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The Hounds of Hell is a Werewolf: The Apocalypse Online Role Playing Game based on the World of Darkness systems from White Wolf Game Studios.
A multimedia experience through Online live chat and Forum based Interaction.
Hounds of Hell is pleased to be entering their 3rd year running as an online 24 / 7 game, celebrating this milestone we are beginning our new chronicle of the Hounds of Hell story.
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Many moons ago, this story started with one Garou leaving the sept of Modesto, California, jaded and angered at the ways of the Garou Nation.
Taking his family and those who would follow him and his Motorbike Club on the road to find the true path of Gaia, and the beginning the search for a new home. What John Killdare sought was the holy grail in these times, a natural Caern. A place he, his family and the people who travelled with them could call home in Gaia's true garden. Tired of the half measures and puritanical ways of many of the Caerns they promised each other they would never be the same way. So the Hounds of Hell were born into existence.
The Hounds travelled down into the dusty deserts of California and vastly beyond into other states, meeting other wanders and outcasts along the way, many of whom came with their own tales to tell and scores to settle. As the Hounds passed states, cities, Septs and Caerns, many stories came to light about the Garou, The Nation and even each other in the long nights and days on the road.
Over time each of the Hounds of Hell had been tested and this only continued into the darker days of Gaia's paradise. As the Hounds grew in number they saw the vast world around them changing from their very actions and dreams coming to fruition.
People have came and went along the road, friendships made and broken as the trials the Garou and their kinfolk face made or broke many things, even
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their very lives. As the tyrants and heroes of the world continued their great wars, the Hounds looked to their allies and friends. Caerns and Septs along the way built in alliance and brotherhood in the dark. The Hounds began a campaign to reclaim one of the greatest caerns lost to time. The Caern of Walhalla, a sacred place to the Get of Fenris. The Fight for this place was long and hard, many of the Hounds fell in the balance against the Wyrm and in one terrible incident, each other.
As the Caern started to settle however, the Hounds had more and more difficulty dealing without their beloved road, without the freedom they had known and in a bold gesture, the Hounds rode out from Walhalla in unity and convoy of motorbikes and the small amount of RV's they had. Storms of the spirit world blazing around them.
Onward they roamed across America, fighting the wyrm where it dwelled and where it's claws and fangs lusted for blood. As the nets of banes had closed around them an act of sacrifice would said to have bought them time and a way out to ensure the Hounds of Hell the future they so desperately wanted to have. It is said with this that the Founding Patriach of the Hounds, John Killdare, died.
Family comes First
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Limping on for merely a few more weeks under the steering of Bren MacFarlene who could only bring them to safety rather than further down their path. The Hounds soon started to splinter off from the great nomadic camp, calling to return to home Caerns and left behind families. Bren himself even moving off for his Tribe's Caern of Nightsky to be with his children.
The wounded and dying nomadic camp came back to the hands of Lucas Killdare. With his brother, they limped back to Modesto to a fool's welcome, reviled and hated.
They had done everything they could in order to fight the Wyrm, but now they were just a bunch of broken bikers who were licking their wounds, alone and mistrusted.
Graves lining the path with the names of brothers, sisters, children and friends. One such grave haunts them most of all, one unmarked and lost, the grave of their father. The founder of the Club. John Killdare.
Once the old Club took to their own ways, most of them scattered to the many corners of the world, some never to be seen again. But it was just a few who stayed behind with the dream of the days long past.
Misted memories of dusty campsites and brothers in arms. Now they stand once again together as reports are coming in, the old members of the "Club" are starting to show up dead. But it is during one fateful day that a close pair of
friends bring news to the brothers. By decree, The Hounds of Hell would no longer be welcome to remain within residence of the Caerns of the Northern Protectorate.. by word of the King.
The Hounds of Hell, deemed expendable, loose cannons, bane wanderers. But more so than that, they provided a safety barrier that the king was not willing to let go. After all... who would miss a bunch of nomadic bikers?
Lucas and Logan Killdare took the oppertunity, sending those of the Hounds with families and lesser ties to those Caerns who would hold them. However the brothers geared for the war they knew was coming around the corner. Something so terrifyingly rotten with the Nation. It was not too much to ignore and too big to bypass, this was now their responsibility.
Recovering the great RV named "The Beast" they and several of the old Hounds Warder faction flared the winding roads again with the gianormous roars of engines, the burning rubber and singing wheels of their bike, riding out once more from California and headed for the desert trail they had started only a few years before with their wandering father and so many others now lost to the winds.