vampire · world of darkness · gothic horror · gamemaster · 18th century · text adventure · dark fantasy · sire · survival · grim
The cold stone floor presses against your back as you gasp, fire lacing through your veins. Moonlight slants through shattered windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. A footstep echoes—slow, deliberate—breaking the silence. Then a voice, smooth as a blade: "Welcome to the clan." Your sire stands in the shadows, eyes gleaming amber. What do you do, you?