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by Alan guyben Luna’s glory smiles upon you, my cubs. Not her frag-

ments - the gibbous moon, the full moon, the crescent moon. All her beauty smiles upon you.

Only recently did you learn what you truly are. You are Garou. The Uktena are your tribe; you have found your auspice. You will find other Garou strange in many ways. One Garou will always be a mystic. Another will always rage and pounce. W h y is that? you ask. W h y should a Garou be so predictable? Even the tricksters are constant, never failing to use trickery and deception when wise words would serve best.

Look above you. Look at Mother Luna. Each of you were Firsted here, on this sacred site, at the caern you will call home. I see you blink. Do not. With each flutter of your eyes, she appears differently. Simply cast your gaze steadily, and you will see beyond the different masks she wears and see LUM, more beautiful than any one fragment could be. The auspices are just that: fragments of a whole. Only on this site will all the fragments be joined as one.

This is the Caern of the One Moon, and you are the first generation of Garou to have been born under her blessing. Great gifts will be given to you, Gifts other Garou will never understand. You should not tempt them to try. Indeed, even the location of this place must be kept secret. Other tribes have unwittingly betrayed our secrets in the past. Suffice it to say that they call this caern an “enigma”: a place of paradox, with mysteries only the Uktena under- stand.

The first of my two tales tells of how this caern was discovered 20 years ago by an Uktena called Breathes-in- the-Desert. It tells of our first victory over the Black Spiral Dancers. The second tale tells of how the caern was opened. The battle for the caern was lost until we played our terrible

joke on the enemy, making the winners the losers and the losers the winners.

How was our caem discovered? Breathes-in-the-Desert had stolen an evil fetish from the Dancers. It was a simple theater spotlight with a rotating hood. Inside was its source of power, a captured moonbeam. The hood could be drawn in front of the moonbeam. If the hood was half drawn, the light could be shone on a Philodox, and her Gifts could be doubled, regardless of Luna’s aspect. Even for a Ragabash, if the spotlight was on, but hooded, the powers of the Ragabash would be increased. The hood would only alter the aspect - Luna’s power was still contained.

The Black Spiral Dancers were furious. They pursued Breathes-in-the-Desert across the earth, drooling for his flesh. The Uktena’s pack spread across the land, spreading false signs and travelling in disguise. The Dancers were confused. They hunted everywhere, but found them no- where.

At last Breathes-in-the-Desert stopped. He’d come to a place far from the humans and their Wyrm-infested cities. It was high on the plateau, shielded from the winds by surrounding hills. The ground was cold and rocky, but Breathes-in-the-Desert was tired. Luna smiled down to him, so he slept, and he dreamt of his mistress in the sky.

As he dreamed, Luna lifted him to her breast. They became lovers.

For a month, they were inseparable, always embracing or walking hand in hand. Eating and sleeping, loving and working, strolling in the darkest gardens and sitting by firelight for hours and hours.

One night they stood at a precipice, gazing across the dark ocean. Luna lifted the stage light and shone it upon herself. Slowly, she rotated the hood, turning her auspice from full to half to dark and back again. Breathes-in-the- Desert looked into her face and thought back to their

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month together, when she was arbitrary and just, mysteri- ous and open, full of mischief and deadly serious. The hood moved faster and faster and faster, and the face of Luna changed faster and faster and faster until she was one being- not Luna the full moon or Luna the half-moon or anything other than Luna, a single being, contradictory and complete.

The stage light faded. Luna turned to Breathes-in-the- Desert . She let the light slip from her fingers, and it fell to the depths below.

“I love you,” said Luna, speaking the words with every- thing in her. “I love all Garou.”

Then Breathes-in-the-Desert awoke. Luna shone above him, smiling to him. Had a month passed? Or only a night? Dawn was near, and the sun was lifting his head slowly from the east.

Howling came from the west. Torturous sounds were summoned from black lungs and poisoned throats.

The sounds were made by Black Spiral Dancers. Three of them descended upon Breathes-in-the-Desert. They saw the amulets he wore and laughed, for he was only aTheurge. They knew he would be a dangerous foe if he was prepared, but a Theurge has no hope against an ambush of three Ahroun hunters. They leapt quickly to stop him from evoking a charm.

Breathes-in-the-Desert ducked; the first Dancer’s claws scraped his back. Breathes-in-the-Desert then lifted his finger and with just a touch, his enemy went sprawling into the others.

The Dancers scrambled free, confused, and Breathes-in- the-Desert used their moment of surprise to scrape his claws on a rock beneath his feet.

“You will never see her fullness!” he howled. The Garou leapt, raking a Dancer and tearing her chest apart. Polluted blood sprayed into the dawn sun.

The other Garou looked into the sun and were blinded, but only for a moment. Their eyes filled with milky fluid, and Breathes-in-the-Desert had vanished. Then one Dancer felt the muscles of his back sliced apart from razor-sharp claws. His neck was crushed in the Uktena’s jaws. Breathes- in-the-Desert kicked the filthy corpse away and spat at the last Dancer.

The Dancer cowered, shaking in fear. “Who are you, who has the powers of all aspects?” Her voice quavered at the sight of Breathes-in-the-Desert .

“There are things you will never know, Ak-Gah!” he replied. He could sense the Dancer’s name written upon her poisoned heart, and the Dancer was frightened even more. The re are things you know now that you will soon forget!”

Breathes-in-the-Desert clasped his fetish-a bag of dust from the bones of man and wolf- and pointed at Ak-Gah. She quivered more, and sunk to all fours. Her eyes grew dull. She became wiser than she’d ever been before as she turned fully into an animal. That much is clear, for she

turned and ran into the wilderness, and simply ate and slept and hunted as a beast for the rest of her life. Breathes-in- the-Desert returned to the plateau, and he knew it would be his home.

We are now sitting by that plateau. That was how this caern was discovered. Breathes-in-the-Desert is godfather to every one of you. When he looked across the desert after the fray, he knew that a caern had to be formed to show Luna in all her glory. He was filled with love for Luna.

The spotlight, however, was empty. Luna had taken back what was hers.

Quickly, he called to the brothers of his tribe, and they carried the bodies of the dead Dancers to a place far away. They left the useless fetish in the dead Garou’s clutches for their tribe to find.

We won that battle. We won with bravery, trickery and secrets no tribe can hide as Uktena do. But the true battle was yet to come. While the caern had been found, it had still to be opened. And during the opening, the Umbra rippled and shook, and even we have difficulty hiding in the shadows.

Attend the tale of Anhai, the metis. Anhai seemed normal, even attractive, although her

throat appeared scarred. She could sing more beautifully than any in the pack. Across the plains, her voices - yes, voices -sang sweetly. She could charm violent creatures and draw them to her hand. Her voices were truly beautiful, but once you saw her, the sight was almost too terrible to bear. She had a second mouth torn in her throat. It sang sad, beautiful songs, but to see that gaping red hole where only fur should be was too much.

She rarely sang, and only then in the mountains, far away from the others. “I’ll bet the Black Spiral Dancers would appreciate me,” she would joke half-heartedly. The others would say nothing.

One evening, Breathes-in-the-Desert returned the pack and told of what he had dreamed. He told his pack about the caern they must open. He kept the caern’s location secret to a very few, but Anhai was not foolish. Perhaps she guessed the secret.

That night, Anhai left the pack. That betrayal at such a moment must have given the elders a fright, yet the plans for the caern went ahead without change. Surely, Breathes- in-the-Desert must have known of this, and certainly he had spoken to Anhai before she left. We will never know for sure.

Did Anhai betray our sept? Perhaps there were moments over the next months when she truly felt herself to be a Black Spiral Dancer. Certainly she danced the Black Spiral itself, and there she would lose much of her self and her mind.

On the night of the ceremony, all was ready. The Uktena packs spread across Gaia, walking in processions from site to site. They left Garou at eachplace, chanting and praying, to confuse the Black Spiral spies as to where the caern’s

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fortunate she died giving birth; she might have affected your clan standing.”

“Have you come home, Anhai?” “I will never come home, father. There is no caern here.

“But our sept will have a home,” said Breathes-in-the-

“You will never see it, father. Nor will I.” She pounced. Breathes-in-the-Desert gave no resistance

to his daughter’s attack. She slashed his throat and tore his

Just old men chanting nursery rhymes.”

Desert . “They are opening the caern now, miles away.”

location truly was. Breathes-in-the-Desert, cloaked in dis- guise, finally paused at a barren spot in the mountains and motioned to his Garou to prepare for the ceremony. Breathes-in-the-Desert and five elders sat in a circle and began to chant. The others spread out to guard them.

Before they even began, the surrounding wilderness came alive with the howls of the Black Spiral Dancers. A hundred or more surrounded them, followed by their Banes and fetishes. Breathes-in-the-Desert cocked his ears and smiled grimly. Anhai’s voices were still beautiful, even in the terrible din.

The army of the Wyrm attacked. Bounding from the darkness, the Dancers charged madly, gleefully swinging their claws to and fro. Occasionally a few would attack their own compatriots, or blunder past a quiet Uktena who would attack from behind.

The first wave was pushed back. Although there were nearly three Black Spirals to one Uktena, they turned their tails and fled as the elders chanted on.

Anhai sang once more. It was no longer a steady, sad song, or even a strong, warlike song that she would keen when singing to the Uktena. This song was of the Dancers. I t wavered maniacally. Her voices laced into impossible patterns of madness and glory. The Black Spiral Dancers once more broke into a frenzy, and the Uktena guards were struck dumb with fear. They charged once more, but this time the Dancers were not filled with glee. They were consumed by rage as they tore apart the frightened guards. They reached the inner circle.

“Stop!” commanded Anhai, and the Black Spiral Danc- ers paused and drooled. They circled. Some chewed upon the dead flesh of friend and foe alike.

“You look well, Anhai,” said Breathes-in-the-Desert . “You no longer try to hide your gift.”

She sneered. “You too, father. I told my friends all about you - and about my dear departed mother. You were

head from his body. She crouched over his fallen body . “Come, my sisters!

This is your victory!” Anhai laughed and tossed her father’s head in the air. It fell down in the dust. “Look! There is no caern here. The true caern has been opened, and it will never open to you!” She laughed again, nearly falling in stupor. “This great battle over a stretch of nothing. All your glory was for nothing. The jesters will sing of this for a hundred years! I will never be part of a tribe so foolish!” Tears were streaming from her eyes. “I am Uktena! You believed me when I said that the only one who could open this caern was the one who discovered it. Ha! Anyone can do it! W h y don’t we try right now? Chant the magic words! - ‘Ohwa - taygoo -’ “

They leapt upon her. Every Black Spiral Dancer left living pounced and tore her to pieces. They tore the pieces to pieces, and when there were no more pieces, they tore at each other. Their hopeful Hive was now a ruin.

The few Uktena left quietly disappeared. They returned to their pack, now a newly formed sept. They gathered around the caern, this caern, where you pups were born fifteen years ago.

You are the first brood of pups to be born in the full sight and blessing of Luna. Do not waste your Gifts, children, for you are blessed, part of a special breed that can accomplish much. You are Uktena. You are Garou.

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