Tales of the Bodmin Sept
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zg_shadowsJust over a month ago, Pru went through the First Change. It's something she's still adjusting to. Women don't go through the First Change in their thirties. It's crazy - ridiculous - impossible.
Yet half the kin in the Bodmin Sept changed.
Sometimes Pru wonders what would have happened had her husband been alive. She doesn't wonder for long. She knows what happens in that kind of situation. She's been there. She's seen it.
In the early morning she walks across the moors. Pru Trevelyan used to be a good Silver Fang kinfolk - quiet, pretty, steady. The events of the past seven years have changed her. Now she's as tough as the granite beneath the moors.
She clings to her children. They are the only thing that keep her soft, beneath it all.
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Bolt was the last of the Cubs to go through First Change before the sudden mass change of the kinfolk. He went through his Rite of Passage on the day that the world changed. A new Galliard, in the service of Owl.
He isn't sure if he feels relieved or oddly let down by the new influx of numbers. When he was a cub he was something rare - a new hope - desperately needed for this dying Sept.
Now the numbers at the Sept have doubled, Oxford has taken over as 'the smallest and weakest of the Septs', and the events of Doomsday (which tore the cities apart) didn't really touch rural Cornwall. Bodmin's troubles are strangely eased, and he doesn't know if he feels let down, somehow.
He suspects that soon there will be woe enough for everyone, however.
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April didn't go through First Change. She's still kin. She's thirteen years old, but still has to get up at dawn to patrol the bawn. She can, after all, carry a shotgun and shout a warning.
Then she has to get the rickety bus to school (which is still open. She's read that the schools in London are still shut. She wishes the Apolcalypse would hurry up and get to Cornwall quicker) and then get home and help on the farm.
Her father went through First Change, and now the bulk of the work has to fall on her. She broods quietly about this. She never wanted to be a farmer. She wants to be able to have long fingernails and not always have mud ingrained in her palms.
She ranted at length to Robin and he smiled at her.
"I wish you could, sweetie," he said. "Just help us get through until things get better, eh? Maybe the shops and roads will be working again by autumn. It's just I don't think anyone is going to help us, all the way out here, so without the farms, I don't think we'd be able to eat."
This annoys April even more. She's fed up of the current diet she's on. She's bored of milk and cheese, and really craves pasta, or rice, or anything other than the nasty gritty bread that some of the older women have been learning to make. The idea of living on the produce of the farms (which produce vegetables, dairy, and some meat) until autumn is sapping her will to live.
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Robin Trevelyan feels a little like he's drowning. There's all too damn much to take in.
Friends become enemies as quick as the blink of an eye, and enemies become reluctant allies. Those you love die, and then seem to rise again and you don't know if you're even sane any more when that happens.
He can do this. He has to. In the evening, as his Sept gather around the camp fire, he looks at his people and knows that he can keep going. He reminds himself that Bodmin is actually growing stronger. He has twenty Garou now, all standing together. Admittedly, he has only five kinfolk, which is worrying him, but he hopes he can get through that.
He looks at his Beta, who went through his First Change just before Keston died. The boy has changed over the years. He's known as Crow now, short for 'Walks The Path of the Crow' and is nail sharp.
He looks at his Den Mother, who is one of four Garou who served under Keston, and sees that her hair is grey, but she still carries herself like a queen. She's a Fianna, but has Silver Fang blood in her. She calls herself Memory now, short for Fox's Memory, and tells the young ones of all those who have died for this little piece of land.
He closes his eyes for a moment and lets the wind of his land run over him. He'll die for this place. Over and over again.
But before he dies he just needs to sort out what the hell has just happened with this new influx of fairies. He also makes a note to talk to Memory. Dealing with fairies is really something the cubs need to know more about. And he quietly adds 'iron horseshoes' to the list of things he has to buy when he next gets into Truro.
Yet half the kin in the Bodmin Sept changed.
Sometimes Pru wonders what would have happened had her husband been alive. She doesn't wonder for long. She knows what happens in that kind of situation. She's been there. She's seen it.
In the early morning she walks across the moors. Pru Trevelyan used to be a good Silver Fang kinfolk - quiet, pretty, steady. The events of the past seven years have changed her. Now she's as tough as the granite beneath the moors.
She clings to her children. They are the only thing that keep her soft, beneath it all.
Bolt was the last of the Cubs to go through First Change before the sudden mass change of the kinfolk. He went through his Rite of Passage on the day that the world changed. A new Galliard, in the service of Owl.
He isn't sure if he feels relieved or oddly let down by the new influx of numbers. When he was a cub he was something rare - a new hope - desperately needed for this dying Sept.
Now the numbers at the Sept have doubled, Oxford has taken over as 'the smallest and weakest of the Septs', and the events of Doomsday (which tore the cities apart) didn't really touch rural Cornwall. Bodmin's troubles are strangely eased, and he doesn't know if he feels let down, somehow.
He suspects that soon there will be woe enough for everyone, however.
April didn't go through First Change. She's still kin. She's thirteen years old, but still has to get up at dawn to patrol the bawn. She can, after all, carry a shotgun and shout a warning.
Then she has to get the rickety bus to school (which is still open. She's read that the schools in London are still shut. She wishes the Apolcalypse would hurry up and get to Cornwall quicker) and then get home and help on the farm.
Her father went through First Change, and now the bulk of the work has to fall on her. She broods quietly about this. She never wanted to be a farmer. She wants to be able to have long fingernails and not always have mud ingrained in her palms.
She ranted at length to Robin and he smiled at her.
"I wish you could, sweetie," he said. "Just help us get through until things get better, eh? Maybe the shops and roads will be working again by autumn. It's just I don't think anyone is going to help us, all the way out here, so without the farms, I don't think we'd be able to eat."
This annoys April even more. She's fed up of the current diet she's on. She's bored of milk and cheese, and really craves pasta, or rice, or anything other than the nasty gritty bread that some of the older women have been learning to make. The idea of living on the produce of the farms (which produce vegetables, dairy, and some meat) until autumn is sapping her will to live.
Robin Trevelyan feels a little like he's drowning. There's all too damn much to take in.
Friends become enemies as quick as the blink of an eye, and enemies become reluctant allies. Those you love die, and then seem to rise again and you don't know if you're even sane any more when that happens.
He can do this. He has to. In the evening, as his Sept gather around the camp fire, he looks at his people and knows that he can keep going. He reminds himself that Bodmin is actually growing stronger. He has twenty Garou now, all standing together. Admittedly, he has only five kinfolk, which is worrying him, but he hopes he can get through that.
He looks at his Beta, who went through his First Change just before Keston died. The boy has changed over the years. He's known as Crow now, short for 'Walks The Path of the Crow' and is nail sharp.
He looks at his Den Mother, who is one of four Garou who served under Keston, and sees that her hair is grey, but she still carries herself like a queen. She's a Fianna, but has Silver Fang blood in her. She calls herself Memory now, short for Fox's Memory, and tells the young ones of all those who have died for this little piece of land.
He closes his eyes for a moment and lets the wind of his land run over him. He'll die for this place. Over and over again.
But before he dies he just needs to sort out what the hell has just happened with this new influx of fairies. He also makes a note to talk to Memory. Dealing with fairies is really something the cubs need to know more about. And he quietly adds 'iron horseshoes' to the list of things he has to buy when he next gets into Truro.
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Date: 2009-03-13 09:57 am (UTC)You know, I think the background depth of the Zeitgeist Garou game matches and in some ways exceeds that of the old Cam garou game, and they had lots f players and STs to make it for them. This is truly a remarkable game you are running.
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Date: 2009-03-13 11:20 am (UTC)That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about my game.
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Date: 2009-03-13 10:02 am (UTC)I really empathise with Bolt :)
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Date: 2009-03-13 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-13 10:13 am (UTC)And I need to get on with some input into your Lucy scene!
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Date: 2009-03-13 10:48 am (UTC)