So, for those of you who don't know, a bunch of us went into a Nightmare Realm created in the mind of a young human who was in a coma. It was made by a Wyrm-tainted Namebreaker to be one of the Wyrm's personal little torture place, where no one could get in to rescue the victims without some serious dream mojo. Well, Masha, Damien, me, Cahill, PEBE, and Liora and Sierra from the Fury pack went in to kill the Spiral pack that had kidnapped me and brought me there the night before, and to deal with my sister Jenna who broke me out and then got caught. After her Ancestor did the Rite of Dreaming for us, Lakota came with us via Dreamspeak to fight the Namebreaker for control, and thank Gaia she did, because she saved all our asses so many times. She banished the avatar of Green Dragon that was the Spiral's pack totem, took away their weapons, neutralized a room of silver, and kept the Namebreaker from turning our bones to swamp muck. In the end, we killed the Spiral pack and my sister went to Erebus, at her own request.
(++Glory for all involved, +Wisdom for Masha and Damien for summoning and healing, ++Wisdom for Lakota for serious dream-fu)
One more Garou deserves a special shout-out for this little adventure. I didn't trust Thomas Cahill when he first showed up here - he's a cop, and I've been fucked over by too many cops. Then he said he might want to join my pack! Duh, I was kinda skeptical. But not only did he agree to go on this incredibly dangerous mission with us, he proved his cojones a thousand times over in my book. There we are, facing down an avatar of Green Dragon, all flying around and breathing balefire and trying to swallow us whole. It's flying, Cahill's got no weapon that can hurt it up there, so what's he do? He waits for it to dive on us, and he fucking jumps on its back. That's right - this Cliath Theurge just jumps on the back of a goddamn Wyrm Totem and starts sinking his claws in between its scales. And damned if he didn't hold it! That thing could not shake him off, and he stayed on its back, clawing and biting until Lakota finally overpowered it with her will and sent it packing. For this I name him Dragon Rider, and I dare any of you suckers to say he's less than epically Glorious.
(++Glory for Cahill)