"But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.."
- 1 Corinthians 1:27
For ages untold, the kindred have walked that world, the mightiest of giants. The very eldest of them are indistinguishable from gods. The weakest of them can stand against many men. Now safely hidden behind the veil of human skepticism, they have insinuated themselves into every mortal institution. Cities swell under their attentive influence to provide ever more disposable vessels for vampires' endless thirst. Although wise mortals and other desperate creatures fight them every step of the way, they continue to flourish. Nothing seriously threatens the prominence of the undead...
Vampires, called Kindred, have lived along mankind since the beginning. Caine, slayer of Abel, was the first. Cursed by the Almighty for his murder, Caine spawned a brood of vampires, who in turn Embraced their own progeny: thirteen grandchilder, the Third Generation of Caine. These thirteen are called Antediluvians, since they were sired before the Great Flood. Each founded a bloodline of vampires, called a clan. These thirteen clans have warred with each other throughout history, using mortals as pawns, warriors, and victims in an unholy war called the Jyhad. But the clans have lost contact with their Antediluvian creators, who have fallen into a state of torpor. They are now so old that they can only survive by drinking the blood not of humans, but of other vampires. They sleep while their progeny make progeny of their own, each generation less powerful than the generation before. The blood is getting pretty thin. All clans fear that their founder will one night awaken to consume all the generations of progeny. But younger vampires can consume older vampires too-taking their blood and stealing their power in a rite called diablerie. If this makes you think that no vampire can trust another, you're right.
The clans are torn into two rival sects-the Camarilla and the Sabbat-with some independent clans who won't join either group. Powerful forces may be compelling the Antediluvians to awaken, the world is headed for disaster. Events are happening quickly..
All was unknown
Until Now.....
All these things find themselves incorporated in this cold place. Sabbat slime their way through the ranks of the Camarilla. Camarilla use the Masquerade to keep them from the eyes of their cannibalistic brethren. Subtlety is a must in these times. At any moment without warning, both sides could come crashing down on the other. The key to success is secrecy, treachery, and spite. Who's going to come out on top? Each Neonate, Ancillae, Elder and Human must fend for their own. Abysmal nights lie on this city like a heavy blanket ... each tick of the clock threatens to bring down Gehenna on those of the blood and those unsuspecting. There is a fierce power struggle being pursued within the city ... and now it is seen, as those involved use their influences to gain the footholds they deem worthy. Ahh.. But what price do their actions cost?