In the heart of Victorian London, a dense fog drapes the streets like a ghostly veil, muffling footsteps and swallowing all but the faint glow of gaslights lining the narrow cobblestone alleys. Shadows dance in the dim light, cast by the flicker of brass lamps and the steam-powered machines that have begun to edge their […]
Coterie of the Lost Childer is an inclusive Vampire: the Masquerade group hosted at Westport Flea Market twice monthly on 2nd and 4th Sundays, starting at 7pm. After reeling from yet another change in power, Prince Blitzer is re-establishing the domain as respectable, all the while reports of ghostly apparitions and giant wolves run rampant, […]
This “social” is perfect for those who love the dark allure of vampire stories and the rich, immersive world of role-playing. On the 2nd and 4th Monday evening of each month at ReRoll Tavern in North Kansas City, MO, we come together to enjoy each other’s company, share our stories, and discuss all things vampire. […]
In the aftermath of World War II, the devastating bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki sent shockwaves not only through our world but also into Arcadia, the enigmatic realm of the Fae. Out of this chaos emerged the Wayfarer's Wavelengths, a motley that laid the foundation for the Freehold of the Whispering Willows. These changelings, each […]
Coterie of the Lost Childer is an inclusive Vampire: the Masquerade group hosted at Westport Flea Market twice monthly on 2nd and 4th Sundays, starting at 7pm. After reeling from yet another change in power, Prince Blitzer is re-establishing the domain as respectable, all the while reports of ghostly apparitions and giant wolves run rampant, […]
This “social” is perfect for those who love the dark allure of vampire stories and the rich, immersive world of role-playing. On the 2nd and 4th Monday evening of each month at ReRoll Tavern in North Kansas City, MO, we come together to enjoy each other’s company, share our stories, and discuss all things vampire. […]
In the heart of Victorian London, a dense fog drapes the streets like a ghostly veil, muffling footsteps and swallowing all but the faint glow of gaslights lining the narrow cobblestone alleys. Shadows dance in the dim light, cast by the flicker of brass lamps and the steam-powered machines that have begun to edge their […]