The house at 1206 Spooner Ave is a place gone wrong. In the last 50 years, 18 people have died there, & you can feel it. In the dark hours after 2 am, no one ever hears music from a darkened room.
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PLACES, LIKE PEOPLE, GO WRONG They turn off the path and head into the shadows, becoming something other than normal. Black places filled with blank rooms, closed doors, and empty hallways lined with dust. In these places your voice catches in your throat, the air seems to hum, and bad things happen. People get hurt. Objects vanish. Misery flows like the water from the loose faucet in the bathroom. Hate hangs in the air like old paint. It smells of time and circumstance, and something just a little beyond the world. It smells like surrender.
The house at 1206 Spooner Ave is a place gone wrong. In the last 50 years, 18 people have died there, & you can feel it. In the dark hours after 2 am, no one ever hears music from a darkened room.
Description:
PLACES, LIKE PEOPLE, GO WRONG They turn off the path and head into the shadows, becoming something other than normal. Black places filled with blank rooms, closed doors, and empty hallways lined with dust. In these places your voice catches in your throat, the air seems to hum, and bad things happen. People get hurt. Objects vanish. Misery flows like the water from the loose faucet in the bathroom. Hate hangs in the air like old paint. It smells of time and circumstance, and something just a little beyond the world. It smells like surrender.
The house at 1206 Spooner Ave is a place gone wrong. In the last 50 years, 18 people have died there, & you can feel it. In the dark hours after 2am, no one ever hears music from a darkened room.
Description:
PLACES, LIKE PEOPLE, GO WRONG They turn off the path and head into the shadows, becoming something other than normal. Black places filled with blank rooms, closed doors, and empty hallways lined with dust. In these places your voice catches in your throat, the air seems to hum, and bad things happen. People get hurt. Objects vanish. Misery flows like the water from the loose faucet in the bathroom. Hate hangs in the air like old paint. It smells of time and circumstance, and something just a little beyond the world. It smells like surrender.
The prince is dead, long live the new prince(s). Your coterie was involved in a recent coup to usurp the local prince for breaking the peace with the local werewolf sept.
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The prince is dead, long live the new prince...s. Your couterie was involved in a recent coup to usurp the local prince for breaking the peace with the local werewolf sept and risking the masquerade. All this would be a great boon for your couterie were it not for one thing... the city is now in turmoil. The vacuum left by the prince has been filled by two once allied vampires. Sides must be chosen. The peace must be restored. Where will your allegiances fall? Mature Content – Vampire: The Masquerade is a storytelling game of personal and political horror and intended for a mature audience.
The prince is dead, long live the new prince(s). Your coterie was involved in a recent coup to usurp the local prince for breaking the peace with the local werewolf sept.
Description:
The prince is dead, long live the new prince...s. Your couterie was involved in a recent coup to usurp the local prince for breaking the peace with the local werewolf sept and risking the masquerade. All this would be a great boon for your couterie were it not for one thing... the city is now in turmoil. The vacuum left by the prince has been filled by two once allied vampires. Sides must be chosen. The peace must be restored. Where will your allegiances fall? Mature Content – Vampire: The Masquerade is a storytelling game of personal and political horror and intended for a mature audience.