Pharaoh's Sceptre

The Moon Garou tried the whole Pharaoh concept exactly once. Unused to non-violent systems of government, they gathered together as a people and pulled stones from a bag to decide who was the luckiest of all of them, and therefore who deserved to rule.

It was, as you can imagine, not a smart system of governance.

The winner was a garou called Hakanaten, and he did not want the job. He had always been an outsider, far more interested with the goings on of the nearby Kalphite hives then he was with the goings on of the city. Still, he had been chosen by an assumption of destiny and was set upon a throne with crown and sceptre in hand.

He hated it. He made decisions as best he could, but could never please everyone. If he tried to help one person, it angered another. If he cast judgement on a lawbreaker, he was deemed cruel by some and weak by others. No matter what he tried, he only found himself more and more isolated from his kin.

In the end a revolt saw him deposed and the throne destroyed. He was cast into the hive he so adored, where he was expected not to live for long. Yet, he had studied the hive and he could mimic their behaviours better than some of his own people's. He helped them dig tunnels. He joined them on hunts. He lived a life far happier among the hive then he ever did at home.

The sceptre, that had been cast down with him, carries with it a measure of his fondness for the insects. It is said that anyone who wields it, can call on the hive for aid, in memory of an unlucky monarch.