‘Frail crescent Moon, seven times J bow my head. Since of the night you are the mystic queen: May your sweet influence in her dews be shed!’ So ran by heart the rune in secret said: Relic of heathen forebears centuries dead? Or just a child’s, in play with the Unseen? — Walter de la Mare, “Benighted”
Greetings and welcome!
Sit your arse down here and relax. Get a drink if you’d like. I’ve got a long story to tell you. It’s the story of our tribe, the epic of the Fianna. But before I begin, I want you to do something. Close your eyes and listen. Listen carefully. What do you hear? Silence?
If that’s all, then you aren’t listening. There’s always something to hear, it you young cubs would stop talking long enough to listen for it. That’s what my uncle used to tell me.
The damn rumhle of traffic and the huzz of streetlights are the sounds of the Weaver. The background noise humans spend their lives ignoring… that’s the Song of Gaia. The sounds of the land. The buzz of the insects, the soft burbling of water, these are the sounds of life, the sounds of Gaia. When the cold rhythms of the Weaver drown out the Song of Gaia, then you know the land’s hurting.
Most Garou, even members of our tribe, don’t understand our tribal name: Fianna. A few think it has to Jo with faerie,
but fewer still know that it was the name of the followers of Fionn mac Cumhail. You see, Fionn mac Cumhail, besides being a great hero and Kinfolk, was the protector of the land.
Now, the Irish Garou will tell you that’s the whole story. They say our tribe exists to protect the Emerald Isle, and there you are. However, not all Fianna are Irish. We’re more than the protectors of Erin. We’re the guardians of Gaia. We take care of the lakes and streams. We watch over the ancient sites and the hollow hills. We not only protect the physical land, but the spirit of the world as well. That’s why even the Brotherhood ot Herne are Fianna.
Back to the talc I’ll weave for you this evening… It’s the story of our tribe, who we are and where we’re going. But I’m only going to tell you part of it. The rest you’ll have to discover for yourself. Our history is everywhere, even in the legends, moots and songs of all the other tribes. Half of their stories are just versions of ours. Don’t worry, you’ll have an uncle to help you sort it all out.
So, get a drink and listen well. All too soon this will be your story to tell…

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