Beneath the cities of humankind,
in darkened, twisting tunnels, the lowliest of the changing breeds hangs
on tightly to survival. They no longer care for there duty as humanities
caretakers; since the events of the impergium and the War of Rage, the
Ratkin are no longer interested in fighting the Garou to reclaim there
old role. A few still act to cull the herd every now and again..popular
Garou legend has it that the black plague was a singular example of the
Ratkin taking a breif, dark interest in their original duties...but for
the most part, the Ratkin can't be bothered with anythign having to do
with Gaia, the changing breeds or really anything other than getting by.
As far as they are concerned getting through the apocolypse is priority
one.
The Ratkin have never been
tied to any geographic area...wherever cites grew up Ratkin followed. Their
culture often grows from the human civilizations that they live under,
although the heart of their society remains frighteningly alien to most
mortals. The children of the rat are motley, mismatched lot...they
have never been able to be too selective about their kinfolk, and the blood
of the outcasts of a thousand different collective cultures runs through
their veins.
A wave of tension is sweeping
the Ratkin nation, and more and more paranoid are called under the cities
each year. The Ratkin have been watching the signs very carefully, and
many of their elders are convinced that the final battles are beggining
to erupt. Privy to the hellish wars that rage quietly beneath the surface
of the average urban enviroment, the ratfolk see a new potent of doom behind
each new upheaval in vampiric society and every battle waged between the
mystiks and the cities. The time is here, they chitter to one another.
And make plans to survive
however they must.
Quote - "I don't care what rules you are used to topside. Down here everything is different. Ain't no sun or moon or freinds to watch your back...fella, the only things with eyes on your back are us."
Stereo Types
-Garou: (furious stream of obsceneties)
-Ananasi: Creepy,creepy, I aint kiddin, not bein on anybodys side but your own, I can understand, but the ananasi are on someone's side, and I dunno whose. Ya can't second geuss em and thats scarey
-Corax: Yeah sometimes they come down here and try to talk to you all nice, but you know they can't wait to get back topside and stretch their wings once they've got their info. Hell with em.
-Mokole: Yeah, yeah, you hear stories of sewer gators, but the werecrocs stay the hell in their swamps and the hell outta the city, good thing too ::shudder::
-Nagah: Don't listen to that crazy
old rat in the corner. The snakes died out a long time ago, and good riddance
to their baby-eatin hides.
