The Lodge of the Hook Hand is a Lodge of the Hunters in Darkness.
Overview[]
"Let No Sacred Place In Your Territory Be Violated." That's the oath every Hunter in Darkness swears, and the tribe's members spend a good deal of their time hunting down violators. The Lodge of the Hook Hand, which started in rural West Virginia and has spread through much of the South, sees in that narrative a much, much older story - the kind used to warn children against talking to strangers or straying from the path. The lodge finds local legends and folklore, stories of murderous ghosts and psycho killers, and tweaks the stories to its own ends. With Gifts, rumor-mongering, and the occasional gruesome kill, lodge members add useful details to the legends: Old Bill can't smell you if you hide in the boughs of a pine tree. The Coulee Ridge Cannibal won't go back to the cabin where he ate his whole family. That sort of thing.
Naturally, these new details are complete bullshit. What they actually do is give the Meninna more tools for the hunt. A bunch of kids who think the Coulee Ridge Cannibal is chasing them know the legend, so they dash for the cabin, where the pack lies in wait. Thieving magicians carry shards of green glass bottles to deflect the attentions of the Nursery Girl and think themselves safe. Everybody knows if you don't leave fresh meat out for Bloody Bones he'll drag you off to hell - and so a wounded Uratha can eat. The Hook Hand seeds its legends across the American South, and the nights get just a little bit darker. Fear is the first tool of the hunt, after all.
