Each of you has been asked to attend a meeting at Mr. Bandura’s Salon. Two nights ago he sent each of you a hand written invitation asking that you help him with a problem. A boon from the Eldest of Phoenix's Harpies is a mighty prize to be had, yours for the taking if you will but help with one thing.
Three nights ago the Vampires sent a message to the leadership of the Mages. They killed the Hierarchs nephew and blew up his house. The Mages have decided to respond in kind. Your Cabal has been asked to teach one of the lessons to the Vampires.
Your Coterie was at a Salon last night when you heard that at Elysium a neonate came running in through the back doors frantic and screaming at the top of his lungs that he had met the Blood God. He claimed that he had fox frenzied after coming face to face with it. The story goes that he then exploded in a showed of gore… will it come for you next?
It's supposed to be a happy day - blushing bride, ardent groom and all. But the Kindred have taken their tithe of blood from this family for centuries, and the bride is the last daughter of the family. The Crone demands sacrifice, and you've been selected to obtain it.
Tending the Shadow Realm, but not part of it. Guardians of the physical world, but isolated from it. Mortal lives hang in the balance, dependent on the actions of a few brave shape shifters. And if things weren't bad enough, what happens when the will-workers and magic-shapers decide to get involved? rizes awarded!
He isn't human, you know that for certain. And he fills you with such revulsion... but why? How can he survive out here, in the middle of this putrid wasteland? Is he alive, or is he truly a ghost? You can answer these questions, if you look long enough at the Ghost of Galveston. And those answers might just save your life.
She assured you, that beautiful vision, that if you just believed, if you kept her words in your heart, that you would survive the night and see the New Dawn. But this night, your faith will be sorely tested.
The Mother Road - Route 66 - used to be a vibrant and powerful spiritual route in the American Shadow, but the Fire-Touched changed all of that. Now it's up to good Uratha like you, members of the Lodge of 66, to make things right. And you will, by cordite, blood, and burned rubber. Let's ride!