>>5839692>>5839755>>5839998>>5840114>>5840479>>5841808>>5845463>>5848868In the shadowed embrace of the underbrush, Wetware's lips moved in silent incantation, casting a spell to unveil the nature of the silver spirit. His voice was a whisper against the night, unnoticed by the entities locked in their tense standoff. The arcane words slipped from his tongue, weaving a net of inquiry around the spirit. What he gleaned was a measure of its power — not a titan among its kind, but formidable nonetheless.
With the AR-15 cradled in his arms like a deadly child, Wetware continued his silent vigil. The spirit, its form still seething with ire, turned its luminous gaze upon the werewolves. "Leave," it commanded, its voice resonating with a cold, metallic edge. The werewolves, their bravado now a shattered veneer, nodded, their submission a palpable defeat in the air. They retreated, dragging their wounded comrade, his body a map of pain and silver-induced trauma.
The spirit watched them go, its form slowly calming from the warlike apparition back into an enigmatic specter. The night reclaimed its stillness, the only sound the distant, pained whimpers of the retreating Uratha.
Starting options for the players:
1. Approach the silver spirit and accuse it of disloyalty
2. Approach the silver spirit and thank it for its assistance
3. Completely ignore the spirit to inspect the workshop for damage and alterations
4. Chase the werewolves to engage violently with them now that they are in a weakened position
