In five nights five hundred have expired within their own havens. The Society is in Chaos. Lodin has been forced to use power to return order. TFemeres have been sent to investigate.
Kindred have been dying and disappearing for centuries. Now, a lot more are becoming scarce. With 3 princes and a pack of Garou to Worry about, death was the last thing on the mind of most kin.
"Hickory Dickory Dock, I just blew up that block. The vamp’ ran round, I struck ’em down, ’BAM’ goes the next block. You’re next! I pray for your soul.” I, too, hate answering machines.