Derek MacMillan

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Introduction
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Derek Michael MacMillan
"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand."

xxxxxOnce upon a time, there lived a boy who was the descendant of proud heroes, the Children of the Stag, the Sons and Daughters of Fionn. His childhood was a happy one, for the Earth Mother Gaia had blessed him with the blood of the wolf, marking him as one of Her chosen defenders, the mighty Garou. But though his family loved him well and raised him to respect and honor the traditions of their tribe, his mother harbored a great secret. For the boy's father was not the Kinfolk man everyone believed, but a changeling warrior--a mighty troll. The boy's mother never spoke to anyone of her one night of indiscretion, and carried the shame of her infidelity to her grave.
xxxxxWhen he was a youth, the boy's life was a happy one. He had many friends among the Garou and Kinfolk of his tribe, who all shared with him many skills. How to fight, how to hunt, how to live off the land, and most importantly of all, how to sing. Everything imparted to the boy was given with the knowledge that one day, the wolf would rise within him, and a new warrior would take his place as Gaia's champion.
xxxxxThat day came in his sixteenth year. Now, the boy was ready to learn all the skills the Garou could not have shared with him before his First Change. How to control his shape, how to move beyond the wall between worlds, how to treat with the spirits of land and sky. But though the boy learned all these skills well, the ancient faerie blood within him was stirring. His dreams, which had always been vivid and clear, began to feature memories from lives not his own, nor those of his Garou ancestors. In his dreams, he beheld an imprisoned queen, longing for the return of her lost champion. But the boy paid no heed to these dreams, beliving them simply part of becoming one of the mighty Fianna.
xxxxxIn his seventeenth year, the boy was ready to perform his Rite of Passage. Having seen his skill with the denizens of the dream world, the elder Theurge posed the boy a challenge. Deep in a dark part of the Dreaming, a nightmare slumbered. Born from the twisted mind of a terrible monster, its existence polluted the beautiful and colorful world, threatening the innocent with terrifying nightmares. The boy, who had been born under the full moon's face, was tasked with finding this evil dream and ending it for good.
xxxxxAnd so armed with only fang and claw, the boy passed into the Dreaming. His passing was easier than his brethren in the tribe ever could ever attain, for his faerie blood was strong and pure. Deep into a darkened forest the boy traveled, seeking signs of his quarry. But though many days passed, he found no sign of his prey. On the eve of the seventh day, however, he found something else. He found the tower, and the elfin queen of his dreams.
xxxxxHungry and weary, he approached the tower and greeted the queen. Observing the proper forms and making all the obiesance required in the presence of ancient royalty. The queen recognized the boy in an instant, for he carried the blood of her long-lost champion. She invited the boy to take his ease in her tower, which the boy gladly accepted. But the queen was of a devious mind, and feared to lose her beloved knight after having found him again. And so the queen prepared a magnificent feast for the boy. But among the splendid victuals, she also placed a goblet filled with a powerful potion, laced with certain magics she knew.
xxxxxThinking nothing of the danger, the boy drained the cup and immediately fell into a deep slumber. When he awoke, he could remember nothing of his life in the waking world. The wolf in him had been stilled, allowing his faerie blood to rise to the fore. Though he did not possess a faerie soul himself, the potion worked its strange alchemies with his trollish blood to befuddle and confuse his mind. He was an easy victim for the queen, and soon his heart was hopelessly ensnared.
xxxxxHe took up his place as her champion once again, as his ancestor once was in the days of myth. He led her armies, fought her battles, and crushed her enemies. He became her willing lover, hopelessly ensorcelled by the magic with which she had bound him. But the spell was an imperfect one, and though the wolf slumbered within the boy, its dreams were fitful. On the night of the full moon, the queen would find it needful to feed her champion a fresh draught of the potion. So long as the enchantment held, she need never fear losing her beloved champion. And so it would go for twenty long years. The boy grew, as boys shall do, until he was no longer a boy, but a man.
xxxxxBut even though he had long since forgotten his beloved Mother Earth, she had not forgotten him, even in the depths of her Dreaming self. And so it came to pass that fate conspired to break the elf-queen's spell, and free the knight to pursue his true quest. For on the night of the full moon, as the queen prepared her potion, she chanced to use a knife that the kitchen staff had used to prepare the evening feast--a roast stag that the knight had brought down that very day. The blood of the stag still stained the blade, but the queen heeded not the danger, beliving her power to be more than sufficient to keep her champion in her grasp.
xxxxxAnd the knight did indeed drain the cup the queen had prepared for him. But when he tasted the blood of the stag in the potion, the wolf within him stirred for the first time in twenty long years. And later that night, as he beheld the full moon in all its splendor, his memories returned with a rush. Casting aside his courtly finery and dreamforged weapons, he fled the queen's tower, closing his ears to her heartbroken wailing. For his true quest awaited. Deep in the forest, the nightmare yet waited. The Earth Mother had need of her champion still.
xxxxxAnd there, in the deepest part of the wood, the once-knight found the terrible nightmare. Assuming his mighty war-form, he howled his challenge, and the creature answered. The battle was bloody and terrible, sending reverberations through the minds of many innocent dreamers. But in the end, the knight triumphed, and slew his foe. Taking one of its great tusks as a trophy, he turned his back upon the dream world, and sought his passage back to the world of waking. Hoping against hope that some remnant of his life before might yet remain, and that the dreaded Apocalypse had not claimed his true beloved, his Earth Mother.
xxxxxBut when the knight returned to the waking world, he found that the dream world's logic had outpaced his own, for only a mere week had passed since his departure. A great hatred for the queen was kindled in his breast then, for she had robbed him of twenty years of his life. But even so, he had returned victorious, and the Garou celebrated his Rite of Passage. The tusk he had brought with him out of dreams was fashioned into a mighty blade, and the elder Theurge bound within it a mighty spirit of war. And so he would always remember his deeds, the knight was given the name 'Wyrm's Worst Nightmare' in honor of his victory over the terrible creature he had slain.
xxxxxNow, the boy is no longer a boy. He is a knight-champion of the Earth Mother, and a proud warrior of the Fianna. He has joined the Tuatha de Fionn, using the virtue of his faerie blood to bridge the waking and dreaming worlds and reaffirm the ancient oaths of friendship and duty that once joined his tribe to the fae. And though he still struggles with rejoining a world he has not known in so long, he soldiers on with all the strength, courage, and valor he brought with him. The Wyrm continues to grow unchecked. Evil darkens the land, and the Earth Mother cries out for her warriors to save Her. And somewhere deep in the dream world, the heartbroken elf-queen schemes to reclaim her beloved. But the knight will not falter, and he will not yield. He is the Wyrm's Worst Nightmare, and will remain so until the end of all his days.

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Stereotypes


Vampire "Kill them. Whatever it takes. Bring them to the sun. Burn them to ash. Kill every last one of these bloodsucking things."
Wraith "Even the most logical and unbelieving fool will tremble when the night is dark and the banshee wails. As for me... I know ghosts are real, poor souls."
Mage "I have no trust and little patience for those who claim to sieze the power of the gods. And my patience ends when they try to sieze our caerns. But fortunately enough, no matter how powerful or subtle a wizard may be, two feet of blade planted firmly through their ribcage will almost certainly put a cramp in their style."
Changeling "The common folk I respect. They flourish and thrive in a world that seeks to end them simply for existing. I recall our blood-pacts of old, and will stand with them at need. Their nobility however... had better just keep their distance. I won't be snared a second time."
Mortal "How can we have hope for victory against the Wyrm when the Weaver binds the hearts of men in Her web? Are they really so blind they cannot see how Gaia suffers? I wish I knew what we could do."
Hunter "Stop that at once, you fool! I'm not your enemy! That thing over there is!"

Black Furies "The daughters of Pegasus are fierce and loyal in combat, one and all. They put the lie to the thought of women as the weaker sex. Glad I am that our Mother has such fierce defenders to stand with us. But... it would be nice if they would stop looking down their noses at me just because I have a penis."
Bone Gnawers "The other tribes disdain Rat's children at their peril. They are still Garou, and worthy allies. For a friend, they will share what little they have, and I am grateful for it."
Children of Gaia "Unicorn's children... puzzle me. They are born for war, and yet champion peace. How do they reconcile one with the other? They must be wise indeed, for I cannot see how it could be done."
Get of Fenris "I will not deny that Fenrir's children are mighty in battle. But our war with the Wyrm will end one day. What will become of them then?"
Glass Walkers "Like the Bone Gnawers, Cockroach's children are vastly at home in the Scabs. Unlike the Bone Gnawers, they're wont to turn up their noses at the rest of us. I sometimes wonder if the Weaver has not ensnared them too much."
Red Talons "I feel for Griffin's children. The wolf grows ever weaker, while man acts as the Wyrm's unwitting pawn. However, there are times when I fear that their hatred for the homids might overcome their reason. We need both sides of ourselves to be whole."
Shadow Lords "I find myself uneasy when in the company of Grandfather Thunder's children. All too often they put me in mind of the bitch-queen who stole my youth. Always scheming, scheming, scheming. If they would leave aside their plots and plans and focus on their skill in battle, they would make much worthier rivals for the Silver Fangs."
Silent Striders "I welcome the chance to share a fire with one of Owl's children, every time it appears. They know much, they see much, and their tales are nearly as good as ours. With the right amount of embellishment, they would give any one of us a run for our money."
Silver Fangs "I have had my fill of kings and queens. But still... our Mother gave Falcon's children the mantle of rulership. I will not question Her choice. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
Stargazers "Children of Chimaera... they are very much like the chimerae I know. They seem almost like living dreams themselves, with their meditations and curious practices. I do not know them well, nor do I think I would be able to. They're so very different, though that hardly makes them bad. They are still Garou, after all."
Uktena "I worry for Uktena's children. They delve into dark magicks and stain themselves with the secrets they keep. So many of us have fallen to the Wyrm, so much more easily. How long can they hold on to their purity before they join the Wyrm Howlers in evil?"
Wendigo "Yes, it is true. My ancestors, and those of many others, did terrible things to those of Wendigo's children. But how long will they continue to hate us? Until the Wyrm has devoured us all? Perhaps we might wait until after our victory for them to air centuries-old grievances?"

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Gallery
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Soundtrack
  • Thin Lizzy - The Boys Are Back In Town
    Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
    Down at Dino's Bar and Grill
    The drink will flow and blood will spill
    And if the boys wanna fight, you better let 'em
  • Northern Kings - Roisin Dubh
    Tell me the legends of long ago
    When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose
    Play me the melodies, I want to know
    So I can teach my children, oh
 
  • Loreena McKennitt - The Mystic's Dream
    A clouded dream on an earthly night
    Hangs upon the crescent moon
    A voiceless song in an ageless light
    Sings at the coming dawn
    Birds in flight are calling there
    Where the heart moves the stones
    There that my heart is long for
    All for the love of you
  • Heather Alexander - March of Cambreadth
    Follow orders as you're told
    Make their yellow blood run cold
    Fight until you die or drop
    A force like ours is hard to stop
    Close your mind to stress and pain
    Fight 'till you're no longer sane
    Let not one damned cur pass by
    How many of them can we make die
 

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Derek MacMillan
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Overview
Full Name:Derek Michael MacMillan
Ritename:Wyrm's-Worst-Nightmare
Sex:Male
Race:Garou Troll Kinain
Tribe:Fianna
Camp:Tuatha de Fionn
Auspice:Ahroun
Nationalities:USA
Age:37
Apparent age:Middle 30s
Occupation:Drifter
Concept:Fae-touched Knight of Gaia
Nature:Honest-Abe
Demeanor:Bon Vivant

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Notable Stats
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Calm Heart
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Intolerance
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