2026-03-14 12:07 - 12:07 PST
Written by the Storyteller
A brief interlude.
Sacramento’s especially perceptive Kindred notice hooded figures, moving under the cloak of darkness, all throughout the city. Neither Camarilla nor Anarch activity. The Sabbat seems quiet, too.
A Gangrel is staked and dragged underground, to be presented soon.
A white-haired woman with a sword makes the acquaintance of an occultist, securing a key boon.
A man in the back of a federal vehicle steps out, and more Kindred are judged. The Anarchs are not exempt from such judgement.
Lastly, something stirs beneath the city. An answered prayer.