It was iron that nearly saw the end of the garou. Swords forged of the metal were death in handheld form.
The blacksmiths of Brynmoor churned out countless legions of iron swords, eradicating the village's iron supplies. Each soldier was equipped with such a weapon, and each warrior was ready to cut through the horde.
The garou are strong, dangerous, and deadly. Their weapons are powerful, and their strikes fierce. Even the magic of their druids puts the wizard's guild to shame, yet their armour fails to turn away iron's wrath. As humans advanced, iron weapons in hand, they razed villages to the ground and wiped out whole families.
Lougrim wept for the loss of her children, and her cries changed the course of the war.
Iron is strong, but it melts at great temperatures, and there are no flames as strong as a dragon's breath. As Lougrim bound herself to the service of the Cabal, all that would be left of the villagers would be puddles of molten metal.