The howl rang out through the iron bars. It echoed across Whisperwood, the sound an unmistakable request for entry. Two wolves saw the wind whip through the trees. Dancing leaves kissed stolid tombstones, the brush of life on death, but no one answered.
The pack was not home. The Second Passage was gone.
But something was here.
Atlas felt it as a tension, a knot of muscle at the small of his back. Dean "The Worst" Thorton, felt it deep within his soul. A gnawing hunger that ate and ate and ate but was never satisfied. Both heard the snarling laughter of a beast, a spirit, chomping at the iron bars.
Clean white bones clattered down out of the shadow preceding every footstep of the Silent Jackal. One padded paw touched down upon the old bones, then another. Its snout pressed across the Gauntlet, lips peeled back, a bone with old meat stuck between its mouth.
Black and brown and grey stripes and empty eyes, the Silent Jackal formed. Its head tilted as it listened for a sound. Its eyes were soulless, bereft of emotion. When it spoke its voice grated like a wire drug across the inner ear.
<<You come. You respect the dead. You speak me and I you. Truce, young wolf. Truce and no powers. Words alone.>>The stilted First Tongue spilled out through the teeth and the two Uratha could smell the old, dead flesh the Jackal chewed upon. It was then they realized that the words were not audible, but had danced straight into their skulls.
<<Diplomacy. You Half-Moon, the spirits say. I see it with my own two eyes. You Hirfathra Hissu, Bone Shadow, I see. Me servant of your Master. Me servant of Kamduis-Ur.>>Dean felt the truth of the beast's words. He saw it in the lines of death, the gaunt, skeletal figure. The empty eyes promising the truth of the next world. This was a servant of the Death Wolf. And it had beckoned him specifically.
<<Second Passage wars with Silent Howlers. Same border. Shared. Each claim human place - Switchtrack Alley. War will begin. You must stop.>>The jackal gnawed at the bone until it was picked clean. The nauseating smell caused the two wolves' stomachs to roll.
<<Second Passage important. Lodge of Harbingers, servants of White Hare. Hunting for Boot Hill. Hunting for Dar-Us. Hunting for their death. The other, Kelly, he stands for the Lodge of the Boundary. He. Serves. Me. Silent Jackal, Envoy of the Dead.>>The clean white bone clattered to the ground and Silent Jackal sat atop its bed of death.
<<Second Passage come to the Unforgiven's City. They seek Boot Hill. They seek their death. They must find it or all will die. Kelly, child of the Boundary, stands with them and deals for them with the spirits of the dead. Kelly speak to you. Kelly teach you. Both in danger.>>Silent Jackal licked at a wound in its side. An open, pus-filled pucker of a scar that revealed its own bleach-white bones beneath.
<<They do not know I speak you. They should not know. Favor, you. Favor, me. Favor, all. Dar-Us comes and will kill all.>>Atlas and The Worst heard the sound of screaming, then. The sound of breaking bones. But not a snap. Not the quick breaking of a fall or a crash. The sound was slow. The sound was agony. The sound was deliberate pain inflicted upon the People. The sound was Dar-Us, the Slow Killer.
The Silent Jackal rose and grew. The Shadow of death surrounded it, filled it, swelled it in size and power. It gazed down at them through the eyes of a God of Death.
An image filled their minds then:
Dean, standing, listening, as two packs argue back and forth and make their case. The Elodoth, the Half-Moon, stands in judgment and decides.
<<They need judgment, but too proud to ask. You offer. You do not speak my name. You give judgment and Second Passage goes back to their hunt. Do this and you have favor.>>A single bone rolled out from under the spirit's paw, words in the First Tongue bound etched into its form. Dean saw instantly that it was a detailed Rite.
He looked up and the Jackal was gone. In the distance, a howl was heard. An answer to his call. The Second Passage would be here soon.
Storyteller Note:Silent Jackal, Envoy of the Dead, patron of the Lodge of the Boundary, has requested that you mediate dispute between the Second Passage and the Silent Howlers. However, it does not want anyone to know it is involved, even Kelly - a servant of the Lodge.
The Second Passage's territory is the Whisperwood Hollow Cemetery and surrounding region.
The Silent Howlers reside in Soma.
They share a boundary, an old, shitty part of town called Switchtrack Alley. This region is the worst human inhabitation in the city. High crime, high gang violence, poor neighborhoods and not getting better anytime soon.
Each claims Switchtrack Alley as its own.
The bone details the process known Boundary Rite (Signs of the Moon p105). You can take the Rite for -1xp if you choose to do so.
In an effort to move us ahead at your pace and not mine, let's skip forward in the story. The following has occurred:
- The Second Passage came to the gate. They greeted you and seem very distracted, exhausted, and concerned about something happening in their territory that they will not discuss.
- Through the course of conversation, you come to learn that the Second Passage is in conflict with the Silent Howlers. A member of the Silent Howlers (White Shadow) claims that a member of the Second Passage (Marcus) attacked him with silver.
- This happened in the disputed territory, Switchtrack Alley.
- The Second Passage do not ask you to mediate, but its obvious they would like a neutral party to resolve this for them. It is just as obvious that they want you to come down in their favor. However, your Honor and reputation as an Elodoth could be put in jeopardy if you fail to rule with honor.