How to Strain Your Dragon
Dramatis personæ
The following characters are Player Characters, which means that while they are very well defined in terms of behaviour and relationships, they may bend a few stereotypes of the World of Darkness.
Kate Collins: Shining Gumagan Mokole, child of Volcano. Wrecker, trucker. Usually a young Australian aboriginal woman, occasionally a perentie, other times an oversized armour-plated spiny parasaurolophus.
Theodorus: Powerful being cursed in to form of mundane semi truck.
Zach Tizonneaux: Shrouded Mokole Mbembe, child of Finch. Brightly-attired copper-skinned youth. Trim archid form appears as a human-sized chameleon with gecko pads. Capable of human speech in any form.
Maxamillion Karnaj: Philodox Glasswalker ex-Shadow Lord, child of Hummingbird. Cursed ex-millionaire trying to re-establish stolen identity. Currently attempting mechanic apprenticeship under strict supervision of somewhat distrusting Mokole Kate.
Dear Jimmy,
Well here I am again, still alive and kicking despite the best efforts of my companions. I hope this letter finds you well. It's been pretty miserable here for the most part, it's wintertime and it's constantly overcast. I haven't seen the sun in months, and it's not doing much for my temperament (although it's not as bad for me as it is for my friend Zach- cloudy days really get to him, if you know what I mean.
You're not going to believe this, but I've taken on an apprentice. I know! Even better (worse?) he's one of my 'missions' if you know what I mean. I'm actually really grateful for the opportunity. It's nice to be working shoulder-to-shoulder with the natives, and he follows the rules I set down. Additionally, I have been learning a lot about his people which has been very fortunate. I still think they're strange and a little barbaric but I guess you're going to get that when your people's destiny is what it is. Pretty much everyday I thank Gaia I am what I am and -maybe more importantly- I'm not what I'm not!
In between my mission work and apprenticeship work's been good. Reliquary Wreckers is pretty slow, which gives me lots of free time to pursue my other interests, and it's rural and private with a lot of space, which gives me a lot of freedom to pursue my other interests. I had a funny experience the other day, I was fixing up a Dodge van. I started talking to the engine, you know, trying to maybe get it to tell me what was wrong with it (hee hee...) gave it a bit if a shake and a damned gremlin fell out right in front of me! So of course I asked it what the hell it thought it was doing, and it said it had gotten lost, and it thanked me for setting it free, ha ha.
But it hadn't been a gremlin really, It was a spirit, a part of a car engine. A belt-spirit of all things. I knew there were a lot of spirits, but seriously...? The tiny spirit implored me tenaciously.
"There must be something I can do for you!" it warbled. It wasn't a very powerful looking spirit. I was doubtful.
"Can you teach me anything?" I asked. "Do you have any gifts?"
"I can teach you about belts!" The spirit enthusiastically offered. Eh, I was a mechanic, I knew about belts.
"I mean, like, ah-"
"Our job is to give and take and give and take. We need balance. We take what you have, and we share it with they who need it. We thrive under friction. We constrict. We like to keep things tight. We-"
"THANKYOU," I interrupted. "Ah, it's okay, I mean, thanks. The spirit looked crestfallen.
"You- you do not need our philosophy..?" it whimpered.
"It's not that. It's just-"
"It is okay. I will find another way to make it up to you," the spirit declared.
If you know what I mean. Heh heh. Oops, it looks like someone is coming in to the yard, I've got a customer! I'll be right back.
I peered through the window at the shiny black Audi that has just pulled in to the yard and parked a little away from my office. Four highly-suspicious looking suited men in sunglasses stepped out and started glancing around the yard. I peered carefully at them, looking for what was really wearing the suits, and saw a pack of wolves following an alpha. I gave a little curse- my employed Garou ambassador was on a private trip, and I didn't have any backup. Hopefully these wolves weren't looking for trouble. I stepped out of the office to face whatever they were bringing, crossing my arms.