Things have been harsh in the winter months, a few familys have lost younger children this year, but now the tribe is being suffused with a sense of renewed hope...

The snow is melting the temperatures are turning temperate and fresh green grass is springing fresh from the earth.

The fires of the hearth raged as the one armed blacksmith went to work with his apprentice. It was on this day that the man worked with both Iron and Silver. Conall was considered a blessing to his family, one of few kin who possessed such a spiritual connection with Gaia that he possessed Gnosis. Some of his family even joked and said he was the one Gaia had forgotten. He had been favored to breed true, but the day never came. He had a prestigious career as a Kin, earning his name for the swiftness that he had held a blade. Though he fought little these days due to having lost his shield arm to the thralls of a leech, he still teaches the young pups a thing or two.

"Liam I need more heat, Pump Harder!" he called to his apprentice who was working the bellows as he tossed the fledgling blade into the heart. Wiping his brow of sweat he took to leaning upon the post of his home and placing the hammer into the notch of his belt. The kinfolk's eye wandered to some of the women who had walked he village, some garou, others not, but due to his blessing he was feeling pressure to marry from his family. The thought had crossed his mind in the past, but he had never put much stock in it. He was young, and had many more years in him. "Boy if I don't hear those bellows, I'm going to introduce ya head to this here post!"

He waved at a duo of women who had walked past before returning to his hearth, and it was then the that familiar tink, of his hammer began to fill the day. He smiled as the blade began to take shape, it would truly be a work of art that a spirit would be honored to serve in.


19:09, Today: Conall The Quick rolled 7 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness 3rd ed, Specialised system with a target of 4, rerolling 10s.  Wits+Crafts .
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the sword comes across as if each stroke of the hammer is guided by the spirits...


This evening though... a young woman comes out gasping "The horror... the horror..." Shivering

shes maybe 13 or so but allready Forced to fend for herself...

shivering... "I was out collecting berries... I saw... I saw..." shudders visibly...
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Connal quenched the klaive as he moved toward the young girl. "What happened? What did you see?" he asked trying to console her and get an answer from her. Judging by the expression on her face, Conall was greatly concerned.

She wimpers after a bit... " A boar... but it was almost skeletal... I could see its skull It let loose a horrifying screech... then I saw others join it...." she sobs...

"They all reeked of death!"
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Patrious had been sitting at a fire caught up in eating some game meat and watching from a distance the skill that Conall had with forging blade.

After seeing the girl approach in a scared and hectic manner he rose from the fire and turned an ear to better hear what she was saying.

As the self appointed protector warder of all he can see (an attitude only a silver fang would have) he approached the girl.

"Where did you encounter this menace" he demanded of the girl.
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Faustina, late as always saunters into the area skipping casually, stopping when she notices the girl, she sniffs carefully, "What's wrong with her?" she asks dismissively as she settles on a log near the warmth.  Today had been particularly interesting, she had almost caught two ravens AND had gone on a walk in the umbra, even though the latter was forbidden to her because of her status.

"About 2 hours walk from the village Over by the berry bushes to the East"  points

"Im still scared" admits...

Patrious looks to Faustina
"Dead animals walking"

After which he secures his klaive on his back and begins walking in that direction. He looks back as the camp goes out of sight to see if Faustina is coming and to make sure none not of gaia can see him before shifting to lupus to make the trip faster.