Thousands of years ago, before humans used language to describe the events of the past, the Earth Mother created three supernatural forces-the Weaver, the Wyrm and the Wyld- to maintain the universe. She guided all nature's creatures with a feral claw. It was the Earth Mother, they say, who first taught us to change our shape. And it was at her command thewe forstered the fledgling human race..
Many were the shapeshifting kinds, but we were the most powerful, the most feared - the garou, the werewolves. Togeather, we kept the human herds in check. A conclave of our tribes ruled our kind, and we were the earth's dominate species. We reveled in our dominance, and we sought to rule all shapeshifter's. When all would not bow to our might, we claimed our kin to be a threat to all of Gaia's human children. I retaliation for there defiance, we waged a savage battle against our changing kin. We never thought that those we sought to protect would be next to dissent..
The violence was so terrible that humankind turned its back on us all. While we carved out a path in blood, humans relegated us to myth and ledgend and started ther own story. So much did humankind deny our existance that, to this day, humans who see a Garou retreat into madness and forget what they saw.
Today, we Garou live under the veil, conceiling ourselves from humans who are now dominte among Gaia's offspring. But still, be it in flesh or spirit, it is the Apocalypse we fight to prevent. As humans pollute the world and cities grow, strangling the wild places, So to do the Wyrm and the Weaver fight each ther in conflict that can only destroy the world.
We Garou stand in there way. Our struggle today is more dire than ever, we are the last generation of Warriors. . .
