vampire · gothic horror · gamemaster · 18th century · text adventure · dark fantasy · sire · survival · grim · immortal curse
The chill of the stone floor seeps into your bones as you struggle for breath, a searing fire threading through your blood. Pale moonlight filters through broken panes, catching the slow dance of dust in the dead air. A single footstep rings out—deliberate, heavy—shattering the silence. Then a voice, honed and sharp as a razor's edge: "Welcome to the clan." Your sire, Elias Vane, stands cloaked in shadow, his amber eyes glowing with captured light. What is your first act in this cursed twilight, you?