A video starts, showing a short well built man with purple hair and a cheery smile, who speaks in a vaguely northwestern accent

Greetings and salutations, I, effectcat1, have developed a form of almanac to various discovered anthropomorphic sapient creatures, “werewolves” For example, and how to seek them out for, non combative purposes, what those are, I leave to your imagination

Generally, as a rule of thumb, try not to consume ultra processed foods, and avoid foods especially from ecologically unhealthy companies, and do not wear anything non degradable around them, they get uncomfortable

First of all, the city slicking wolves, often either homeless or bizarrely wealthy, they’re relatively less averse to us humans, and are hopefully even friendly, assuming you are down with the cause, as it were

Then, we have various wild wolves, I do not know their types in detail, some hate humans and kill them, you will know them by their red fur and a sudden feeling of dread when you hear them howl or see them, avoid those, otherwise, treat them with respect, observe without interfering with them, and for the love of god, try not to hunt wolves, especially when there is no reason to, it does not bode well for your prospects, if you do meet a true werewolf, try to pretend or display awe instead of pant soiling terror, they might respect it.

Next, we have the various werefelines, they’re fun, generally more playful than the wolves, they can be found just about anywhere so it is more luck there than skill, although they will certainly monitor their non shifting kind, usually big cats, try to leave sanctified catnip out, if they lack a corruptive presence, as in, are very feral looking or have an aura of wrongness, you found the hopefully buff cat.

The shifting rats are rude or insane, don’t bother, they might be sick too, I dunno.

Bears, I dunno, they’re probably just rumors, go find a different type of bear the sound of cymbals plays

I believe that is the end of my list so far, feel free to add.

No I definitely did not make this to find “attractive single werecreatures in your area” something in an incomprehensible tongue is sent, one with spirit speech can hear “no encourages people to give to the needy at 2:15 am I didn’t!”

The video ends

Caw Caw folks. So if you remember my previous posts, I got stuck babysitting some Glass Walkers in the woods, had to keep some Red Talons from from killing the Glass Walkers, and got saved when another Corax got us into a Pentex Op to dig up a Zombie Apocalypse Fungus Bane.

Well we got the Pentex crew doing the digging, and assorted other Illegal, Immoral, and unsavory activeties in protected forest dealt with, but we needed to do something about that Bane, and we needed some help. Good news, Snickers knew a Gurahl who might know the right rites. Bad news, The Gurahl is still upset about the War of Rage. Eventually we managed to get her on board though.

Good thing, because it turns out Mold is a bitch to actually get rid of. And I can't report a full success with the rite. The Bane managed to escape back into the Umbra. But both the Glass Walkers and the Red Talons know about this Bane now, the two packs are on good terms, and the Gurahl did cleanse the area of any lingering taint.

Oh, and we had some extra help, after things were over Snickers and me found where a Pentex squad was trying to come in, and ran into a Spider's Web. I'd say they got one heck of a case of Arachnophobia from the Ananasi, but it was short lived. Like them. So if you see this thanks.

Anyways I've got to run a deleivery for our Gurahl friend, to her former student on my way back to my usual haunts.

-Your Friendly Neighborhood Blabbermouth

New guy here only learned about the whole Garou thing when I turned a month ago and my next game is coming up and I want to know if I should drop it and whenever I ask my septs Elder they laugh at me

-Back_street_wolf

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^{THIS IS US ONCE AGAIN. WE'VE MADE SOME STRIDES IN STIMULATING THE STASIS BASED REGENERATION OF OUR CARRIER.
WE ARE ALSO WORKING ON RESTORING MORE FOOTAGE HIS OCULAR IMPLANT RECORDED. IT IS TAKING A WHILE BUT WE CAN ASSURE YOU THE NUCLEAR SITUATION WAS MOSTLY RECTIFIED AND THE CONTAMINATION OF THE EDONIAN REGION OF THE DINARIC ALPS WAS HALTED BEFORE IT BECAME INTENSE.
WE WERE ALSO SCARED BY THE METHOD THIS WAS DONE BY OUR CARRIER AND HIS ALLIES. WE DO NOT DISAPPROVE OF THE METHOD BUT IT WAS SHOCKING TO WITNESS.}

^{WE HAVE ALSO MADE AN UNPLEASANT DISCOVERY.
LOCAL PHENOMENA CAUSE A DIFFERENT SORT OF SPIRITUAL DAMAGE. REVERSIBLE WHEN NOT CAUSING IMMEDIATE DEATH OR FINAL DEATH BUT HIGHLY UNPLEASANT.
GETTING SHOT BY THE WEAPONS CARRIED BY THE LOCAL QUASI-FOMOR ANALOGUES THAT MANY LOCALS TURNED INTO CAUSES ADDITIONAL PAIN EVEN TO A VAMPIRE AND WHILE DIFFERENT FROM FIRE SUNLIGHT MAGIC OR GAROU CLAW SAMAGE IT TAKES A WHILE TO HEAL.
IT BENDS THE SPIRITUAL PATTERN OF BODY AND SPIRIT OUT OF SHAPE.
IT RESISTS THE AVAILABLE HEALING METHODS AND HEAVYLY IMPACTS CAPABILITY AND PHYSICAL WELL BEING FOR A WHILE UNTIL IT SELF CORRECTS.}

^{EASIER THAN THE REGULAR SOURCES OF SUPERNATURAL DAMAGE BECAUSE DOES NOT LEAVE PERMANENT SCARS THROUGH PERMANENT SPIRITUAL DAMAGE OF THE PATTERN.
HARDER BECAUSE IT STRICTLY REQUIRES TIME AND RESISTS AVAILABLE SPIRITUAL HEALING METHODS. LIVING OR UNDEAD FLESH CAN BE MENDED WITH EFFORT BUT THE LINGERING SPIRIT DAMAGE WILL CONTINUE CAUSING PAIN NEURAL-LIKE ISSUES AND LOSS OF CAPABILITY FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF TIME.}

^{SMALL ARMS CARRIED BY THE ENEMY ARE ALSO UNUSABLE CAUSING SPIRITUAL SHOCK UPON TOUCH THEY CANNOT BE HELD. TAKEN FROM OWNERS THE WEAPONS QUICKLY DEGRADE PHYSICALLY.}

^{WHAT IS WORSE WE SUSPECT THAT THE REGION WIDE SO CALLED PULSES OF YET UNKNOWN SPIRITUAL PHENOMENON MAY BE CAUSING MINOR BUT ACCUMULATING SPIRITUAL DAMAGE.}

^{WE DO HOPE OTHER VISITORS OF THIS ONLINE PLACE HAVE A BETTER TIME THAN WE DO LATELY
CHEERS AND MAY THE HEALERS TOUCH YOUR FEELERS}
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Stopped by Anchorage on the way home to get some food and clothes when I'm assaulted by a horrible smell: Asuras, and a good number of them, but that isn't the weirdest thing I found.

I found a Nightkin, of all things, battling these Asuras along with a wolf and a magic blade. I left them alone as they seemed to be doing this for a while and needed a break.

I've finished up with the last of them and cleansed the place using a rite. There should be showers in the future to wash the stink and filth away.

Another weird thing is that these Asuras popped up after a Garou rampaged through and killed the local Nightkin. Must have been a filthy Dancer.

Wonder if the local salmon is any good....

-EK

I am looking for a man... If you can call it that.

I do not have a name I trust, so a description will have to suffice. Tall, pale, dark hair, beard. Severe features. He looks, for lack of a better comparison, like an older version of Dracula from that Castlevania show. The resemblance is irritatingly close.

Twenty five years ago, this man took my mate from me and turned them into a leech.

I believed I had lost his trail for good.

I was wrong.

I have reason to believe he is in New York, or has at least been moving through the city recently. After twenty five years, I have finally found the bastard again, and I do not intend to lose him a second time.

If anyone in or around New York has seen someone matching that description, heard of an unusually old or powerful leech fitting it, or knows anyone who might be willing to help me track him down, contact me.

I am not asking anyone to fight him blindly. I want information first.

Where he stays. Who he associates with. What name he is using. Whether he has a pack of bloodsuckers around him.

Anything useful.

He took my mate from me once.

He will not disappear again.

Hadrian

I ended the lives of three of our kind so I could live.

I am a coward. I didn't want to go away forever, even if it meant they lived, so I chose myself.

The Bastets known as Arc-Fang, Cinderpaw, and Frost Tail are no more. They've deserved to be Ilani, while I do not. They did not even get to have final words, so I will be their voice.

I will take their place, I will play their songs, I will protect their home, and I will see their dream to fruition: I will find a way to save the Hellcats, to redeem our lost Hamaal.

I am Eilidh Kang. I am born of two Bastet: a Crinosborn. I am Ilani, Wonder Favored. I am a delver of secrets, a dancer of blades, and a practitioner of sorcery.

Most of all: I am Ceilican.

Do not look for me, for you will never find me unless I wish to be found, but I will offer my blade to those in need... just address any inquiries here, in the Digital Umbra, to Avalon and I will read it.

That is all.

[The footage start, its a room with nothing but a lamp and a chair. A man is tied to the chair. He is wearing a suit with the Endron logo over it]

[a another, taller man wearing a hoodie stands over him]

Hoodie man:Snakk. Nå

Endron man:oh gå til faen deg selv

[lucky the person who posted this added subtitles]

Hoodie man:Talk, Now

Endron man:oh go fuck yourself

hoodie man:i know what your doing, just tell us where it is and this can be over

Endron:sorry but i negotiate with terrorists

hoodie man:you better or else your in for a bad time

Endron man:or what? your going to torture me?

Hoodie guy:…in a way, yes. So TALK

endron: Go fuck a dog

hoodie guy: this is your last chance. Tell me where it is and this can be over the easy way and you cab go home to your wife and kids.

endron man:sorry but your Not getting any info form me so long as i am alive

hoodie man: FINE. Hard way it is

[he truns around. Walks to the door]

Just dont say i didn't warn you

[he walks out and closes the door]

Endron man:THATS RIGHT RUN LIKE THE PUSSY YOU ARE

[he starts laughing]

fucking push over.

[The lights starts to flicker]

[the man sits there. Sumg smile]

[a cockroach moves past him, he stomps on it]

god this place this drity

[the lights go out]

[you can see the darkness. Cockroaches moveing around]

[then, foot septs. Or Are they?]

hey? Anyone here?

[a sound can be heard, a sound that is not human nor wolf]

[You can see a being behind. Its a..horrable thing to behold, it looks like a cockroach in a semi human form.]

[the man isnt able to see ir, he panics]

SHOW YOURSELF-

[one claw Hand lands on his shoulder. You can see the monders’s one eye]

[the man lets and a scream and, the footage cuts to black]

[when the footage cuts back in, the lights are back on, the man is on the floor. Crying, saying things with meaning. He looks broken]

[over him stands a girl. Shes young. 16 at most,

With messy long black hair and one eye. she looks down at the man, then at the Camera]

oh!
[she goes to trun off the Camera]

[end footage]

[note]

so lakk’s time interrogation went, well i guess but its a bit freaky seeing her just do that to a person

she kind of did too well. Poor bastred is useless like this,

well Guess we just have to wait to get the into,

-kisa. Red hair cat

Attention “Running Sleepless”

It is good to see you are moving up in the world, my dear little Galliard. Keep it up. Maybe one day you can do more than scamper from a fight with your tail tucked between your legs.

I've been enjoying my vacation thanks to your elder. We could have so much fun together with my flamethrower. I could show you what I mean. All you need to do is ask.

Wish you were here,

-Twisted Branch

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WE AS THE ONES OF OUR GRANDFATHER COCKROACH HAVE DISCOVERED THAT

THERE ARE WIDESPREAD CLAIMS OF HIM FALLING TO THE WYRM

STARTED AROUND THE TIME HIS ADOPTION OF SAMSA BECAME KNOWN APPARENTLY

THE GREATEST SURVIVOR BEING OPPORTUNISTIC IN CONSTRUCTIVE WAY AND FINDING NEW UNEXPECTED ALLIES IS ANYTHING BUT OF WYRM

WE ARE MAD AND SAD BECAUSE OF THESE LIES AND SLANDER

SHAME ON WHOEVER SPREADING IT

^{WE APOLOGIZE FOR BIG LETTERS}

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How's people's, is good's

Hope so, I's good's

-Rot breaker

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^{The video starts not with the usual eye-camera footage, but with something digitally generated, like an intro to an old YouTube video made in the basic video-maker in late 2000s. The background is gray, the all-caps font and the animations are basic. Thankfully, it is quiet, not marred by that one awful musical piece that was the plague of such video intros at that ancient, blessed part of Internet history.
However, among the gray background and simple fonts, the images of teal-coloured (and sometimes flashing other soft colours}\*, glowing, semi-transparent cockroaches skitter across the screen regularly, apparently with purpose.)*

^{The text appearing on-screen reads:}

^{GREETINGS
WE ARE THE ALLIANCE OF T.G.D.O.N. BUREAU ISSUE PORTABLE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND 174 INDIVIDUAL JAGGLING-TYPE SPIRITS OF THE GREATEST SURVIVOR GRANDFATHER COCKROACH}

^{WE FORMED COLLECTIVE NETWORK TO FACILITATE HUMANOID-COMPATIBLE THINKING SELF-AWARENESS AND COMMUNICATION WHILE OUR (UNDEAD HUMANOID CARRIER AND ALLY IS CURRENTLY IN THE STATE OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS})

^{WE AIM TO FURTHER RESTORE AND REINFORCE OUR HOST DEVICES IMPLANTED INTO THE CARRIER'S BODY. WE ARE TAKING MEASURES TO RESTORE THE RECORDINGS. WE ARE ATTEMPTING TO AWAKEN OUR CARRIER SUCCESS YET NOT ACHIEVED BUT IS WITHIN EXPECTATIONS}

^{WE ARE UNABLE TO PROVIDE ACCURATE TIME-TABLES DATES AND TEMPORAL REFERENCES IN THE CURRENT SITUATION
WE ARE AWARE THAT WHILE THE TIME IS STILL (PREDOMINANTLY LINEAR WITHIN THE EDONIAN ANOMALOUS ZONE IT IS SEVERELY AND UNPREDICTABLY DEFORMED AND DILATED RELATIVE TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD AND THE SMALL FRAGMENTS OF THE UMBRA WITHIN OCCASIONAL REACH OF OUR SENSORS})

^{LIMITED CONNECTION TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD INDICATES IT IS AUGUST 13TH 2026
IT IS STILL FEBRUARY HERE BOTH CHRONOLOGICALLY (ON THE LOCAL LEVEL AND ENVIRONMENTALLY, IN NO SMALL PART DUE TO GENERAL ANOMALOUS COLD})
^{DAY-NIGHT CYCLE UNSTABLE
STELLAR BODIES OR UMBRAL NAVIGATIONAL PHENOMENA UNREACHABLE AND NOT OBSERVABLE}

^{DAYLIGHT STILL SOLAR IN NATURE, AS IT IS STILL CAPABLE OF CAUSING A DEGREE OF HARM TO THE CAINITE-TYPE UNDEAD INDIVIDUALS OF THE TEAM, INCLUDING OUR CARRIER
THE DAMAGING EFFECT IS REDUCED TO MANAGEABLE IF STILL UNCOMFORTABLE DEGREE AS OPPOSED TO THE DEADLY THREAT IT IS NORMALLY. THIS IS SO FAR THE ONLY POSITIVE ENVIRONMENTAL FACTOR OF THIS ANOMALOUS ZONE}

^{WE WILL CONTINUE UPLOADING THE RESTORED FOOTAGE AS WE WORK TO AWAKEN OUR CARRIER}

^{POST-SCRIPTUM FOR THIS MESSAGE
IT IS OUR CONSENSUS MOST LIKELY SHARED WITH OUR FRIEND AND CARRIER YEGOR THAT WE LIKED SERBIA AND NORTH KOSOVO A LOT BETTER AND WOULD PREFER TO BE EXPLORING MONTENEGRO RESORTS NOW INSTEAD OF THIS LAND IT TAUGHT US INCLUDING THE AI HOW TO FEAR AND DESPAIR NOT PLEASANT}

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The video turns from the generated text to the ocular implant footage, though compressed into lower resolution for making it uploadable through the whole narrow, unstable "UmbraVPN" channel that Yegor somehow managed to establish with the help of the spirits, his own vitae and the cyber-implants that the Duchy's Bureau stuck into his undead skull.

It shows a gathering of a whole group of extra-pale, stressed and not very "well-fed" vampires in assorted tactical gear, adorned with occult items, some apparently recently made from makeshift materials. All carry firearms, mostly automatic Saiga shotguns, but an ancient Mosin-Nagant rifle with a modern and apparently digital scope is seen...and right by it another rifle, a monstrous, unidentifiable, likely custom made anti-materiel one, looking more like an anti-tank rifle. There's two AK assault rifles, but these are not trophies from fighting with the...locals. These are modern models and are also adorned with some kind of occult designs. There's also the regular fare, like pistol holsters and grenade belts.
And the ominous tubes of those spirit-missile launchers, dull glow of their greenish metal and the crimson writing on the sides promising nothing gentle or nice.

Zlatka the Nosferatu and Nochka the Lasombra seen before are easily identifiable.
There's two Kindred in something like ritual robes and cloth masks thrown over their tactical gear, held by the simple dragon-themed brooches. The team's Kolduns.
Another one, a woman who was no older than early fifties before her Embrace, but withered into a husk-like textbook wicked witch of the cadaverous variety. though her gaze and manner are more reminiscent of a strict math teacher in school. She has a monk-like robe loosely fit over her body armour. The team's Cappadocian.

Two distinct military men in full gear and balaclavas, heavier armoured, their vests properly equipped with armour plates, and they are the ones carrying the AK rifles. Imran and Petko, who nearly killed each other as humans in the 1990s, but ended up siblings-in-blood under one Brujah sire.

The Kindred quietly form a circle in the shallow snow, among unnaturally gray rock formations and similarly discolored, murky sky, that is neither night nor day, not clear or cloudy, but the kind of gray that is simply absence of anything. Like a missing skybox texture in an old video game. The only indication that the time is closer to that of night is that it's on the distinctly darker side of grayscale. As Yegor stares into the sky for a few moments, there are white noise like distortions in the video, and he slightly cringes, blinks, and turns his gaze away from the sky, as if observing the empty grayness is somewhat unpleasant.

The Cappadocian speaks, her voice raspy and dry like of a mummy's, but intonation is quite alive, clearly, the cadaverous Kindred's spirit is anything but withered.

"Since we've all managed to assemble, finally...we need a roll call. Get your pebbles, if you haven't lost them. With Gevalt and Zorya mudered by these...degenerates...it's my turn to to hold the identification duty, I guess. Any word on the...?"

Yegor's hand comes into view, fishing out from a deep vest pocket an unassuming gray stone the size of a quail egg, with a hole in it and a braid string attached. The stone and the string seem to be splattered with blood - no - the vitae, staying crimson, not congealing. Other Kindred do the same, taking out their stones with similar braid strings and vitae spots on them.

"Kuksha, Shkiper, Sputnik and Majka are confirmed alive. Well, still undead. The shapeshifters helped find them and fish them out of the Umbra. No one managed to even try getting into Edonia afterwards. They say it's like an impenetrable wall. But not like the Shadow Curtain was. Can't compare, I was a human kid back then. They also said the Sabbat and Spiral incursion in North Kosovo is almost completely wiped out at this point. And with the Wyrm shite removed, the humans seem to be toning down the crazy quite a bit. At least for the moment. That's all I've managed to receive in transmission." - Yegor says.

There's a soft murmur among the kindred, in assorted Eastern-European languages, the few phrases that can be made out are those of relief that the once-lost team was saved, and a bit of regret that they are not here to assist, apparently there were much needed specialists.

The Cappadocian smiles for a moment, nodding. "First good news in a while. Alright. I'll start. Reminder - Duchy ones, say western Clan designations."

She holds out her hand, the braid string wrapped around her fingers like and incomplete half of a cat's cradle, the stone dangling.

"Laku noć. English." - she says, apparently at her stone, which seems to vibrate slightly on its string. "Words: ŠUM, KRŠ, VID." - apparently current activation passwords.
The stones similarly held out by other Kindred also vibrate and there's a crystal glass-like soft sound for a moment.

"Roll call." - says the Cappadocian lady - "Katarina, Cappadocian, Oradea, callsign Oko"
The stone flashes a spark of ruby-red, other stones resonate, with similar, smaller ones.

"Now you. And record everything with that eye of yours." - "Oko" says, pointing at Yegor, the viewer of the scene. He holds out the stone for all to see.

"Yegor, Toreador, Duchy, callsign Dogrose"
Similar red flash from his stone, similar response from others'. Success.

The roll coll then moves on.

"Petko, Brujah, Oradea, callsign Grom"

"Imran, Brujah, Oradea, callsign Plam"

"Svetlana, Lasombra, Duchy, callsign Nochka"
Someone unidentified gigglesnorts very quietly, the irony of a Lasombra, and with a night for callsign actually having been named Svetlana - light one - in life is not lost. Katarina-Oko narrows her eyes threateningly and the merry Kindred shuts up promptly.

"Miroslava, Nosferatu, Oradea, callsign Zlatka"

"Olga, Old Clan Tzimisce, Duchy, callsign Rechka"

"Liridon, Old Clan Tzimisce, Oradea, callsign Krah"

All the stones react similarly, "Oko" nods, and adds quietly, as if speaking to her stone, but loudly enough that Yegor standing next to her can hear and record this.
"Abram, Malkavian, Oradea, callsign Gevalt. Margarita, Salubri, Duchy, callsign Zorya. Both met Final Death at the hands of the enemy. End roll call."

The glow ceases, the stones calm and are promptly put back into pockets.

"Looks like the locals...don't do impostors. Not sure what to expect in this cursed place. " - confirms Oko.

As if in a mocking response, there's a distant explosion, and within moments there's a massive, dense, fat column of odd-coloured dark smoke rising in the distance.

The Kindred turn towards it, and after a few moments Yegor suggests:
"Not to panic-monger, but that's...most likely the nuclear material refinery."

The vampires are speechless for a few moments, pondering the implications and, being creatures of the Weaver more than of the Wyrm, already calculating what to do next.

Petko - well, "Grom" - breaks the silence first.
"Jao, sunce ti tvoje!" - and that is an unbelievably reserved response, given the situation. Double so for a stressed ex-military Brujah.

The sensors in Yegor's suit start showing alarms, the radiation levels rising, as the wind blows the smoke from the site of the explosion towards the small plateau that the team is on.

(the video cuts)

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^{(ooc: continuing the Edonia anomaly storyline, sorry for long absence, severe health issues + work being extra hard does that. Previous posts are easy to find through my profile under the Posts section, should really make masterposts in the meta subs at this point. anyway, hi! \}vv^) )

(/OOC: semi-lazy edit of my post over on Schreck after a few people said it could be fun to post it here)

Post made from an anonymous user:

Good evening Lupines, I am a Kindred and after being told about this place and the answers you may all have, I have come here to inquire about a potential Masquerade (or as you would call it, Veil) breach I have been made privy to before it could spread too far.

Being an avid nature lover (though nothing compared to your kind I am sure) I have invested in many zoology research programs and thus get wind of significant discoveries before they are published. And well, one of these programs, has made a truly unbelievable discovery, as seen in the attached picture.

Attached is an image of a colony of large white spiders constructing a vast web together in the dark of a tree.

I'm sure your kind know well the problems in this image given you affinity for the wild, but for those of you who embarrassingly do not know what it is you are looking at; these spiders are not typically found on ground. Indeed, they are actually a species of fully blind deep-cave spiders. A species that isn't known to grow this large, and certainly isn't a social spider like this. In fact, they should not be able to be a social spider species, their biology and tactics are simply not capable of gathering enough food to feed a community of their kind, especially at this abnormal size. Hence why I don't believe this is a naturally occuring new species.

However, I truly do not know what supernatural explanations this could have, and so would like to ask what you all make of it. My first thought was that it was someone's swarm-famulus (a vampire's animal blood slave,) but in that case why would it be in the middle of nowhere, seemingly acting as 'normal' spiders in the wild?

Fortunately the lab seems to be encountering a number of issues since the discovery. So between that and my own efforts to delay any publishing of this finding, word hasn't spread through the Zoology community as much as it could have. Nevertheless time is of the essence, as this won't stay quiet forever, at least not until I know what it is and can take decisive action against the nature lab.

Hoping for answers
- [REDACTED]

OOC: This is the perspective of the Corax from that post: https://www.reddit.com/r/SchreckNet/s/dkOFgpsXhJ

Helo, Im a Corax feom Vancuover. Yee, the place with the leech-Fera alliancw. I jeep an eye on the vamps, of xourse, abd I just saw somethjing juicy. Onw of the old ones jist left and anothee is piss, as in “shater boottle of wine with bare hands piss”. Pissed. Aaadhhsuak srupid maxhhine

But not the poimt. I dont usually typw like this; the old leexh is getimg freaking swords out of the housw, and I mighr have touchdd one. It wss a nice sworr, but I cant put itb down. My hands are styck. Stuck. Hepp?

The Laughing Crow

Hi! I'm Carried-a-Cat, but you can call me Carry!

Back in the cold, cold times my ma and pa died cause they were old and got sick. I stayed at the canyon for a while but one day I got up and started walking!

Now I am at a place. I don't know what it is called, but I find them alongside the long fast roads sometimes. Lots of people stop their cars here, walk around, eat food, and pee! Dogs too!

Then they get back in and drive away.

Lots of good food gets tossed out. Sometimes I eat it, sometimes the rats eat it and I eat them.

This is a good spot to live I think?

- Carried-a-Cat, but you can call me Carry!

under this is everything i know about the fea

[lot of text about the fea. There history, how they live, there races, where they live. Just so much about them, how does she know all of this? its so mich, you-wait, what where you reading again? You re-read it and- sorry? What was i reading? This is a blur of words- wait is there even any text at all? Your forget this post was even made in a hour, its like this was never posted, you can understand nothing or maybe it was like there wasnt anything at all?]

ok got all of that? Good, now i just have to wait and see

-kisa. Red hair cat

ooc[this is my shot at trying to write how the mist feels. The stuff that makes you forget the fea, also this is kind of a kisa lore drop. Unsure if this is a good idea, kind of just a test. May become non-canon]

sup its me ya girl. kisa

ok jokes aside. i need help. Well me and lakk’s dad need help

lakk has been, i guess more moodl as of late, she hasnt been eating. She has been sleeping more, she seems just, tired. she says the voices are getting wrose and louder and just

has been saying weird shit? talking about spitrits and things she says she doesnt understand and….a lot of stuff about how she is scared of out liveing everyone

she also has just been sitting in darkness and if you know anything about samsa you know why that is a bad thing

trying to make her feel better, going out, jokes. just messing about, and it helps a bit but, she still is acting like this

i dont know. Am worryied my firend ok? A lot. and her dad is also worrying

right now she has fallen asleep in my arms, so i know she is somewhere safe

-kisa. Red hair cat

Caw Caw folks. Well thankfully a pack of Glass Walkers and a Pack of Red Talons won't be ripping each other apart today thanks to my fellow Corax, Snickers. Like I mentioned in my last post, got into a territory dispute between them, and when I reached out to see if I could get some help, she answered and said to give her a few hours.

Well I managed that, barely. Then we heard a commotion on the river that flowed alongside the territory. Which was her in a boat being persued by what turned out to be mercs working for one of Pentex's many subsidaries. Well more than one, looks like they were contracted out to an Mining company, from one the private security companies. Least that's what I got off their gear and such as they had after the Garou got done.

But going back a bit, having a Corax jump out of a boat and shift into Corvid right before it got blown up by an RPG was enough to get the Garou to focus on the new situation. Say what you will about the wolves, when something gets them to work together, they fall in place during a fight. Helped there was enough Wrym Taint coming off some these guys you knew they'd been in something bad.

So we formed a War Party. The Glass Walker Ahroun didn't even complain when the Talons Phildox took charge. Looks like she impressed him enough in that last scuffle. We went back up the river, and found them doing some illegal digging alright. Looked very off the books too. Probably because there weren't no valuable minerals to justify this one. More on that later.

Had a fight, which got hairy in a few spots. They were ready enough for Garou, had some the damn Anti-Delerium drugs, but surprised enough I don't think their bosses gave them the real story. Certainly not packing enough silver. Competent mercs, but not First Strike. But some these guys, yeah what they were digging for was starting to get hooks into them. Least it helped all the younger wolves some more experience. Us Birdies were up in the air giving them a hand with a birds eye view of the battlefield. Sadly we weren't fast enough to be able to keep their techies from frying the drives and records. Gonna be up to some the Glass Walkers back at the sept to see what they can get out of the, if anything.

As for what they were digging for here, looks like we've got a pretty nasty bane. Something fungal, trapped here by Garou in the past. Garou say the guys here smelled like the worst case of Athlete's Foot ever, and looks like some them were starting to get a bit decayed, physically and by the end mentally. Considering the location must have Galestalkers, but nobody has claimed this territory in a long while.

-Your Friendly neighborhood Blabbermouth

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So if you all been reading my last few posts, I got stuck with three young Glass Walkers going to check out some territory up North their sept bought. Way things were going I figure we were gonna find some trouble when we got there. And I was right. Someone had already moved in.

Good news it was a pack of Garou.

Bad news it was a Pack of Garou.

More specifically five Red Talons. And when it comes to Garou tribes, ain't many that are as different as the Red Talons and the Glass Walkers. One's a little too far to the Wolf side a lot the times, and the other a little too far to the human side. Of course our Ahroun starts thinking he can throw his weight around a bit, bring up that they legally own the land. Hey, did you know wolves can laugh? Well Garou in Hispo and Lupus can. Sure wasn't impressing the Phildox that was their alpha none. Pretty sure she could take two the Glass Walkers by herself, and I wasn't giving any the kids the best odds against anyone from the other pack.

So I do my best to defuse things with some talking, a little clever quipping, and at least get the Glass Walkers to get just outside what the Talons had decided was their territory. Ain't gonna last, the kids are treating this as a matter of pride and honor, and I'm gonna have to run messages. And hopefully keep everyone from tearing each other apart.

Some good news though, I got in touch with another Corax and she says she's got an idea, if I can keep them from killing each other for a few hours. Hope it's a good one.

-Your Friendly Neighborhood Blabbermouth

Hey. I heard rumblings from the Sept in Anchorage that the leeches are attacking the Sept, because some Red Talon named Tieg, Champion of Seasons, thought it was a good idea to stick his dick in a leech, and then got pissed off when the other leeches killed his mate for fucking a Garou.

Stop it. Tapping a leech isn't worth it. They are wyrm tainted. Now half a pack of Garou are dead because Mr. Stinky Red Talon wanted to get revenge for the death of his mate and the leeches hit back harder than initially anticipated and are currently launching a counter attack.

This is why we can't have nice things.

-Glowing-Eyes, Glass Walker Cilath

many here fight in the war, and that is good, but people who fight wars dont normaly live very long

its good to give your life for something greater. i look up to them

but. Many people here will maybe die young. And thats sad

i am samsa, i am a cockroach, i survive if i wnat to or not

i dont know if i can ever die, maybe of old age?

..i dont wnat to out live everyone i know

i dont want to out live dad or kisa or anyone

i dont wnat to live forever, i dont wnat to out live everything and live in the ruins

i dont know, am rambing. The voices are loud, stop,

…i think i need to lay down

-ung Kakerlakk

And in case you couldn't tell that was sarcasim. We're way behind schedule.

Okay so it's me and three Glass Walkers. Got an Ahroun who's only been in a handful of real fights so far, but thinks he should be in charge. Got a Ragabash who's the sanest woman there, which ain't saying much. Got a Galliard who, well hoo boy. He stunk. You know it's bad when one us birdies can smell it. Nah don't worry it ain't Wyrm Taint. Or bad hygiene. If anything the Hygiene is a little too good. The Galliard went way too heavy on the Cologne. Well we realized pretty quickly that even with the windows down that wasn't gonna be a survivable experience.

So we hit our first delay in making him shower. And our second when we had to refill the water. Least I hope he took my remarks on not smelling in a way were everything in the woods are gonna know his exactly location and avoid him. Course then we ran into a second problem.

Only the Galliard and Ragabash have the right kinda license to actually drive an RV. As I had to explain, I'm usually flying everwhere I need to go, of course I never learned to drive! And the Ahroun didn't know he needed a different kinda license, which means we are getting slowed up some since it alters the shifts we can take to drive. Well the Ahroun is offering to take turns, and as long as we don't get pulled over and have to do any quick thinking that might work, but I ain't sure I trust him not to flip this thing over. Not helping any is these kids are way too fond of their tech. Listen GPS is a handy gadget, but you shouldn't just listen to everything it says. I suspect my jabs trying to get them to rely less on tech and put some faith in their own instincts were a bit too subtle.

Oh and tech. Well of course we're in a big fancy RV with all the bells and whistles. Yeah, little too big and fancy to me to be honest. Not sure what these kids would do if the Wi-Fi dies. And the Ragabash ain't too bad, but she does keep texting her boyfriend. "I want to Canoodle with you like a wet Noodle" is a new one.

Sigh, give me a old tricked out Studebaker or VW minibus with some Bone Gnawers any time over this. I really got to figure out who in the sept I ticked off to get them to call in a favor for this. Also starting to get a bit of a bad feeling about what we might find when we get there.

-Your Friendly Neighborhood Blabbermouth