He was not alone in either of these sentiments.
He was first above us all, and greater than any other.įather Wolf loved Luna as she rode across the skies, and was overcome with joy and love when he encountered her walking through the borderlands between the spirit world and the physical. His heart burned with supernatural strength and conviction, a righteous Rage that made him unstoppable. When necessary, his teeth and claws pushed mortals and animals back into the relative safety of the flesh world if they strayed too far into the spirit world. Urfarah was all too ready to give chase when a spirit overstayed its welcome. Spirits roamed into the world of the flesh, but not far or for long. He roamed the boundaries of the physical world, keeping everything in its place. He was a warrior of the Shadow Realm and the muddy world of air and earth. Death was a part of this hunter’s paradise, and the greatest hunter of all was Father Wolf. The lion still hunted the lamb the spirit still took what it needed from the world of flesh. Pangaea was glorious, but it wasn’t a world of perfect peace and gentleness. The greatest and most valiant was Urfarah… and you know that name, don’t you? He was Father Wolf. She was the most beautiful creature in the world, and she had countless suitors. She walked among the jungles and swam in the seas. She took the form of a woman of flesh and descended to earth. Mother Luna - Amahan Iduth - grew enchanted with the world growing beneath her.
#Starting a werewolf the forsaken game full
When Pangaea was in full bloom, its beauty seduced the heart of the moon itself. Humans and spirits shared a common language, the First Tongue.We can’t remember whether Pangaea was a time, a place, or both.Īll we can recall is that it was glorious, and it was lost. Pangaea wasn’t the joining of continents that geologists talk about, but the world in its first form. Spirits could enter the realm of flesh easily, and animals and humans could walk into the cool spirit shadow of the world. Only the first of our kind walked in Pangaea.Īnd they were the ones who had to destroy it.Ĭan you remember the scent? The world was lush and full of promise.
You can’t remember it fully, though, can you? Nobody can. You catch glimpses of it in your dreams, and sometimes you smell something - maybe a whiff of a healthy plant, or something about the scent of your prey - and you almost remember. You’ve heard stories of the Garden of Eden - that’s the best that humans could do trying to remember it. Rules for the werewolves’ prey, and five examples of the idigam.Everything we are and everything we were began in Pangaea.A brand new look at werewolf hunting grounds around the world, from Basra to Tokyo.Reimagined tribes, auspices, and spirit magic to create the ultimate predator and her pack.The complete guide to playing a werewolf in the World of Darkness.Time to show them that your senses - and your teeth - are as sharp as ever. They hate you, and they’re coming for you. Now they’re back, and they want to kill their jailers. Your werewolves think they can hunt any prey, but they now face the return of the idigam - incomprehensible spirits of things that never existed, imprisoned at the dawn of time. Driven by the need to hunt, you must keep the forces that would sway you in harmony rather than giving in to your instincts.īut the hunt isn’t easy. You conduct your sacred hunts in the shadows of the ordinary world, trying to maintain the boundaries. You are a hunter now, one of the Uratha who inherit the blessings of Moon and Wolf. You must hold the balance between the moon and the wolf. You are a human, a wolf, a killer, a monster. Yesterday you didn’t know what that felt like, but today you’re sitting in a room with the bodies of your family and you need to hunt. To chase down prey with your blood pumping fire through your body. The need to hunt burns in your heart and in your soul.