#w20

[not-a-very-good-dungeon-master]

A funny event that occurred in our chronicle.

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

Dita Von Teese

Wedding (1998)

[jollycryptid]

🐺W20: RAGE ACROSS IRELAND🐺

Portraits of NPCs for my Werewolf The Apocalypses game set in Northern Ireland, because I love this place despite The Horrors™️

[zobralolz]

A bunch of werepeople (and a mage) fumble through the wildwest!

[redratt]

Mary-Anne Bratovich sketch progress shots

took the head out to focus more on her.

Maybe I'm defective Or maybe I'm dumb I'm sorry, so sorry for what I've done Maybe I'm bad natured Or maybe I'm young I'm sorry, so sorry for what I've done

I've waited for this I'm ready for it I've waited for this I'm ready for it

-"sorry", nothing but thieves

[cynophoneus]

WEREWOLF ENJOYERS TAKE MY QUIZ NAOW

A war for the fate of Gaia rages, and you've been drafted since birth. A rage boils within you, and you need people who can teach you how to

[wyrmbringer]

The Dance of the Black Spiral

This is the sacred Rite of Passage of the Black Spiral Dancers, conferred upon Spiral-born cubs following their First Change or upon defectors from other tribes. Regarded as the tribe's most hallowed ritual, it is typically witnessed by all capable Dancers within the Hive. The cub is brought to the Pit's spiritual heart, where the ritemaster meticulously paints an elaborate spiral upon the floor. As the ritemaster labors, the Hive's Galliards recite the ancient tale of the betrayal of the White Howlers by other tribes of the Garou Nation, a narrative that tells of the tribe’s rebirth and dark enlightenment as the Black Spiral Dancers. When the tale concludes, the cub must pass before every member of the Hive; any who oppose the cub’s initiation are permitted to attempt her murder without fear of reprisal.

Assuming the cub reaches the ritemaster unscathed, she is bid to step into the spiral, a symbolic representation of the true Black Spiral Labyrinth. As she traverses its twisting path, Banes arise to challenge, test, and ultimately enlighten her. The spiral seems to swell into dark enormity, and at times she passes in and out of the Umbra. Should she reach its center, she catches a fleeting, stark glimpse of the Wyrm's true visage, a vision so overwhelming it shatters her mind. Her journey continues as she staggers back along the winding path, her soul left torn open and receptive to the Wyrm's dark miracles. In response, the Banes taste her agony and madness, granting their blessings upon her. When she finally emerges, she is recognized as a full-fledged member of the tribe. By custom, the first utterance of a Black Spiral Dancer becomes her tribal name, a collection of seemingly nonsensical syllables. Those few who, with clarity and resolve, bestow upon themselves a name that proclaims mighty deeds are held in esteem as foretellers of future triumphs.

[washington-wilds-wod20]

Washington Wilds: No Longer Human - White Wolf | Storytellers Vault

Washington Wilds: No Longer Human - Rain falls hard when you're by the sea. Emory Forest has lived in the small town of Ilwaco, Washington h

Tumblr ate the last attempt, cool, but we shall try again.

HEY YOU! Yes you! Do you like horror stories? Do you like tales of grief? Do you like Lesbiansism!? If so, then do I have the short story for you, Washington Wilds: No Longer Human! If you're already grabbed, follow the link above, otherwise check out the read more below

The book is Pay What You Want, so feel free to read it for free, although an account may be required? But, if you're a world of darkness fan, or just a fan of urban horror at all, it might be a worthwhile account to make!

Washington Wilds: No Longer Human is a short story set in Ilwaco Washington, and specifically the World of Darkness.

Emory Forest has lived in the small town of Ilwaco her whole life, content with her small world alongside her family. But that family has lost numbers time and time again, and her last thread was just taken from her. But this time, it wasn't the uncaring hand of fate: it was a monster, and she's going to kill it...or die trying.

Enter Euhodia Thetis, a strange investigator with southern charm for days, and the only person who seems to take Emory's monster claims seriously. But does that belief belie a monstrous secret of her own, and can Emory trust the charming yet enigmatic wanderer? More importantly, can she do it before time runs out?

No Longer Human is just the first stop in a longer series based around the Evergreen State in the world of darkness, with more on the way already. If you're a fan of monsters, of struggles against the impossible, of self-discovery in the darkest hours, and the glimmers of hope amidst tragedy, then this is the story for you.

If you've made it this far, an extra request: If you read the story, leave a rating and/or a review on the storytellersvault page! Feedback is my lifeblood and I will cherish it immensely, even if you think it sucks and that I need to improve! (Genuinely even if that's the case I would love it cause I'd hate to think I was hot shit only to be actually awful)