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"Since you asked, Carlotta, here's the brief tale of how I was named a hero in Stratford.
"We had Garou trouble, back in November of '98. Seems that a while before that, they'd sent some of their cubs along to show that they held the peace to be important...
Course, they turned up in war-form as a mark of respect or something, and they were killed by the Brujah door guards.
So the Garou leader and his second-in-command turned up and said that if we didn't win one of three challenges, we were gonna be dog-meat. Sadly, at the time he was saying it, the Brujah Sheriff was goaded into frenzy and attacked the weres. Sheriff was killed, obviously, and the Garou ruled that that was the first challenge.
The next one was a couple of months later, a Nos by the name of Jacob Poleskov had a fight with the Garou leader in the sewers, and lost. Second challenge down; if we didn't win the third then it was to be all-out war.
That night, the Garou ambassador, Spirit of the Mother, told the Prince that there was one person in the Domain with enough honour to be a worthy fighter -- me.
I didn't like the sound of this, as I don't really like the concept of taking on a ten-foot tall grizzly thing of death one-on-one, but that's what I volunteered to do to save my Domain -- or at least to have a _chance_ to save the Domain.
I spent some time preparing, learning what hurt weres and so forth...I even learnt some Obfuscate off a nice Nosferatu lass called Winter.
[He smiles bitterly]
Anyhow, the fight came, and Spirit and I were toe to toe. When we started, he dodged out of the way of the silver dust I threw in his eyes, and started clawing me...it hurt, a _lot_. I fought back, got a few slashes back in, but he nearly had me...
Then the Black Spiral Dancers attacked; my old friend, Bob the Nos, had summoned them, stupid bastard. Spirit and I fought side by side, taking them down, but Spirit got killed and I got torpored...
I woke up and Sister Nemesis was feeding me blood. I nearly frenzied in her face but managed to pull back. So, wounded, I stepped up to fight against Spirit's second -- Fist of Stone, the Garou champion. I didn't have a hope, and that's when love interfered. Winter, the Nos, asked Uriel of the Host, a large Brujah chappie, to fight for me cos I was gonna die, and I stepped back and let him because she asked _real_ nice.
Uriel kicked the shit out of Fist, no two ways about it. But for my part in the whole thing, the Harpy and the Prince named me *Heroic*, and that's how I became a Hero of Stratford.
Joseph Thorn
Wilderness Blood of the Camarilla
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