Black Furies Tribe Pin
Black Furies Tribe Pin
An engraved and enameled clan pin featuring 3D detailing of the Black Furies symbol.
Metal finish: Antique Gold
Show your affiliation at your next Mind’s Eye Theatre LARP event. (Or just wear this every day because it looks awesome!)
Classic Vampire: The Masquerade clan pins are some of the most highly sought after merchandise ever made for the Mind’s Eye Theatre community. By Night Studios is pleased to offer Werewolf: The Apocalypse fans their very own pin sets for the first time!
This engraved and enameled clan pin features 3D detailing to make sure it stands out on your costume or every day clothing. The metal is raised with inset black lacquer to give our clan pins depth and eye-catching appeal. Each uses a butterfly clutch to ensure your pin will stay on through Moots, battles with Pentex, Umbral trips, and even meetings with the Corax. (Ooh, shiny!)
About the Black Furies from Mind’s Eye Theatre: Werewolf The Apocalypse:
Where the weak suffer and those who are silenced agonize without acknowledgment, the Black Furies rage. Uncompromising on the concept of justice and vengeful when provoked by those who violate others, the Black Furies exist as ruthless arbiters of righteousness and balance. They worship the Wyld and their goddess through mystic rites and forceful action, knowing that she requires protection—along with desire, blood, sacrifice, sex, and violence—from those who serve her, whether her servants are maidens, mothers, or crones. They fiercely defend the precarious balance, bringing hope to the darkest places, even if they must use claw and fang to do so.
The Black Furies trace their origins back to Greece, where they believe they were gathered by Luna under her guise as Artemis. She chose women as her defenders, calling them to become protectors of the Wyld and its sacred places, guarding those weakened by subjugators. The Furies took the forms of the Amazons, the Maenads, and the Valkyries, celebrating the feminine strength that made them unique. They kept their female Cubs, raising them in this tradition. Male Cubs were either sacrificed—their blood fueling rites and rituals—or given away to other tribes, as the Black Furies believed men incapable of understanding the necessary requirements to truly serve Luna. Wherever females struggled to eke power among religious or political forces that would rather see them on their knees, the Furies fought to bring women to their feet.
Then, the Black Furies were not merely Luna’s claws and fangs, but also her priestesses. They took up Luna’s calling, incorporating her ebbs and flows into their faith. When Luna shined as a mere wisp, they were her maidens, dedicated to gaining independence in the world and defending others who sought to break the literal and metaphorical chains that bound them. When Luna grew heavy, her Furies learned of the duties of motherhood and of the price of protecting the weak and defenseless, regardless of the cost to themselves. When Luna waned, exhausted from her many efforts, those who took the mantle of Crone provided the wisdom necessary to protect the Wyld and to continue the cycle anew.
The wake of the Red Star devastated the Black Furies. They had proudly served as Luna’s most passionate protectors and the most stringent adherents to Pegasus’ guidance, excluding those who disagreed with their methods and executing without forgiveness those who dared violate their tenets. In war, they acted as their kinfolk’s shield and safeguarded humans caught in the fray, rejecting the support of the Garou Nation.
In the onslaught of the Age of Apocalypse, they lost numerous elders, and the Furies’ public leadership broke apart and reformed constantly, frequently losing its most senior members. Whispered rumors suggested that their private leadership suffered a similar fate. Some Furies argued that they should abandon the Garou Nation altogether as the Stargazers once did, in order to discover their own way. Others argued to return to the old ways. The sisterhood threatened itself with bloodshed.
The Inner Calyx met secretly and announced that a young Athro Philodox, Alika Kalonimos, would represent the Black Furies on the Garou Nation’s Council of Tribes. This announcement was a surprise upset and caused a good deal of turmoil within the ranks, but when asked, the Inner Calyx and the wise women of the tribe only answered, “she was chosen by Luna and Pegasus.”
When the smoke and the confusion cleared, the Black Furies faced a choice—they could adapt to the Age of Apocalypse, or they could become extinct. Kalonimos brokered a deal with Sabine “Silver-Swift” LaCoix, Queen of the Silver Fang House of Unbreakable Hearth; their negotiation brought the Black Furies into the Sanctum of Gaia. The tribe’s priestesses brought a new reverence of the old rites to the faction, and with their new allies help, they stemmed the rising tide of Harano that threatened the Garou Nation. The Black Furies’ devotion to the Wyld has ensured that the nation as a whole hasn’t yet been corrupted by the Weaver.
The Black Furies are no softer, no less wrathful, but their viewpoints have evolved, due to their new leadership. The Age of Apocalypse has shown them that the equality they seek so viciously is a complex issue, involving more than just women and children. They realized that their exclusivity would damn them, and they started to heavily recruit other Garou and kinfolk from other tribes, bringing disenfranchised women under their wing. Those who identify as having the hearts women also received the blessing of Artemis and have been welcomed to the tribe. There are even reports that the Black Furies are keeping their male cubs, instead of sending them to other tribes to be raised, as the Furies need to make sure their beliefs in equality and balance, as well as the sacredness of the Wyld survive, regardless of gender lines.
Change is never easy. Despite their newly opened mindset, there are rumors of a rift between modern and traditional Furies regarding how lenient and accepting present-day Black Furies are perceived by other werewolves. This disquiet within the tribe has only fueled its members’ rage and hunger for retribution.
When the oppressed cry out, the Furies respond with righteous deeds, not calming words. When the Wyrm threatens the balance they seek, they rend its minions from gut to chin. They are Luna’s warriors, her frenzied worshippers, and the Wyld’s madness runs thick in their souls, a battle song for their fury.