel we really want to deal with this right now. We can always come back later if we have to, but for now we have to much to process to get dragged into some tribal mumbo jumbo by a grumpy werewolf.

>>5515582
>Kick its ass. If it wants a fight, so be it. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
Ahroun don't back down

>>5515582
>Run the fuck away. You want nothing to do with any of this. (This will require a roll after voting is locked.)

>>5515582
>Kick its ass. If it wants a fight, so be it.
Fucker called us an ape, we should chimp out on his bitch ass. We're going to lose, but you know this is normal for uppity cubs.

On the off chance we win though...

>>5515582
>Kick its ass. If it wants a fight, so be it. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)
Swiggy swooty, coming for dat booty.

Rolled 75 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>Voting's locked, going with:
>Kick its ass. If it wants a fight, so be it. (This will spend 1 Rage and require a roll after voting is locked.)

>I want three rolls of dice+1d100+30 and I will accept the best of three. The higher the roll, the better - but you will also need to beat my roll.

>The modifiers for your roll are:
>+30 for fighting in Crinos form.
>+10 for spending a point of Rage while fighting.
>-10 for disadvantageous terrain (starting off the fight standing in a muddy stream)

Rolled 74 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5515773
The only way to beat this is to roll in the 90s. This is a lesson; if we did not try to fight, then we would be viewed as cowardly. The goal here is not to make a poor showing of ourselves.

Rolled 13 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5515773

Rolled 93 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>5515773

>>5515823
Nice. If not for the bad ground we would have won with that roll. Any wiggle room qm?

Glad that worked, that guy deserves to get smacked around a bit for picking on newbies. He's now going to learn the hard way, since there's no way we'll follow him, especially after holding our own in a scuffle.
>The overgrown mutt wants a fight? Let's give him one. Use our size to pin him and use he river to our advantage. Faceplant him into the water and mud until he stops moving.
If tactics write-in are allowed.

I am surprised we did not get a bonus for our Auspice.>>5515829

>>5515833
Not sure what that is, I'm only vaguely familiar with Vampire: The Masquerade, and bits of Werewolf and Mummy lore.
So far, this feels like VtM with the amount of smugness this guy is exuding. I mean, seeing the forest for the trees? Dog's high on his own supply there. Putting him down would be community service at this point!

>>5515823
>>5515820
>>5515818
>I asked for three rolls of dice+1d100+30. That last one had a +50 instead. I'll accept the roll of 93, but with a modifier of +30 instead.
>That means that your highest roll was 123, against my roll of 125. You put up a hell of a fight. I'll start work on an update. I'll take >>5515829's suggestion into account too, though it won't quite work out that way.
>>5515833
>From an IC perspective, you just went through your First Change and are yet to discover everything that you are capable of. From an OOC perspective, I don't want to just info-dump all of the mechanics from the very start.

So the wiki is pretty extensive. >>5515839
If you understood the lore then you would know that by Garou standards this guy not attacking us on sight and even being able to speak in the war form is pretty impressive. Garou once upon a time ruled over and purged humanity routinely and drove multiple other changing tribes extinct. They are a very prideful people because they are among the most deadly creatures in WOD. Ex. One werewolf can kill multiple vampires and one v. one tanks/mechs.

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>You spend 1 Rage. Your Rage is currently 3/10.

"I'd like to see you try!" Your words are spoken rather than roared as you fling yourself out of the stream at the arrogant wolf-man. The slippery mud of the riverbed makes this a little difficult and you end up slamming into Sees-Forest-For-Trees, rather than pouncing on top of it like you planned. The impact is enough to knock the asshole off of his feet and send both of you sprawling on the grassy bank.

What follows is a violent wrestling match, chaotic and unorthodox. Primeval fury overpowers any rational thought as you follow your instincts, raking at your enemy's hide and rending its flesh with knife-like claws. The monster howls in agony before it leans in and buries its fangs in your shoulder. It's your turn to scream when it rips a mouthful of meat out of you, but the pain just fuels your rage. For every wound that you receive, you give one in return and the two of you spend what feels like an eternity tearing each other apart in a maelstrom of fur and gore.

At one point, an idea enters your rage-addled brain - the water, you can use that to your advantage. Shifting your weight, you manage to roll yourself and your foe into the water of the stream, with the intention of pinning it beneath your mass and burying its head in the muddy water. It doesn't end up face-down like you planned though. You have to deal with its teeth snapping at you as you try to force its snout under the surface and at one point, it manages to lock its fangs around one of your forearms. You scream as the pressure of the beast's jaws shatter the bone, rendering that arm useless.

That's when the tide turns. It's your turn to be rolled over and pinned beneath the weight of your adversary as you find yourself unable to keep it under you with just one working arm. The monstrous Garou manages to straddle you and wrap its claws around your throat, squeezing the breath out of you as you struggle to keep your snout above the water level.

"Give it up cub, " Sees-Forest-For-Trees snarls. It's giving you the chance to surrender but even as your vision starts to darken, you can feel primordial fury bubbling away at the back of your mind. All you need to do is cede control to your instincts.

>If you are losing a fight, you can choose to frenzy. This gives you a second wind, reduces your Rage to 0/10 and give you a +50 modifier on your next roll. The downside is that you will lose control after that roll and go on a murderous rampage that you may regret.

>Tap out. Sees-Forest-For-Trees has won this fight. You'll play along and let it take you to its pack.
>Spit in its face. You might have lost but you still have your pride. You'll never surrender.
>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)

>>5515874
>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)
fuck him up.

>>5515874
>Spit in its face. You might have lost but you still have your pride. You'll never surrender.
Time to take responsibility for our violence
1 concussion please

>>5515874
>Spit in its face. You might have lost but you still have your pride. You'll never surrender.

>>5515874
Its easy to give into frenzy. It gives power. But the more you do it the easier it becomes. This is one of the greatest traps of being garou.
>Spit in its face. You might have lost but you still have your pride. You'll never surrender.

Rage. But rage contained.

>>5515874
>Spit in its face. You might have lost but you still have your pride. You'll never surrender.

We will challenge him publicly later. There is no benefit in going all out now.>>5515874

>>5515866
I know how terrifying Garous are to vampires, just not the rest. And this guy is guilty of being a dick, regardless of what Garous are supposed to act like.
Sam is done being pushed around, just ask his last two bullies what happens when he loses it.

>>5515874
>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)
We've already done it once apparently, and if he didn't want us to frenzy, he shouldn't have been riling us up!
Sam is done being pushed around, just ask his last two bullies what happens when he loses it.

>>5515874
>Tap out. Sees-Forest-For-Trees has won this fight. You'll play along and let it take you to its pack.
It was a good show for someone first fight.

So here's the thing. This is a test. Garou are heavily tribal (i.e. racially divided, highly traditional and gender conservative). Hell the entire way to rise up the Garou Nation ladder is through reputation. this guy is probably a rank 2 or rank 3. We are not even rank 1 yet. Btw the system goes from unranked all the way to rank 6. he protecting his rep right now. There are probably other garou observing this.>>5515894

>>5515874
>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)

RAGE THE CAGE

>>5515874
>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)

>>5515874
>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)

>>5515874
>Spit in its face. You might have lost but you still have your pride. You'll never surrender.

>>5515874
>>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)

Rolled 74 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>Voting's locked, going with:
>Succumb to your rage. (This will require a roll after voting is locked and will result in you frenzying.)

>I want three rolls of dice+1d100+70 and I will accept the best of three. The higher the roll, the better - but you will also need to beat my roll.

>The modifiers for your roll are:
>+30 for fighting in Crinos form.
>+50 for spending a point of Rage while fighting.
>-10 for disadvantageous terrain.

Rolled 71 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5516053

Rolled 69 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5516053

Rolled 23 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5516053
dice are rigged.

>>5516053
>The +50 was from frenzying, not from spending a point of Rage. My bad.
>>5516058
>>5516061
>>5516063
>Your highest roll was 141, against my roll of 144. Again, it was extremely close and I'll be taking that into account in the update. I'll be able to work on the update in a few hours.

>>5516072

If not for the terrain we would have won, but I like this narratively more. We did not shame our ancestors and made a good showing of ourselves. As I said before this is all about rep and the fact we pushed a much older wolf this far without any training is as best as could be expected. Even if we had a higher roll there is still a chance we would not have won since sometimes beating the DC just means lasting another round or enduring a blow. Let this fight be a lesson.

>accidently kill a bunch of people
>tell mother the location of said bodies
>get kidnapped and indoctrinated by a wolf tribe

No way we won't be convicted for murder and plastered onto TV screens everywhere. Police will be looking for us and we'll be in the center of Humanity vs. Werewolves.

Dude relax this is world of darkness. Didn’t you hear about that those deaths were caused by a cougar attack? There’s like 5 different things responsible for keeping mortals ignorant. Did you know that if a mortal sees a werewolf in its war form that the brain literally forces the body to run away and delete/edit the memory? Our boys fine.

>>5516104
Doesn't Pentex want to keep up the mascarade so they can continue to corrupt the world in secret? While revealing werewolves would get people to go on a purge, it would also make their own plans harder.
I may be mixing things with factions from other White Wolf splatbooks though.

>>5516116
>>5516132
Forgot that there was an actual setting for a moment. I only thought this was a generic Werewolf quest and didn't take those things into account.

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>You frenzy. Your Rage is currently 0/10.

You aren't about to give up. You refuse to surrender even if you've run out of options, and you still have one last trick left up your sleeve. You let your humanity slip away and allow your anger to take the wheel. The rage infuses every fibre of your being, knitting your wounds back together and causing that shattered limb of yours to snap back into place. The only sound that leaves your maw is an inhuman scream of hatred as you take a swipe as the wolf-man's face with your once-broken arm. The impact is enough to send Sees-Forest-For-Trees toppling off of you and violently dislocate its jaw.

You scramble upright, only to witness the Garou's jaw pop back into place of its own accord with a sickening crunch. All of the gashes and gouges you carved in its hide seem to seal shut before your very eyes. With a horrid and unearthly wail, the monster throws itself at you, all fangs and fury.

You don't remember much after that. It's a blur of teeth, blood, fur and anger. You've never felt so much loathing in all of your life. It leaves no room for thought. The rage doesn't even allow you to use your own senses until it finally ebbs away and allows you back into your own brain.

When you wake up, you're back to your old naked human self and covered in blood. This time, plenty of it is yours. You don't have any wounds though, with the exception of a nasty scar on your forearm where Sees-Forest-For-Trees sank his teeth into it and fractured the bone. You can feel it throbbing painfully beneath your skin - you're not sure if it healed properly.

You look around. You're still by the stream. A couple of trees have toppled over and where there was once a grassy bank by the water, there is now just a mire of blood and mud. You manage to push yourself to your feet with a lot of effort. Every fibre of your being aches with pain and exhaustion, but from the look of Sees-Forest-For-Trees, it's not doing any better. It has reverted to the form of the wolf and lies next to a fallen tree, panting for breath. Its lower jaw doesn't seem to line up properly with its snout any more - you aren't the only one who was left with a battle scar.

Neither of you are in any condition to continue the fight so after everything that happened, it looks like it's a tie.

>You gain 1 Will. Your Will is currently 1/10.

>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure.
>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.
>You better stay innawoods for a while. Going back to town isn't such a good idea but you're not about to join a crazy wolf cult either.

>>5516166
>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.

>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force. (this way lies Lore).

Also, nice we got our first battle scar and based on that picture we may be Get of Fenris which would be awesome.

>>5516166
>You better stay innawoods for a while. Going back to town isn't such a good idea but you're not about to join a crazy wolf cult either.

>>5516166
>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure
Rassafrassumhippydogs.

>>5516166
>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.
I want to know what tribe we are

>>5516166
>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure.

>>5516166
>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure.
If we don't even get home moms probably going to think we murdered those kids and ran away from home.

>>5516166
>>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.
Call him names, like mangy-furred mutt and decrepit old-timer. He deserves it for the cub bit. And his name is still really pretentious. Apart from that, compliments to him on a good fight. I'd be willing to let this go if he is, and hear him out about this whole mess. But if he pull the crazy hippy press-ganging us for the Earth-Mother's service speech again, we're out.

>>5516212
Then again, >>5516211 makes a point. We have a human life to talk about. In Sam's not entirely stable mind, this can wait.
Changing vote to:
>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure.
Refer to my last post for the insults/compliments, and do say we'll be back soon, and not to come find us unless he wants a rematch.

>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.

>>5516166
>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.

>>5516166
>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure.

>>5516166
>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure.

>>5516176
This is me, but if nobody else wants to be a lone wolf, I vote instead for:

>>5516166
>Eastchurch

>>5516166
>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.

>>5516166
>Have a sick, bloody fight with an older werewolf, and fight them to a draw
>Follow them home to their little commune innawoods, to where all their friends are, to get ganged up on
Galaxy brain plays, already. I vote that we wash up once again, go home tonight, and make plans to meet with the talks-shit-gets-bit and his tribe tomorrow, since we need more answers than we can learn right now anyway.

>>5516166
>You will accompany Sees-Forest-For-Trees to meet its pack. Hopefully it will be a little more respectful in the future, after that show of force.

>>551633
Let's also see if we can pull up basic knowledge on werewolves. With any hope, we've got something made out of silver we can grab and test on ourselves, at least. Maybe file it into a point? Shanking with that means inflicting a wound that won't heal during the fight. If we aim well and strike muscle, or even nerve, that would make things much easier.

>>5516339
I think you deleted the last number of the post you to to reply to anon

>>5516339
We are also a werewolf, carrying silver objects will hurt us, or just weaken us if we are in human form.
And we can't just carry it and then drop it as needed, since it last for a day after contact.
Atleast that's how I remember it. But I guess in a non-meta perpespective it ok since Sam doesn't know how werewolves work other then mister asshole, much less that he was right about Gaia.

>Voting's locked, going with:
>You're going back to Eastchurch. Take your leave as soon as you've cleaned yourself again, maybe sling a few insults at the wolf for good measure.
>Starting work on an update now.

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You're going home. If this werewolf went out of its way to try and conscript you into its weird new age army, who's to say that its pack won't try and do the same thing? You struggled to hold your own against one of them, so you're pretty sure that a group of them would kick your ass. No, you're better off making your way back to town and taking a break from all of this madness.

"Crazy ass wolf," you mutter as you go back to washing off all of the blood, just like you were before it interrupted it. Sees-Forest-For-Trees bares its teeth at you once more, but it doesn't approach you. Just like you, it's worn out and isn't in the mood for another fight. Instead, it just lingers nearby and watches you from the shadows. When you finally finish cleaning yourself, you manage to find your things in the mud. Your phone's screen is cracked but at least it still seems to work. According to it, the time is 21:38. Shit. You must've been fighting for far longer than you thought.

An audible growl comes from the wolf as you begin to walk away, but you just flip it the bird.

"Fuck off. I ain't joining your cult."

You half-expect the asshole to follow you, but it doesn't. It just lets you walk away. After a few minutes of trudging through the wilderness, you hear a mournful howl that pierces the night with incredible clarity. It's enough to make you pause and glance over your shoulder, but there's still no sign of Sees-Forest-For-Trees. After a little hesitation, you pick up the pace a little. If it's calling for back-up, you don't want to be around when it arrives.

Nevertheless, you can't help but think about what it said. Apparently, you are Garou - part man, part wolf, part spirit. You don't feel like a monstrous hybrid though, you feel human. You are human. You look like one, you think like one, you're walking like one. You're nothing like that brainwashed beast back there, you're a man, civilised and cunning, the apex species. Sees-Forest-For-Trees can call you an ape all it wants, but you're so much more than that. There's power in your heritage, in your humanity.

>As a werewolf, you have access to a selection of special abilities known as Gifts. The Gifts that you have access to are determined by your heritage, the moon that you changed under and one other factor.
>Here is a list of Gifts tied to your human heritage. At this point in time, you can only choose one Gift. You may be able to acquire the other Gifts (and many more) in the future.

>Apecraft's Blessings: You can spend 1 Will to enhance any roll using a human-made tool with a +10 modifier. This will scale as you grow stronger.
>City Running: You can spend 1 Rage to effortlessly traverse any urban environment. This includes obstacles like rooftops, cluttered alleys and the sides of most buildings.
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.
>Persuasion: You can spend 1 Will to give your words an unusually strong impact, allowing them to shake long-held political beliefs or challenge addiction. This only works on humans.
>Smell of Man: Wild animals fear you and will stay away from you as much as possible. Domesticated animals see you as a friend and will never attack you, except in self-defence. This is permanently active.

>>5516419
>Master of Fire
this also include human form?

>>5516419
>City Running: You can spend 1 Rage to effortlessly traverse any urban environment. This includes obstacles like rooftops, cluttered alleys and the sides of most buildings.

>>5516422
>Yes.

>>5516419
>>City Running: You can spend 1 Rage to effortlessly traverse any urban environment. This includes obstacles like rooftops, cluttered alleys and the sides of most buildings

>City Running: You can spend 1 Rage to effortlessly traverse any urban environment. This includes obstacles like rooftops, cluttered alleys and the sides of most buildings.


So cainites make their homes in the cities and if we dont plan on running off into the forests we need this to better hunt them down. They think themself safe in their cities. We will show them how wrong they are.>>5516419

>>5516419
>City Running: You can spend 1 Rage to effortlessly traverse any urban environment. This includes obstacles like rooftops, cluttered alleys and the sides of most buildings.

I really hope this Quest doesn't die like all other WoD Quest last year...

Also i really like Master of Fire, but if we can pick it later then it's a really good Gift. Yeah, we won't be attacked with fire in each fight, but being able to being basically inmune to that damage even in human form it's nice

>>5516419
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns
people don't realize how fucking dangerous fire is to werewolves if they're giving up master of fire. its as bad as silver.

>>5516428
hunting vampires is not a particularly major responsibility of the garou

we should be more concerned with banes

>>5516419
>Apecraft's Blessings: You can spend 1 Will to enhance any roll using a human-made tool with a +10 modifier. This will scale as you grow stronger.

>>5516477
Oh yeah, fire is one of werewolves's weaknesses
Changing to
>>5516480
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.

>>5516419
>City Running: You can spend 1 Rage to effortlessly traverse any urban environment. This includes obstacles like rooftops, cluttered alleys and the sides of most buildings.

As much as i like fire resistance so far we have lost primarily due to terrain minuses. Logically, being able to better fight in urban environments will negate this minus and possibly give us a bonus.

>>5516419
>City Running: You can spend 1 Rage to effortlessly traverse any urban environment. This includes obstacles like rooftops, cluttered alleys and the sides of most buildings.
Can all of these be activated in every form?

>>5516419
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.
So you're telling me that the best way to fight cainites is to set myself on fire and go into war form

>>5516419
>City Running
Though I also like Smell of Man

>>5516419
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.

>>5516419
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.

>>5516419
>Master of Fire

>>5516419
Changing to
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.
it's an actual weakness, apparently

I wonder if this is bringing us closer to the Bone Gnawers or Glass Walkers.
I'm hoping for the urbans, but the underdogs isn't that bad

>>5516637
I'll take being a Bone Gnawer over being a fucking nerd

>>5516419
>>Smell of Man: Wild animals fear you and will stay away from you as much as possible. Domesticated animals see you as a friend and will never attack you, except in self-defence. This is permanently active.

>>5516637
Unless ma fucked some homeless guy, or at least some guy that didn't look or smell bad like the regular Bone Gnawer we can expect for it to be any other tribe

From the description of the fur we can be a Bone Gnawer, a Glass Walker, maybe one of the indigenous Tribes, or even a 0 Pure Breed Shadow Lord.

Who knows, but at the end we can still try and go for any of the tribes after we pass the rite

>Voting's locked, going with:
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.
>Starting work on an update now.
>>5516507
>Can all of these be activated in every form?
>Yes, though some of them are less useful in certain forms.
>The wolf form and the yet-to-be-seen dire form do not have hands to use human-made tools for Apecraft's Blessings, nor are they capable of human speech for Persuasion.

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Fire. Humanity's drawn so much of its strength from fire over the years. It's how you cook your food, it's how you stay warm, it's how you light up the night. Fire is your ally. All you need to do is ask and it will stay its hand for a while. You don't know how you know this, or even how to ask - you just feel this truth in bones. It's something that is woven into the very fibre of your being, just like your newfound ability to shift between shapes. It's a part of who you are.

>You gain 1 Will. Your Will is currently 2/10.

You're suddenly snapped out your reverie by the pinging of your phone. It looks like you must have lost signal while you were out in the woods because as you make your way back to civilisation, your phone's showing a whole bunch of missed calls and texts from your mom. They range from asking where you are, to begging you to call back, to asking if you had anything to do with those boys found at the old mine, to just praying for you to still be alive.

Shit. Someone must have found the bodies. Now the whole town's probably freaking out over it and if you know your mom, she's probably called the cops to let them know that you're missing and about that weird call that you made. They're probably looking for you right now. This isn't good.

>You gain 1 Rage. Your Rage is currently 1/10.

What makes matters worse is that you're shivering like crazy. You somehow managed to stave off hypothermia for a while but after all of those hours of nudity during a cold night, it's starting to set in. You can't afford to stay out in the cold for much longer - or maybe you can, just in a different form. If Sees-Forest-For-Trees was able to change into a wolf, maybe you can too. From a distance, most people might just mistake you for a husky or some other big dog and a fur coat is sure to keep you warm.

>You're going home. Adopt the form of the wolf and take the long way around. Cops are probably swarming all over the old coalfield right now. (This will spend 1 Will.)
>You need clothes. Some people might have been dumb enough to leave some out overnight on their clothes lines. You could steal some, in order to stave off the cold.
>Hand yourself in. Trying to avoid trouble will just make things worse. You have no idea how you will explain everything, but it's not like you have any other choice.
>Abort. This new information changes everything. Going back to Eastchurch is no longer an option. Become the wolf and find some shelter for the night. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5516768
>You're going home. Adopt the form of the wolf and take the long way around. Cops are probably swarming all over the old coalfield right now. (This will spend 1 Will.)

Mum's got to be kinfolk, right? she might know what's going on.

>>5516768
>first call mom back or at least text her to let her know we're alive and coming home
Then
>You need clothes. Some people might have been dumb enough to leave some out overnight on their clothes lines. You could steal some, in order to stave off the cold.

>>5516768
>You're going home. Adopt the form of the wolf and take the long way around. Cops are probably swarming all over the old coalfield right now. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5516768
>You're going home. Adopt the form of the wolf and take the long way around. Cops are probably swarming all over the old coalfield right now. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5516768
>You need clothes. Some people might have been dumb enough to leave some out overnight on their clothes lines. You could steal some, in order to stave off the cold.

>>5516768
>You're going home. Adopt the form of the wolf and take the long way around. Cops are probably swarming all over the old coalfield right now. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5516768
>>You're going home. Adopt the form of the wolf and take the long way around. Cops are probably swarming all over the old coalfield right now. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>Going with:
>You're going home. Adopt the form of the wolf and take the long way around. Cops are probably swarming all over the old coalfield right now. (This will spend 1 Will.)
>Starting work on an update now.

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>You spend 1 Will. Your Will is current 1/10.

Your flesh warps and your bones crunch as you take on the form of the wolf. You don't feel the same surge of strength that you did when you assumed the war form. Instead, you feel a little overwhelmed as your senses are bombarded with new input. Where there was once silence, you can now hear the rustling of every leaf and the scurrying of every tiny mammal nearby. Where there was once only a faint earthy smell, you can now identify the individual odours of compost, droppings, blood, musk, urine and so much more. You spend your first moments in this new shape gagging as you grow accustomed to the onslaught of new smells and tastes.

By the time that you have recovered, you have become a large wolf with a dappled coat of black and brown. From a distance, you might be mistaken for some breeds of dog but up close, you won't fool a lot of people.

>Lupus is your wolf form. It enhances your rolls concerning speed and stealth with a +20 modifier. While you are in this form, your senses are greatly enhanced, you rapidly heal outside of combat and you are particularly vulnerable to silver.

Your instinct is to pick up your stuff with your hands, but they're now paws - useless for anything other than burrowing. You're forced to gingerly try and pick up all of your things in your mouth, one by one, and it's really fucking difficult. Just when you're leaning down to try and pick up your wallet, the keys slip free from your jaws. It doesn't help that they all taste awful.

When you finally achieve this nigh-impossible feat, you make your way through the woods. You avoid going straight back to the old mine and take the long way around instead. By the time that you glimpse signs of civilisation through the trees, you're by the road that leads out of town, a couple of kilometres away from the coalfield.

You thought that the forest smelled bad, but Eastchurch smells far worse. The air around here stinks of gasoline, oil, rubber, tar, smoke... It smells like death. You stick to the trees and the long grass whenever you can but every now and then, you need to make a break for it across the asphalt, especially as you make your way further into town. Whenever you hear a car in the distance, you keep to the shadows until it's passed you by. You encounter a couple of humans but you stay so far away that they can't see anything but a silhouette against the street lighting, if they see you at all.

The streets start getting more and more familiar until you finally arrive at the tatty single story house where you've spent the past five years. It's not much, but it's home. You can see your mom's car in the driveway so you decide to sneak in through the backdoor instead. The last thing you want is to surprise her by turning up naked on her doorstep.

After you have hopped over a couple of fences and arrived in your overgrown backyard, you revert back to the form of man. You can't help but sigh in relief as the stench of civilisation recedes and your useless paws become hands once more. It's good to be people again. You unlock the backdoor as quietly as you can and slip into the kitchen, which doubles as a laundry room. There's a basket of clean clothes still waiting to be ironed that you decide to rummage through. Some underwear, some jeans, a t-shirt and you're good.

You weren't as quiet as you hoped. You're barely dressed before your mom suddenly bursts into the kitchen. She's still in the uniform that she wears at the diner, though her frizzy brown hair is a mess and her distress in plainly visible on her face. She just gawks at you, torn between anger and relief for a couple of seconds before she finally settles on anger. That's what she usually does whenever you get in trouble.

"What the hell, Sam?!"

"Ma, it's okay, I - "

"No, there is nothing okay about this! Do you have any idea what sorta trouble you've gotten yourself into?! The police are out there looking all over for you right now! What the hell were you doing down there with those boys?! Do you even know they're dead?! What were you even thinking, coming back here at this time of night after pulling a stunt like that?! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the cops right now!"

>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.
>Figure out what she knows. Ask about Garou and Gaia, does she know anything about them?
>You'll turn yourself in, just as soon as she tells you more about what's going on.
>Beg for her to not call the police. You didn't do anything wrong, you promise.
>Hug your mom. Honestly, you're just happy that she's okay and that you got to see her again.

>>5517073
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.
>Figure out what she knows. Ask about Garou and Gaia, does she know anything about them?
You got me into this mess by shagging that dogman you bitch.

>>5517073
>Hug your mom. Honestly, you're just happy that she's okay and that you got to see her again.
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.
>Figure out what she knows. Ask about Garou and Gaia, does she know anything about them?

Can’t blame her for that reaction.

>>5517086
This.

We can say the truth... But in case our Dad is an asshole and our mom isn't a kinfolk we can show the huge bite in our arm and go for the bear/wolf/something attacking or something.

>>5517073
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.

>>5517101
would be fucked up if he was a black spiral dancer

>>5517073
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.

>>5517110
>would be fucked up if he was a black spiral dancer
I mean... Unless he turned in one AFTER got mom pregnant, See-Forest-For-Tress would have killed us outright, or we could had a much more shitty life.

But, Hench said at the start he would change lore stuff that he saw fit, so it's still a possibility until we're told otherwise

>>5517073
>Hug your mom. Honestly, you're just happy that she's okay and that you got to see her again.
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.
Transfrom into a wolf again if nescessary.
Just not the warform, just in case she isn't a kinfolk and our birth was one of those rare cases that of breeding true.

>>5517073
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.

>>5517086
+1

I say we first need go test the waters with what she knows, then if she actually doesn't know anything we just tell her the truth

>>5517073
>Hug your mom. Honestly, you're just happy that she's okay and that you got to see her again.
Then:
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.
If she doesn't believe us...
>Turn into our Lupus form

>>5517086
Supporting.
Also, good pick on the Gift. We can pick Apecraft later, fire both shores up a weakness and allows us to wield fire offensively.
Easier to get a burning stick than to make War form sized guns and silver bullets.
We'll need to see how much it hurts, comparatively, and if it affects supernatural healing like silver might.

>Going with:
>Hug your mom. Honestly, you're just happy that she's okay and that you got to see her again.
>Tell her the truth. It's crazy, but she deserves to know. She's got to believe you.
>Figure out what she knows. Ask about Garou and Gaia, does she know anything about them?
>Will be able to start work on an update in an hour or two.

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"Ma, it's alright! I'll explain everything, I swear."

You throw your arms around your mom in a hug. A few years ago you didn't even come up to her shoulder, but now you loom over her. As always though, a little love from her son is enough to douse her anger. It's funny how quickly some things change, while others stay the same.

"... Okay, Sam. I'll give you a chance."

Once you've let go of her, you tell her your story. You start from the very beginning, with those assholes chasing you into the old coal mine. Next you describe how you blacked out, only to wake up covered in their blood. She looks baffled. When you tell her about your journey through the woods and your encounter with a wolf, her expression becomes exasperated. As soon as you bring up the shapeshifting and try to explain the things that Sees-Forest-For-Trees told you, she loses her patience and her fury is rekindled.

"Enough! Just stop! I don't wanna hear another word of this bullshit!" You flinch. Your mom always tries to avoid cussing around you, but this time you've pushed her over the edge. Any good will you might've earned with your filial affection has been lost. "If you're not gonna tell me the truth, maybe you'll tell it to the cops instead, 'cause they sure as hell won't believe a word of this crap!"

>You gain 1 Rage. Your Rage is currently 2/10.

"I swear it's the truth! You gotta believe me, Ma!" You rush after her as she marches into the hallway to grab the house phone. "Don't you know anything about Gaia or Garou?"

"I said enough! I don't wanna hear it, Sam!" You don't think she knows anything about this werewolf stuff. If she does, she's doing a damn good job at hiding it. Right now, all that matters is that she's half-way through dialling the number of the Eastchurch Police Department. If you let her go through with this, you'll have to deal with the cops.

>Let her. You can't run from justice forever. You might as well get this out of the way now.
>Stop her. Use force if you have to. (This will require a roll after voting is locked. Please state if you want to spend Rage on this roll or not.)
>Get out of there. If she wants to call the police, you sure as hell won't be around by the time that they get there.
>Assume the form of the wolf. She won't have a choice but to believe you when she sees it for herself. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5517329
>Assume the form of the wolf. She won't have a choice but to believe you when she sees it for herself. (This will spend 1 Will.)
Lupus form, not warform.
Don't want her to have a panic seizure.

>>5517329
>>Assume the form of the wolf. She won't have a choice but to believe you when she sees it for herself. (This will spend 1 Will.)

I don't remember if there's some weird Masquerade law that will get our mom killed if she knows about the Garou.

Either way, I think that if mom doesn't call the cops after we turn in wolf form, once the cops come to interrogate her things are going to get worse, maybe end up something like in Terminator where Sarah Connors ends up in a Psych Ward screaming about the robot apocalypse

>>5517329
>Assume the form of the wolf. She won't have a choice but to believe you when she sees it for herself. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5517366
We have more pressing concerns right now than masquerade rules our MC doesn't even know about. besides, we can tell her to keep quiet about this. it almost goes without saying, right?

>>5517366
I think the Veil does not extend to family members, since Kinfolk are a thing.
Althought here is still the chance she isn't kinfolk, and we vreed true despite how rare that would be.
Anyway, what we should be on the lookout is Pentex, Banes and Formori. They could be infiltrated in the police force and get her.

>>5517329
>Assume the form of the wolf. She won't have a choice but to believe you when she sees it for herself. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5517329
>Assume the form of the wolf. She won't have a choice but to believe you when she sees it for herself. (This will spend 1 Will.)

>>5517376
Thinking about it, the fact she didn't know anything is more or less a garantee she is kinfolk.

>>5517465
Isn't, sorry

>Going with:
>>Assume the form of the wolf. She won't have a choice but to believe you when she sees it for herself. (This will spend 1 Will.)
>I'll start work on an update when I have the time. Locking now since it seems unanimous so far.

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>You spend 1 Will. Your Will is current 0/10.

Before your mom can finish calling the cops, your bones start to crunch and your flesh shifts. She screams and staggers back, falling flat on her ass and dropping the phone. All of the clothes that you just put on flop uselessly off of your body, as they don't exactly fit your new shape. You'll need to figure out a solution to this problem - you can't keep on having a wardrobe malfunction every time that you change form.

By the time that your transformation comes to an end, your mother is just gawking at you in horror as you just stand there on all fours. Where there was once her son, there is now a wolf. You're not sure how you feel about the fact that you can literally smell her fear and bewilderment, along with so much else.

"Oh shit," she mumbles as she stares at you, bug-eyed. "Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck..." In an effort to try and alleviate her concerns, you revert back to your human form. As soon as your paws transform back into fingers, you grab your clothes and hurriedly put them on again. "So you... The police told me that a bear that killed those boys but... That was you, wasn't it?" You don't like the way that your mom is looking at you. She's not angry any more, she's afraid.

"Ma, listen, I don't even know what happened. If I did it, I wasn't myself. You know me, I'd never do something like that!" A little bit of desperation creeps into your voice. Other than your mom, there's no one you can turn to. If she thinks you're a murderer, where the hell do you go from here? "Please, you gotta believe me! I didn't want any of this to happen!"

"I know. I didn't raise a killer. It's just... This is a lot to take in." She rubs her temple with one hand as she uses the other to push her back to her feet. She's having a hard time processing this, and for good reason. "But you gotta go to the cops, Sam."

"What? Why?"

"Listen, you're not gonna be in any trouble," she insists. "No one thinks you killed them. Everyone's saying it was a bear. But there's a lot of folks out there looking for you. Hell, there's a photo of you all over the news right now. You gotta put this to rest. You don't have to do it now, you can just... show up in the morning when you're ready, alright? All I know is there's no way in hell you can go back to a normal life if the whole town thinks you're dead."

>Hand yourself in tonight. You better get this out of the way, as quickly and painlessly as possible.
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.
>You can't stay here. Not after everything you've done and everything you've learned. You've got to leave.

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.
I feel handing ourselves in is handing ourselves over to Pentex, but I don't want to be meta about it

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.
Either this or tonight is okay for me. If our arm it's still broken/damaged we already have kind of a cover: We we're running from the bullies, we falled and then when they we're picking us some bear appeared maybe because of the noise. The bullies we're picked, we played dead and once we could we make a run, hide, and later we came Home.

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.
We don't know about Pentex, since the furry was more concerned about being a dick then explaining things.
Maybe we will luck out and they won't notice

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tonight. You better get this out of the way, as quickly and painlessly as possible.

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.
>”Mom, we need to talk about Dad. Whatever kind of weird nightmare puberty this is, I think it involves him, and this Gaia lady I’ve heard about.”

>>5517676
>Hand yourself in tonight. You better get this out of the way, as quickly and painlessly as possible
It was a bear. EZ

>>5517676
>>Hand yourself in tonight. You better get this out of the way, as quickly and painlessly as possible.

>>5517775
+1, what happened to our dad? They have got to be a part of this.

>>5517814
Our shredded clothes are with the bodies, remember?

>Going with:
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.
>I'll get to work on an update in a couple of hours.

>>5518111
you're a good dude Hench

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>>5518111
>I love you mom... Dad had to bee such a dog

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"I'll do it in the morning," you say. You need some time to process all of this and figure out how you're going to explain yourself to the cops. "But Ma, that wolf-man in the forest, he said I was born this way... Do you think Wade has anything to do with this?"

Bringing up your father is usually a quick way to rile up your mom. She has never had anything kind to say about him. Even now, mentioning the guy is enough to cause her expression to sour and her lips to be drawn in a thin line.

"I don't know," she finally says with an exasperated sigh. "He weren't in my life for all that long, only a couple of months. All I know is that I was head over heels for that man. He was wild, dangerous, mysterious... I shoulda known better. Soon as Wade knew I was pregnant, he got outta town fast as he could. I never saw him again. I don't regret having you, but everything else I did with that jagoff was a mistake."

"He never said anything about Gaia, nothing like that?"

"Not a word. Wade didn't like being around a lot of people, took me outdoors much as he could. He had all of these weird scars but he never told me how he got them, no matter how much I asked. That was part of his mystique, I guess. Never said anything about any of this stuff though." Another sigh. "Look, Sam, let's just focus on the here and now, okay? We need to figure out how what you're gonna say to the cops."

"They all think a bear ate me, right? I'll just say that I ran away and got lost in the woods for a while."

"Oh yeah? What about your clothes? They're gonna be suspicious if you turn up like that after leaving tatters in the coal mine." She folds her arms as she points out all of the flaws in your plan, one by one, like she always does. "How the hell did you manage to get away from a bear? Where were you hiding out all night? How did it manage to tear your god-damn clothes off without leaving a scratch on you?"

Before you can answer your mom, the phone starts to ring. She hurriedly gestures for you to scram, since you can't afford to be overheard over the phone. For now, you better hide out in your room and put together a real plan.

>Your mom can call the police first thing in the morning and tell them that you've come home. They will have a lot of questions, but there's less risk of being caught.
>Rip up your clothes and go back out into the woods so that the cops can stumble across you. The plan will fall apart if you're caught on your way out of town.

>Rough yourself up a little. See if you can give yourself a few scratches here there, maybe a few bruises. It's not much but combined with the new scar on your forearm, hopefully it will convince the cops that you've had a rough night.
>Get serious. It's been a couple of years since you last self-harmed, but it's the only way to make it look like you've been mauled by a bear. You're bound to upset your mom though and it might be a while until you're able to heal those wounds.

>>5518181
>Your mom can call the police first thing in the morning and tell them that you've come home. They will have a lot of questions, but there's less risk of being caught.

>Get serious. It's been a couple of years since you last self-harmed, but it's the only way to make it look like you've been mauled by a bear. You're bound to upset your mom though and it might be a while until you're able to heal those wounds.

>>5518181
>Your mom can call the police first thing in the morning and tell them that you've come home. They will have a lot of questions, but there's less risk of being caught.
>Rough yourself up a little. See if you can give yourself a few scratches here there, maybe a few bruises. It's not much but combined with the new scar on your forearm, hopefully it will convince the cops that you've had a rough night.
Our clothes are ragged because we ran away and ripped then while doing it. We got lucky and the bear only really got us in the shoulder.
While the bear was too busy mauling the other two, we ran and ended up in the forest, we didn't look back. Eventually found our way back into town after we saw the bear didn't follow us.
Got back home and spend the night here, we were in too much panic and dazed to go to the police right away.

>>5518187
Forearm, not shoulder

how does the Veil work in this setting, Hench. Same as canon?

>>5518181
>Your mom can call the police first thing in the morning and tell them that you've come home. They will have a lot of questions, but there's less risk of being caught.

>Get serious. It's been a couple of years since you last self-harmed, but it's the only way to make it look like you've been mauled by a bear. You're bound to upset your mom though and it might be a while until you're able to heal those wounds.
Make it look convincing.

>>5518189
>Humanity at large does not believe that the supernatural exists.

>>5518181
>Your mom can call the police first thing in the morning and tell them that you've come home. They will have a lot of questions, but there's less risk of being caught.

>Rough yourself up a little. See if you can give yourself a few scratches here there, maybe a few bruises. It's not much but combined with the new scar on your forearm, hopefully it will convince the cops that you've had a rough night.

We need to say that the boys torn our clothes and the bear came after. That way we can explain why all our clothes are shredded at the place of incident and we don't have to look for excuses why we aren't fucked up by bear or hurt ourselves.

Also I would advocate against getting serious. Consequence of that can land us in hospital on observation where potentially we will have to explain rapid healing and how we got home without loosing much blood.

>>5518223
if this follows old world of darkness canon, pretty sure we can't rapid heal in our homid/base form (or that might just be for aggravated damage? need to look it up)

>>5518226
yeah, looked it up. garou can't soak lethal or aggravated damage in their breed form (which for us is homid). not sure if shapeshifting would change that though, and it sounds like something a lot of arguments have been had over.

>>5518228
>yeah, looked it up. garou can't soak lethal or aggravated damage in their breed form (which for us is homid). not sure if shapeshifting would change that though, and it sounds like something a lot of arguments have been had over.

They can soak lethals, at least in 20th.
Hence the reason why they are more resilient to silver bullets in their breed form.
Cuz they at least can soak it.
Ag they need to soak in any other form.

>>5518187
>Support

>Going with:
>Your mom can call the police first thing in the morning and tell them that you've come home. They will have a lot of questions, but there's less risk of being caught.
>Rough yourself up a little. See if you can give yourself a few scratches here there, maybe a few bruises. It's not much but combined with the new scar on your forearm, hopefully it will convince the cops that you've had a rough night.
>Will work on the update in a bit.

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Your mom can call the cops in the morning. When they come around and ask what happened, you'll tell them that your clothes got torn up during a fight with those assholes.
You must've disturbed a bear that had wandered into the old mine. The commotion riled it up and it attacked.
You managed to get away with it just biting your arm and shredding your clothes up even more, before it turned on the other boys.
You ran, ended up in the forest and eventually came back to town when you were sure it was safe. You'll scratch yourself up a bit, just to make it really look like you really spent some time in the woods.
Finally, you got back home and spent what was left of the night recovering from the ordeal.

Once your mom's done with the phone call, you share your plan with her. She's not so sure about saying that you spent the night at home. That would mean that the cops wasted the night looking for you and could get both of you in trouble - especially since that was them on the phone just now. She thinks it would be better if you came home in the early morning, so she can claim that she called the police as soon as you showed up.

Honestly? You're too tired to argue with her. Now that you're finally home, exhaustion is starting to kick in and all you want to do is lie down and sleep. It's almost midnight by this point, so you better catch some shut-eye while you have the chance.

Your slumber is a restless one. You dream of Eastchurch, but the whole town is covered in cobwebs. There's spiders crawling all over everything, but they pay you no mind. It's the snakes that worry you. They erupt from the earth all around you and slither towards you. You've got no choice but to run but they never stop bursting out of the ground, no matter where you go.

You eventually find yourself trapped, surrounded by a sea of serpents converging on you. Just as you're about to drown under them, the clouds part and reveal the full moon, shining brighter than ever. It burns away the snakes, the spiders, the webs - everything. Nothing can resist the fury of the full moon.

>Here is a list of Gifts tied to your connection with the full moon. At this point in time, you can only choose one of these Gifts.

>Falling Touch: You can spend 1 Will to cause a target to topple over with the lightest touch. This does not require a roll.
>Inspiration: You can spend 1 Will to give a nearby packmate 1 Will. You do not currently have a pack.
>Pack Tactics: You can spend 1 Will to gain a +10 modifier on a combat roll for each packmate fighting alongside you. You do not currently have a pack.
>Razor Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.
>Spur Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to cause your claws to break off inside of a target after a combat roll, inflicting a -20 modifier on their rolls until they remove them.

>>5518508
>>Spur Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to cause your claws to break off inside of a target after a combat roll, inflicting a -20 modifier on their rolls until they remove them.
>Falling Touch: You can spend 1 Will to cause a target to topple over with the lightest touch. This does not require a roll.

I'm between these two, because for the moment our guy Sam it's kind of a strategist (?), so something to get an advantage against our enemy it's good after we grabbed the inmunity to fire

>Also, a quick rule change to the Rage-based ability I mentioned in >>5514913.
>For the sake of informing you guys what you are spending your Rage and Will on, I will now call that ability "Exert" and its modifier will scale as you grow stronger.

>So right now, your abilities include:
>Exert: You can spend 1 Rage to temporarily enhance your strength, stamina and speed. Your next roll related to those attributes will gain a +10 modifier. This will scale as you grow stronger.
>Shapeshift: You can spend 1 Will to adopt another form. Each form comes with unique advantages and disadvantages. Reverting to your human form costs no Will.
>Master of Fire: You can spend 1 Will to gain significant resistance to heat and fire. You could be set on fire for a minute and still only suffer first-degree burns.

>>5518508
>Razor Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.
Pack tactics is the stronger one, but it would require us making friends. Spur claws is better if we deal with only one enemy and can take them down before they remove their debuff. Razor Claws is weaker, but more reliable.
What I take from the dream is that the Weaver is ok with us because we are close with our human side, and therefore technology, but the Wyrm is closing in. I may be reading to much into it.

>>5518508
>Razor Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.

>>5518508
You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.

>>5518508
>Razor Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.
Nice to finally see a WoD quest, I gotta be honest I'm more of a vamp/mage guy but I'd take anything at this point and werewolf: the apocalypse is cool just my least favourite out of the main 3 WOD trio.

>>5518508
>Razor Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.

>>5518508
>Razor Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.
Being a Werewolf sounds like fun, I hope we can fuck up Pentex and find out who our dad is

>Going with:
>Razor Claws: You can spend 1 Rage to sharpen your claws on a hard surface, gaining a +10 modifier on combat rolls until you rest.
>Starting work on an update.

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You raise your hands above your head, in an effort to hold the beauty of the full moon in your hands. Luna's radiance washes over your fingers and soaks into your skin, blessing you with her power. It seeps into your nails, transforming them into claws as the Change overcomes you. You become her warrior, her weapon to wield against the great foe.

You wake up.

>You gain 1 Will. Your Will is currently 1/10.

You rub your head and groan as you sit up. When was the last time that you had a dream that vivid? It almost feels like it was something more than that. You look down at your hands and flex your fingers. The strength of the full moon still lingers in them and somehow, you know what must be done to summon it once more.

A glance at your alarm clock reveals that you weren't asleep for long. 05:12. It'll have to do. Still stained with the sweat and dirt of the night before, you get work raking your nails all over your body in an effort to cover yourself with scratches and bruises. You even break the skin here and there, just to make it a little more convincing. You still don't look like a bear attacked you but hopefully it'll be enough to satisfy the cops.

When you meet your mom in the lounge, one look at her is all that it takes to figure out that she's been up all night. Apparently a cop has been calling her all night long, asking if she's seen any sign of you. Maybe they're on to you? There's no way of knowing for sure and besides, it's too late to back out now.

She makes the call. Your mom's always said that she wanted to be an actress when she was growing up and listening to her, you think that she'd be pretty good at it. She sounds like she's on the verge of crying as she gushes about how relieved she is over the phone. Maybe she really is. When she hangs up, you don't have much choice but to wait for the cops to arrive and rehearse your story in your head.

Fifteen minutes pass. You hear a car pull up outside. The doorbell rings and your mom goes to answer it. A few moments later and she comes back with a man in uniform. He's in his forties with a buzz cut and chiselled, clean-shaven face. The cop takes one look at you and shakes his head in disbelief. He can't keep himself from grinning a little.

"Samuel Pullman, in the flesh. I can't believe it. I'm Jack Wilkes, chief of police here in Eastchurch. Did you know that I had six officers looking for you all night in those woods? We've been searching high and low for you, son."

"Sorry," is your awkward response. You're not sure how you're supposed to reply to that.

"Don't be sorry, son! I'm just glad you're alive. There's been enough tragedy today, no one needed to hear that a third Eastchurch boy had lost his life last night. I just need you to tell me what happened, whenever you're ready. You're not in any trouble, all I need is a clear picture of what happened to those young men at the coal mine."

You tell him your story. How you got chased in the coalfield, how a bear attacked the three of you, how you ran and spent most of the night hiding in the woods. By the end, he's shaking his head in disbelief.

"Son, you have no idea how lucky you are. You must've had a guardian angel watching over you, because I've never heard of someone outsmarting a bear in its own woods before. Don't you worry though, the state's called in the professionals to bring it justice." You wonder how long it'll take them to figure out that there was never a bear at all. "All I need is for you to come by the station later today so you can give an official witness statement. The folks from animal control might want to have a chat with you too."

"Sure," is all that you're able to say. You're too relieved to think of anything else. He actually fell for it.

"Well, I'd say you deserve some rest after a night like that. You two..."

The sound of a fist hammering on the front door interrupts his farewell. A baffled Wilkes goes to answer it, only for another cop to barge in through the doorway. This one is lankier and looks a lot less professional than the chief, with a long and stubbled face that's locked in a scowl.

"What the hell are you doing here, Murphy?" When the chief says that name, your mom gives you a sharp, meaningful look. This must be the cop who was calling her all night.

"Sorry, chief. I've got to have a word with the kid. Go back to the station, I'll take care of this." There's something strange about the way that Murphy talks. There's power in his words, strength that demands respect. It's enough to compel Wilkes to obey, even though he's supposed to be the senior officer.

"Well, alright. You better have a good excuse for this though," the chief grumbles as he leaves. Murphy turns to your mother next and fixes her with a glare.

"This is just between me and Sam," he snarls, though this time his words lack that unnatural authority. "Get out."

>You gain 1 Rage. Your Rage is currently 3/10.

Are you just going to let this asshole talk to your mother like that?

>Stick up for your mom. This is her house, she's not going anywhere and neither are you.
>Take this outside. This could get ugly and you don't want your mom to be caught in the crossfire.
>Run for it. This guy's bad news. (This will spend 1 Rage [Exert] and require a roll after voting is locked.)
>Strike first, strike hard. (This will spend 1 Rage [Exert] and require a roll after voting is locked.)

>>5518861
>Stick up for your mom. This is her house, she's not going anywhere and neither are you.
>"If you wanna talk to me you can just ask, instead of acting like an asshole not only in front of my, and even less doing it in our house"
>Then before he answer, pass him and signal him to come with you outside the house.

>>5518861
>Stick up for your mom. This is her house, she's not going anywhere and neither are you.

>>5518870
In front of me*

I know the first vote is against the other two, but just take the part of "stick up for your mom"

>>5518861
>Stick up for your mom. This is her house, she's not going anywhere and neither are you.

>>5518870
This is better actually, since it's sticking up but also letting him have want he wants.
Also easier to run away or fight outside if he is a Formori.

>>5518861
>”She stays. We go.”
>(Calmly to Mom) “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
>Take this outside. This could get ugly and you don't want your mom to be caught in the crossfire.

>>5518861
>Take this outside. This could get ugly and you don't want your mom to be caught in the crossfire.
>Outside tell him if you catch him talking to your ma like that, you'll tear off his goddamned head.

>>5518861
>Stick up for your mom. This is her house, she's not going anywhere and neither are you.

>>5518861
>Stick up for your mom. This is her house, she's not going anywhere and neither are you.

"Legally, I don't think you can do that. Do you even have a warrant?"

>>5518883
Supporting. The man's magic. Maybe he's the wolf from yesterday? A member of his cult?

>>5518861

>>5518870
+1

>>5518870
+1

>>5518861
>>Strike first, strike hard. (This will spend 1 Rage [Exert] and require a roll after voting is locked.)

>>5518870
This, actually, take it outside

>Going with:
>Stick up for your mom. This is her house, she's not going anywhere and neither are you.
>"If you wanna talk to me you can just ask, instead of acting like an asshole not only in front of my, and even less doing it in our house"
>Then before he answer, pass him and signal him to come with you outside the house.
>Starting work on the update.

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"If you wanna talk to me you can just ask, instead of acting like an asshole in front of my mom, inside of her own house."

Before he can answer, you just walk past Murphy and bump him with your shoulder. For a moment, you think that he might throw a punch at you but instead he just bristles. You can almost hear his teeth grinding as he marches out after you. Something has him on edge. Once Chief Wilkes has driven off, it's just the two of you standing in the darkness of the early morning. Dawn is still a few hours away and Eastchurch is still fast asleep.

"You know, normally I've got a lot of patience for someone who has gone through all of the shit that you have tonight, but I've just about ran out of that." Murphy's voice is sharp, stern and simmering with anger. "You've got no idea how badly you've screwed up. What does your mom know?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You suspect that you already know but you're not going to talk about werewolf shit in the middle of town.

"I'm talking about seeing the forest for the trees," he growls. "Yeah, I know about your little scuffle with him. We've been looking high and low for you all night." We? Is he another werewolf? You expected that any other Garou would be new age freaks, just like Sees-Forest-For-Trees. You didn't think that one of them would be a cop. "What does your mom know?"

"Are you going to try and drag me into your weird-ass cult as well? I'm not interested." You dodge the question. You don't know what Murphy will do if he finds out that she knows the truth.

"Listen to me, Sam! In a couple of hours, a team from Hampton & Holt will be here. They pose as a wildlife removal company but they're way more than that, way worse. Whatever story you told Wilkes might've been enough to satisfy him, but they'll see right through it. They'll figure out what you are and you'll end up dead or worse. Depending on what your mom knows, so will she."

>You gain 1 Rage. Your Rage is currently 4/10.

"So quit stalling and tell me what you told her. We're running out of time."

>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.
>Lie. Say that she knows nothing. You don't her to get involved in this werewolf business.
>Refuse. You're not going to say anything until you get some answers out of Murphy.

>>5519424
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.

>>5519424
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.

>>5519424
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.
Oh.
Shit.

>>5519424
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.
Do Garou give enough of a shit about hiding the supernatural from mortals?

>>5519452
Yes, there is the Veil.

>>5519424
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.
Which is honestly not that much in the grand scheme of things

>>5519424
>Lie. Say that she knows nothing. You don't her to get involved in this werewolf business.
Could be bluffing us to figure outnhow much Mom knows. Why trust this douche?

>>5519424
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.

>>5519467
>Could be bluffing us to figure outnhow much Mom knows. Why trust this douche?
Because instead of acting like our mom (that being not knowing shit about the Garous) he actually straight up told us about our fight with that other Garou, say he was looking for us all night while constantly calling our mom, and just him instead of some organization or "agent", it would be ten times suspicious if some guy in suit and a fake police ID comes to our house making question too close to the truth without any record of them looking for us.

either this guy is kinfolk or a pentex goon

>>5519424
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.

>which is honestly Jack fucking shit other than they exist.

>Going with:
>Tell the truth. You told her everything, she knows as much as you do about this Garou shit.
>Starting work on an update.

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"I told her everything that the asshole in the woods told me," you finally confess, "which wasn't much. I'm Garou, whatever that means, and I was born to fight for Gaia according to your buddy. Ma didn't believe me until I turned into a wolf."

"Holy shit." Murphy buries his face in his hands. "Are you seriously telling me that you... No, I can't blame you for this. It's not like you knew any better." His hands fall back to his sides and he lets out an exasperated sigh. "Look, you're both in danger. As soon as Hampton & Holt get here, they'll want to detain her for interrogation. They'll use her to bait you out, maybe turn her against you. They've got ways. Handing yourself in won't help either, they'll just off her as soon as they've dealt with you."

"Bullshit. There's no way that some assholes from pest control can just kill people like that and get away with it."

"They're not just 'pest control,' Sam. Hampton & Holt is owned by Full Force Solutions, a weapons manufacturer that's a subsidiary of... You know what, the names don't matter. What's important is that they're way bigger than anyone realises. They could make this whole town disappear and no one would bat an eye." The wild look in Murphy's eyes makes it difficult to believe all of the tinfoil hat nonsense that's pouring out of his mouth.

"Okay, so what the fuck am I supposed to do against something like that?"

"We've gotta get you and your mom out of town. After the stunt I pulled on Wilkes, I'll have to ditch Eastchurch too. Folks will figure out that I had something to do with you disappearing. I've got a few connections, they might be able to get us some new names, maybe even put together a new life for your ma."

"Seriously? First you chew me out for all the trouble I've caused, now I'm supposed to believe that you'll throw away your job to keep me safe?" It doesn't make any sense to you. Why would he do that?

"You're Garou, born to protect Gaia." You can't help but roll your eyes. For a moment, you thought that Murphy was above this hippy shit. "The old girl's dying and we're the only ones who can stop it. I'd tell you the whole story but we don't have the time. Now go get your mom and pack your shit, 'cause we're getting out of here."

>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.
>You want to fight. If the Garou are supposed to be born warriors, why does he want to run away?
>Turn him down. You're not going to throw away your life just because of some tree-hugging cult.

>>5519668
>You want to fight. If the Garou are supposed to be born warriors, why does he want to run away?
>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.

>>5519681
I wanted to mix both so one leads to the other.
We are not running away, we are choosing the battleground.

>>5519668
>>You want to fight. If the Garou are supposed to be born warriors, why does he want to run away?
>>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choic

>>5519668
>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.

>>5519668
>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.
Who would win: 1 wolf boi vs 100 MTF Alpha?
GTFO

>>5519668
>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.

>>5519668
>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.
I don't fancy our boy's chances against actual trained soliders

>>5519668
>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.
>”Y’know, your pal in the woods did a really crappy job explaining things, especially with him slinging ‘Ape’ around like that.”
>”Also, please tell me we’re not going by “An American Werewolf in London” rules, because those guys were assholes.”

>Going with:
>Do as he says. If Hampton & Holt are as dangerous as he says, you don't really have a choice.
>Starting work on an update.

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"Fine. You better give me some answers later though."

Murphy follows you inside to help you break the news to your mom. It goes about as well as you expected. First she spent all night worrying that her son had gotten eaten by a bear, then she found out that he was actually a werewolf, now she's being told that she's got to leave Eastchurch behind if she wants to live. Her reaction is justifiably fiery.

"I am not gonna abandon this house just because some crazy conspiracy theory you've pulled outta your ass!"
"Gimme one good reason why I oughta believe a word of your bullshit! None of this makes any goddamn sense!"
"Do you have any idea what I had to go through to build a life for me and Sam in this town? I ain't throwing that away!"

So on and so forth.

Nothing that Murphy says is able to convince her. Even when he loses his patience and threatens to just carry her off, your mom doesn't relent. She only backs down when you present her with an ultimatum.

"Listen to me, Ma. Maybe Murphy's right, or maybe he's wrong. I ain't sticking around to find out. If you wanna stay here and see for yourself, go right ahead. All I know for sure is that I can't stay in Eastchurch, not after everything that's happened. So if you think you can live with never seeing me again, you go ahead and stay right here."

You're not sure if you could really bring yourself to leave your mother behind, but thankfully she doesn't call your bluff. She would rather sacrifice everything that she has in Eastchurch than live a life without her baby boy.

By this point, Murphy is really in a hurry. He only gives you enough time to pack a single bag, so you focus on the essentials - food, water, clothes and hygiene. As soon as you're done packing, you're out of the door and in the back of his cop car. He only takes you as far as the edge of town before he pulls up at the side of the road.

"Get out, we're walking from here."

"What the hell?" Your mom's pretty puzzled by that. "I thought we were supposed in a hurry! How are we gonna get anywhere by walking?!"

"Use your goddamn brain, lady. Do you know how easy it would be for Hampton & Holt to track us down if I drive us all the way there in a police vehicle, after I've gone AWOL? Besides, we've gotta rendezvous with the others first."

"Where is 'there' anyway?" She's clearly not satisfied with that answer. "You ain't said a thing about where we're going. And who are these 'others' you're talking about?"

"I'll tell you when we get there," he snaps back at her, "and they're my pack. Now can you stop asking so many questions and get a move on already?"

From there, Murphy leads you into the forest. It's an unpleasant reminder of last night, but at least this time you've got some clothes to keep you warm. For a while he needs to light the way with a flashlight, but the sky gradually grows brighter and the sun's rays can be seen between the trees when dawn arrives at long last.

You must have spent almost an hour trudging through the woods by the time that your guide finally brings you to a stop. It seems that his destination was an abandoned ranger station, a log cabin that has obviously fallen into disuse judging from the rotten timber. A pair of men can be seen sitting on its porch. You recognise one of them as a hobo that you've seen on the streets of Eastchurch plenty of time before, a middle-aged man with a great big bushy beard and far too many coats. The other is a short and slender boy roughly your age with swarthy skin, unruly hair and dishevelled clothes that are too big for him. His jaw doesn't seem to line up properly with the rest of his face.

If you weren't sure before, the way that the kid glares at you cinches it. That's Sees-Forest-For-Trees.

"Tally ho!" The homeless man pushes himself to his feet and offers a cheerful (and very yellow) grin as he waves. The way that he speaks is obnoxiously British. "I say, you certainly took your time, old chap! I see you that brought along Samuel, but who is the lovely lass at your side?"

"I'm his mother," she snaps before Murphy is able to reply, "but you can call me Emma. So what, this is your pack? Just the three of you?"

"Why bring her, Sheepdog?" Thanks to his misaligned jaw, Sees-Forest-For-Trees seems to have even more trouble speaking than before, even in his human form. "Ish she Garou or Kin?"

"She's not one of us," Murphy replies. "I don't think she's even Kin, but she knows about us thanks to the kid. There's no telling what H&H would've done if they got their hands on her." At that, the tanned boy scowls fiercely. Even the hobo throws his hands up in anger and lets out a humourless laugh.

"Oh, how terribly generous of you, old bean! And how many more strays are we going to pick up on the way to the caern, pray tell?" His voice oozes with sarcasm.

"The caern? Is that where we're going?" For once, you take the opportunity to speak. "And why did that asshole call you Sheepdog?"

"Yeah, it's about a hundred kilometres from here. If we wanna get there by nightfall, we better get a move on. As for Sheepdog..." He lets out a sigh and rubs his face. "... It's my deed name. Jasper over there goes by Talks-Fancy, Sees-Forest-For-Trees already introduced himself and I'm Sheepdog. It's a Garou thing. Now we've gotten introductions out of the way, we need to get going - now."

"What we need are some goddamn answers!" Your mom's temper is flaring up again "Who are you really?! Why are you so scared of these Hampton & Holt people? We're not going anywhere until we hear the truth!"

>Murphy (or maybe you should call him Sheepdog from now on) is right. You need to focus on running rather than talking.
>Stick up for your mother. You've already gotten a pretty big head start, surely that gives you enough time for a little exposition.

>>5520146
Let’s compromise. You save your whole speech for later, and you tell us who the hell Wade was as we walk. Asshole has a lot of explaining to do for all of us.

>>5520146
>Murphy (or maybe you should call him Sheepdog from now on) is right. You need to focus on running rather than talking.

>>5520146
>Murphy (or maybe you should call him Sheepdog from now on) is right. You need to focus on running rather than talking
>"Ma, this is really frustrating, I know. Now imagine what I went through last night. I'm also pissed, but if Murphy is right we should be scared of those assholes. Apparently they have some soldiers or something with Big guns that are going to kill us."
>"It's insane I know! But if they're right we need to run, because maybe us 4 aren't enough for them. All they are doing is for my wellbeing, and also of yours because I fucked up by telling you what I am and I basically marked a huge target on your back because of it. So please, we're running out of time before they come and catch us, so let's run, hopefully we get to this Caern stuff we're getting answers, and you're going to be safe, I'M going to be safe, and surely that's more important for you while for me it's the other way around."

>>5520146
>Stick up for your mother. You've already gotten a pretty big head start, surely that gives you enough time for a little exposition.
>>5520163 at the very least.

>>5520146
>Murphy (or maybe you should call him Sheepdog from now on) is right. You need to focus on running rather than talking.
>"Mom, werewolves are a thing and we never knew about that before. I think there being some sort of conspiracy in the government and companies to deploy death squads isn't that farfetched anymore."
>"Maybe we can talk and walk? Just the bullet points for now?"

>>5520163
>Support

>>5520169
support

also if our mum has successfully birthed one garou, expect more to come sniffing around after her

>Going with:
>Murphy (or maybe you should call him Sheepdog from now on) is right. You need to focus on running rather than talking.
>But I will be taking >>5520163 and >>5520169 into account.
>Starting work on the update in a bit.