The Furies are a proud tribe, and they have accomplished many feats of which they should be proud. They fight almost as well as men, and they base their lives upon the pursuit of Gaia's happiness. But they are confused. They fight against us when they should submit to us. There is no honor in denying the rights of men to rule over women. Women need the leadership of men to keep them strong in these last days. We have battled the Furies many times in the past, and i suspect we shall continue to stuggle against them.
There is a rumor that the Gnawers once had Garou stock. These days, they mate with dogs. That does not say much for thier heritage, and it says even less for their character. If there were no humans available, would they mate with gorillas? Then again, if they mated with gorillas, perhaps they would have backbones. I Understand they lay claim to several members who once where among the Get of Fenris: I do not believe that nameless outcasts qualify for any other tribe. They may have them. I have never seen a more cowardly lot in my life, and i would sooner see them slaughtered then sit by and watch them mate with the Wyrm. They have no pride, no honor, and no common sense.
They still insist on peace, when the final days are here. I understand what the Children od Gaia are after, but i do not believe all of tribes can be united until they finally realize that we are right, and that, with the Apocalypse so close at hand, few others could even hope to lead the 13 tribes as well as we can. But they cry for peace and insist that we allow the himans to take what they need and do as they please, though it is obviously the humans who need to culled back the most. If the time for peace is ever going to come, the war must be taken care of first.
Why can't the Fianna understand that songs are only a small part of our great heritage? They sing, they drink, they fight and they mate. All the while, the Black Spiral Dancers breathe down their necks and we must constantly protect them from the threat of the Wyrm~Garou. Surely we could just let them die, but the Isles are part of our heritage, too, and must be defended. The time for harps is long past. Let them taste the savagery and pleasure of war. Then they shall be worthy to fight alongside us.
As best I can figure, the Glass Walkers believe in fighting fire with fire. They believe that by conquering the cities, they can somehow make the cities a part of nature again. This is stupidity. They star into the Wyrm's mouth and call for bargains and business proposals. The Glass Walkers are only steps away from a merger with Pentex. If that should happen, they will be destroyed. We have our sacred duties to perform, and if those duties reruire us to kill the Glass Walkers before they can join with the Black Spiral Dancers, then that is what we shall do. There is no excuse for worshipping the Scabs. The only difference between the Glass Walkers and the Gnawers is that the Gmawers are more honest about their self-serving ways.
The Talons are powerful warriors, and worthy of our respect. It saddens me to think that we must evenually sing their funeral dirge, for they are surely the least in number of all the tribes, and the most set in their ways. Still, I believe they could make a difference, if only the Concord were not in their way. Acknowledge that the Talons are our allies, and help them when you can, but know that they are secondary to us. They are too stubborn and foolish to realize that if they would simply join forces with us, we could rule the 13 tribes with ease.
Do not trust the Lords, for they are back-stabbers and moneylenders. There are many among the Get who claim that the Shadow Lords will offer aid only if there will be a greater profit for themselves in the long run. Be wary of the Lords; always remember that they would sooner see you dead and buried than allow you the right to speak your mind. They would battle the Wyrm with words, while they manipulate others to do their fighting for them. Beneath their pompous airs and manipulative schemes, the Shadow Lords are cowards. The Get of Fenris have no need for cowardly allies.
The Striders came from the deserts and bear many features in common with the jackal. They are wanderers and vagabonds, and almost as solitary as the ronin. What is it they seek? What is it they run from? I do not feel that they can be trusted. Fight with them, but do not live with them. They come from all races of humans, and they are indiscriminate in their mating habits. How can they be trusted when they have no true heritage?
The Silver Fangs were once almost as great as we are, but they no longer recognize the ugency of the war. Do as the Fangs request, for only by watching them carefully can we determine when they are no longer fit to rule the tribes. They have attempted to lead the humans over the centuries, and we can see how poorly they have handled that situation. Watch them carefully, for the Silver Fangs are going mad, and must not be allowed to bring us to our knees. The Garou deserve better. Many of the Get in Europe do not see the Silver Fangs are insane. They want only to believe that the Fangs are thier natural leaders. Do not fall into this pit of folly. The Get Must be the one who lead the Garou. Let the Fangs play their tricks with the humans and leave the Get to handle the war that must be fought. We shall follow the Silver Fangs, we shall listen to their commands and obey their orders for now. But we will make certain that they do not lead us to the Wyrm.
What do they seek in the night? The Stargazers look into the depths of the stars for answers that do not exist. They spend too much time staring into space and trying to solve meaningless puzzles, thus managing little in the war against the Wyrm.While i have seen a few who could fight, most look as if they are three-quarters asleep, and all too ready to ask question of the Jormangundr itself if they believe the Wyrm can answer their petty riddles. Evaluate each of the Stargazers individually -- much as with the Silent Striders -- For they are very independent and each one follows his own beliefs. They can fight, and I wish they would, because we cannot do everything.
I do not trust the Pure Ones, and I especially do not trust these shamans. They are both secretive and paranoid; they look for the Wyrm in places where the rocks are set just so, or where the wind blows too cold. They try to placate the Wyrm rather than doing battle against it. Also, they whine too much, crying that their lands would still be pure if not for our coming here. They would rather smoke their sacred pot and eat their sacred peyote then fight in our sacred war against Gaia's enemies. Medicine men have their place, but awhole tribe of them? No, they are weak and try to hide their weakness behind ceremonies that are ineffectual at best.
There are too many of these slovenly near-warriors. They dress themselves in feathers and claim that they kept the Pure Lands free of corruption, but I noticed they fell quickly enough when real Garou showed up. They sit on their reservations, drinking whiskey and whining about how poorly they've been treated, all the while swearing vengeance against us all. We have nothing to fear from these fools; they have already lost the war. Like the rednecks in the Southern states, they insist in their pride that they have only lost a battle. But it is not the Get of Fenris who now live in the deserts, feeding of lizards. These Wendigo crawl with their tails between their legs and whine at the government, claiming that we have taken away what is theirs by right. I say let them take it back if they can; I have long grown tired of their sniveling. The only difference between the Bone Gnawers and the Wendigo is that the Bone Gnawers will openly confess to their cowardice. The Wendigo claim to mourn the loss of the Croatan tribe, and i believe they do. But at least the Coatan died with honor. The Wendigo no longer have any dignity.
