Assault to the FBI Warehouse (SPOILER)

The Wyrm Scorges were ready to start the mission, it was night time and Luna had her powerful light irradiating over the Umbral landscape across Staten Island's shore. The powerful Caern was so huge that its limits were the shores all around the gigantic island. On daily basis it was probe by banes and other spirits trying to defile the sacred place but the Garou defenses were too great, with countless ritual to weaken the presence of the wyrm even the most powerful hordes were unable to enter, much less to damage it.

Heimdall Claws lead the way to the shores, where North Star was awaiting to use the powerful magic of his Gran Klaive Shard of Luna. The powerful battle pack bowed to show respect to the Alpha of Alphas and his packmate Whip the Umbra, Theurge of the Get of Fenrir Tribe and Rite Master of the Caern.

The Get of Fenrir started to paint powerful runes over the skin and fur of the battle pack with incantations and chantings invoking powerful spirits blessings to empower them in their mission. Also the Legendary Galliard North Star used the gift given by the mightiest spirits to lift the moral and physical capacities of the Wyrm Scorges.


The battle pack felt overcharged with spiritual magic, its was incredible the amount of power running through their bodies and spirits at this point. Each one could face two pack of Black Spiral Dancer without sweating to defeat them. At the end each of them glowed with their own light for a second as the spiritual magic settled on them, finishing with the battle pack howls dedicating this battle to Luna on the sky.

North Star then drawed his Gran Klaive from its sheath filling the air with moon lights empowered as reflected from the silver sword. The Rage filled the air and all werewolf with power and bloodlust for battle given by the powerful spirit residing inside the Klaive. The Galliard then moved his sword piercing the sand of the shore invoking with that movement a Lunar Bridge from this point to a position near by the warehouse, to which the Wyrm Scorges jump to be teleported instantly.

When the Moon Bridge descended from the sky, all the creatures dwelling in the Umbra of New York City took notice, specially those in the northern side of Brooklyn. Creatures of great horror, nightmares that could easily destroy any werewolf regardless of his rank or power.

The move was so bold that even the powerful Incarna of the Wyrm that had control over large areas of the city were more curious than filled with hatred for the defiance. The Garou that came out of the bridge looked around, ready for battle and found a wasteland, a desolated landscape of ruined buildings and corrupted nature around them, the heart of Gaia was defiled in this city, covered with cobwebs beyond reconition, nest over nest of powerful spirits of the weaver beholded the werewolf as overseers of their intent. Long ago the Weaver once a loving mother, now an obssesive deity of inmense power.

Three Jaggling banes came rampaging against the Garou this centipede like spirits of one hundred feet long each came by land, two underground, another running to the front. Crownight saw with tired eyes, again stupid banes coming against his pack. The Shadow Lord Theurge invoked the powerful gifts that quickly debilitated the banes to minimize their attributes to little more than minor spirits

Rapidly the two underground banes broke through the soil to attack but found that the Garou were now giants without realizing right away that they were shrinked to be just little worms. Their bite did nothing to the garou's fur and inmediately they fled from where they came for.

Crownight laught and they started walking again but now a greater opposition rised against them, hundreds of spirits forming a cluster revolving like a swarm of insects, commanded by another Incarna the one designated to protect the warehouse from the werewolves in the first place.

Buck, the Ahroun jumped right away against the Incarna while the spirits wasted their time trying to impress the veteran pack with their swirls and clustering. The blessing of the spirits allowed them to move as quick as the wind and pass by the spirits blockage on their way.

The spirits pointed out for Melany the position of the Incarna deep underground, nothing unexpected and Heimdall Claws was informed inmediately by telepathy while she jumped and tumble for find a position over the Incarna, then he invoked the power of the spirits in his Crinos form to borrow down a hole, finding the mighty spirit in a matter of seconds, it was a huge black frog with yellow radioactive eyes.

All the spirits converged then on the Frog and then, Heimdall pulled one of the skull leaving it on the frog's mouth and then jumping with the rest of his pack hundreds of yards into the air with one leap.

The succeeding explosions blowed way all spirits causing a catastrophic disaster that wiped the face of the Umbra, deleting all spirits from existence within the green huge orb of light, that much like a nuclear explosion desintegrated everything on its pass, except that it was the purest for of Wyrm, not the corrupted version of it, neither the hateful destruction but the legendary form of the First Wyrm.

The explosion was a huge orb of green fire expanding at supersonic speed through the Umbral landscape removing everything in a hundred yard radious from the skull.

Heimdall knew well the extension of the blast, he had witnessed also the destruction that came after. To his surprise many of the banes below weren't quite blown away but transmuted by the powerful magic of the skull. This jade greeen glowing banes were now primitive expressions of the purest Wyrm: The Incarna and five of his Jagglings were transformed, released from the corruption of the modern Wyrm and the ties of the obssesive Weaver.

The rest of the plagues over the hundred yards enraged due to the explosion and followed the Pack in their fall down to the ground. The five Garou landed protected by the powerful spirit magic from anyharm due to the high altitude and a cloud of plague-like spirits followed them, ready to attack but the first Jagglings, a falcon of intimidating visage flew up and moving his wings furiously on a stationary position its feathers were shot like missiles hovering to find each of the incoming spirits, the green glowing jade feathers destroyed instantly each of the corrupted banes in approach, then the second Jaggling a lesser and smaller frog started to vomit green fire elementals that whirlwind around the pure wyrm spirits and the garou pack, creating a curtain of fire that destroyed or prevented each of the land incoming hives.

The Garou were awed by the power display of the purified banes, they were inmensively more powerful than before and their charms and gift were impressive even for this veteran pack. The rest of the hives escaped, leaving the premises against the orders of the Black Spiral Dancers and PENTEX itself. The was obliteration, all resistance was futile.


After the battle was over Heimdall Claws kneeled before the Incarna of purified Wyrm and the Frog with all his Jagglings surrounded the Pack. Their energy was intimidating but yet wise and pure of heart. The Frog's tongue came out and touched the Alpha on the forehead, the Theurge in their backs and the two Ahrouns in their chests, imprinting a powerful Gift in their spirits.

That was the gratitude of the now released banes, now purified spirits of the Wyrm... soon they'd be also devoured by the banes or slaved by the weaver, they knew their time was short and therefore they gifted the werewolf without asking for Chimineage except for the opportunity to look to Gaia's creation once more without all the corruption bestowed on them, at least for a little while.

The pack was deeply thankful but they had a mission, so they walked sideways to meet the real threat in the middle Kingdom, the FBI warehouse. The Pack Vanished...

After scrying through the gaunlet, the Wyrm Scorges found a place to walk sideways and be unadverted by the unaware guards of the FBI warehouse keeping the serum. Half of these agents were hired by PENTEX to protect the precious liquid and the other half were fomori slaved by the powerful wyrm to keep it from werewolf's hands.

The Umbral intrussion wasn't overlooked by those sensitive enough to catch the glympses of the other side. Among them Balefire, one of the most powerful Black Spiral Dancers the wyrm's womb had even given birth. He knew their unbeatable protection of the Umbra had fail, also that his packmates weren't in position, due to their subestimation of the Garou capabilities, no one could imagine this was possible, a single pack crashing an entire Umbral real, comparable to the filthiest Pit in NYC.

He gave the order and everyone was ready, waiting for the Garou but they didn't expected a rolling human skull glowing in green in the warehouse's center, followed by a flash in bright green light that reacted with the wyrm inside the hundreds of barrels brought to NYC the night before.

Although the skull didn't explode, like it's umbral twin, it did cause a chain reaction in each of the barrels provoking a espontaneous reaction and a sudden wildfire that ended with a huge explosion, burning the place down. Another unexpected effect was that the powerful White Howler would fell to his knees, bend by pain as the corruption of the wyrm was wiped out of his system.

Balefire screamed and coiled on himself prone in the floor, as he was burning from the inside. It was a torture greater than anything he had experienced before, his mind was wiped out and his spirit crushed. An experience broght by Omi Ori directly from Erebus in a bottle, ready to be unleashed on any wyrmcommer. The result was absolute insanity inside a burning building that finally ended with his live in a matter of minutes, in the middle of hysterical laughter and deslussions of fire.

The Wyrm Scorges returned to the Umbra where the surrounding spirits of the realm were comming to shred the garou pack for their insolence but the purified wyrm Incarna was still there, exhaling a cloud of glowing green light that was either toxic or obnoxious to the banes trying to find their way to that place.

The Jagglins went up and down of the underground fighting the other banes comming by land and under it with extreme efficiency. The power display was indeed awesome for the warpack but the pressure was getting high, more and more corrupted spirits came like wave crashing against the shores, again and again, trying to break through.

Then the sorcerer Fianna summoned a moon bridge back to their home Caern in State Island as the last effects of the powerful spirit magic wore off. Heimdall Claws bowed before the powerful Incarna respecting its sacrifice for the sake of their escape and then she jumped into the moon bridge back, full with honor and glory but also with new gifts of the purified wyrm on their side.