(August 28, 1997)

Scott was telling the story of the hunt for Kilcaid around the Story Tree.

Scott takes in a deep breath, and stands to face those gathered in front of 
  him. His expression takes on a serious tone, and as he stands in front of 
  the tree, he looks all the bit the noble Fang that he is descended from. He 
  begins,"Tonight, I will speak of a story of a betrayer, and how he was 
  brought to justice. This is not a story from the days of old, though. It is 
  a story of now, and of people you know. I know many of you have heard of 
  Kilcaid, the once Fang Adren whose crime was so great that Gaia herself was 
  invoked to punish him. But I'm sure few of you know how he was brought here 
  to face justice."
Scott takes a step or two forward, and settles down in a crouch, his arms 
  resting on his knees,"His guilt was clear, as was shown by our ways. Yet 
  first, would any wish to hear why he was hunted?"
Anne murmurs, "I should like to hear it all."
Scott says,"It was before I came to this Sept. When I was still part of the 
  Gathering Storm, the Sept that raised me. Kilcaid was an elder there, and 
  one of my teachers. But his hard was hard, and set in the old ways. To him, 
  change was a sign of taint of the lesser tribes. In him I saw a man whom I 
  did not agree with, but could respect. For he had fought many battle agaisnt 
  the Wyrm, had made many sacrifices for Gaia's sake. So, it was a night not 
  inlike this one. My pack had been sent out of the bawn to investigate the 
  reports that there might be a leech preying on humans in the area where some 
  of our kin lived. It was a short night's investigation, for we quickly found 
  this leech was nothing more than a human adolescent who was a bit to fond of 
  the human culture's images of the leeches. I think they are called blood 
  dolls, if I am not mistaken. In any event, we returned to the Caern, more 
  than a little amused at our encounter with the 'leech.' Then we heard noises 
  coming from where the cubs slept, and assuming that some were up past their 
  curfew, and possibly causing mischief to boot, we made our way there. Our 
  intent was to give a short lecture to the cubs, but what we found froze us 
  in our tracks."
Scott says,"We stood shocked, seeing a group of banes, led by a dancer 
  slaughtering our cubs in their sleep. One of them had woken, and was 
  struggling, but she was no match for the dancer. Rage filled our hearts, and 
  we sprung upon them,"he rises quickly but gracefully to his feet at this, 
  taking a step forward. "But the Alpha called out to me, Spirit, find the 
  elder, raise the alarm. They must be warned. While my heart wanted to rip 
  these wyrm things to bits, the duty was stronger. I ran through the Caern, 
  howling alarm in hispo as I went. When I arrived at the elder's cave, I 
  picked up the unmistakable scent of blood. I shifted up in the half man 
  form, and found Kilcaid leaning over the Sept Alpha's body. The alpha's 
  blood on his hands. But Kilcaid was not alone, there were banes there as 
  well, mutliating the bodies of my former elders. The Wyrm was cunning, he 
  struck at our past as well as our future."
Scott says, his eyes showing a bit of fire. "The Rage that burned in my heart 
  when I saw our bus murdered sprung forth now, and I called my former mentor 
  the murder he was. He simply laughed, and motioned for banes to dispose of 
  me. As they fell upon, I had few doubts I would not survive. 
But as I fought I reached out, and my hand clasped the handle of a weapon. I 
  brought it up, and begin slashing at the Banes. The rest," his eyes unfocus 
  a little," is not as clear to me. I remember stumbling out of the cave, and 
  fighting more creatures of teh Wyrm before we drove them off. Although, it 
  was at a terrible price. Of thirty Garou, only five survived, two of which 
  were crippled. In my hand was the Klaive of the Sept Alpha. Why it had 
  choosen to save me, I cannot know, other than it's hatred of the Wyrm was so 
  great that it did not care if a lowly cliath wielded it for a short time. I 
  vowed to find a deserving wielder for the weapon, but that, is another 
  story." For the first time this evening, he smiles faintly.
Scott says,"So, my search brought me here." He spreads his arms our, motioning 
  about. "And once here, I found others that would be willing to hunt down the 
  betrayer." He motions towards Alexander and Timothy. "We prepared for 
  several months, and I learned the Rite of teh Questing Stone, so we could 
  find him. My pack gathered, with Timothy-rhya, the Wendigo Touch Deer, and 
  the Fianna theurge, Brynna Silverseer." His voice catches slightly as he 
  mentions Brynna's name, but he forges on. "The stone said our path to 
  Kilcaid led east, so an moon birdge was opened to the Gathering Storm. While 
  it was not likely Kilcaid was still near the place of his crime, it was more 
  likely he was there than any other place."
Scott's voice noticably saddens,"But the bridge did not take us directly 
  there. Because of the power that was stolen from this place we had to stop 
  bridly in the mid west before continuing. Once we arrove at the Gathering 
  Storm, the stone pointed more clearly north, and I knew he was not close by. 
  After a few encouraging words from my former Sept-mates," he smiles again, 
  reason not apparent," and another moon bridge opened to teh Shattered Oak, 
  we proceeded to Boston."
Scott says,"The Get and Shadow Lords there let us pass through their territory 
  once Timothy-rhya, who was leading the hunt, explained our reasons. A quick 
  trip through the forest, and then into the human form to travel a ways 
  through the city on foot. We arrived at a large, multi-leved house, and 
  Alexander and Randall began to scout around the sides and back, while the 
  rest of us watched the front."
Scott says "However, our group stood out somewhat in the scab. And they soon 
  caught sight of us. As we moved towards the sides of the house, a bullet 
  exploded through Brynna's shoulder. Even more surprisingly, there was no 
  noise of from the firig of the gun. As we raced towards the house another 
  bullet hit Touch Deer. Randall and and Alxander stormed in the back, while 
  Unferth broke the front door down. Brynna and I slipped in through one of 
  the side windows, and Timothy and Touch Deer did the same from the other 
  side.""
Scott says "As I slipped into the house, and concentrated of the sense that 
  Gaia has gifted me with to detect the taint of the Wyrm. It was strong, but 
  stronger towards the center of the house. Brynna, who had teh same gift, 
  agreed with what I had sensed, and we headed towards the center, down a long 
  hallways. Suddenly, a form burst across the opening of the hallway, a 
  crinos. It scrabled down the stairs that were part of the open room the hall 
  I was in led to, with Thunder's Claws, and Klaive on Night on it's heels. It 
  didn't take much for me to figure out this must be a Dancer, and that 
  Kilcaid must haved gathered a pack. The seer and I followed my pack-mates, 
  chasing the Dancer deeper into the house."
Scott says "We were not the only ones chasing a Dancer though, and soon the 
  entirity of our War party was gathered in one room. Kilcaid stood before us, 
  and he arrogantly challenged us to explaine what we were doing violating his 
  territory. He then issued a challange, daring any of us to fight him in 
  single combat. Timothy accepted, and brought up luna's defense around him as 
  the duel began.""
Scott crouches back down again,"But as Holds-the-Line tried to ue the gift of 
  turning his claws silver, as Kilcaid had done, he found that the gift did 
  not work. He crouched low, and struck at the other Adren as the Kilcaid 
  activated another gift, one that kept Holds-the-Line from attacking. This 
  was no surprise to me though, looking back on the duel. Kilcaid asked for 
  honorable accord, a fair duel, yet possesed a fetish, in the shape of a 
  Falcon, that made him invuneralbe to certain gifts. That's hardly a fair 
  duel, eh? When on Garou can use their gifts, and the other can't."
Timothy frowns slightly around this point in the story, though it's a passing 
  expression that's quick to fade.
Scott licks his lips,"Now, while Timothy-rhya and Kilcaid fought, our eyes 
  turned to the four dancers that were standing before us. As my eyes met with 
  one of them, I felt an colness settle over me, and felt a fear I never had 
  before. It startled and frightened me. These were Wyrm-spawn, and while I 
  might die figgting them, it would be a good death, so why was I afraid. Then 
  I heard the urgings of my pack-brother, Unferth. He was calling us to fight 
  these wyrm-things, send them back to the pits they were spawned from, and I 
  felt the fear lift somewhat. Working myself into a froth, I leapt at one of 
  the Dancer, the silve knife I had been give to wield striking deep and true. 
  As I did, I saw Unferth fall on one of the other dancers, his axe cutting 
  huge swaths of gore and blood. Klaive of Night moved forward more slowing, 
  more carefully assessing his opponent. Touch Deer lept at the last Dancer, 
  who wielded a gun. The gun thundered, and a silver bullet caught the 
  Wendigo, knocking him back a little. Silverseer drew her knife and struck 
  out at the Dancer who had injured Touch Deer."
Scott continues,"Kilcaid struck out at Holds-the-Line, his silver claws 
  sparking off of luna's defense. Randall slipped forward and struck true with 
  teh Klaive that is his name-sake, soon downing the Dancer. Unferth continued 
  to exchange blows with the Hispo Dancer, his axe hewing as her claws struck 
  their final blows, life slipping away from her. Gaia must have blessed my 
  own hand, because as the Dancer I had already hurt struck back at me, my 
  knife hit true, killing the wyrmspawn."
Scott says,"Holds-the-Line began returning Kilcaid's blows, much to the 
  Dancer's surprise, and quickly turning the tables of the duel. Touch Deer 
  lept again at the gunman, another bullet striking him in return. The last 
  dancer was hurt, but not badly enough. He took aim on Touch Deer and fired, 
  but he missed his target. The bullets meant for the Wendigo struck the 
  Fainna instead as she stepped in front of him, taking the silver meant for 
  Touch Deer." He pauses, and looks down at the ground before continuing.
Scott clears his throat, and continues,"Brynna slumped to the ground, the 
  damage from multiple silver bullets being too much for her body to take. Not 
  surprising, I suppose, one of the flaws of her birth was a sensitivity to 
  silver." He takes in a deep breath,"Randall, Unferth, and myself finished 
  off the last Dancer in short order, Touch Deer lay near the edge of death, 
  and surely would have slipped over if it hadn't been for Brynna's sacrifice. 
  Remembering the healing talens she had made for us, I quickly slapped on on 
  Touch Deer, after telling him to switch to man-form. Randall moved over to 
  interceed into the duel between Timothy and Kilcaid, who was quickly 
  subdued."
Scott glances a little tentatvely in Timothy's direction before continuing. He 
  lets out a long breath,"The rest was simple. We brought him back via moon 
  bridge, and kept him here until he was tried."
Scott says "I hope you all enjoyed the telling. It has been a too long since I 
  have had an audience this big."