A Legacy of Duty

Wow, I had not realized how busy I had gotten and how long it had been since I wrote here last.  This entry is basically going to start my fan fic tale of my garou character Alison.  Tonight’s game was the last time I will get to play her as character choices were made and she gave her life to her cause.  Great story telling happened tonight and out of all the Cam club character’s I’ve ever played I must say they never did justice to my character’s stories.  Our local troupe game has proven far superior to the club’s old stories from the old WoD games.

I am going to write the history of my character as a story, one that could be seen rather heard around the campfires of a moot, being told by a galliard.  I hope during the telling of this tale you will all see the character developement as I played her through the plots that were given to us.  I may change this frequently to flush it out, and it may continue in other posts as I work on it.

A Legacy of Duty

Most tales told through the septs of the Garou nation are either of great legends of history, or of recent events or accomplishments of garou during their continued battle with the Wyrm.  This tale is a little of both.

It beings more than a thousand years ago, in Greece.  While we won’t bore you with the details of the politics between the Silent Striders and the Black Furies, just know it began there.  The legacy though, begins in Egypt.  A group of women, warriors for Diana, race across the desert sands with the quick yet silent companions.  They race towards a chanting, a chanting of ritual that echo’s through the night air.  As the group comes into view of the Sphynx they find a group of Garou that had turned to the Wyrm, fallen from their duties to Gaia, but they find themselves too late, a great spirit rises from the Sphynx and a battle between the Black Spiral Dancers and the allied group of Black Fury warrior women, and the Silent Striders.  The battle is fought, and many have fallen from the garou nation, but while Gaia won a victory in the death of all the Black Spiral Dancers, the Garou now face a legendary spirit, with more than half their side fallen.  A woman, alone steps forward, her beautiful long black hair down around her shoulders, in her hand is not the weapons of war, it is not a spear or axe, but a box, a simple yet beautifully carved wooden box.  As she steps forward she opens the box and the air is filled with a struggle.  It is not the type of struggle one see’s with their eyes as a battle is usually fought, but it is felt with their souls and with in the spirit of those still alive.  It does not seem as if the woman is going to win but suddenly the box snaps closed on its own a resounding BOOM fills the air and the legendary spirit is gone.

The tale moves quickly into the distant past, only two years ago.  The year 2004, and summer is just approaching the beautiful ocean side city of Santa Monica, California.  Alison Stravos is coming out of a roadside diner, having finished her shift and helping close up the resteraunt for the night.  The owner had parked out back, but Alison had parked on the far side, closer to the front door, rather than the back employees door.  She was eighteen and had just finished her senior year in high school, while she did not have to work as her father’s business had kept her fairly spoiled, and pretty much what they now call a trust fund baby, she chose to work the summer before she headed off to college.  This night though was the night that would change her plans and set her upon a path that would ultimately end up with us here telling her tale today.

As she approached her car to head home for the night an attacker came out of the dark and jumped her.  This being the world we live in I do not feel I must explain what the man intended for this pretty and young teenager.  While these horrid things were his intention I do believe most of us know what happens when you threaten the life of a pure breed kinfolk Black Fury woman.  Yes, her wolf came to the surface, killed the attacker left him in a pool of blood and began taking off down the street.  Alison later came to, laying on the ground, completely naked, in an alley a few blocks down from her job, covered in the blood of the man she had just killed.  She was fightened, lost, and in shock, for while she was true kinfolk her father, in his love for her and desire to protect her never spoke to Alison of who her mother had been and what might become of her.   Picking herself up off the alley ground she heads towards her car, but when she gets to the end of the alley she can see the flashing lights of the police.  So in fear she heads the other direction of the alley in search of a payphone and calls her father, who knowing what this story means knows that his daughter has become Garou.  He rescues her, contacts his lawyer, gets things smoothed over in the media and his daughter 3 months later is found not guilty, for she was after all only defending herself off from an attacker.  No questions were raised on how she managed to cut the man alive, for it was just implied that she somehow managed to turn the knife of the attack on himself and that it had been lost in her race away from the scene and never recovered.

The Caern Alison spent her year as a cub is located north of Los Angeles in the national park that rests in the mountains that seperate the great LA area from the San Joaquin Valley (the southern part includes Bakersfield California and stretches up the entire central california region up to Sacramento).  Here she is taught what it means to be Garou, to fight for Gaia and to keep her duties in the war against the Wyrm.  Here she learns what it means to be a Black Fury, to be part of a tribe of Garou that are bound by their sisterhood.