The Creaking and Groaning of City Father's structure is a frenetic herald heard disturbing once more the perpetual inky-blackness of the Umbra's sky of ever-night. Banes scream and loom closer to the Sept itself prompting several Garou eager to wet their claws to rise to the occasion and to dispatch those who dared breach the perimeter of the Sept Proper (Garou, here is your chance to keel stuff. Please See an ST for Details!)

Throughout the Sept of a Fightin' Chance an ominous cacophony of breaking glass, falling rubble, and the snapping twines of the Weaver Spider's Web's that hold it aloft causes a sense of foreboding to prevail: City Father's eyes are open and widened with displeasure

When a few of the Banes that had been snarled within the webs escape those who had witnessed the event howl shrieks of warning that soon reaches every member of every tribe within city limits. Young cubs eager to dampen their claws with the entrails of the enemy race toward the Caren in its defense... (For Scene Involvement please contact an ST!)

Reports of injury from those patrolling Garou who were umbrally positioned soon drift back to the Sept either from the falling debris or the ensuing skirmishes with the escaped and attacking Banes.

The Elder Packs murmur among themselves, and Camulut of Harmony's expression was remarked by the Shadowlord Galliard Fair-Warning to appear 'unusually smug' by eavesdropping Garou in a softly-spoken conversation the Theurge of her tribe who'd tended a leg wound she'd incurred during the incident.

An emergency Council is called and the young Garou and those new arrivals to the city are again encouraged to Form Packs. City Father's demand for a dedicated Pack is met with much-heated debate. If the young would not rise to the occasion - one of the already formed and functioning packs must. They bicker among themselves for no one wishes to abandon the Totems who had chosen their packs, given them gifts in defense of Gaia, and who had warred alongside them against the ever-encroaching threat of the Wyrm.

Why Camulet of Harmony's face would appear 'smug' brings debate and some Garou who had been eavesdropping scoff at the Shadowlord (though few openly or brazenly.) After all, it was reasoned - during the commotion her tribe had taken a terrible loss as the entirety of the protestors who had voluntarily protected the Sept were taken away in handcuffs by an organized SWAT Team eager to make the evening news...

The Glasswalker Elder Codewalker calls for volunteers with legal experience or any influence which might assist in 'springing' the jailed kinfolk. A few of the Bonegnawer kinfolk were also said to have been arrested (though their disappearance was noted far later than the kinfolk from the other varying tribes who had been said to have been taken as well. Daisy had been among the protestors distributing hot coffee and bagged lunches to any who would accept the fare and her whereabouts are at the moment unknown. (Kinfolk who want to have been jailed or anyone (Garou included) with influence to spring some jailbirds... This is your chance for an arrest record or to be a (possibly Unsung) Hero! Please Contact an ST for Plotline, a Scene, and Involvement!)

Konrad upon hearing the Call to action makes himself present in the sept offering himself to those willing to form a pack , he shoots a message at an acquaintance Sean , the fianna. and hopes to hear from him soon. Konrad then approaches his wiser superiors for information on the spirit of City Father and what would the pack's primary goal would be.

Having received a text from his acquaintance Konrad. Sean's 72 Charger pulled up and parked near by he made his way in to the sept to see what the call from the elders had summoned the hoard for.

Takes It There is one of the young bloods, but not exactly rushing in for glory. He's agitated. Pacing. A bundle of barely suppressed Rage and frantic energy that would make a Ratkin proud. Or nervous. He makes it clear that he will join whatever pack comes of this, without caveats or exceptions. Pride hadn't done shit for the city or the war effort so far, and so he was ditching it. He bows his head to Codewalker, a rare gesture of genuine respect.

It's fairly clear that if he had his way he'd be off hunting down the missing and breaking open prison cells, but one wolf wasn't enough. So here he'll be. At the disposal of the Sept, and, if all goes well, a pack that can get him out there finding the lost.

The Shadowlord Galliard Fair Warning is always ready to tell a tale, even while having her wounds tended... She begins,

"City Father appeared shortly after the Sept of a Fightin' Chance was formed. Mostly, his actions are an irritant- but nothing that has been ... too complicated... More likened to a reality television episode filmed on Jersey Shore." She cast a sneering look toward the Bonegnawer crowd before sighing and rolling her eyes.

Standing, and free of Wyrm taint she shifts, Rage healing the remainder of her wounds.

In Crinos form the dark she-wolf's eyes narrow,

"Being in service to a City Father Spirit isn't... all that one might desire. He is often at enmity with the tribes - once bound you are at the whim of a fickle City Spirit more likened to an archaic God of Chaos. His desires become your pack's desires. No-matter-what. Are you ready for that? I am pleased with my pack and with our totem. Though... Icehammer and I are in agreement that perhaps it is a mantle worth claiming since no one else seems... willing to do so."

Takes of course winks when the matter of the Gnawers and their low status is brought up. Tired, poor, huddled masses. He grins, briefly, mania limning the edges of it. Strange questions to ask. "Do it myself if I were a crescent moon. An' no offense, Ice's cool and you gotta be the most New York lady I know, but you know your dance well with that pack. Respect. Me, I'm waitin' for volunteers." He hadn't seemed too wounded when he'd popped up, but there'd been messes on his way in that were just nice and quiet. "Think there's fighters in this bunch. Just gotta get 'em movin'. So 'sup everybody? You gonna let a Gnawer No Moon make you look bad?"

Konrad upon hearing Fair Warning's wisdoms, contemplates about the Spirit of City Father. he comments "I am an Ahroun of the Garou Nation It is my Duty to Protect Gaia, and to Protect my Tribe and Kinsmen , I will carry this duty no matter where I go. I believe it is my duty to lay my life down for that cause if City father is to be my packs totem I would honor it as any other! Who else will Carry the torch with me?

Barnabas had been fashionably late, his outfit dark, practical clothes, ready for a fight. He was late for a reason, of course, having had to put his feelers out to see what he could do for the kin.

He watched the two Garou volunteering, and deliberated, glancing over at Konrad a bit, crossing his arms. He did not speak up however, not yet. He seemed to be waiting for something else.

*Sean looked over at his new buddy Konrad and then at Takes whom he had not seen in awhile*. "I Sean McLaren Philodox of the Fianna Tribe will help the city father. You know you have my staff and knife that sorta thing." *The Irishman from New Orleans spun his new orleans saints ball cap backward.*

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I realize that we have been inactive for a while due to Covid and other real-life events but I am opening the site again for roleplay and I will be sanctioning werewolf characters.

Awen