Everything

Martina “Clears-the-Ancient-Path” Sarris, Black Fury Ragabash

It took me every trick I knew to find my way to the spirit’s little pocket realm. After the better part of a day,

I’d given up until I suddenly remembered one last bit that almost never works, but just this once it panned out. I had to forget that I was looking for it, getting lost while focusing on my worries.

The negotiation went badly at first. I immediately introduced myself, forgetting that names are anathema to the spirit. It likes things that are forgotten and lost, and names declare things to be too important to lose.

In my defense, it threw me off-guard when it took the shape of Uncle Derek. I’d put him out of my mind years ago, after the argument with my mother that split up our family. The memory-broker was a bit of a sleaze. I’d bet he did it intentionally. He pissed me off, but I had to remember I was there for Carla. Whatever she’d seen those Spirals do was just too much. The only way to put a stop to the nightmares and crying was to find out what happened and, well, I didn’t have a plan beyond that. I’d cross that bridge when it came to it.

I’m not proud of leaning on its ban to antagonize it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, if I had to. And I almost lost it when it named its price. How could I steal from someone that trusted me? I mean, after I got what I wanted I could probably tell her, but I know things go badly when you double-cross a spirit.

It almost makes it worse that I know she’d forgive me if she found out.

Anything in the world — be that physical objects, animals, and even ideas — has a spirit, and can have that spirit awakened. This section provides a number of sample spirits that Storytellers can use whole-cloth or pillage for inspiration.