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| Age Doesn't Matter In War | ||||||||
| Told by Gary "Sings The Dire Warning" Ironside, Ungdom Skald of the Fenrir | ||||||||
| May 1, 2006 | ||||||||
*He waits until story and song time before nodding that he's got one. He rolls his shoulders after getting himself some booze and waits until he has at least a few peoples attention before starting with a grin* Alright ya'll. Being a Skald and all, I figure I should feel ashamed for giving that Silver Fang over there all the spot light during this time so here is the deal: Imma tell ya'll a story and hopefully you'll listen. Get it? Good, I'll start. *He clears his throat after taking a deep breath* Ya know? I look around this Varthi and I've seen several Elders and not once have I ever heard someone tell a tale in their honor except when one dies. Well, Imma break that here and now and start with one we should all thank our own asses for. I know he's probably going to wail on me after this here Ting but it'll be worth it. *His grin widens and he folds his arms across his chest, kicking back after his bottle is sat on the ground near his foot* When we all see Cole for the first time, what is the very first thing that comes to mind? *Waiting mainly for the Gode's reaction before continuing on* That's right, it's usually "Sweet Gaia, that guys nearly my age and he's a Vissmann -and- a Gode?" Cole's got more shit for that then he probably can remember, too. But you know what? I bet he's done as much, if not more then most Garou Elders in his short life span then they have in their entire life. But any way, the story starts about seven years ago that would eventually turn into a legacy. Cole came here after leaving his home Varthi due to circumstances beyond his control. His family is a pretty well known one, at least among the Fenrir but Cole was pretty much outcast and considered to have dishonored his family after an event. He's also been one of the few Trueborn in a good number of years for his family, but they still figured he had to be all traditional and when something went wrong, it was look at double standard bad instead of just "Shit happens, but your gonna get punished." It was more like "You don't exist." But that was a bunch of bullshit, so I'll keep going. Cole was forced to walk alone and made his way here to Kansas. When he got here, there -was- no Varthi. None. Nada. Zilch. Unless our neighbors were around but he didn't know about that and must have not been able to feel it but anyway. Luckily, he runs into two other crazy fuckers that so happened to be the other two founders of the Broken Chain; Brandon Ulrich and Jurgi August. Well, Brandon was a true blue outcast too at the time and Jurgi was a mule who came from a Hov that by some miracle of Gaia he lived through until he was old enough to go on out on his own. Cole was about 19 or so then and still Ungdom. Well, after a few fights these three get together and after awhile they earned Great Fenris' favor. That's another tale and I believe Ash had the honor of doing that one, so maybe I'll get with her and make a saga at some point. *Grins* But any way, back to the story. No Varthi yet there was many Garou around. It took a good three years nearly for everyone to go "Heeeeey, we need a Varthi around here!" since there was probably a good dozen Garou running around in the same spot. In those three years, Cole had risen to Skyddman and damn close to Krigare and was likely more in the know about Rites then most of our grandfathers were. Oddly, there was no other worthy Godi around who could have opened a Caern so all looked to him. Even Calls of Dark Winds-Rhya supported him to go and learn the Rite that could make them a Caern and so Cole went back home to seek out the Gode who would maybe teach him, as that was one of the few who knew the Rite within probably a good bit of distance all around and that -might- share. Cole wasn't received kindly, mainly due to his family error but he didn't back down and even challenged for the right to learn. Seeing this guy was Eldre, it was well within his right to decline Cole's challenge but he accepted. *He chuckles and picks up his bottle to take a swig before going on* It was a called riddle contest. This guy was getting up there in his old age and knew Cole would whip his ass and embarrass the shit outta him. Well, Cole still embarrassed the shit outta him because the very first riddle stumped him. It took over a month but Cole came back with the Rite. Now keep in mind, he wasn't but 21 or so and he had one of our most powerful Rites under his belt. By then, more Garou had come including Paws That Shatter-Rhya and her pack and a few other folks. We even had a few Fera at our backs that was supporting us. The fight was said to be one that would be remembered for times to come. Brandon and Jurgi, along with a few others who aren't among us any more were at the front of our defense when the packs of Jormungander servants finally hit. I hear there was others out there too, including some of the Fera and the fight was a push and shove match that went on for a few hours. Finally we were able to drive back the Wyrm's forces and away from the pending Rite. During all this, Cole was leading the Rite. We had a 21 year old -Fostern- doing the Rite instead of say, Calls of Dark Winds-Rhya or Paws That Shatter-Rhya. Oh, the last two were there all right but they knew who the best option was to be doing it. With thirteen others, Cole performed the Rite and with success as everyone can see. *Spreading his arms out to make a point before taking another swig of Jaeger* Before dawn, the Varthi was born under clouds that crested the moon in an eerie way which is of course how we got our name. Exhausted, but victorious, all collapsed after savoring the first moments. The defenders also tired took turns resting. Less then a week later, Cole was announced as the Gode of the Varthi. *Chuckles* He's been in that position since because he's so good at it. But there has been plenty, even from other Septs, to either bitch about it and some even came and challenged him. Why? Because he's young and he's not old and gray. Apparently, our Nation expects everyone capable of telling shit from apple butter to be grey headed. Me? I say fuck that. The Fenrir usually don't even live that long. Hell, Paws That Shatter-Rhya was still good lookin' last I checked and she's an Elder. *A joking grin offered to the Elder incase she decides to take offense* So the moral of my story? Fuck what you look like and if you can do something or you think you can? Do it. Cole here made it to Vissman in like nine years and is to this day the youngest to ever perform the Rite of Caern Building. Why can't we all aspire to his goals? Ash is a prime example and she had the balls to be his student for the longest. The Apocalypse is coming and if people want to judge their fellow Garou based on age, let em'. I say fuck em' and I know I'll last longer during the Fimbul Winter. Any way, sorry for the mostly sucky story ya'll and I'll work on something nice to start with soon enough. If I don't, everyone's going to start busting my balls for being a Skald who doesn't do what he's suppose to. *Chuckles and goes back to drinking and waiting for Cole to come beat the shit out of him* |
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