The Sabbat are coming.
You've seen the signs. Shapes watching you down dark streets. Hang-up calls at strange hours (who is awake at two in the afternoon?). Last night someone left poor Wendell, the Nosferatu, lying in front of the dance club where you hunt, with a stake in his heart and his fangs yanked out and a note nailed to his forehead. It said: "get out of town."
So it's flee or fight.... [click here for more]
An Adventure for Mage the Ascension
Somewhere beyond reality lies a nightmare realm where ancient wretches writhe in senile decay and plot the doom of worlds.
Old beyond reckoning, vile beyond any reasonable definition of the word, the Ordo Omega hunch in their rotting chantry and mutter black prayers through withered lips, to what cruel gods no sane man dares contemplate.
Perhaps someone ought... [click here for more]