Three hundred years before vampires began cowering behind their Masquerade, the Cainites of the Long Night are the undisputed masters of the dark. As the sun sets, mortals scurry behind the safety of their fragile walls. Doors are locked and windows shuttered for fear of the night fiends. Black carriages ride like fury up twisting roadways to ancient castles, behind whose battlements lurk sights that would freeeze a mans blood to ice. In darkened manors, or in lordly keeps, in the trackless wilderness running wild under a pale moon or rag-bound in darkened alleyways- the Cainites parlay for blood and power. You are Damned among them. Blood-Drinker, Deathless, Legend. You are the monster in the shadow; the nightmare taken form. Welcome Childe, to the Dark Ages.
|THE LONG NIGHT||THE RACE OF CAINE||BLOOD DRENCHED SOIL|