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I hear their voices. The earth grows hot with anger. The wind is cold with scorn. They are all around us, awaiting my call.

The sickle-shaped crescent moon grants the gift of insight. The Theurges are the mystics of the Garou, closer than any to the Umbra and its denizens. They peer deep into the shadowed recesses of the spirit world, and are tasked with dealing with the secrets they find there — one way or another.

Some call these seers the daydreamers of the were­ wolves, and many do seem to be a bit detached from their brethren. They can see and hear things that others can­ not, as if they live half in the world of the physical and half in the world of the spirit. For all her alien solitude, though, the Theurge holds an important place in any pack. Without her, the werewolves would forget the spiritual side of their nature. They might wander lost and blind if they did not have her visions and dreams to guide them.

Initial Rage: 2

Stereotype: The Crescent Moons can be strange and enigmatic, prone to falling into the convoluted symbolic logic of the spirits they truck with rather than the more familiar logic of humanity. Those Theurges born under the waning moon frequently have a harsher, more adversarial relationship with the spirit world — they tend to excel at binding and forcing spirits to their will, and are more vicious when battling spirits. Theurges born under the waxing moon tend to be more generous and open with the spirits, charming and cajoling rather than intimidat­ ing and threatening.