Full Moon Rising The world is in shadow. To one side stretches the forest, to the other the city. Your claws are stained with blood. Your senses whisper of prey that runs before you, and of predators who stalk even the likes of you. You hear the howls of your brothers and sisters. Luna rises. Your blood boils. It is time to hunt. Wolves at the Door Werewolf: The Forsaken the game... [click here for more]
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
- Joseph Contrad, Under Western Eyes
In the Harvesters, the characters are pitted against a group of kidnappers that prey upon the forgotten people and sell them off to the highest bidder. They visit upon those lost souls any torment that pleases them, so long... [click here for more]
Heart of the Predator What's it like to have the soul of a beast and the calling of a monster, all concealed within the skin of a person? How do you live among the human herd when your instincts tell you they're prey? What sort of strain does shapeshifting have on your system? What does it mean to have the blood of the wolf? A character book for Werewolf: The Forsaken™
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"We lie when we call them Gifts. A gift is something given freely, an act of love or friendship. We tell each other, and ourselves, that the power we pull from the Shadow was meant to be ours, that each time a spirit deigns to grant us a portion of its power then we're one step closer to salvation. It's funny. You wouldn't think we were such good liars." Brokedown Val, Crescent... [click here for more]
"You have lain in the earth. You have walked in the Shadow. You have ascended your own funeral pyre. You have looked upon the face of the Death that awaits you, and you have returned to life carrying that knowledge with you. Come and take your rightful place among us, and know fear no longer." … from the rites of initiation of the Lodge of Death Brotherhood of Wolves... [click here for more]
In the distance, it all seems quiet.
Night has fallen. Clouds wreathe the moon, then engulf it. The shapes of the farm buildings up on the rounded knoll look like dark cutouts pasted against a matte blue midnight sky. It’s peaceful. Pastoral. Nothing could be wrong here, could it?
Then: a gunshot. A scream. A child’s cry. Hissing shadows gather with blinking yellow eyes, and incomprehensible... [click here for more]
It's really only a matter of time, he thinks, twirling his gun around his index finger. The girl's moves are obvious, rote. She's a teenager; she doesn't know any better. She'll reach out for the only type of protection she's ever really known.Which means they'll be coming.
But that's just fine, the man thinks as his badge glistening in the moonlight.... [click here for more]
Visit an Age of Wonder and Terror
The year is 1197. It is the Fourth Age of the World, and much that is beautiful or holy is dying. Cainites and other monsters take new steps along the Silk Road, while in the Middle Kingdom, the Wan Kuei rage against the heavens. It is a time of majesty and fear, of magic and blood and it beckons you.
Enter a World That Is Not Your Own
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