Everyone has their own generalizations and preconceived notions about Tribes other than their own. Most Garou seem to think the Get are all brutish and have no brains. Well, I'm proof that they're wrong. And I don't always believe the propaganda about other Tribes either. I've known many Breeds from many Tribes, and they're all different. Every blessed one of 'em.
I've managed to gather at least one member from each Tribe to tell a little about themselves and their Tribe. As I find more folk willing to tell their tales, I'll add them where appropriate. I've tried to keep things pretty orderly, pretty uniform, but I'll be damned if that Glass Walker didn't have to show me up!
The Black Furies
The Party Line: Most Get call them
Bitches, thinking it's a cute play on words since they're female and take
a canine form. However, most aren't stupid enough to call the Furies that
to their faces. They're good in a scrap, but they can't beat a Get.
What I've Seen: I don't necessarily
agree with the politics of some of the more radical members, and some do
deserve the name "Femi-nazi", but most are just looking out for women and
the interests of women. Most women aren't lucky enough to be able to grow
claws and fangs to defend themselves, so the Furies help out when they
can. And, by the way, there are some Furies I'd put money on against a
Get any day.
The Bone Gnawers
The Party Line: Low-lifes. Street
trash. Not worthy of being Garou because most have mutt blood.
What I've seen: The Gnawers have
more than their fair share of unsavory characters, but I'll tell you what,
nobody, but nobody knows the ins and outs of the cities like them.
And some of 'em, like Niken, are so good in a fight, it's Goddamn eerie!
You've got to be sure you know who you're dealing with, but if you make
friends with a Bone Gnawer, you've got a whole new family.
The Children of Gaia
The Party Line: Tree-huggin', granola-crunchin',
Birkenstock-wearin' MoFos. Ex-hippies who'd rather talk the Wyrm to death
instead of going all out and kicking some tail. The world would be better
off if they all just dried up and blew away.
What I've seen: I haven't seen a
lot to contradict the stereotypes. The Ahrouns can fight, sure, but they'd
still rather sit around and jaw like a bunch of old aunties.
The Fianna
The Party Line: Drunken louts, the
lot of 'em. And with too much Fey blood for their own damn good. Damned
fairies!
What I've seen: The Fianna throw
the best damned parties you've ever seen. Typically, we aren't the best
of friends, but I've forged close ties with some of 'em. Hell, my best
friend growing up turned out to be Garou too...a Fianna Ragabash named
Janus Ryne. If the Fianna are all party animals, then the Ragabashes are
leading the Conga line!
The Get of Fenris
The Party Line: Raised to be strong,
tough and proud, we are Gaia's Claws. We are Gaia's Vengeance. We are what
the other Tribes should strive to be. We are Get - THIS IS WHO WE ARE.
What I've seen: Look, I say this
with no modesty whatsoever. I am damned PROUD to be Get. 'Nuff said.
The Glass Walkers
The Party Line: These technology-laden,
money-driven city Garou may as well be in league with the Wyrm. They're
way too damned close as it is.
What I've seen: If you even want
to think about Monkeywrenching, you'd best get a Glass Walker on
your team. They know the techno-spirits better than anyone and have some
kickass Gifts. You have no idea just how useful Jamming Technology
can be. Maybe Purge can find a spirit to teach me...
The Red Talons
The Party Line: Probably the only
other Tribe that understands what it means to be Gaia's Chosen, but they
really need to get over their hatred of the homids.
What I've seen: I haven't really
made any friends with Talons, except for Loki. I tell you what though,
he sure is fun to go "roughing it" with!
The Shadow Lords
The Party Line: Bastards. Each and
every one of 'em. They get their biggest jollies out of alternately manipulating
everyone around them and stabbing 'em in the back.
What I've seen: Hmmm...I don't know.
They must have some kind of finishing school for Shadow Lord cubs. I found
a lost Shadow Lord cub and tried to train her up right until I could give
her over to her Tribe. I met her again a year or two back, [sigh] and she
was just like the rest of 'em.
The Silent Striders
The Party Line: Vagabonds. Gypsies.
Jackals. They wander from place to place because of their cursed Rom blood.
Ghosts are attracted to them in droves and they see far too many things
they shouldn't. Don't trust them. But if it comes to choosing the word
of a Shadow Lord versus that of a Strider...you're screwed either way.
What I've seen: Their pretty shifty
alright, and they've learned a lot about grifting from the gypsies who
share their blood, but if a Strider feels he can trust you, there's no
end to the secrets you can learn!
The Silver Fangs
The Party Line: These are the leaders
of all Garou and they deserve our respect. They can't match our prowess,
but this is not their role. Their role is to lead, and we will follow.
But the Fangs grow weak, we do not know how much longer we can allow them
to lead simply because they always have.
What I've seen: The bloodlines of
some Fangs look like a Jeff Foxworthy joke. "You know you're a Silver Fang
when your family tree doesn't fork..." I've seen some pretty screwed up
sods in my day, but then again, some (like Commander Mercer) are the epitome
of a leader. I'd follow him gladly through the Gates of Hell.
The Stargazers
The Party Line: They ask too damned
many questions! They while away their time wondering if falling trees make
noise if no one's around to hear them. They should contemplate how
their pacifistic ways serve the Wyrm, and wonder what they can do to help
the cause of Gaia.
What I've seen: Have you ever seen
Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan in action? Well, imagine a Garou throwing those
moves. That's Kalindo, the shapeshifting Martial Art. Everything a human
Black Belt can do...in Crinos form, with some moves designed to take advantage
of shifting forms in the middle of a move. Very impressive, very effective.
If you can actually get them to engage in combat, Stargazers can put down
with the best of them.
The Uktena
The Party Line: They know far too
many secrets for all our good. They dabble in magic and things best
left alone. They're dangerous, these Garou who sing lullabys to Great Banes.
They should be wary that they are not corrupted by the very powers they
seek to protect this world from.
What I've seen: The few I've met
all seem a little touched. They have an insatiable curiosity that could
prove to be their undoing, as a Tribe, to a man. My packmate, Dr. Jason
Ashley Melborne, M.D., was forever getting samples of this goop and that
gook for analysis back in her lab. Sure, we found out some very...interesting
things thanks to her forensic...talents...but there are just some things
about what poisons do to tissue samples that I just don't need to
know.
The Wendigo
The Party Line: Brothers in arms,
if
they would only quit whining about what the government and the Wyrm-bringers
did to them and their Kin, get off the damned reservations and make something
of themselves.
What I've seen: They're proud, with
their feathers in their hair, carrying on the "Old Ways," crying to Heaven
their love for Gaia and their hatered of the Wyrm-bringers. Get over yourselves,
fellas.