Bone Club Rite

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Lore of the Forsaken p. 122
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The children of Father Wolf have warred with both humans and each other since the Sundering. Humans fall like chaff before the powerful talons and burning rage of the Uratha, but werewolves find worthier foes in their own kind, be they other Forsaken or the Pure. A rampaging pack of werewolves who have lost much of their inner Harmony will lash out at both humans and other werewolves. They try to gain respect from their savagery without realizing that control and balance is what they need. This rite gives the ritualist a powerful tool to stop such a rampage.

This is the first ritual dedicated to war between werewolves that the Uratha know of. One tale speaks of an Elodoth awaiting attack, placating the spirits of those his foes had slain to come to his aid and empower a mighty weapon. Others tell of the Ithaeur who forced aid from the spirits of his own victims to help him destroy his enemy. The one thing that the stories agree on is the ferocity with which the wielder of a Bone Club will strike down his foe, shrugging off blows that would cripple any other werewolf.

Performing the Rite

The ritemaster carves intricate patterns of glyphs signifying death and war into a bone taken from a victim of her foe. She then lays the bone at the center of a circle of fire — of any kind, from enmeshed twigs to gasoline — and howls litanies of the fallen and tales of her enemy’s actions to the sun. The ritualist cuts her palms and throws droplets of her blood into the fire as she does, linking the bone to herself and her foe. She ends the rite by smearing her blood on the bone as she takes it from the circle. From then on, the bone is a powerful talen linked to the ritemaster, who is empowered by the rite to kill the enemy that she has named. Once that task is accomplished, or three sunsets pass after the rite’s completion, the bone crumbles to a fine dust as the spirits take their due.

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