| abstract | - Wolfsbane (Rahne Sinclair) is a superheroine in the Marvel Universe and a member of X-Factor.
- Wolfsbane is a legendary sword in Fable III, included in the Limited Collector's Edition and PC versions. It is rewarded to the player at the end of the quest The Silverpines Curse.
- Wolfsbane, also known as "monk's hood", is a druids' herb. It can be found rarely in caves and werewolf lairs, but can also be purchased from most herbalists.
- Wolfsbane, also known as monkshood or aconite, is an ingredient used in potion-making. It has extremely powerful properties.
- Wolfsbane är en ny motorcykel till GTA IV, som du får när du laddar ner The Lost and Damned till din konsol. Den finns även tillgänglig till PC, men dock bara som BETA-version. thumb|En bild på en Wolfsbane |right| Kategori:Fordon GTA IV: The Lost and Damned
- A flowering plant found both in the natural world and the Feywild, wolfsbane is a key ingredient in a number of potions and alchemical formulas associated with warding off or harming lycanthropes. Wolfsbane is dangerous to handle, because it is poisonous to humanoids in sufficient quantities. A bundle of wolfsbane is usually enough to keep at bay a lycanthrope that lacks serious resolve; lycanthropes find its smell sickening, and though it cannot truly harm them, most go out of their way to avoid it. As a poison, wolfsbane has the same effect as Ground Thassil Root (Dungeon Master's Guide, page 51). Lycanthropes experience a feeling of discomfort when within 30 feet of a bundle of wolfsbane, and any lycanthrope with a Fortitude of 17 or lower cannot willingly enter a square adjacent to a bundle of wolfsbane.
* Price: 5 GP
* Weight: 1/10 lb.
- Wolfsbane is a Events Perk. __NoToC__
- Wolfsbane is a mutant and a member of X-Factor.
- La Wolfsbane es un vehículo estilo motocicleta fabricada por Western Motorcycle Company que aparece en Grand Theft Auto IV (únicamente en su Beta) con el episodio descargable, Grand Theft Auto IV: The Lost and Damned y en el modo Online de Grand Theft Auto V.
- Wolfsbane, known as Fallguys Wolf in the Japanese version, is one of the finalists of the World Duel Carnival in the Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL anime. He was born in the United States of America, and was hired by Quinton and Vetrix to defeat Yuma, together with his group, the Triad of Terror. He is the leader of the Triad of Terror and the oldest member. The other members have great respect for him, even referring to him as "big brother".
- <default>Wolfsbane</default> BildWiki.png Alias Status Gruppe Familie Nationalität Auftritte Dargestellt von Sprecher Rahne Sinclair alias Wolfsbane ist Mitglied der X-Men
- Wolfsbane – motocykl w stylu chopper występujący w Grand Theft Auto IV: The Lost and Damned i Grand Theft Auto V. Jest używany przez gang Angels of Death, wzorowany jest na Harley-Davidson 1200 Custom. Występuje w dwóch wariantach, różniących się wyglądem baku. Miał wystąpić także w GTA IV, lecz został usunięty z niewiadomych powodów. W GTA V został dodany w aktualizacji Motocykliści.
- It is a perpetual pale light which races down from the clear and frosty heavens. Perpetual from the six moons that dominate the sky, claiming dominance over an ocean of darkness populated by speckles of divine light from sources that those below cannot even begin to comprehend, let alone understand. Stars that have forged their own place in the mythos of all people, holding a magic based on mystery rather than power, but just as potent in the hearts and dreams of those who look upon them than even the mightiest touch of the Shadow. It is below this field of stars, watched by the moons that hunt each other through the celestial darkness, that Serath Kahar can be found, leaning upon the edge of the Palisade as ice-blue eyes watch the dark and ominous shadows that dwell within the Verdigris forest at the base of the hill. Rapiers - as much as he dislikes them - sleep in the scabbards at his flanks, the arrows in the quiver upon his back rustling in complaint of the breeze that flows through their fletching while he himself cares little. The twice lost Prince is not alone on the Palisade this eve. Quite often, another figure, heavily cloaked against the chill air, moves slowly past, attention held upon the surrounding land as well. A constant guard against unseen, but always present, threats. And it is upon one of these passings that the figure pauses, and instead of continuing the walk, moves to stand aside Serath. "What do you see?" asks Vhramis. "Shadows of promises, and blossoms of regret." The Prince of the Blood whispers in reply, keeping his gaze firmly upon the concealing forest below, bathed in sylvan shadows, that offers no answers. "But nothing of any substance." he admits, before finally looking upon his companion of the Palisade, smiling warmly in following. "Yet." "In times like these, I'd prefer that, to be truthful," Vhramis murmurs, leaning against the wood and staring into the darkness. The ranger is silent for a moment, the chill clouding his breath in small puffs of vapor, before they drift away. "I'm sure all too soon, there'll be more than I can handle." He considers the darkness for a moment, before glancing to Serath. "Though, if you really wish for something, I can show you where a rather peculiar bush grows." Blinking once or twice at offer, the Prince of the Blood can only tilt his head a little in reply, form the foundation of one comment... and then decide against it, form another... and then, ah, just shakes his head, really. "Vhramis," he notes, stifling the makings of a snicker, "You know... rather peculiar bushes... just, don't really do anything for me." He glances back towards the forest at that, for maintaining eye contact with his friend really isn't doing much to help him remain serious about the matter. But, sadly, it's just no good; for after one or two seconds of serious silence pass between them, Serath just can help but burst into a fit of light laughter. "I'm sure... it's a very... nice bush... though." he chokes. The expression on Vhramis' face turns a bit odd as he stares at Serath in a bit of confusion. Almost like he's unaware of how his previous comment could be so wrongfully misinterpreted. Or that it was misinterpreted at all. "...uh?" he responds naively. It takes a few moments, but Serath finally manages to compose himself, though not without suffering a few wary glances from other guards out on the Palisade tonight. Still, one might get the impression that the Pathfinder hasn't had the chance to laugh at many things over the course of the last year, so anything - as they say - is better than nothing. With a few light coughs to clear his throat after the unexpected bout of mirth, the Prince finally manages to look back upon Vhramis in all seriousness... ...and then breaks down into light snickering again, which doesn't last long. So, after a second take at composure, he really /does/ manage to remain casual this time, though shakes his head a little all the same. "Bushes. So, when did you become a Herbalist, Vhramis?" Well, they're on the topic again, to the Ranger's apparent relief, and though he begins to answer, he still fixes Serath with the same odd look. "I don't know all that much of herbs. Just what I've picked up here and there from experience. But one wouldn't really need to know much of botany to appreciate this plant." He shrugs and gestures in a vague direction into the darkness. "I doubt you'd miss it, if you saw it. Rather gangly and thorny, and though you wouldn't know just by looking at it, it's rather quick." Odd that he's talking about a bush. "I'll... ah..." Serath coughs, looking away as a somewhat feral smile sweeps across his enduring visage quicker than wildfire through dry brush, "...have to take your word for it." A lone leather-gloved hand swiftly rises to cover his mouth, and it isn't long before the Wildcat is snickering into his palm, attempting to stifle the makings of yet another bout of mirth. Vhramis pauses as Serath's battle for self control rages, the half-blood watching patiently, if still not a bit confused. "It grows bright purple berries on it's branches," he continues after a moment. "And though I'm told by those about here that they're particularly sweet, it's offset somewhat by the fact that the plant would enjoy eating you." "All I can say, Vhramis," Serath purrs, rubbing the bridge of his nose with the hand that only a few moments ago was covering his mouth, "Is that I thank the Light that you're just talking about a plant." He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and adopts the stance he held when Vhramis first arrived in his vicinity; a feline waiting to pounce upon the prey it hasn't seen yet, but /knows/ is near. “A carnivorous plant, at that. I've probably seen it before." "What else would I be speaking of?" Vhramis asks, though he promptly shrugs away the question. Some people never fully grow up, apparently. "We'd have cleared it away by now, except that it provides us with a bit of natural defense, being as it's fairly large," he continues. "What else indeed?" Serath mutters behind a naturally disarming smile, but then casts away the source of the much needed mirth and decides that, in hindsight, it really shouldn't have been that amusing, even though it was. Starlight magic. "Regardless, if you know about it, then the Wildlings probably do as well. I'm not sure that keeping it around is /quite/ the best option, but..." the Wildcat shrugs, "Crown's Refuge is... nothing quite like I expected it to be." "One less avenue for them to attack from is one less thing for us to worry about," Vhramis answers with a shrug, glancing over his shoulder as another patroller walks by. He's silent until the man is most likely out of hearing range, before he begins to speak again, voice a bit more quiet. "What did you expect of it?" "After all I've seen out here," the Prince whispers, he too watching the patroller walk out of range, "I'm not quite sure. Everything and nothing." He shakes his head, this time in denial of his own thoughts and feelings that churn within. "We all expected the greatest of evils and the darkest of Shadows, as told by the Church of True Light." he begins, the doubts and denials surfacing in words that start off shallow, but soon begin to take upon the strength of the Kahar the speaks them; the Wildling Hunter, and so much more. "Instead we find a forsaken people, guilty of nothing yet lacking innocence, just attempting to carve a life out of a land that owes them nothing, and gives them little quarter. Of Wildlings that just wanted a place to belong to. Of others that can't accept that one Wildling's nature can be any different from their own. "Sometimes," he whispers once more, "I wonder if we're any better than the Dark Wildlings. I wonder that, in our hunt of the Shadow, we don't mirror them as they hunt their own for reasons that are as different as they are the same." Vhramis considers Serath passively as he turns his mind over the unexpected answer. He's never quite been opened up to in such a manner. And by the Prince, of all people. "We're all products of our environments," he murmurs in response, turning to peer down from the wall, though not into the night, but into the sleeping settlement. "And we only know what we experience. It's hard to imagine that, two years ago today, I was an aimless vagabond, with barely two Kahars to rub together." He pauses at that, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "Well, perhaps that's somewhat the same today, but, I've met...Shadowed individuals, and all my conceptions, all I've been taught to know as fact, were proven false. I was not devoured. Nor turned into a shriekweasel. Or a mindless puppet!" "I believe in the Light." Serath notes, softly, casting the gaze of the Imperial Line - a gaze shared by Emperors both past and present - towards the ethereal glow of the moons above as he stands there. "But I cannot deny that which I have seen. Nor can I forget that, for all the evils I have witnessed in these forsaken lands, I have seen far greater darkness within the walls of the Aegis." He sighs; a forlorn sound that speaks of battles raging within, as vicious as any that the Prince has fought in himself. "I wonder if this is how Talus felt as this refuge was built up around him." "I wonder if this is how Rowena felt when the walls of Light's Reach fell around her." "Leaving her behind was more painful than any wound from battle, Vhramis." he states, changing the subject a little as Rowena enters his thoughts, his already soft voice now barely above a whisper, "Sharper than the bite of an arrow. Deeper than the fall from that bluff. Colder than the ice of the river beneath." The wildcat takes a deep breath, falling into silence for a few eternal seconds. "When you leave everything behind, and are then hunted by the shadow of the fear that you may have lost it all, you can give your fate the Light and the Shadow, or... you can resolve to take action, and follow that dream back to reality." "And so I shall." "She waits for you, even now," Vhramis replies in a whisper, picking out a particular darkened house amongst the buildings; his current home. "She knew you weren't gone...and she keeps faith in you. You still have time. We can leave for Fastheld soon...everyone here knows what to do while I'm away. Sometimes I think they hardly need me, so I'm sure they'll be just fine. We'll follow the river. It will be the easiest going." Serath nods softly in that, and then repeats the gesture; except, the second time, the softness has been replaced with firm resolve, eyes flashing with hope and determination. "Indeed we shall." he affirms, and then smiles all the same, "Once we're ready. And once we remove that last name of yours. It's hardly fitting." "Skinner or Kahar, I'm still the same man," Vhramis answers with a faintly amused look. "Though, I suppose it could be just a bit amusing to show up at formal functions covered in mud and smelling of animal urine." "Quite." Serath states, quirking a brow as he regards his compatriot. Now it's his turn to look a little wary. "But that's not what I had in mind. Now, I know that we're a vast distance away from Fastheld, and I know that these people have no idea who I am, but my blood is still Imperial, and I'm still royalty." He pauses, and then adds, "At least, I think I am. Regardless, I was thinking of something a little more suitable than the title of "Skinner". Something like..." "Wolfsbane," Vhramis murmurs, tasting the name, before chuckling quietly. "My encounters with wolves are the stuff of legend, I suppose. Especially when they sit on me." All the same, he's grinning. "Though, it does have a bit of a... weight to it." The Prince of the Blood nods in affirmation, placing a gloved hand upon the hilt of the Rapier that sleeps by his right thigh and drawing it in one, swift, fluid motion; a motion that speaks volumes of the skill he has with such weapons. Without asking Vhramis to kneel, he promptly (and carefully) places the flat of the Rapier upon the Ranger's left shoulder, a regal smile caressing his features. "In which case, as Prince of the Imperial Blood, and Scion of the Imperial House, I strip you of the title of "Skinner". From this point on, under the Light, and as the Moon and Stars as my witness, I name you Vhramis Wolfsbane, Pathfinder Ranger, and Honored Friend." And the ranger's eyes drift closed as the rapier touches him, the weapon weighing on his shoulder in ways that surpass the physical. Another name. Another mantle. Responsibility seems to find him easily these days. But those are the consequences of having a concience. "Thank you, Serath," Vhramis Wolfsbane responds, opening his eyes to consider the man. "May you find it worthy of your honor." Serath notes, retracting the blade and sliding it back into its scabbard with all the experience of a thousand such motions. "And my respect."
- Wolfsbane is a lethal poison obtained from a plant of the same name. Darts dipped in it may kill a grown man quickly.
- Name: Wolfsbane [Rahne Sinclair] Prawdziwe imię i nazwisko: Rahne Sinclair Poprzednie pseudonimy: Mutate 490 Uniwersum: 616 Tożsamość: Znana władzom rządowym Wzrost: 5'6" (168 cm) Waga: 120 lbs (54 kg) Kolor włosów: Rude Kolor oczu: Zielone Zajęcie/zawód: prywatny detektyw, poprzednio: nauczycielka, asystentka laboratoryjna, agentka federalna, mutate, studentka, poszukiwaczka przygód Klasa postaci: Mutant Status prawny: Nienotowana Stan cywilny: Panna Narodowość: Brytyjka Miejsce narodzin: Kinross, Szkocja Znani krewni: Moira MacTaggert (adopcyjna matka, nie żyje), wielebny Craig (ojciec) Powiązania z grupami: X-Factor Investigations, poprzednio: grono pedagogiczne Instytutu Xaviera, Excalibur, X-Factor, Mutates, Hellions, New Mutants Baza operacyjna: Biuro X-Factor Investigations, Nowy Jork Pierwsze pojawienie się: Marvel Graphic Novel #4
- The Western Motorcycle Company Wolfsbane is a chopper style motorcycle featured in The Lost and Damned and Grand Theft Auto Online as part of the Bikers update.
- Wolfsbane (Rahne Sinclair) is a mutant who can transform herself into a large wolf.
- The Wolfsbane is a seed in FarmVille. It can only be planted on the Haunted Hollow Farm. It costs and can be harvested for . Wolfsbane yields File:XP-icon.png experience when planted and matures in 8 hours.
- Wolfsbane (Rahne Sinclair) is a Marvel Comics superheroine, associated with the X-Men. A Scottish mutant, Wolfsbane possesses the ability to transform into a wolf or into a transitional state somewhere between human and wolf. She has honed her powers to shift between human and wolf characteristics but must keep her feral instincts at bay when she does. She was originally a member of the X-Men's 1980s junior team The New Mutants. Later on she joined the Pentagon-sponsored X-Factor and was also associated with the British superhero team Excalibur. She appeared for a time as a teacher at Xavier's Academy in New X-Men. She served as a member of the X-Factor Investigations detective agency.
- Rahne (pronounced "Rain") is a British citizen of Scottish descent (born somewhere in Ross and Cromarty) who was a ward of Moira MacTaggert. She was recruited by Professor X to become a student at his School for Gifted Youngsters, and to join the original New Mutants. She remained with that team for much of its existence. Rahne was raised as an orphan by an abusive pastor named Reverend Craig who beat religion into her from an early age. When she was revealed as a mutant, Reverend Craig led an angry mob intending to burn her at the stake. Rahne was rescued and later adopted by Moira MacTaggert. Later, when she confronted Reverend Craig as an adult, she learned that Reverend Craig was actually her biological father and that her mother had been a prostitute.
- La Wolfsbane ['wʊlfzbən] est un deux-roues motorisé disponible dans Grand Theft Auto IV (version bêta sur PC uniquement) et Grand Theft Auto IV: The Lost and Damned.
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- Wolfsbane can be found in the eastern parts of Northern Headlands in Ruins of Gilneas.
- The Fourth Doctor told Harry that they were poisonous to wolves. (PROSE: Wolfsbane) File:StubTab.png
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