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Nuada and Lugh |
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When
the first wolf gave birth to the nation tribes, our ancestor was the
second born. So enchanted by the beauty about herself so enthralled, she
let loose the first song to the world. Our Tribe gave the first howl and that is why the oldest of our
legends are in wolf-tongue. We had to follow. The main family carried their burdens further
northwards where we met Garou who were before us. The White Howlers. At
first we fought and pushed them further north into the highlands. But at
some point we made peace and we shared our tales and our kin. We became
brothers of a sense to them and that is why we mourn their loss so. If
you ever had a duty as a Fianna, the first is to eradicate all Black
Spiral Dancers. Give no mercy. They disgrace the memory of the White
Howlers. To continue, the main family split into two
again. Some stayed in the Highlands of Scotland becoming the Scottish
Fianna. It is the Scottish Fianna who shared much with the White
Howlers. The last family continued across the sea to a
small land of beautiful green and there the family rejoiced to meet the
Fey, the Tuatha de Danaan, Tribe of Dana. The Irish Fianna shared much
of themselves. But the whole tribe during our journeys with the Fey ones
had shared their dalliances with their beauty that within us courses a
small amount of Fey blood. The Fey taught us the power of names, that names
empowers the object or person with spiritual strength. That is why we
are guardians of the land as we value the land as our blood. We sing
songs to remember these places we name to strengthen Gaia. These songs
are the Dindsenchas, the place name stories, which preserve the anicent
song lines within the land. Names hold the keys to power: that is why Fianna
have three names. One that is their birth name, the second their warrior
name given by the Sept as part of their Rite of Passage, the third a
secret and cherished name given to them by Stag himself. Erin could not support the number of humans, Garou, and animals. So we
inforced the Impergium to maintain control of the population. We also
encouraged battles between tribes of our Kinfolk. The strong survived
and stregthen our blood. We founded our cearns within sacred groves where
we worshiped Gaia. A few humans learned the lessons of nature even
better than we did. These witchy men and women called themselves Verbena
so they helped us enforce the Impergium. Gaia blessed us and our people.
Blood was spilled to maintain the Impergium, renew the land, and give
magick to the Verbena. We had other allies, the Corax, the children of
Raven shared their kin and we with them. Many heros would choose between
the blood of wolf and the blood of raven. These were the blessed times.
Our allies bound by the strongest tie, by blood. Of all the Garou, the Wyrm feared us the most. We repelled its attacks and protected the land |
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While we repelled many of the Wyrm minions, one
watched us in every attack and plotted a terrible scheme. The Defiler
knew no force could defeat us except ourselves. So the creature turned
our own Kinfolk and their tribes against us. The Defiler created the Fomori, kin to both fey
and garou blood. In the legends, the veins of many heros run with the
blood of both Fomor and Tuatha De Danaan. These warriors had to struggle
to resist the song of the wyrm. When they could resist and choose the
song of Gaia, they stood as an inspiration to all. Some of our best Kin succumbered to the Defiler.
Some who were jealous, some who were imperfect with a weakness, some who
wanted to prove themselves as strong as the Garou, they were easy prey
for the Wyrm. This is why we treat our metis cubs with such cruelty. A
corrupt body holds a weak heart. A weak heart can be twisted to the Wyrm.
Even the Fey ones lost a few of their own to the Defiler. Those who
tried to resist dove deeper into the Wyld, perhaps past the point of no
return. The Fomori wars almost destroyed us. Their
leader, Balor, had a great power that his gaze could kill. Many times we
made treaties of peace and many times they broke their promises. They
even used the dead a fallen to their own purpose reanimating them
against us. This is why we show no mercy to the Wyrm. If our kin becomes
tainted , then kill them for Gaia's sake, so whatever part of their soul
remains pure can return to the Mother before they are lost completely. The Celtic leaders began testing their leaders
and Kinfolk. We distrusted outsiders and made them be tested for any
sign of corruption. One by one the Fomor vanished from our groups. At
the battle feilds we either decapitated the fallen enemy that they could
not rise again. We dragged our fallen away to be deeply buried under
mounds or hidden in the deep bogs where the spirits of the land could
protect them. The Corax spied out the movements of the Fomor and warned
us. We remember their courage. Nuada the king of the land and leader of the de
Danaan, lost his arm in battle, and the people would no longer follow an
imperfect figure. Instead, Breas the beautiful, son of a fomor, became
king. Breas submitted to Balor's demands for tribute and he would have
given him the land if it weren't for Cairbre, Galliard of the tribe
continually speaking against Breas. After a dream, Nuada forged a silver
arm to replace his lost one. Nuada resumed the throne, but Balor took
this time to rebuild his forces and new addition to his troops was the
foul Crom Cruach. Lugh, grandson of Balor, untainted by the Wyrm's
evil, went to great lengths to prove himself to join the ranks of the
halls of Nuada. Nuada had Lugh lead his armies to the final battle of
the Fomori Wars. Nuada faced the dreaded Crom Cruach in single combat.
Although Nuada slew the beast he too was slain. Lugh faced Balor bearing
a Lightening Spear and hurled it with all his strength to the dreaded
eye of Balor. The Spear slew Balor and Lugh claimed the eye as his. He
bathed and cleansed it that now it's power is ours. Balor vanquished and Crom Cruach slain, we
hunted the fomori down and cast their remnants to the sea. But while we
fought the Wyrm, Weaver kept spinning her webs. The land was tor as
Weaver seperated the spirit from the world. The Fey and the Tuatha de
Danaan departed from Gaia saying it was the time of the humans now. But
as they left they swore a promise. 'Though we are both spirits of the Wyld, the
Changelings, and the Changing Breed, our alliance, our friendship, will
never change. We will ever regard you as our cousins and never treat you
differently. The bond of blood between us will remain as eternal and
constant as the land, so long as our stories are told.' We honour this promise. The White Howlers and the Romans The Howlers followed different ways but we lived
mostly in peace. When their songs joined ours, there was never a sound
more beutiful. We defeated the Fomor within Erin, we started our purge
of Albion and the Howlers aided us. The Howlers grew confident in their
abilities to best the Wyrm. But our European cousins warned us of a new
enemy coming. The Romans came to Albion bearing the Wyrm's
Standard. Vampiric centurions, fomori legionaires and the war tactics of
the Weaver decimated all who stood before them. The old magics failed to
stop the Romans from corrupting and changing the land. The Wyrm's
legions left the roads like scars across the face of the Mother. They
built fortresses to ward off the spirits of Gaia. We could not defeat them, and we were pushed
back slowly being decimated. We hid with our kin in our sacred groves
determined to continue the fight. The Howlers fought long and hard
alongside the Picts. They did not give up or retreat, they plunged
within the heart of the darkness and none of them returned. The Howlers
so consumed by their rage and anger, by their hate for the Romans and
the Wyrm. The creatures that came back were distorted and corrupted,
Black Spiral Dancers. A mockery of the White Howlers. The Brotherhood of Herne and the Welsh Fianna
continued the struggle. The Scottish held the highlands from the Romans.
The Romans however won for the most part. Their cities were built, their
roads spread far, their walls divided the conquered from the free. We
might have lost if it wasn't for our allies. Two tribes joined us in
battle against the romans, Black Furies and Get of Fenris. With the
Brotherhood of Herne, the Romans had no hope and we drove them out of
Albion. The Scottish Fianna and more Get joined against the BSD's. The
Get carried the fight into Europe smighting the Romans. We welcomed the Get and their kin into the land.
And they in turn insulted us and took from us by force. Many a battle we
waged against them fighting like two wolves over a bone when word
reached them that there was trouble in their homelands. William the Conqueror came and with them the
Silver Fangs. The Get were beaten out of the lands and they continually
raided as often as they could. The Fianna, well we thought the Fangs
were better than the Romans. But we didn't give in to them by no means.
The Welsh held there lands as the Scottish held the highlands. Of the
British soil, well eventually we saw sense and mingled the bloodlines
with the Fangs. But our
Irish cousins got cocky as much as the Get. They thought their cousins
were weak to submit to the Fangs. Remember that temper of ours, well we
unleashed it onto our cousins in Erin. So before the Silver Fangs
invaded Erin under Henry the second, the Fianna of England infiltrated
Erin and conquered them. Life was peaceful for awhile but some of the
Fianna had visions of trouble and dispair to come. No one heeded them as
Belfast was built. This time was spent on rebellions and
skirmisahes. England versus Scotland, Irsh versus England, Welsh seek in
taking England. England fighting France. Throughout this period Celtic
culture wasn't important to the people anymore. The Fianna still
protected the land and the lore. But the largest threat was Religion.
Religion was seperated by Henry the eigth and through it all Ireland
divided. Slaughter continued. Oliver Cromwell was wyrm ridden and he used the
Religious infighting as his chance to overthrow a weak monarchy, and he
invaded Ireland. He slew children, starved people, incited them with
seeds of hatred. Gaia wept with relief when he died. Some Fianna still
wait for the chance to torture his restless spirit for what he has done. If we thought religion was bad, the Industrial
Revolution was worse. Within Britain trees were felled and whole forests
were lost. We failed as caretakers of the land.The Empire of Britain
spread to many lands and some of our kin sought for the better place.
Others held the Weaver back as long as the Glasswalkers hoping to
control the situation. The Walkers cared little of land and more on
profits. More kin fled after the blights of the Potatoe Famine created
by the Wyrm. In America our kin found aid in the Gnawers who taught them
how to survive. Children of Gaia aided when they could all they could.
The Furies watched out for our mothers, sisters, and daughters. A toast
to them for their aid. But there is only so far you can starve and kick
a dog before it has nothing left to lose and fights back. The
Grandchildren of Fionn led the way to guerilla warfare and destrution.
The Fianna of Britain didn't like it but they knew how bad it was in
Ireland. But the Irish blamed their British cousins and so the conflict
divided us futher. The Fangs and the Children tried for peace. The Fangs
were desperately trying to hold their crumbling empire and were tired of
trying to solve our conflicts. All this came to a halt when the Great
War broke out in Europe. All the seeds of corruption that Wyrm had sown
produced a ready crop of evil. Many Fianna went to the War and fought
the Get down. We even have a few kin heros. But the War stopped our
fights with each other for a breif interlude. Our Irish cousins rose up
as our attention was with the War. They rose and warfare scarred
Ireland. The British pulled out to leave the Irish to their troubles. The Great Depression hit the land but us Fianna
were tough as nails and shrugged it off as another burden. A few Walkers
took some swan dives to the streets in depression. We were tired of
fighting. So when signs and visions of a dark future coming, we ignored
the warnings. If it was the Apocalypse, we were ready to fight our last
fight and give a Goodbye Wyrm Party. Hitler came to power, Stalin held the Soviet
Union. Evil rose like a storm in the east. We readied ourselves, the
Fangs even prepared and sent warnings but we were hit by a huge
surprise. Some of the Get fell in behind Hitler's madness and fight we
did. The Fianna united even the Irish to help the French Resistance and
the refugees of Russia. The Fangs appreciated our aid. The Blitz was the worst to come. We fought claw
to claw against the Black Spirals within the Umbra seeking prey in the
bomb shelters. Against the Wyrm spawn seeking fear and hate in our kin,
and Fomori walked our lands again. Many cearns were destroyed. Finally
the Get turned on their Nazis masters and the tribes fought alongside
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The Fianna have a special relationship with their
Kinfolk. They are more open to them than most tribes. Our Kin are OUR
Family. We defend them as part of our septs, and few kin have joined
packs. The kinfolk are our brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers,
lovers and friends. The Fianna treasure their family and protect them
from anything, be it themselves or be it beings wishing to inflicit
harm. The Fianna share the same
basic beliefs when it comes to reknown. Honour: To the Fianna, honour
is this most important reknown. A Fianna without honour is nothing.
Honour reflects not only the individual, but onto her pack, her Sept,
and her Kin. There are two ways to gain honour in Fianna society. First,
obey the Litany. Second, do good for others, and if someone has done
good for you, return that good twofold. But by the same token, if
someone has done you wrong, you return that wrong twice over. Give all to the land, to your kin, to your pack, and
your Righ or packleader, and make sure when you die all your debts are
paid. If your packmate dishonours another, it is your responsibility to
make it right, just as much as it is his; you are tied to your pack. Glory: Destroy your enemies,
and you will win reknown. The tradition among the tribe is to give the
first part of the kill to the slayer in recognition of his victory.
However it is also honourable for the slayer to offer the first part
back to his Righ or packleader. Sometimes making this offering to one's
love is acceptable. Wisdom: As loremasters to all
Garou, Fianna prize wisdom. Wisdom is memorizing the tales of anicent
heros, learning the Silver Record, knowing your lineage and that of your
packmates, exploring the mysteries of the Umbra. Any we discover new
knowledge of the Fey ones or uncover the truths about the anicent
legends are shown much honour. Fianna have a problem with
their burning passions. When we feel something whatever the cause, it
consumes us. We can not control our passions and frankly we don't want
to. If you start shutting out your feelings, then you lose a bit of
yourself and you lose some wonder of life. Instead, we use humour to
express ourselves without bloodshed. There's nothing sharper than a good
wit. We laugh in the face of danger, and joke in the grip of fear. We
make fun of ourselves when we are depressed and sinking into Harano. If
we lack the patience or will to use wit, praise the Mother for the
Ragabash. Learn to laugh out your feelings. Lupus: Blood means much to our
people, and lupus stock are the most cherished. Unlike other tribes,
there is no rift between homid and Lupus. The wolves have much to teach
their homid brethren including the most anicent of songs and rites locked
in wolf tongue. Homid: Of the homids there are
many and their tales the most numerous. However, the homids duty is to
atone for the crimes of humanity against Gaia. Metis: If a body is corrupt or
twisted, then the same is true of the spirit. A metis may never become
Righ or Tanaiste nor serve on the council of Song. If a metis cub can
survive through all trials, he'll be able to endure the worst
temptations of the Wyrm. Fianna moots are the most
reknowned for their tales, songs, drink, dance, companionship and
warmth. These moots have three basic aspects as no one Fianna moot are
the same. First is to gather all our people and choose our leaders,
settle any grievances, and hear tales old and new. Second to pay our
respects to Gaia and the spirits who have guided us thus far. Mourn
those we have lost. Renew our spirits. Commune with our cousins the Fey.
Finally, we party our hearts to their weariness. We fight too much
against the Wyrm that we need reminding what Life is all about. We
drink, we party, we love, (That is why the kinfolk are always invitied)
But also during our moots we compete for the Chairs of Poetry, Song, and
Stories the highest postion of honour in our Tribe. Many of the other
tribes attend, maybe the fun is to their likeing. Calendar The Council of Songs set the
dates of our great moots according to the changing seasons of the
anicent Celtic calendar. The Changing Seasons Imbolc (Feb 1 - 2) The most
widely and rigidly practiced, Fianna drink faerie brew and travel to the
Umbra, where the Fey show us signs and clues of the year to come. Imbolc
is the change from Winter's cold grip to Spring's rekindling life. Beltane (May 1 - 2) Beltane is
a fertility rite. Fianna build great fires and salute Gaia in all her
glory. The Fey come and dance with Garou around the Beltane fires, it
also time for lovers to meet. Beltane is the change from Spring's
innocent blool into Summer's fiery passion. Lughnassa (August 1 - 2) This
night celebrate Lugh and his victory over the first fomori. A night for
telling tales of glory and time to recover from wounds of the year.
Lughnassa is the change from Summer's lustful dance to Autumn's time of
remembrance. Samhain (Oct 31 - Nov 1) This
night is spent reciting the Silver Record and paying homage to the
spirits of our ancestors. A great feast is held to celebrate life as
well. Samhain is the change from Autumn's harvest of tales to the cold
grip of Winter. Preparing for the new year to come. Solstice / Equinox Spring Equinox: Fianna
celebrate the reawakening of the land. For most Fianna, it is a time of
feasting as the influence of the Wyrm wanes. Summer Solstice: This marks
the peak of faerie magic during the year. This moot is usually a solemn
affair where great rites are performed to aid the septs and packs. Many
elders create fetishes. Autumn Equinox: It is a time
of rest after the harvests of the land. Another time for a party. Winter Solstice: The Fianna gather have have a
festival of light, sometimes with candles, other times with bonfires.
This is the time of poetry and song. Many septs follow the tradition of
calling the Wild Hunt on the first full moon after the Solstice to drive
the Wyrm from the Land. Irish Gaelic: Often the most traditional
language used at moots. Irish Gaelic
is very wide spread in America due to the immigrations. It is
usually the most common. Scottish Gaelic: The Scots take as much pride in
their tongue as much as the Irish in theirs. Welsh Gaelic: The Welsh Fianna have always been
a little distant from their cousins. Their language is very different,
though it springs from the same mother tongue. English: English is the most commonly known
throughout the globe. Although using english in moots loses the
mysterious of said moot. Many elders sometimes cultivate an archaic
style of Anglo-Irish with Gaelic syntax. Supposedly to be more perverse
to the younglings of the tribe. Amharm (Garou Tongue): The Fianna has given the
Garou many words in Garou tongue. More septs use this tongue as a common
tongue amongst the Garou nation. Afterall how can we expect them to
learn Gaelic. Wolf: The anicent of songs are sung in
wolf-tongue and are the most sacred. Few use the Wolf tongue as it is
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Garou shall not mate with Garou: Combat the Wyrm wherever it dwells and wherever
it breeds: Respect the territory of another: Accept an honourable surrender: Submission to those of higher station: The first share of the kill for the greatest in
station: Ye shall not eat of human felsh: Respect those beneath ye- All are of Gaia: The veil shall not be lifted: Do not suffer thy people to tend thy sickness: The leader may be challenged at any time of
during peace: The leader may not be challenged during wartime: Ye shall take no action that causes a caern to
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In all our legends and myths there are cycles:
cycles of life and cycles of death. The Apocalypse is just the end of
one cycle and the beginning of another. Gaia will not die as long as one
Garou can raise a claw in her defense. It is like the death of the Stag.
When the Stag dies, he gives up his blood to renew the world. So, then,
the blood of the Garou who fall in the Final Days will renew the spirit
of the world. The Wyrm cannot destroy us as long as we have
hope in our hearts. The key to surviving the Apocalpyse is to prepare
ourselves and believe in our hearts that we will triumph. This is why we
celebrate life - in revels, dances, and songs - because we know that we
must keep our spirits strong. As our spirits stay strong, so do we
strengthen the spirit of Gaia. When the final hour draws nigh, our fallen ancestors - Garou and Kinfolk - will rise from the land. Lugh, who slew Balor, will return. The banner of King Arthur will fly again. The warriors of legend will join with us at the last battle against the Wyrm. With our ancestors at our side, we cannot fail. We'll all sing and dance over the corpse of the Wyrm. |
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Mother Moon guard my soul,
protect me from the dark. Mother Moon guard my kin,
protect them from the dark, |
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