Post by Tameh on Dec 2, 2012 12:34:37 GMT -6
The History of the Hunters Hunted, as of the first Moot.
As told by Gavreth Lucescu, Galliard, Shadowlord
Gavreth nods to Jay as he is called forward, and takes the Moot Staff in his left hand from Jay. "Thank you, rhya." He then moves to the center of the circle, Moot Staff still in hand as he turns to look at each of them. And then with no particular precursor to his tale, he slams the staff into the ground, hard enough to where it will stand on its own, the end point lodged roughly two inches into the snowy ground beneath their feet. The embers from the flame atop it flowing down slowly over his form, and the guitar he carries on his back is effortlessly brought to the fore.
Gavreth begins playing the guitar, the tone clean and gentle for the beginning of the story he tells. He does not sing over it, rather, the music is there more to set the mood as he speaks and narrates his tale. Considering his taste in artistry for music, one may not be able to understand the growls and screams he uses as his vocal style anyway. But despite him not singing, the words he speaks are still inflected with the emotions of the shifting parts of the tale; hope, loss, desolation, fury, vengeance, instinct, and foreboding.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDbt04y7Iuw
"Early in this Caern's history, so far as I can tell of it since my arrival, the Hunters Hunted have been beset on all sides by our enemies. The enemies of the Garou, our kinfolk, the humans, and verily, the enemies of Mother Gaia herself. All around us, we are surrounded by those whom would claim this world for their own machinations; the vampires that scurry in shadows, leeching off of society as they play at their shadow games, the mages, wizards who have no respect for the natural order of things, that view reality as their playground and wield it with impunity, disrespecting the very core of what it is to be alive and breathing. To add to our adversity, the minions of the Wyrm draw ever closer to our doorstep, always waiting for their time to strike! Indeed it was after I had newly arrived here, not even four days into my welcome to this Caern, that the first undertaking I participated in was at hand. Myself, accompanied by Nailah, Tabitha, and Jay, took to the Umbra in search of a nest of Banes. Corrupted spirits that had come onto this land, poisoning it with their filth and corruption. The foes proved treacherous, luring in our theurge with the visage of a broken and bleeding fawn spirit, before the tendrils of the trap were sprung. Two creatues of darkness erupted, one looking much like a twisted, hellbeast of a ram, and the other a serpent with razor scales and acid dripping fangs assailed us. Nailah and I however, stood fast and firm against these creatures, rending them apart with claw and fang, whilst Tabitha had ventured off to scout the territory. Before Gaia's might, the Banes fell with tortured screams, banished to the realm of Malfeas, and it became apparent Tabitha herself had also done just and honroable combat with a foe whom had ambushed her. Thus this Caern, in its first nights, struck back against the enemy." He then moves into the next part of his tale, the music that had been uplifting and soothing now taking a tone of despair.
"During the time afterwards, we grew as a Sept, accepting new Garou adn Kinfolk alike as guests, friends, and family. A kinfolk of the Get of Fenrir, known as Ryan Nordmark, was tasked by our Alpha with establishing a sentry unit, a Kinsguard, if you will, dedicated to the defense of the Sept and its members outside of this land we have claimed. It was during the first mission this Kinsguard was bestowed, that they also met their end. For while escorting our pregnant kinfolk to their transportation, yet again our enemies sprang forth to do us harm. Ryan and the kin, fought valiantly, and were able to protect most of our number, though they gave their last breaths to do so. It is with honor then, that we look upon the unchanging son of Fenris, and gave proper tribute to his spirit, the Rite of the Departed being performed by our newly dubbed Mistress of the Rite."
The guitar changes tone again, despite it being the same melody, this time speaking of the rage and vengeance, with an undertone of depair. "In the next major chapter of our Sept, it was I who discovered the Heart of the Caern, the spirit that embodies this very bonfire we depend upon to warm our bodies, provide for us, protect us in the night from our enemies, had been reduced to naught but a cinder! To the point that our spirit could not even catch fire to the kindling offered it in tribute! Going to the Umbra to investigate, I found our spirit, withered, broken, and beaten down with sickness. It shared its vision with me, as Nailah and Tabitha approached at the howl"
"Our Alpha has been cornered, fighting valiantly and bravely against the minions of Malfeas for over a day and a night consistently! Showing no mercy or signs of running away from his plight. Nailah and I rushed to his aid, and came upon creatures that assailed him. At the sound of our battlecries, many fled in fear of the Rage that we would inflict upon them! Yet still, two remained, and the two learned quickly of how their ilk would be dealt with within our scared Caern. Nailah, Jay, and myself joined together, and destroyed our enemies, Nailah scoring the final, crushing blow against these wraithly, life draining creatures by wielding a tree against it, crushing it to nothing but a pulp! We then carried our exhausted Alpha to rest alongside our guiding spirit, and there he was left in care of the theurge." His eyes wander over each of them now, as he comes to a conclusion to the tale.
"And even now, as we meet here, speak here, congratulate each other, and recognize each others' accomplishments, we have enemies upon us. Enemies that would threaten our exposure, in the form of a pack of wolves tearing a mortal sportsman asunder while he is caught unaware, for seeming no other reason than he was in their territory. -Their- territory?! My brothers and sisters, is it not us who have strived to claim and cleanse this land?! Is it not our leaders, Jay and Tanith, whom have established this place to be a bastion against our enemies most foul?! We are surrounded, my brethren, on -all- sides! Yet I ask, no, I -command- each of you now. Either stand and deliver against the enemies of our land...or you can get the fuck out." He speaks with a finality that meets his cold, blue eyes wandering over each of them, before wrenching the staff from the ground, and passing it back to Jay.
As told by Gavreth Lucescu, Galliard, Shadowlord
Gavreth nods to Jay as he is called forward, and takes the Moot Staff in his left hand from Jay. "Thank you, rhya." He then moves to the center of the circle, Moot Staff still in hand as he turns to look at each of them. And then with no particular precursor to his tale, he slams the staff into the ground, hard enough to where it will stand on its own, the end point lodged roughly two inches into the snowy ground beneath their feet. The embers from the flame atop it flowing down slowly over his form, and the guitar he carries on his back is effortlessly brought to the fore.
Gavreth begins playing the guitar, the tone clean and gentle for the beginning of the story he tells. He does not sing over it, rather, the music is there more to set the mood as he speaks and narrates his tale. Considering his taste in artistry for music, one may not be able to understand the growls and screams he uses as his vocal style anyway. But despite him not singing, the words he speaks are still inflected with the emotions of the shifting parts of the tale; hope, loss, desolation, fury, vengeance, instinct, and foreboding.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDbt04y7Iuw
"Early in this Caern's history, so far as I can tell of it since my arrival, the Hunters Hunted have been beset on all sides by our enemies. The enemies of the Garou, our kinfolk, the humans, and verily, the enemies of Mother Gaia herself. All around us, we are surrounded by those whom would claim this world for their own machinations; the vampires that scurry in shadows, leeching off of society as they play at their shadow games, the mages, wizards who have no respect for the natural order of things, that view reality as their playground and wield it with impunity, disrespecting the very core of what it is to be alive and breathing. To add to our adversity, the minions of the Wyrm draw ever closer to our doorstep, always waiting for their time to strike! Indeed it was after I had newly arrived here, not even four days into my welcome to this Caern, that the first undertaking I participated in was at hand. Myself, accompanied by Nailah, Tabitha, and Jay, took to the Umbra in search of a nest of Banes. Corrupted spirits that had come onto this land, poisoning it with their filth and corruption. The foes proved treacherous, luring in our theurge with the visage of a broken and bleeding fawn spirit, before the tendrils of the trap were sprung. Two creatues of darkness erupted, one looking much like a twisted, hellbeast of a ram, and the other a serpent with razor scales and acid dripping fangs assailed us. Nailah and I however, stood fast and firm against these creatures, rending them apart with claw and fang, whilst Tabitha had ventured off to scout the territory. Before Gaia's might, the Banes fell with tortured screams, banished to the realm of Malfeas, and it became apparent Tabitha herself had also done just and honroable combat with a foe whom had ambushed her. Thus this Caern, in its first nights, struck back against the enemy." He then moves into the next part of his tale, the music that had been uplifting and soothing now taking a tone of despair.
"During the time afterwards, we grew as a Sept, accepting new Garou adn Kinfolk alike as guests, friends, and family. A kinfolk of the Get of Fenrir, known as Ryan Nordmark, was tasked by our Alpha with establishing a sentry unit, a Kinsguard, if you will, dedicated to the defense of the Sept and its members outside of this land we have claimed. It was during the first mission this Kinsguard was bestowed, that they also met their end. For while escorting our pregnant kinfolk to their transportation, yet again our enemies sprang forth to do us harm. Ryan and the kin, fought valiantly, and were able to protect most of our number, though they gave their last breaths to do so. It is with honor then, that we look upon the unchanging son of Fenris, and gave proper tribute to his spirit, the Rite of the Departed being performed by our newly dubbed Mistress of the Rite."
The guitar changes tone again, despite it being the same melody, this time speaking of the rage and vengeance, with an undertone of depair. "In the next major chapter of our Sept, it was I who discovered the Heart of the Caern, the spirit that embodies this very bonfire we depend upon to warm our bodies, provide for us, protect us in the night from our enemies, had been reduced to naught but a cinder! To the point that our spirit could not even catch fire to the kindling offered it in tribute! Going to the Umbra to investigate, I found our spirit, withered, broken, and beaten down with sickness. It shared its vision with me, as Nailah and Tabitha approached at the howl"
"Our Alpha has been cornered, fighting valiantly and bravely against the minions of Malfeas for over a day and a night consistently! Showing no mercy or signs of running away from his plight. Nailah and I rushed to his aid, and came upon creatures that assailed him. At the sound of our battlecries, many fled in fear of the Rage that we would inflict upon them! Yet still, two remained, and the two learned quickly of how their ilk would be dealt with within our scared Caern. Nailah, Jay, and myself joined together, and destroyed our enemies, Nailah scoring the final, crushing blow against these wraithly, life draining creatures by wielding a tree against it, crushing it to nothing but a pulp! We then carried our exhausted Alpha to rest alongside our guiding spirit, and there he was left in care of the theurge." His eyes wander over each of them now, as he comes to a conclusion to the tale.
"And even now, as we meet here, speak here, congratulate each other, and recognize each others' accomplishments, we have enemies upon us. Enemies that would threaten our exposure, in the form of a pack of wolves tearing a mortal sportsman asunder while he is caught unaware, for seeming no other reason than he was in their territory. -Their- territory?! My brothers and sisters, is it not us who have strived to claim and cleanse this land?! Is it not our leaders, Jay and Tanith, whom have established this place to be a bastion against our enemies most foul?! We are surrounded, my brethren, on -all- sides! Yet I ask, no, I -command- each of you now. Either stand and deliver against the enemies of our land...or you can get the fuck out." He speaks with a finality that meets his cold, blue eyes wandering over each of them, before wrenching the staff from the ground, and passing it back to Jay.
