The Fall of Hindmost-Took-the-Devil
As Told By
Dreaded Howl son of Red-Death-Smiles daughter of Peace Coming daughter of Hold-the-Night
son of Hindmost-Took-the-Devil
A long time ago, a country of religious deviants and tax evaders declared its
independence from a crumbling empire. Before an entire century had passed, it was reduced to a
loose pack of squabbling pups. Two leaders emerged from this pack. They were known as
Johnny Reb and Yankee Doodle.
Johnny Reb's packmates were few but their Rage was high and their claws were sharp.
Yankee Doodle's pack was large and their spears' flight was longer and surer than the crude
tools of Johnny Reb. Each pack warred violently with the other, the combined killing nearly
surpassing that of the Impergium with their numbers. Each side fought and each side was
determined to win or die.
In the mountains along the borders of the packs' territories, there lied a caern of middling
power. The Sept of the Smoldering Coals protected it, but had dispersed to fight alongside
Johnny Reb and Yankee Doodle. One Garou remained to guard the caern. He was Hindmost-Took-the-Devil, a Fianna Ragabash of great renown. Knowing not how to perform many moot
rites himself, he gained the monthly aid of a pack of Silver Fangs by taking their oaths while
their minds were muddled from his strong drink.
Not once, but thrice did Hindmost-Took-the-Devil save the caern and surround peoples
and area from fomori allied with Johnny Reb's pack. The first group he lured into the dwelling
of a great and mighty bear. The second group he tricked into fighting amongst themselves until
they had slain themselves. The third he destroyed over a period of two days and nights,
beheading the hindmost and depositing the body in their center.
Word of Hindmost-Took-the-Devil's successes traveled far and wide throughout both
Yankee Doodle and Johnny Reb's packs. They each sent parties to invite him to join their
packs.
Yankee Doodle's packmates arrived first. They offered beautiful women, fine weapons,
and more good food and strong drink than an entire sept of Garou could finish in a dozen
lifetimes. Wary of tricks and ready for battle, Hindmost-Took-the-Devil declined. To his
surprise, they left peacefully.
That night, a woman's screams reached the mighty Garou's ears. He followed the cries
to discover Yankee Doodle's emissaries taking turns accosting a young woman. Hindmost-Took-the-Devil lusted for blood, and he got it. The entire party was slain within moments.
After his claws had found purchase in the throat of the last, Hindmost-Took-the-Devil turned to
aid the young woman. She appeared to be near death, so the Ragabash scooped up her body to
run for aid. When she was over his shoulder, however, he felt the bite of silver sink deep into
his back. So he died as he lived, through trickery and wits.
I drink this night in honor of Hindmost-Took-the-Devil, more clever than the fox and more vicious than the wolverine, guardian of caerns and tricker of Wyrm's servants. A Garou and Fianna at his finest.