Fionn Eibh

Fianna Philodox

A young man, cocky in his stance, with perminant smirk on face looks on to a man who looks but 25 but seems so much older. His eyes betraying his true age and the wisdom within. With a floruish of his hand the old man directs the boy to sit by a fire burning bright, with an almost supernatural flare.

"Finaly speaking again for what seemed an hour the boy looks up to the old man "well ok what makes you so high and mighty? Huh? Why do I have to listen to you? What have you done? Yer a teacher, I’ve never seen you even pick up a blade or even a gun!"

"The old man’s eyes never betray the curning emotion in his gut as he sits across for the arogent little welp"So ya want ta be hearin me life story do ya? Well I no be a galliard an ain’t one fer spinnin stories but I’ll give’er a shot. I was born Sean Mahoney in a small catholic neighborhood in the slums of Belfast." The old one looks at the young man to which he speaks, his eyes forever drilling holes in the lad’s resolve and cockiness. "That was a place ta grow I be tellin ya. Tha fightin one on one was worse there. We did nae see many bombs ‘er tha like, they was kept fer the big flashy jobs...... In the neighborhood we fought fist ta fist. stick ta stick. Knife ta knife. There were na many guns then."the old man glances off into the fire, eyes seeming to soften in the fond memores. " Things were still simple in those days. Ya fought ya got dirty maybe a black eye an a bloody nose and a scoldin when ya got home. An ya always got home. These days......... Well any how lad tha was me childhood. Rough and tumble none gettin too hurt. That is until tha dreams came. An wit’em tha Sept. I had nae but two dreams. An when a woke up screamin from the second there stood the old man who would be me Uncle.

"Ya see lad in those days we kept a better ear out fer when our kin first feel the change comin on. An we were ner far away when it does. That an we grew up hearin stories of the mighty wolves fightin fer freedom." Fionn eyes never leaving the boys holding him in a solid gaze smiles ever so slightly" An we all knew tha story of Fionn Mc........... even if we weren’t kin. So back in lovely Erin in those days we were ner far from what we are an we ner doubted fer a minute that the Garou existed. These days we Fianna hold on to the old legends more than most and they serve us good."

"In me early days as a Garou I lived much as you do now. Constantly questioning, constantly seeking fer better ways to do everything, and always coming back ta the old. I learned and even taught the old ones a few things. But when I turned 16 me soon-ta-be-pack and I took our Rite to become full members of tha Sept. We did not fight. We did not riddle. We did not hunt the wyrm. It was our test to watch a challenge. A challenge made to the man we all loved as a father. The one we called Uncle. He was callenged fer his spot as Master of Challenges. He was old, and his opponent young. A challenge he could not win. It was our test to watch as our Uncle was butchered, and not move a muscle, not say a word not even change the rate of our breathing. There were 14 of us. 5 passed. From that day forth we were called The Death Watch. All taking the name Eibh, which means just that. I became Alpha so was named after the great hero Fionn. We soon became a very respected pack, one to which grew forth prosperity and honor."

"But then we left for the colonies. Chicago. There we were met not by the stupid single minded Wyrm we were used too but a crafty under handed one. And for the first time we truly experienced the might of the weaver. We were the little fish in the giant ocean. But we survived on shear cunning and tenacity. And soon gained a comfortable position in the hierarchy of the sept there."

"That is when I met Teresa. She was a Fianna like me. Fair skin and pale yellow flaxen hair, she would make tha hardest of men crumble to little boys just fer the chance ta hold her hand. And of all tha hardened veterans and suave and dashing young kin she looked opon me in favor. She chose me to fall in love with. And I returned tha favor full heartedly. We were so much in love we risked defying the litany and planed ta marry. Now you ask wha is so bad wit that? Well we fianna weren’t alone in this Sept. there were so many other tribes with us. An ya know tha most do not feel as we Fianna do. And the Silver Fang Alpha forbade it. And like good little Garou we followed his orders and separated. Teresa killed herself three days latter."

"With my loves death I fell into the dread harrano. And I fell in wit a pack of Glasswalkers that played in the fringes of the sept, liveing as nessesary evils. They played wit tha Wyrm on his own ground and in their efforts were lost ta tha weaver’s seductive lure. They were Mafioso. they lived by the dollar and were ruled by it. Me as a Fianna fell right in as a cleaner. Dealing wit tha unfavorables among tha mortals within their family. I too surrendered to their taint. But I caught myself. I met an old Shadow lord who had watched my fall. He took me aside when he seen that I realized what I had become. He taught me and helped me to purify myself. To become once again clean of the taint."

" I went ta the Alpha a month after I met the old Lord. I told him everything. The Glasswalkers were all cast out and then hunted as examples to the others of their tribe. I was ostracized. For a year I was striped of rank and not aloud to gain it back. I was shunned, still part of the sept but treated as if I did not exist. Even my pack elected a new Alpha. I worked hard that year righting wrongs I had done. Regaining the respect of those around me. And at the end of the year my pack made me alpha again and I went to work regaining my past rank. But even in this I was not truly happy, the icy hands of harrano still clutched at my neck."

"That was when The old Lord visited me once again. We talked for many hours and that old Thurge taught me that Rank is truly nothing. Rank is meaningless. What has value is fighting for the mother. He taught me how his tribe had for centuries fought the good fight without recognition. The knowledge that they did good all they needed. I decided then that I would not accept another advance in rank, even if offered to me. From that day forth I became a teacher. I made it my life’s work to teach the young. To make them better Garou. To answer questions and pose new ones never thought before."

"I am no longer a man of war. I am a man who’s life is given to the sweet mother of all. A man who does good because it is good, not because it makes him powerful. That boy is my life. Gruesome and beautiful. Hard and easy. Empty and fulfilling. Forever balanced. Forever threatening to to lose that presious balance. I am Philodox lad. I am curced with equal wisdom and equal Rage. This and a calm heart by nature gives me the ability to chose when ta Rage. Most of the other auspices look on this as weakness. I look on it as streangth. I suffer the fools for the good of the mother but I will only suffer so far. So lad next time ya acuse me of no bein a ‘real’ Garou. It won’t be a story ya be getin."

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