Rage Across Portland

In the Forest

To: George Sinclare, House of Gleaming Eye, Silver Fang, Elder Two Rivers Caern
From: Johnny Coon-Hands, Uktena, Elder Blue Heron Caern


Thank you for sending the Harbingers. Though they are certainly an unconventional pack, they are nonetheless effective. I know you and the other elders of the Two River Sept are keeping tabs on this pack, so I have included a detailed report of their work against the hunters. They left for the forest the morning after their arrival. It seems it did not take before they were arguing over leadership. It seems Saoirse challenged Topper for alpha, and Topper called for a dance off. The spirits are a bit vague on exactly what happened here, but Topper retained alpha.

The second day they encountered the hunters. Despite the challenge the previous day, and their general disarray, the group quickly dispatched a number of the hunters stalking the forest using ambush tactics. They were able to procure a number of weapons and a computer from this group as well. As we learned later, this group of hunters is part of the Wolfhounds, a loose confederation of garou hunters that hunt for the pleasure of the kill. They have been known to take contracts from DNA to bring in live garou, but it seems this time they were just out for the hunt. The group was far from the Wolfhounds’ home base, so we do not expect reprisal.

The pack used the radios they took from their first kills to manipulate the remaining hunters into a trap where they were able to dispatch several more taking the number down to three. Kelly did take some silver buckshot to the chest while they were in combat, but survived. They put the large .50 caliber sniper rifle they lifted from the hunters to good use.

The then tracked the remaining three hunters to their camp where the pack was soon joined by Kyle Sykes, who had come through the moon bridge only a few hours later. With Sykes’s help, the pack finished off the hunters and dealt with the evidence as best they could. We assisted some in the final cleanup.

After both Topper and Crunk challenged and won Fostern rank. The pack has been good to have around as we work to rebuild after the hunters. The only issue they seem to be having is every one of them has ancestor spirits talking to them, but in languages they cannot understand. The only clue they seem to have is a warning about the “Drowned King.” Our Talesinger Heart-Song knows a story about this king, but it is, like many such stories, cryptic.

That is all I have for now. I will write again before the pack returns.


Haloween Night
A Report

Prince Mycroft Kynes,

            I have written up my report on the actions of the lupines who entered your domain this Halloween. They entered down town just as the sun was beginning to set, as did several other packs. This particular pack, four strong at the time, began to wander the area north of Burnside. The group was dressed in costumes fitting the holiday celebrated by the kine. Two of them entered into the private party set up by Ventrue Primogen Alexander Steele. This is where I first noticed them. I watched as the short female and the large male in a toga wandered around the party They quickly became aware of my presence and left the building. I followed after, obfuscated of course.

            The pack seemed to be patrolling the area keeping an eye out for unusual happenings. They did encounter, and eliminate, some kind of large insect like creature. The thing dissolved quickly after they killed it, but it was unlike anything I have encountered before. I first thought it was perhaps some Tzimisce creation, but it was simply too alien to be connected to them. They next ended up on the trail of the Muckrakers, the Sabbat Pack that has been intruding into our lands from the north. They discovered a number of bodies killed by this pack and pursued. The Sabbat became aware that the lupines were after them and lured them into a secluded ally. There the lupines made short work of the Sabbat.

            They were then joined by another lupine, and older one on an Indian brand motorcycle. This is when I contacted you for instructions and, and your request, brought the lupines to see you and Grendel. I can say, they were quite shaken after their encounter with you. The homeless one that spoke, with the top hat, was quite angry with your display of authority.

            The pack, now totaling five, continued to patrol the area. They did encounter some other monsters in the night. I can report that lupines apparently have the ability to disappear into another realm. This happened several times as they were pursuing one of the creatures they were after. The lupine would simply gaze into a reflective surface then vanish. It seems they must do the same to return from this realm. I do not know the exact nature of this power, nor if all lupines possess this power. I did witness one of the lupines pulling another into the realm. I must confess, I did lose them when all five vanished into this realm. I did a full sweep of the area several times and did finally catch up to them as they were leaving the area, a bit before sunrise.  

            That concludes my report on the actions of the lupines as you requested my lord. Should you need me for further surveillance all you need do is ask.

Rite of Passage
Where our players form a pack and begin to really learn what it is to be garou.

Ragnar was sitting at the bar in Voodoo’s, working on his third pint. Voodoo was behind the bar and the pair were chatting. On stage Hard Way was doing his best impression of Slash on his guitar. Big Dog, from the Rose City sept, sat down next to Ragnar at the bar. His face was covered in fresh scars.

            “You look like two miles of bad road man.” Ragnar said as he signaled to Voodoo to bring over a pint.

            “Yeah?! Good. Scars remind me I’m still alive.” Big Dog downed the pint. Voodoo had a second waiting. “How ‘bout you, story has it you were babysitting some pups?”

            “Well, not exactly. We got a new pack, including that Glass Walker your sept rescued a while back.”

            “Oh yeah, how is the kid?”

            “He’s older than I am, and a lot older than you.”

            “So, he is not as experienced.’ Big Dog said with a toothy grin.

            “Point taken. Well, he and four other new garou formed a pack. They did pretty good on their Rite of Passage as well, took down some fomori and some Dancers.”

            “No shit?! Do tell.”

            “Well we had six, Sykes, the Glass Walker, a Bone Gnawer named Larkin, a pretty little Fianna named Saoirse, a Child of Gaia that goes by Crunk, and a Wendigo from Arizona, all homid. There is also Skaði, a Get of Fenris lupus.

            “Mama Cass had them herded into a cave one after another to let them get to chat. Seems they got on passing well, save the Wendigo. Still, nothing too bad. Then the group were loaded up in a van and Sinclair drove them out past Mount Hood.”

            “You mean Glade territory?”

            “Yep, just to the south east actually. That was by design. Mama Cass worked with them to be there to assist, and help the pups deal with some interaction with the fera, though turns out the pups had other ideas.” Ragnar grinned as he took a pull on his pint.

            “Sinclair had them strip, which caused some embarrassment from Crunk, being fifteen and not all the bright. He explained the set up: get back to the sept on foot, find a pack totem and form a pack, and discover what was up with missing hikers. He then packed up and left.

            “Scaði lead the pack in a hunt, all in lupus, teaching how to harry a deer. They then made their way west until they came across an old set of cabins that were once a resort. They broke into one and spend the night, found a little clothing, that kind of thing. In the morning, the caretakers of this old resort were home and invited them in for breakfast. I have no clue if the caretakers believed the crazy lie they spun, but it did not mater. See, turns out these caretakers, the Marsh family, were a bunch of cannibal formori. They drugged Sykes and tried to drug Larkin, but were found out. A battle ensued where they did well killing the fomori, though one escaped into the Umbra. They followed and dealt with her as well. After that is when they discovered that they had freezers filled with human meat.”

            “Gaia forbid.” Big Dog said with a frown. “Is there no low the Wyrm will not stoop to?”

             “No, and we have both seen worse.”

            “That is true.” The pair were silent for a moment, reflecting on the horrors they had witnessed.

            “So they killed these fomori, what next.”

            “They were contacted by a spirit called Cù Sìth who asked them to find him in the Umbra. They wandered for some time, and this is where things get interesting. The Wendigo disappeared in this wandering. They have no idea where he is. Mama Cass is not thrilled with this, but according to the pack Cù Sìth told the pack he was no worthy and was on his own quest.”

            “That is interesting, this spirit seems to be well informed.”

            “Yeah, turns out to be a potent spirit that is part of Phoenix’s brood.” Ragnar grinned as Big Dog choked on the beer he was drinking.


            “I know, and it handpicked them on Phoenix’s suggestion! Pretty important stuff man!”

            “Jesus. I suppose the spirit handed them a quest or something?”

            “No, just offered them patronage. They are the Harbingers now.”

            “Nice name.”

            “I know. So after this they got smart and returned to the cabins where they hotwired the truck and drove it into Sandy where they got a room for the night.”

            “They had cash?”

            “Yeah, found it at the cabins. So in the morning they find the tires all slashed up from something. They do a little tracking and find a BSD pack. Seems the Marsh family were the children of the Alpha of this pack, Virgil Marsh.”

            “And they wanted revenge?”

            “Hell yeah! But, our new pack did not let them have it. Scaði even felled a Dancer in one hit, though she was pretty badly wounded after.”

            “Dancers don’t go down easy.”

            “Well, maybe for you.” Ragnar grinned at Big Dog’s glare. “So they then stole the Dancer’s car and drove into Portland. They sank it in the river by Cathedral Park and walked ‘cross the St. John’s and up into the sept. Rite done.”

            “Ballsy, I am sure Mama Cass meant for them to walk the whole way.”

            “Yeah, she sure did, but they did not really break the rules, as they were told to enter the caern on foot, not to make their way back on foot. Still, they did well.”

            “Uhg, semantics.” Big Dog drained his second pint and Voodoo who had been listening refilled it. “So, the big conclave is for them?”

            “Yes and no. Mama Cass planned a sept moot to officially welcome the pack as garou, but there is a guest coming, some traveling galliard named Blackpaw from the Bison Rock Caern. He has the blessings of King Albrecht, and is guided by Phoenix himself.”

            “Jesus, Phoenix again. What the hell is all this about?”

            “Not sure. Suppose we will find out at the Conclave.”

            “Should be a hell of a time!”


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