Charlie’s Trials

June 21st, 2008

It had been a week now since Charlie experienced his first change and met his new group of friends. Foremost among them was Cerai. She’d discovered him and had protected him his first, frightening, confusing night as a werewolf. She also had come by several times over the past week to help coach him in mastering his new forms.

He’d only been Uratha for a week, that was true. But Cerai knew that the sooner he was able to establish himself, then the sooner the pack could work as one to track down a Totem spirit for the pack. And that would in turn bind them all together and make them all stronger. And that was very important because the pack had chosen a vast territory. The sooner they were really strong enough to hold onto it the better!

Cerai sat crosslegged on the floor of Charlie’s apartment, starting in on her third helping of the Chinese food he’d ordered. “You are doing well in adjusting to your new life,” she said after licking her fingers clean of the dipping sauce for her pot stickers. “But there are a couple of things you need to do. First and foremost is to choose a tribe to join. Then, once you’ve been accepted into a tribe, you can work on coming up with a deed name before the rest of the world thinks of you as Soft Paw.” She chuckled at the nickname.

“Well, from what you’ve told me,” Charlie said, “I think the Iron Monkeys… I mean Iron Masters will probably fit me the best. What do I have to do to get there?” Charlie said this to Cerai as he stood over her feast holding the dishes and silverware she seemed to ignore.

“Max Roman made an offer, so it would be best to approach him about it,” Cerai said, wiping her mouth with her napkin. “You need to be prepared for your initiation. Iron Masters tend to set either a deceptively simple, or seemingly impossible task and expect you to accomplish it. The task can be absolutely anything your sponsor chooses, but there is one important thing to remember: for Iron Masters, the ends often justify the means. They care more about accomplishing their goals than following the rules.” She took a fork and started in on her mound of noodles.

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