Change is coming.
Maybe it comes for the low, low price of your high ideals, a gruel-thin compromise for a scrap of progress.
Maybe it comes from a smoke-filled room, a sweetheart deal with the tyrant who locked away your comrades and lost the key.
Or maybe it comes at the end of a stake lined up with your lover’s heart, the tears flowing like an open vein.
But it’s coming... [click here for more]
I'm not much for philosophy, but I do know this: There's no going back, and the Others don't give a damn about your pain.So have a drink!Eat that cake!Steal a kiss!The only real revenge for what they've done to us is to live happily ever after, despite it all — no, because of it.They may have changed you, but this is your second chance. What... [click here for more]
We are Rome.We are her hallowed ancestorsand her unholy specters.We are her miracles and her sins.We are her glory and her depravity.We are her Kindred,and we are waiting for you.Join us beneath the earthand know our triumphs and our sorrows.Bask in... [click here for more]
We've met before, but this is the last time.You owed a debt of blood the moment you stepped into my woods, Little Red,and the Big Bad Wolf never forgets what she's due.What, you think that's no fair?Oh, pet, there are no rules but the ones I make with tooth and claw. I always play fair, though. The game's... [click here for more]
A Vampire: The Requiem SupplementHistory is written by the victors.In other words…us.We ruled the black streets of Babylon,took heads in the Terror,stormed the trenches at Ypres…And if you believe that?We’ve already won.
— Sylvan, Caporetto Firebrand
The Kindred have been many things to many... [click here for more]
We've met before and will again.You'll see me under neon lightswith a drink in my handand your name on my lips.You'll find me lounging on a chaisewith nothing but your eyes upon my body.You'll catch me in the seat across the aisle,and pacing by your office door,and watching from your bedroom mirror.And... [click here for more]
We’ve met before — you just don’t know it.You’ve walked these halls,you’ve sipped my wine,you’ve let me peel back the layers of your mind.You wouldn’t believe the things I learnedor the things we did.It’s coming back, isn’t it? The fear, the hate, the broken will?Perfect.... [click here for more]
