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The Brotherhood is hanging together by a thread. Many wolves have gone in search of the traitor Rotiart. Those who have returned have come back with empty paws. Many others have not returned at all.

Rumors have been whispered through the pack that the true alpha, Danel, still lives. Many in the pack remain fiercely loyal, clinging to this hope.
They believe that Rummy, the usurper, was struck down for trying to take the alpha’s role.

Others suspect that something more mundane and sinister is afloat – some malevolence that is picking off the Brothers one by one, Danel and Rummy included.

Whatever the case, the elders in the pack have banded together to provide a semblance of leadership and order. But they know it cannot last forever. Without a true, strong alpha, the pack will crumble.



Firdaws: “Hey, you! Brother!”

Firdaws: “There’s no time to laze around. There’s work to be done here.”

He squints at you.

Firdaws: “What rank are you again?”

Choose:
Hunter
Omega
Warrior

ATTACK NOW

Moving in careful formation, you creep forward for the kill. There’s no reason to delay this any longer, you think.

But in your eagerness, you grow careless. You’re out of practice, and it shows. A misstep is all it takes to alert them to danger.

They’re young and naïve, but they’re not blind. You’ve given away your position. The prey scatters before you can attack.

You’ll be returning to your Huntmaster empty-pawed tonight. Best to learn some patience

End Game - Go Back and Try Again

OMEGA

Firdaws: “Of course you are.”
Firdaws: “Our numbers are small, but there are still pups to tend to.”
Firdaws: “The youngest, Zarath, still must learn our ways. Go to him and teach him what you know.”

You do as commanded, seeking out the pup.



He is different from other pups that you’ve met in your time in the Shadowclan.

Most of the pups you meet are afraid, or angry, or eager to prove themselves.

Zarath is none of these things. The pup is oddly somber, respectful, with a certain wisdom that belies his age. He’s also uncommonly polite.

All of this has made him a joy for you, and you relish the time you spend training him.

He takes to his lessons naturally. He’s attentive, clever, and a good listener. He’s particularly interested in the stories you tell. He hangs on your every word.



Rorret: “Apologies for interrupting your lesson, brother.”

Rorret: “But there is a matter that needs some attending to.”

Rorret: “The hunters have returned from a scouting mission, and have found a target.”

His mismatched eyes gleam with delight.

Rorret: “Our services are required.”

It’s been a long time since you’ve been on a proper raid. You feel a little thrill of excitement at the prospect.

Go On

KILL
Adults are a nuisance that must be dispatched. You dart forward, aiming for the largest of the wolves there, assessing him as the greatest threat.



He is a large, lumbering creature, and he fights bravely but sluggishly. He is no match for you and your training.

He goes down after a long struggle. He has torn a gash in your shoulder, but you got to his throat. His blood tastes sweet and coppery on your tongue.

You stop to feed, as your brothers crowd around you, sharing in the kill. They have kills of their own as well. It’s a good night.

You see that the omegas have safely retrieved two male pups. You don’t ask about the others. You suppose they were too weak.

Satiated, you return to the pack with your fresh blood.

Go On

WARRIOR
Firdaws: “Right, of course.”
Firdaws: “Listen. Rorret, the thief, says he spotted evidence of Danel outside a pack not far from here.”
Firdaws: “Xihuitl went to confirm these rumors, but he has yet to return.”
Firdaws: “I need you to go there and see what you can find out.”

You accept your instructions and head out, following the directions you were given.

As you approach your destination, you are caught off-guard by a powerful stench of female. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten a nose-full of it, and it’s stronger here than it has any right to be.

Intrigued, you step off of your path, creeping closer to the scent.

But it’s not a female that crosses your path first.



Iosef: “Are you lost, friend? You’re coming on the borders of Antianeira territory, and it may not be safe here. The warriors do not take well to strange males in their lands.”

You wait for fear to register in his violet eyes. But it’s recognition that meets you. You quickly realize: You are not the first cloaked wolf he’s seen.

You: “I’m looking for my Brother.”

His brow furrows.

Iosef: “Brother? Now that you mention it, I have seen another cloaked wolf pass through this area….”

You: “Yes?”

Iosef: “He said he, too, was looking for someone. A green wolf. I told him to check with our neighbors to the north.”

You: “Do you remember his name?”

Iosef: “He said he was Danel, alpha of the Brotherhood.”

A thrill runs through you.

Danel was here. He still lives.

Your god saw fit to leave this wolf alive, and so you do likewise, though it pains you to know that a wolf of his pitiful standing knows anything of your pack and its business.

Still. His information was valuable, and you follow the trail with renewed enthusiasm. You are closer than ever to figuring out the secret.

But the answers you find are not those that you seek.

You travel toward the neighboring pack, following the best lead you have been given, but before you can arrive, you are distracted by an odd scene.

In the shadows, far from the main path, there are signs of struggle. Old blood spatters cover trees and rocks. The earth is stained crimson.

And in the midst of it, shreds of fabric. Black and green. And emblazoned on one, the symbol of the Shadowclan.

Tracks and a trail of blood lead away from the scene. You follow these, anxiety rising in your chest.

A river, its current running fast and strong. The tracks stop here.

And dashed upon the rocks, scattered pieces of an orb, like the one worn at Danel’s throat.

What could this mean?

You fight it, but the sinking feeling in your heart spells out the awful truth.

Your god was here, and the traitor as well.

They fought.

They fell.

And they were swept away.

Choose:
Dash yourself against the rocks
Return home to report what you’ve seen.

RETURN HOME

As heartbroken and disappointed as you are, you have a mission to complete.

Struggling away from the scene, you turn to make your way home, footsteps weary with grief.

You are hungry, and exhausted, but at last you make it home.

With what energy you have left, you report your findings.

And then you allow the grief to wash over you, allow the weakness to come for a short while, as you succumb to it in the darkness of your den.

Go On