wta overview

You've felt it since your First Change.

Whether you were raised in the sept, given some idea of what life lay ahead, or if you were a lost cub, only found after you'd hit that bloody moment where your true nature finally burst free. Or even if you came into being in some stranger way. From that moment, everything was different. Even if you knew before, you finally *understood* now.

You can smell it, everywhere you go. Underneath the Earth's flesh is the constant scent of rot. You know, you feel in every fibre of your being, that something is eating away at Her. And every act of cruelty, every bit of disregard for the planet and those that live on it, every time greed and hatred overtakes compassion, every corruption of that which was once new and alive feeds those cancers. It doesn't matter if the actions are accidental or deliberate, and indeed both exist. Sometimes it even come from within, from the people you now call family and comrades in war. Those that you know are supposed to protect the world from these evils.

Whatever the cause, the result is the same. Gaia is dying.

It's a terrible feeling, the helplessness. Knowing that so much now can't be solved by just tooth and claw. The weight of inevitability is massive on your shoulders, and for one as young as you, it can seem unbearable. You see how the lights in some elders' eyes have gone out. They're only continuing this war through obligation, but they know there's no hope. Some give up, resigning themselves to depression or squabbling over what shrinking patches of wilds there are left.

But not you.

You still have that righteous fire within you. Your Rage, that drives you forward and urges you, in the face of coming Apocalypse. to ACT.

You are a creature of raw, kinetic action. You are Gaia's blessed children. And though she's weakened, you don't just feel Her sickness. You feel Her vibrancy, Her love, in every living thing, in compassion and unity. You, of all the creatures of the Earth, can feel Her very heartbeat in all the beautiful chaos of nature. Yes, She is dying. But She is not yet gone.

You've learned what has been lost. But you know what can be gained again.

The world dangles precariously over the Wyrm which seeks to devour it. You can see the threads fraying. Time is running out. But there *is* time, if you are willing to take it.

When will you act? When will you Rage?