The domain of Northern Virginia has been enduring
attacks from the burgeoning evil that is creeping within its borders. It
seems that everywhere we turn, there is always another presence in the
darkness trying to hinder our next move. As the last bastion of the nation's
capital, our domain has gained the concern and support of the Princes of
the surrounding cities. Yet, the turmoil continues and as autumn nears,
the Kindred of the Mid-Atlantic must begin preparations
for the upcoming Grande Elysium.
Meanwhile, the Garou begin preparations
for a Grand Moot to celebrate the fall of the leech sorcerors who held sway
over the territory that once belonged to the Sept of Gaia's Blessing. More importantly,
they gather in honor of the heros who gave their lives in order to rid
their lands of the leech taint. The Garou have been successful, thus far,
in maintaining control of their beloved valley. They will not allow the
leeches to besmirch their lands again. This, they have sworn.
And while the
vampires and werewolves allow themselves a moment of respite, the rest
of the mortal world can sleep with both eyes shut....
...for now.
