Here is my initial sheet and concept, please feel free to comment.<br/><br/>sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/13693<br/><br/>And concept.<br/>The old Garou studied John, the light of the fire making shadows dance over him. “You live in the past John and that is not a healthy place to live.” John resisted the urge to stand and pace, “It is the island I am sure of it, everything I have read indicate it.”<br/><br/>Silence fell and to John it seemed to go on forever before Max replied. “When your ancestor returned from the Holy Land as they called it carrying what he had acquired from the Knights Templar it is true that he took it to an island.” John interrupted, “This Island I am certain.”<br/><br/>Max held up his hand, “It may be but what is known is that he never returned from the island. He was a great warrior and he did not return does that not give you pause?” Max shook his head, You are needed here and now, not chasing a legend in a place of legend.” John nodded, “I hear that or a variant from my Father and the other Elders, the past is gone, we fight for Gaia now and every Ahroun is needed.”<br/><br/>Then in a wistful voice, “But what Child of Gaia would not like to hold the The Staff of the Tree and wield against the Wyrm?” In a stronger voice he continued, “And even if the Staff is not there then something is, look at all the legends of the island.”<br/><br/>Max sighed, “You are going not matter what I say are you not?” John did not answer but his answer was written across his face.<br/><br/>After john had left Max poured himself a whiskey and leaned back watching the flames dance. It was all his mothers fault of course, silly Annabel. Although she was kin she did not really understand the Garou. To her the Garou where the shinning knights of Gaia and she had implanted that in John. All though his childhood she had told him that he was the defender, the holy warrior, the knight of the round table.<br/><br/>So Max mused in some ways it had worked, John had lived the life of the warrior monk. Constant training, constant exercise until he had turned himself into his idea of the warrior. No real skills outside combat and he had missed out on so much. Whilst those of a similar age had been out having a life he had not.<br/><br/>Hell Max doubted that he had ever been out with a woman.<br/>He smiled to himself, whilst John could tell you a hundred ways to kill a woman but he could not even think of a chat up line. And now this obsession with The Staff of the Tree, Gaia knew where that would take him.<br/>