Home is not walls. Home is the sound of boots returning at dawn. It’s a shared meal after a bad night. It’s knowing who will stand when tempers flare. The Sept survives because people choose restraint over glory. Because someone always stays behind to tend the fire. Isolation sharpens bonds instead of breaking them. Fragility demands care. The sky roars-but here, so do hearts.
What is Werewolf: The Apocalypse?
From the wiki: "In the game Werewolf: The Apocalypse, the Garou (werewolves) were made to defend the earth from the cosmic forces that threaten to tear it apart. The Garou fight against the Wyrm, the destroyer. It is a struggle against nearly insurmountable odds, especially considering the rivalry between many tribes. These rivalries make it almost impossible for the werewolves to present a unified front against a cosmic force that pervades reality.
From this morass of hatred and mutual betrayal, there is little hope that the Garou can emerge triumphant against a foe so well armed as the Wyrm. The Wyrm promises money, power, s-x, and whatever else the heart desires to its followers while the Garou receive no reward for their striving. It drives them deeper and deeper into despair, or into betrayal so deep that they choose to serve the Wyrm instead."
What is Beneath Roaring Skies?
Beneath Roaring Skies is a play by post homebrew setting within Werewolf: The Apocalypse. Set in the North Cascades National Forest in Washington State, the Sept of The Roaring Skies has remained hidden and operational during the era of the Apocalypse. Destroying deforestation attempts and oiling projects, infiltrating corporate and government agencies, fighting spiritual corruption from the forces of the Wyrm, all while trying to survive the end times. Beneath Roaring Skies is a character driven, slice of life game told through one of scenes and arcs between 1x1s and up to 3 other writers at a given time. Beneath Roaring Skies follows the stories of the Garou, their kin, other fera and denizens of the World Of Darkness - through their battles, campfire talks, political moots, and home in the wild places. They life they live in the shadows. Old grudges, new blood. Community at the end of the world.
This will be a narrative focused, dice less and stat less game. Understanding of the games lore is massively helpful.
Who I'm looking for?
Writers who value depth over speed and atmosphere over spectacle
Strong interest in worldbuilding, communal history, and shared consequences
Characters who grow, break, and change over time
Comfort writing both Garou and Kinfolk perspectives
A respect for tradition, lineage, and the weight of old promises
Collaborative players who understand that family can be your saving grace
This is not a power fantasy. This is not a dungeon crawl. This is a living sept, shaped by the hands that tend it.
If you are looking for stories rooted in the land and blood shed for it, To build a community of characters and tell their living history, Then you will find home Beneath Roaring Skies.
To find out more and apply, reach out to me through DM or post here! Bring a character concept (descriptor of characters theme and purpose, for example: Vengeful Biker, Paranoid Conspiracy Theorist, Aspiring Accountant, etc) and a potential scenario (listed below or original) that you might be interested in exploring.
Sept of The Roaring Skies
The ranch gate rises out of the dusk like an old rib bone, its iron sign—CAMP FEROCITY—clanging softly in the wind. Past it, the homesteads crouch against McGregor’s flank, lanterns glowing like watchful eyes.
The first thing you feel is the mood: grim, focused, unyielding. Garou and kin move through the clearing with the quiet purpose of people who’ve survived more winters than they’ve bragged about. Axes fall. Tools scrape. No one wastes breath. Their glances are sharp, assessing—then they return to their work.
But further in, the mountain’s edge softens. A bonfire throws gold light across the orchard, laughter rising with the sparks. A pot of stew bubbles over cedar coals. Someone strums a battered guitar while others feast, joke, and nudge each other with the rough warmth of people who’ve bled together and will again.
The caern predates recorded Garou presence in the region, having remained undisturbed in the mountains for an unknown span of time. Its remoteness protected it through centuries of shifting human activity. The Sept that now guards it, however, was not formally established until the 1960s. Following the creation of North Cascades National Park in 1962, Garou from northern Washington, lower British Columbia, and lower Alberta began making deliberate pilgrimages to the site. Over the years, several major spirits served as patrons of the caern, but Wolverine assumed stewardship after four of its pupils successfully petitioned the spirit to remain—despite Wolverine’s initial reluctance.
Camp Ferocity was founded in the 1980s, at a time when a single local pack expanded into six. These packs brought their kinfolk and human allies with them, prompting the creation of a semi-permanent settlement intended to test whether a structured community of Garou and Kin could function sustainably in the region. Under Wolverine’s guidance and the combined resilience of the settlers, the experiment was judged a success by the time of the Fall of the Garou Nation. While the caern and camp suffered losses, they endured the crisis with fewer casualties than most other holdings.
In the present day, the settlement is smaller and more tightly knit. Only four active packs remain, supported by a limited but reliable network of kinfolk and allies. Together, they maintain both the caern and Camp Ferocity as one of the few functioning Garou strongholds in the modern era.
Life here is raw. Honest. Stripped down to muscle and bone.
Life within the Sept of the Roaring Skies presents itself first as austere. The people here move with the quiet resolve of those accustomed to hardship. Their work is constant—mending tools, tracking game, tending orchards, repairing cabins battered by winter storms. The rhythm feels old-fashioned, almost ancestral, shaped by necessity rather than preference. Conversation is sparse during daylight hours, and an outsider quickly notices that every action has purpose and every gaze carries the weight of vigilance.
Yet as evening falls, the tone shifts. The same individuals who labored in near silence gather around fire pits with a warmth that seems at odds with their earlier severity. Laughter carries easily across the orchards, accompanied by songs that sound older than the cabins they echo from. Meals are shared generously, stories exchanged with a dry humor sharpened by long experience. Beneath their hard edges lies a sense of loyalty and camaraderie that binds the community together more tightly than any formal oath. To an observer, it becomes clear that endurance here is a communal act, not a solitary one.
Patron Spirit: Old Terror
Old Terror, or as it prefers to be called: Wolverine - reveals itself in a manner that challenges any outsider’s expectations of a caern’s patron. It is not a noble or grand presence but a fierce, compact force of will—sharp, wary, and profoundly intelligent. The spirit speaks in riddles or in single clipped sentences, as though testing how much the listener can understand without being guided. Its lessons arrive through difficulty rather than comfort: sudden visions, unexpected trials, long silences that force reflection.
Watching those who serve the spirit, one sees how its influence shapes the Sept’s character. Their strategies favor patience, misdirection, and resilience over direct confrontation. They seem to mirror Wolverine’s philosophy that survival is earned through stubbornness and cunning rather than brute strength alone. The spirit’s presence lingers in the tunnels beneath the mountain and in the temperament of the Garou who call this place home—a reminder that wisdom in these hills is won the hard way, and that nothing of value is granted freely.
Adam Sees Through The Murky Waters |Ghost Council | Theurge | Male | Sept Leader
A calm, deliberate man with a voice like river gravel. Adam rules through insight rather than force. He listens long, speaks rarely, and when he gives direction it’s usually exactly what was needed. His connection to the dead runs deep—he claims the shades around the homestead whisper warnings about coming changes in the valley.
Tusked One |Red Talon | Philodox | Male | Keeper of the Land |
Massive, scar-scored, far older than he looks. He is the beating heart of the wild spaces here. Tusked One distrusts humans, but tolerates kinfolk for their utility and quiet respect for the land. He ensures the Caern’s ecosystems stay in balance—and he takes any violation personally.
Quick-footed, sharp-smiled, wrapped in layered leathers and quiet charms. Hana handles diplomacy, mischief, and scouting with equal ease. They’re the one who slips down to the ferry dock, listens to strangers, and returns with both rumors and stolen pastries.
Tall, sturdy, and blunt as a splitting maul. Imogen keeps the warriors disciplined and the defenses tight. She fights not out of anger, but duty, with a steadiness born of deep compassion. When wildfire smoke rolls in, she watches the horizon like a sentinel carved from the mountain.
Note: The following is a list of story seeds and hooks to get started in this setting. All are open for interpretation, change, and expansion.
Stories
1. The Pipeline That Won’t Quit
Construction surveys press closer every month. Workers vanish. Machines go haywire. Pentex-backed “environmental consultants” stalk the woods with strange equipment. The Sept must either sabotage the project cleanly—or risk a full-scale corporate retaliation.
2. Fire on the Ridge
Lightning storms and suspicious blazes threaten the valley. Some fires smell wrong—reek of Wyrm taint or Weaver ash. If the homesteads burn, the caern might be exposed or destroyed. The Garou must uncover who (or what) is sparking these unnatural infernos.
3. The Cult of Fenris Hunts in the Dark
A splintered pack of fanatics prowls the Cascades, seeking “worthy heirs” for their twisted creed. They target young kin, lone Garou, and anyone with a trace of wolf blood. Their leader bears scars that whisper of unnatural rites.
4. The Drones Above the Trees
Silent machines drift across the treeline, appearing at odd hours, moving in patterns that feel almost… alive. Some behave like Weaver spirits bound into metal skins. Others carry a taint that hints Wyrm influence. Cooperation between the two forces is unnatural—and dangerous.
5. Kinseeking Gone Wrong
Dreams, visions, and quiet omens point toward new kinfolk hiding within distant Cascades communities—some unaware, some already hunted. But finding them risks exposure, conflict with local authorities, and crossing into contested Caerns.
6. Wolverine’s Challenge
The patron spirit disappears into the deepest burrows, leaving behind only a series of crude paintings that shift when no one looks directly at them. The Sept must descend into the tunnels and face Wolverine’s trials—each tailored to reveal ugly truths or hidden strengths.
7. The Orchard Spirits Wither
Apple trees around the Buckner homestead show signs of spiritual rot. Old orchard-spirits rasp warnings of a predator hiding beneath the rootline. Whatever burrows beneath the soil may be older—and hungrier—than expected.
Howdy sorry for the late reply, Reach out to me through pm with a character concept for an original character, if one of the stories above interest you let me know that too, but if not we can come up with something original together too. Let me know if you have any questions.
