The Tremere are not to be trusted. That's what the elders keep telling us. Now the Outlanders & the Haunts are going missing & there are tales of winged terrors by moonlight.
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The Tremere are not to be trusted. That’s what the elders keep telling us. Now the Outlanders and the Haunts are going missing, and there are tales of winged terrors by moonlight. By Caine’s wrath, we will seek the truth! And if these Usurper devils be to blame, it will be by our hands that they greet the cleansing of the dawn.
The Tremere are not to be trusted. That's what the elders keep telling us. Now the Outlanders & the Haunts are going missing & there are tales of winged terrors by moonlight.
Description:
The Tremere are not to be trusted. That’s what the elders keep telling us. Now the Outlanders and the Haunts are going missing, and there are tales of winged terrors by moonlight. By Caine’s wrath, we will seek the truth! And if these Usurper devils be to blame, it will be by our hands that they greet the cleansing of the dawn.
How can you investigate a murder when the corpse keeps getting up and walking away? All clues led you to the Rittermeister's Keep, but now the sun is setting...
No matter what the elders might say, being sent to Gloucester is more a punishment than anything else. The snows have set in, and the Fief's Baroness, the Malkavian Seren, has descended into depression and lethargy. Winter brings hunger for Cainites, as the city's mortals huddle near to fires after dark. The wind outside is maddening.and growing louder.