Mage: The Ascension - The Shadow Walker

A New Life

As everyone knows that, magick is both a blessing and a curse, yes, but it also opens doors to new paths rather than the path so far, every magician choses a new path, either for the greater good or for the path of evil, there are many paths there aswell, leading to Ascension or death in the most horrible and painful ways possible, everybody thinks twice before taking a decision, because every decision leads to a certain path, yes, this world is difficult even as a simple man, but as a magician the difficulty increases ten times, even a thousand times! Things arent different not even for Andrea, standing on the peak of a mountain, staring down at the town from the Umbral lands of Caeleste Town, she stares down the peak of Apollyon mountain... it's been a long road from the forests nearby Seattle to the place far south, standing by the side of the unicorn she notices the lunes running all across the land in a frenzy due to the storm, she caught the last moonbridge to that location all by herself, luckily, because the Garou wouldn't be so happy to see a magi using a path that mostly only Garou or spirits take, now that the storm has come there were no more moonbridges for some time, she gazes upon the Lunes for a couple of seconds shaking her head then returns to her Unicorn, which never left her side, always protected and made sure she's safe, then back to the town with a smile on her face.

„Do you think this town is a proper one, friend?" says Andrea with a confident tone, gazing down to the town.

„I suppose so, this town is the only town that'll give you the „proper" dose of adrenaline you need." The unicorn chuckles while stating that then nods to her.

Andrea pats the Unicorn, giving a second though about her adventure so far, the Technocrats and the marauder Well, damn it, I've been through alot in the past few months ever since my Awakening... I never though this is even true at the very begining, but now... gosh, I trust that my skills are more than enough to survive this new life.

„Are you ready, Andrea?" says the unicorn lowering himself to her level.

„I suppose so." She takes a step backward then hops on the back of the unicorn, gazing down the hill where they're supposed to reach, then to the woods where they should've headed straight.

Gazing down to the base of the mountain she notices the street where Pattern Spiders continue to crawl for hours, without stopping, then she gazes down to the town as she chants something in Odu, finally seeing the town as it truly is in the skinlands, she could barely see though, due to the storm she sees a few groups of people running towards the local bar where they could find shelter from the as were doing nothing but chatting, god knows what.

Now that she's seen their path she pats the unicorn on its forehead as it starts running downhill, taking the safest path away from the street crawling with Pattern Spiders that could even attack or carry them away from their destination, the lands of Wyld, the forest.

They ride through the crowds of Pattern Spiders with ease this time, continuing their path down into the woods, Andrea takes a final look, peeking in the skinlands as she sees a combat going on, two Garou fighting, both in their warforms, it appears that one of them had a stench of corruption coming from him as his deformed Crinos form carries the fight, without hesitating they both sidestep to the Umbra, taking their fight there.

The Wyrm Howler with a growl full of anger sends a claw directed at Garou's chest, sending him flying to the ground, it looks like the fight was over, but the Garou rises and darts at him, but same reaction, it flies to the ground, almost dead, it couldn't even lift up.

„We have to help him!" Says Andrea holding her staff in her right hand as she chants in Odu the word for „lightning" she builds a barrier around herself and the unicorn as they ride in, the unicorn sending its corn through the Howler's chest, aswell the barrier sending it's electric waves towads the Spiral, sending him flying to the ground, dead.