Pack outcast

The true predator kills only what it needs. It is not I who
have betrayed our ways.

For your whole life, you’ve been one with the pack.
Not all members of the Gray Wolf tribe manifest the
beast within in the same way, but you all share it
to one extent or another, feeling it bind you in ways
few other people can comprehend. You are warriors
among your humanoid kin, predators among the
beasts of the woodland. You move as one, you live as
one, you hunt as one.

Or rather, you did.

For uncounted generations, your people have venerated
the five spiritual pillars on which Gray Wolf
culture is based- tradition, the primal spirits, your
god Uthgar, the spirits of your ancestors, and the
natural order. It never crossed your mind what might
happen if the tribe violated any of those precepts,
because such a thing was unthinkable. But in the end,
the unthinkable happened.

In retrospect, you could see the first hints long
before things went truly wrong. The current Gray
Wolf leaders are more vicious, more bloodthirsty,
than those who came before. The Gray Wolf Uthgardt
has always been a violent tribe- you carry the fury
of the werewolf, after all. However, where you once
killed only for sustenance or in defense of your tribal
territories near Vellosk, your folk have become raiders as much as

Gray Wolf hunters began to kill for material gain even,
on dark occasion, for sport. Then that darkness
was deepened when the shadowed ones came, claiming
to represent ancient Netheril reborn. Through
honeyed words and the invocation of ancient and
long-forgotten alliances, they enticed your leaders
into an insidious pact.

The history of your tribe has been passed down
through generations as stories told by the fireside,
and the tales the Netherese told matched those stories.
The Uthgardt did come from the blood of old
Netheril. The lycanthropy that makes the Gray Wolf
tribe strong originated in descendants of Netheril,
when refugees from fallen Gauntlgrym carried the curse into the tribe.

Yet these facts alone would not have been enough
to form an alliance had not the pack’s leaders hungered
for the glory of which the shadowed ones
spoke. They said that just as old blood ties could be
remembered, so too could the glory of the Uthgardt
be revived. Conquest would achieve that glory, and
when the Netherese controlled the North, the Gray
Wolf tribe would be the masters of everything else.

Now, your kin fight, kill, and die in the name of
motives and goals not their own. However, though
doing so went against everything you’d ever been
taught, you are among the few who have refused to
take up the darkness of this new path. Your instincts
told you it was right to do so, even as the Gray Wolf
leaders cast you out. Your tribe called you weak and
unworthy, yet you left with your head held high.

Indeed, from what you have heard, it’s a good
thing you made your stand when you did. Had you
waited, your punishment might have been more final
than exile. Whispered messages, passed to you by
those who feel as you do, suggest that the tribe’s leaders
are now willing to slaughter their own- not in
proper challenge, but in cold-blooded murder.

You have a new purpose now. You must drive the
shadows of Netheril from the North, finding a way
to purge your tribe of the unsavory influences of that
land. Only when you set the tribe on the right path
will you win back your place in it.

You remain a creature of the pack, however, and
you know you cannot realize your purpose alone. You
must find new allies- a temporary pack to replace the
one you have lost.

Pack outcast

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