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sacrifice were the rest of the packmates able to escape.
Now, the diminished pack lurks on its territory, howling
for its loss and growing ever more wary of venturing
beyond its borders.
In the midst of the territory is a young oak tree,
planted from a seed the pack found while searching for
a locus years ago. After consulting the omens, the pack
planted the seed and has tended it ever since then. There
is a small cave close by where the packmates keep a ritual
fire burning, though they haven’t been as careful as they
once were in keeping the flame alight.
Aside from their alpha, Night’s Call to Arms, the
other members of the pack include Chilling Murmur of
Laughter (Ragabash), Furious Spark of Inferno (Ahroun)
and Profound Weight of Seasons (Theurge). Their totem
is a spirit called Wolf that Blazes with Anger, though that
blaze has dimmed slightly as the pack’s grief over Haunting
Howl of Peril’s death threatens to overwhelm them.
NIGH T’S CALL TO ARMS
Auspice: Elodoth
Tribe: Hunters in Darkness
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 4, Resolve 3
Physical Attributes: Strength 3 (4/6/5/3), Dexterity 3
(3/4/5/5), Stamina 4 (5/6/6/5)
Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 2 (1/2/0/2),
Composure 2
Mental Skills: Medicine (Wolf) 2, Occult (Nature Spirits) 2
Physical Skills: Athletics (Running) 3, Brawl 4, Larceny 3,
Stealth (Wilderness) 3, Survival (Hunting) 4, Weaponry
(Klaives) 2
Social Skills: Animal Ken 3, Empathy 1, Expression 2, Intimidation
3, Persuasion 3, Socialize 1, Subterfuge 2
Merits: Fetish (Klaive Sword) 4, Inspiring, Totem 2
Primal Urge: 4
Willpower: 5
Harmony: 6
Max Essence/Per Turn: 13/2
Virtue: Justice
Vice: Sloth
Health: 9 (11/13/12/9)
Initiative: 5 (5/6/7/7)
Defense: 3 (3/4/4/4)
Speed: 11 (12/15/18/16)
Renown: Cunning 1, Glory 2, Honor 3, Purity 3
Gifts: (1) Sense Malice, Speak with Beasts, The Right
Words, Ward Versus Predators; (2) Plant Growth, Ward
Versus Mortals; (3) Forest Communion
Rituals: 2; Rites: (1) Banish Human, Funeral Rite, Shared
Scent; (2) Call Human, Hallow Touchstone, Rite of Contrition
Night’s Call to Arms is lost in his pain. Losing a
packmate is always difficult for the Uratha, but Haunting
Howl was his beta, and the two were closer than human
words can describe. She was his confidante, his best
friend and his voice of reason. Call (as his name is usually
shortened) is a tactical genius, with an instinctive grasp
of combat, but Haunting Howl planned the long-term
strategies and gave the pack its direction. Call has healed
the wounds caused by the Predator Kings’ klaives, but the
loss, the failure, still burns in him like a silver thorn. His
pack might be physically ready to strike back at the werewolves
who took Haunting Howl’s life, but Call isn’t sure
how to strike. The once-sure warrior has lost his nerve,
and could be on the verge of running rabid. For now, he
masks his indecision with stoicism, but the rest of the
pack is getting antsy and eager to move.
In Urhan form, Call is a black wolf, with white
“socks.” A long streak of white fur has grown along his
side over the scar from the Predator Kings’ claws. In
human form, he’s a tall white man, with unruly black
hair that hangs down to the middle of his back. He
rarely smiles anymore, and not even the joy of battle
can thrill him.
JAGGED SKY’S PACK
Max Roman’s call for multi-tribal packs has had a few
successes. The New Hope pack has achieved some notoriety
for its ability to ignore tribal differences and work
together as a functioning pack (at least, it does when Roman
makes an effort to point out what that pack is up to).
With every success, however, come some failures. The
members of this recently formed multi-tribal pack are having
great difficulty overcoming their differences and forging
the bonds that turn a group of individuals into a pack.
These five werewolves chose to come together not out of a
common emotional bond or goal, but simply because they
believed in Max Roman’s dream. It might not be enough,