Maybe you know your history. Maybe not. But you're pretty sure it didn't go like this...It's 1821. A third of the world is ruled by the British Crown with Bloody Charlotte, 4th child of the late King George the Third and Vampire Empress sitting on the throne. The British nobility is made up of her kine, blood-bound to their Queen and reigning from Victorian Citadels shrouded by perpetual storm clouds, cast out by the corrupting presence of a manufactured class of soldier-slaves. The Promethean Guards.Maybe you were once human, or you thought you were anyway. You know better now, but that's a small horror next to the time, the reality, you find yourself in. You are displaced in time and reality both. A monster from another time. A person from another history. One where Vampires don't openly rule Britain, where the Holy Roman Empire hasn't turned to impossible magics to ward their borders and where colonies rebelled from their imperial masters, seeking their own, flawed ...
The Circle of the Crone is considered the vampiric equivalent of neo-paganism and witchcraft. It follows the belief that a goddess (the Crone) was cast out from the other Gods and Goddesses for uncertain reasons. They celebrate most of the major Wiccan holidays and practice a "Blood Magic" known as Crúac. There are many differences in belief and dogma between various circles and cities of the covenant. They generally dislike and argue with the Lancea Sanctum.
Located beside Citadel Boston, the commons appear to be a dense if young
forest which none the less leaves clear sight lines from the citadel to
the water front. In actuality the entire space was replanted 30 years
ago to the Viscount's specification. It is now his own personal hunting
ground, into which wild animals are imported and released to be hunted
for sport. The grounds are not barred to the public and anyone who wants
to enter them may do so without consequence. However, they are also
dangerous to wander. The deeper parts of the commons are maze-like and
it is easy to get close within them, while the Viscount's hunt masters
ensure the woods remain well supplied with dangerous animals.