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“This is the truth, boy.
I can sit here on this rocky outcropping all day and all night and
I can rattle off the names of all the horrors I’ve seen. The
rats in men’s bodies, the spirits with moon eyes,
that Fire-Touched preacher down on Route 66.
But that menu of awfulness won’t even give you
a glimpse of what’s out there.
I’m paraphrasing, here, but there’s more hell-born evil
under Heaven and Earth than you know, little Horatio.”
—Corwin Sandstone, Bone Shadow
This book includes:
• A whole hoary host of
antagonists
—
28, to be
speciic
—
to lend your
stories and chronicles a dose
of urban legend evil
.
• A spread of werewolves,
spirits, and other nasty
creatures that can ind a
home in any Werewolf: The
Forsaken game, many
coming part and parcel with
new rites and other abilities
.
• Rules on creating the
wretched idigam, the Moon
-
Banished spirits who one
-
by
-
one have been returning to
earth, featuring six example
idigam to drop into any
game
.
For use with the
World of Darkness Rulebook
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The
Confession of
Darius to Aidan’s Plea:
I broke his neck
slowly. I felt every lit-
tle crack and crunch of bone, and I knew the people
watching heard it. I’d have put a microphone
to his neck if I could have. I wanted them
to know — this is slow, this is painful, this
is the worst way to die. To know that it’s
coming, to lail desperately and to be unable
to stop it. To have to watch yourself being murdered.
It’s intimate. I almost kissed him as he died.
This is how they learned my name. Or, at least,
how they learned the name that came to be mine.
My real name is lost, a mouthful of Polish-American
alphabet soup. The name they took away that night
was
Dar-Us
, “Slow Killer” in the tongue of spirits.
Not all of us speak that language, of course, so they
started calling me “Darius.”
I think about that night sometimes. A lot, I
guess. The guy I killed wasn’t one of us. He wasn’t
imru
, one of the People, so it was okay that I killed
him. I mean, some of us argue that you shouldn’t kill
wolf-bloods, because, hey, if they’re not People now,
they might be tomorrow. But once I got my hands
around his head, he was done. And that’s what it
takes to become a legend. One murder, slowed down.
An entire life in the time it takes to break a green-
wood stick.
Crack, crunch, snap.
• • •
Story told to Aidan’s Plea by Mani Seif of the Blood
Talons:
I saw him ight, sure. I’d heard he was not the
kind of werewolf you fucked with, but honestly, you
hear that about everybody. Really, which one of us
do
you want to ight? I knew he was a New Moon,
though, and that kind of gave me pause, because
you only hear about those guys when there’s really
something to hear.
So when I found out he was in town and he was
running a day ahead of his pack, I igured he was
scouting. I hunted him down and igured I’d chat
with him, igure out
why
he was in town, see if there
was anything we needed to talk about. I brought my
pack with me.
Way
Back
No, I wasn’t
scared. I didn’t
want my neck
broken. There’s a
difference.
Anyway, I found him, but one of the local gangs
had found him irst. And watching him ight…I
don’t know. Maybe that’s what we all look like, and
I’ve just never noticed because I’m right down in it,
you know? But he took punches, blades, bullets, and
he just took his time with each of them. He’d grab
an arm and twist, and listen for the bones to give. He
stepped down on a guy’s knee sideways, and hell, I do
that sometimes, but I do it quick, to break a leg and
throw the guy out of the ight. This dude, he takes
what felt like a full minute to push the guy’s leg-bone
out of the skin. And it’s not like he’s enjoying it, not
exactly, but he’s got this look on his face like “Hey,
you asked for this, and now you don’t want it?”
When the banger fell down and started scream-
ing, the other ones — the two who could still run —
booked. And I walked out and said, “Hey, you’re the
Slow Killer, right?” And he says, “Yeah, they call me
that.” And from there out, it’s just two
imru
talking.
We left the guy with the broken leg screaming on
the ground.
I have to admit, at the time, I did wonder if
all that was necessary. But I’ll say this for him: you
couldn’t watch him ight without thinking what a
monster he was. In a good way.
• • •
Story told to Aidan’s Plea by Eli Marks, Ghost Wolf
(deceased):
I don’t have a lot of time here. Let’s make this
quick.
Down
2
3
Oh, I understand what you’re going through.
I’ve lost people, too. But I only ever met the guy
once. It was a year ago, and no one ever wants
to hear what I’ve got to say about him. Darius,
the big hero, the Slow Killer, right? By the
time I met him, he had more
nicknames. They’d added “Bone
Grinder” and “
Kul Thari
.” That’s
“Endless Moment of Death,” which
is probably my favorite. I wanted
to add “Psycho” to the mix, but
that one never caught on.
Anyway, I met him away
from my pack. That happens a
lot. I was always meeting other
Uratha, and I found this guy
walking down the sidewalk, glar-
ing at people. And I didn’t know if he was
just spoiling for a ight, or if he was halfway to nuts, or
if he was just having a bad day, but I igured I’d bet-
ter get him off the streets before somebody responded
the wrong way. So I walked up and said, “Hey,
name’s Eli, you new in town?”
And he said, “I’m
Darius.” And he pauses.
Like I’m about to ask
for his autograph. Oh,
I knew right off who
he was, but anybody
who’s trying to cash in on
celebrity like that needs a reality
check, in my humble opinion.
So I said, “Who? Don’t
know you. Come on, let’s go
take a walk and you can tell
me all about yourself.”
Now, I
said
that because I
was hoping he’d jump off the
ego trip a little, but damned
if the fucker didn’t grab me
and throw me into an alley. I
changed into a wolf, iguring to
bug out, but he grabbed
me by the legs and then
wrapped his arm around
my neck. And then he started twisting.
It was the scariest goddamn thing I’d ever
felt. He was putting pressure on my neck, see, so
if I tried to change, I’d wind up breaking my own
spine. But meanwhile, he was twisting my hind leg
around. And then I felt bone start to give, and I started
thinking that it would heal soon enough, that it hurt,
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