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It’s a new Dark Age for the dead. When the Second Inquisition's vampire hunters hacked phone lines and computer networks to expose and destroy vampires all over the world, the elders turned to undead couriers like you. For ten years, you’ve raced across the desert between cities, delivering vital information and supplies. But when an old friend reappears with a plan to disrupt the blood trade across the American Southwest, everything you’ve built starts crashing down. Outrun the Competition. Drive, hide, or fight back! Unleash the powers of your blood in ancient Disciplines to change form, vanish from sight, or dominate the minds of your enemies. Employ blood magic, inhuman strength, and the creatures of the night to escape destruction—or just run your enemies off the road and keep driving.

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19 Chs

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Olivecrona's mental arts outshone yours as the sun outshines the moon, but she had spread herself too thin. Fighting a war on a dozen fronts as her hundred-year plan disintegrated, she badly underestimated you. You never found out what happened to her, or to the ghouls you sent back to her haven with instructions to drag her out into daylight, but you never saw her again.

And after all that, ten years on these miserable desert highways, scraping by on the "charity" of your elders as you run their errands.

If you were still alive, you'd be middle-aged.

The elders of the Kindred are lies wrapped in flesh: undeath is no promise of immortality. You've seen a hundred Cainites born into the night, only to die a few months later at the hands of hunters or their own kind, or just because they didn't know what time it was.

Strange that you're going to die young.

The air ripples. It smells like burning metal. You never should have bought a hatchback.