Moot5

Moot 4

"Sometimes, victory comes when everywhere you look is defeat." Vasyl begins, "When you think that all is lost and you have prepared to say good by to this life, hoping your spirit will live on with your descendants. Yet you can find victory nonetheless." The Fang says smiling.

"So it is with the tale of a unified European garou and the Blood Demon."

"There are many dark times in the history of Europe. Wars, plagues, famine...some by the Wyrms hand some by simple evil of man. One dark time across Eastern Europe came because of a creature of the Wyrm simply known to time as the Blood Demon." The Galliard explains as he begins to walk in a circle.

"This creature spread across territories as a horror as a conqueror." Vasyl adds, "I do not know /what/ he was. Some say he was a powerful vampire...as yes his abilities were similar. Others say he was a fomori of some sort, an avatar of lust for blood. I do not know. What I do know is it was evil. It was intelligent and it was death incarnate for many."

Waving his hands across the expanse of the caern in a sweeping motion Vasyl rumbles out, "He swept across territories, first outside of the protectorate of the garou. Killing all as he would go. Gathering upon him armies of the undead, corpses once again walking the earth as mindless and unending soldiers in his war on life itself."

"As he expanded it was only a matter of time before he eat upon the garou. Even as we work in packs, he outnumbered his foes with his drone corpses." Vasyl sighs softly, "Soon the dead garou would join that army of death, twisted things of bone and claw... I myself hope I never see an undead garou." He emphasizes, "The horrors the garou and kin of that day had before them."

"it was Adrik Rozhkov Howls-of-Light, Galliard of the Silver Fangs that first began to gather the European tribes to battle this army. He knew that alone, they could not defeat such an endless force."

Howls-of-Light would call out;

"Fight for the living - Fight for the world
Brothers, sister stand by my side
Fight for the living - Fight for the world
This foe before us has only one thing on its mind - Death!
Fight for the living - Fight for the world!"

"His stories persuasive, the threat real. What happened next was something that in itself was glorious. Soon, packs of the tribes began to show up upon the battlefield. Shadow Lords, Fianna, Get of Fenris, Black Furies and Children of Gaia all gathered under the banner of Falcon and his Silver Fangs!"

He nods a few times proud of the moment in history, for a second caught up imagining it, the garou of the tribes gathered together for war. "There was much excitement that day...and with that excitement came plans for war, and war itself. At first it went so well, the undead no match for the unified forces of those European garou. Their remains scattered across the land in the rage blessed upon us by Gaia and Luna!"

There is a dramatic pause.

"However, a time came then when the Blood Demon took the field."

Another dramatic pause.

"The Blood Demon would rally his forces, marching mindlessly towards the garou as he himself took a Great War form, a monstrous beast with great claws and wings like a bat with razor sharp talons along his back!"

"I am the overlord
My very shadow brings them fear
The claws upon my hand, talons upon my wing
Will grind them out, we are immortal!"

Vasyl circles again, "To say the garou fought valiantly is an understatement. They fought and died against wave of death. Making progress no doubt, breaking the army down...but being backed down all the way. Bit by bit strategically retreating until it was one garou of each tribe left standing upon the hallowed grounds of a Black Fury Sept known then as the Sept of the Infinite Well. In this moment of despair it was once again the Galliard that rallied the garou..."

Howls-of-Light spoke:

"Fight for the living - Fight for the world!
We are the defenders Gaia chose
Fight for the living - Fight for the world!
Be proud, let him face our storm!
Fight for the living - Fight for the world!"

With a great howl from the Get of Fenris warrior that day, Bjorn "Slayer-of-Giants" Audunsson would step forward first, taking on the Blood Demon in single combat...rooting himself to the holy grounds of the caern in a last stand, a heroes stand! Soon the other garou joined him, a unified pack of elders working in unison as a perfect pack in its perfect moment of time. It was destiny."

They fought four hours, some say all through the night to the single moment, the Blood Demon finally weak enough that they were able to have him surrounded and in defeat, yet unable to slay the beast of the Wyrm, this creature of death as if death had no way to touch him. It lived on."

"At that point a plan was hatched, the creature  imprisoned within the Infinite Well at the caern, a ritual performed by the garou and a large stone obelisk placed upon it to seal it. Carved into the stone by each garou the glyph of their tribe, a portion of their spirit, of their very soul given to that stone to forever seal the horror beneath."

"This is the story of the Blood Demon."

"This is the story of how the Sept of the Sentinel Stone gained its name."