Apocalypse

Weaver Ascendant (Pre-Fall)

Blinded by the Wyrm’s corruption, Garou remained oblivious to the Wever’s subtle threat. By the time they realized it, it's victory was all but assured. As it grew in power, it's pawns became more zealous in their eradication of imperfection. With methodical precision, agents of the Weaver calcified Caerns as it's drones hunted the changing breeds. They spared only those who surrendered their will to the Onesong and joined the Weaver as drones. In this, the Glass Walkers were all but lost.

Shifters who survived turned their attention to fight the Weaver. But this new enemy was entrenched in every facet of the world, and was far more organized than the Wyrm. Worse, its calcification of the world thickened the Gauntlet to impassibility. Hunted, cornered, and cut off from the Umbra, the Garou feared it was a losing battle. Unexpected allies appeared to turn the tide. Black Spiral Dancers, nearly eradicated by the Weaver’s minions, proposed a radical option. Free the Wyrm from the Weaver’s web, allow it to destroy the Weaver’s stasis, and restore the balance as it was meant to do.

Freeing the Wyrm

Three Septs accepted this quest: Thunderstrike Sept in Russia, Sept of the Blood Fist, in the Black Forest of Germany, and the Sept of Eternal Glory, in Vancouver. Striking on multiple fronts, the Weaver’s control of the physical realm cracked, giving them a brief opening to step into the Umbra... perhaps for the last time. Songs are sung of the glory and sacrifice of the three Septs and the dangers they faced as they traveled through the Umbra to Malfeas, and of the glorious battle to free the Wyrm. Though their quest succeeded, many fell. As they weakened the Wyrm’s bindings, it tore at the Weaver’s Webs, the first of them to fall was the shroud. The eye of the Wyrm opened fully, and Anthelios, the black sun, rose.

Apocalypse

The Wyrm wasted no time destroying the Weaver’s patterns. With the fall of the shroud, the world slipped into chaos and the Weaver’s control faltered, but it did not relent. It tried in vain to bind the Wyrm once again, but only served to slow it. The Wyrm’s newfound freedom did not cure eons of madness. It destroyed indiscriminately and continued to spread corruption. Many fell to the Wyrm’s madness, growing the ranks of the corrupted tribes. Worse, vampires emerged in great number, no longer hindered by the light of Helios. Those who remained pure of the Wyrm’s touch found themselves once again in a war and outnumbered. Many questioned if they had made the right choice.

Striking a Balance

Years went by in a constant struggle for survival. When dreams vanished from the world, the Weaver regained its foothold. Stagnation reigned. For a time, the shifters believed the Weaver had once again trapped the Wyrm. When the Wyrm resurfaced, it did so with a renewed sense of purpose, its madness no longer in complete control. The Wyrm redoubled its efforts to bring about destruction and change. War and conflict raged as disasters devastated the world. Some say that these upheavals were the death throes of Gaia, herself. The Weaver’s grip on the world, and it's own sanity, slipped completely. As it became lost in its own growing madness, it's daughter, Ananasa, stepped in to fulfill her purpose and restore balance to the Triat.