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This, my childer, is the Long Night.
The Age of Learning is toppled and forgotten.
The Age of the Empire is Drowned in its own bile.
This is an Age of Darkness

Look there, my childer, upon the lightless places,
Where no law exists save that of tooth and talon.
Behold the human cities, as well,
Where we may be as lords when the sun gutters and dies

Beware, my childer, of thy eternal enemies:
Of the savage ones, the skinchangers, who hunt as wolves.
Of the knights of fire and sword, the witch-slayers.
Of the burning scions of the Pit itself.
But above all, my childer, beware one another,
for we shall always be our dirtiest foes

This, my childer, is the Long Night.
It is thine.

Prague, Anno Domini 1230....the Dark Ages. In a Time where Camarilla and Sabbat are not even thought of, the Fiends are folding back to the Carpathians more and more everyday, the Giovanni are already scheming their treachery against the Clan of Death, The Ventrue are inviting the Warlocks to these lands to fight their own battles while accusing them as usurpers behind their backs, many Bloodlines are dying in the most remote parts of the known world....those lands marked on the maps with "ic sunt dracones".....Lasombra rule the Sea of Shadows in Spain while France falls in to confines of the Courts of Love.

The warriros of Gaia are still the uncontested rules of the forests and few foresee their soon to come disappearing, Magicians, hidden in their secret societies don't fear the Paradox yet...but the far more unpredictable Scourge while some illuminate men are finally casting some light on the darkness that obscured knowledge for centuries. Spirits of ancient times roam the world wile powers beyond comprehension are rising everywhere unseen by humanity.....Mankind is helpless in the hands of supernatural creatures that lurk in the shadows of the obscure times.

Prague is a city in costant expansion, populated by many supernaturals....some residing within its fortified walls...others only passing by...all of them hidden from the eyes of mortals either by superstition or active covers...like the Traditions......the Delirium.....and why not?.....common sense.

The center of the city is the home of a Hermetic collegium, a Chantry, and many mundane places for Vampires, in the jewish quarters cabbalists lurk in the shadows so proud of their supposed secrecy, the graveyads offer many openings leading to the Nosfetatu lairs while only a behind the wall that surrounds the cemetery the glittering eyes of the wild ones watch...silently.

Humans are afraid, pointing their fingers to their brothers and accusing those who know the powers of the herbs of being witches and warlocks, the Church is corrupted to say at least...the heart of bishops and popes is rottening as their faith crumbles into dust.

This is a time in which the darkness of the night knows no hero, no monster...... no black, no white... only the neverending shades of grey.


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