Werewolf Lore

This page is considered IC knowledge for werewolves and their history. Werewolves coming here would be briefed on their history.

Nuwisha are aware of this lore inherently, and most Fera, if they make contact with a Tribe, can learn it easily.

The Death of the Croatan
Boston was built on ancient Croatan lands, but as many garou know, the arrival of the European settlers also ushered in the Eaterer-of-Souls. The entire Croatan tribe had wiped itself off, and the area that once belonged to them was claimed by the Wendigo. Their ancient Sept, The Berth of Turtle had all but faded away.

These two actions caused a long-lasting hatred to burn within the Wendigo, and while they eyed the new city of Boston with suspicion, they took to the woods. There, the Wendigo allied with the Red Talons, and created a new sept bonded with the spirit of a Great Oak, named Sister Leaf.

The area of 'New England', as the settlers had called it, was firmly in the hands of those two tribes. They both waited and hated, biding their time with bated breath. They wanted revenge, one for the death of their brother and the other for the loss of nature to Man.

Sure, they civilized and fought through the revolution, but the tribes waited.

They hated.

The War of 1812
With the war bursting between the newly founded United States and their Canadian brothers up north, the alliance between the Wendigo and Red Talons reached their natural peak. Joining, or, as some say, leading a warband to Boston to break it down, the garou led their Kinfolk to a mass slaughter. Their moot had declared this as a continuation of the Impergium, as man had forgotten their fear of the wolves.

It wasn't anything less than a slaughter. The wolves and kinfolk watched the roads, barricading the ways out, and slaughtering any like prey that had tried to escape. With the citizens within their walls, the Garou entered, burning and massacring. Some stories claim the two tribes, blinded by the wyrm, completely desecrated the bodies of both the living and the dead.

The War Chief, a Wendigo by the name of Apisi, was ruthless and efficient. Very few people had escaped. Among them were the kinfolk of other tribes.

The Kinfolk Slaughter
Apisi was ruthlessly efficient, and even then some of the people of Boston had not left, believing that their kinship with other tribes would have saved them.

They were wrong. The Silver Fangs, Wyrmfoe in particular, speak of the massive slaughter of their European kin -- those who could not escape to Clarise Isle. While almost every tribe, except for the Red Talons, Wendigo, and Uktena had lost members, none were as numerous as those lost by Wyrmfoe.

Aftermath
The city was completely destroyed, a burned, charred No-Man's land. In truth, the area had become a Wyrm-Infested Bane land, feasting off suffering and death. The two tribes were busy, facing off both the banes, and reprisal from the assaulted clans.

Sister Leaf at this time grew, her oaken roots turned red with blood. Some story-tellers speak of a branch that came from the blighted tree; a weapon of the wyld tainted by the wyrm.

The Bane Blade.

The Peace of 1815
Weak and exhausted, the two tribes had to allow other members to their vigil. The Uktena, disappointed in their brother but understanding their pain, joined the vigil and began smoothening things out. The Sept of Sister Leaf was slowly growing -- and for once, change had happened. Peace was coming, whether the coalition liked it or not.

Soon enough, Hamilton was created. This small town was distrusted by the Sept of Sister Leaf, and while tensions where high, the town and the werewolves existed in an uneasy peace. Tensions were high, with the occasional murder.

The Sapping of 1840
One night, with no warning, the townsfolk came together armed with weapons of steel and silver. Present knoweldge knows them as the magi, lead by the Ivory tower, but their ancestors knew not. They moved in, slaughtering the wolf population, and even killing Apisi himself. They arrived to the great spirit, Sister Leaf, and destroyed her.

It takes much to destroy a spirit, and our ancestors knew not how it was done. But the Magi knew. They drew silvered weapons and butchered her, destroying the great oak that rested in the heart of White Pines.

They burned the forest, making sure nothing could come of it.

But from the ashes, the Uktena took over the devastated sept. They planted trees and a new spirit, an Oak that once went by the name of "Mother Bark", before growing Jealous of the hair of Willow trees, and renaming herself "Mother Willow".

Cheiftan Abey led the way to a unification, under the Sept of Mother Bark, later Sept of Mother Willow.

Unity
The Red Talons and Wendigo would call this domestication. By 1863, the two groups had become allies, aiding each other properly. The humans in the city worked with the Natives, and a true relationship was born. They were gifted the lands of White Pine as a reserve, and a promise that the two would co-operate, but more usefully, leave each other alone.

1900's to Modernity
The Garou had remained licking their wounds, watching over the city and dealing with the disastrous results of their past actions. While the rest of the world had wnet to war, the garou exercised* the Get of Fenris and the sword of Heimdall. The union between Wyrmfoe reentering Hamilton was slow, and even now, many tribes dislike and distrust the remaining Wendigo and Red Talons that remain within the sept. Many of the ancestors who participated in the slaughter are still alive, after all.\

But now?

A new threat comes to the Garou Nation. This story is yours.