![]() ![]() Shopping's character, the star of this game is Lilly-Jane White, a lone Ghost Wolf Ithaeur who has prospered at the University of Chicago and created a relatively safe, coveted territory all on her own. Increasingly insular behavior, a seedy and deceptive Shadow, and pressure from Anshega and Hosts that see opportunities on Lake Michigan's shoreline make Chicago a less-than-friendly place to be a lone wolf, let alone unaligned with either side in the eternal war between Urdaga and Anshega. This game takes place in January of 2015 in the Windy City, a year after interpack conflict in the city reduced the Forsaken's numbers. We considered other games but ultimately concluded that Werewolf was the best for our purposes, especially with 2nd edition out. We didn't play again until a while later, when Shopping grew intrigued by an idea I had that would take us back to Chicago, the city-setting in which I first introduced him to Werewolf: the Forsaken. ![]() Shopping concluded his fantastic Detroit Rock City, the two of us decided to take a little break and let ourselves process. There comes a day not far away she'll birth the death of timeĪfter Mr. The seventh bride will break the tides the moon no more shall shine ![]() The sixth one's monstrous birthing blood did scarlet stain her gown The chosen ones were gathered, in sheds they were put down ![]() Untimely hewn neath silent moon, the King’s red flag unfurled The fifth one blew the horn that would end the elder world The perfect cure cannot make pure what the King has set apart The fourth prepared a dagger, she placed it at her heart She took her life with a boning knife and gave it to our Lord His bride the third remained unheard against the holy horde The keening screams of the most obscene did rip apart the Earth The Patriarch's dark sin did result in second birth The many died as the world cried for the Red King they had spurned When the first had given birth, all seven hills did burn The Sorceress in the tower, she's hidden far awayīut nothing under Luna can keep the Burning Groom at bay The handless hero 'neath the castle makes his final stand The dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land Their lanterns bright they wait at night for the darkness he shall bring The faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King They fear the child yet unborn whose voice shall break the skies They gather 'round the natal bed, the foolish and the wise ![]()
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