Small sleepy villages reside in the hillsides of grassy pastures. Humans living their lives, performing ordinary tasks of raising families and crops and herds. Laughter is heard through the village as people come to the village and markets, selling their wares, purchasing supplies. The tavern bustles with the sounds of hearty laughter, feminine giggles, and metal tankards clashing together.
The year is 1607, Middle Ages. In this ordinary village there lies something more...a hidden secret in plain sight. Hiding in the midst of the people, two more species exist. Vampires, eternity long enemies of humans, who come out of the darkness to fill their need of human blood. Humans talk of the ‘make-believe’ stories behind closed doors, shivering in the darkness. They sees wisps and shadows of figures on occasion. Vampires are a fast, agile and intelligent species, known as only stories told to children, they are not known for the danger they really are to humans. Yet, another species that resides in the village is well aware, the Garou.
Garou are a powerful species with the ability to be both in human form and that of a strong wolf-like beast. They have the solemn charge to protect humans, thus making them mortal enemies of Vampires. Fighting in the shadows, the growls and clashes of weapons howl upon the rooftops of the cottages as the humans sleep. Hearing the the noises, villagers shrug it off, justifying it to the continual wind that sweeps along the hills and sea, and the population of wolves that reside in the forests surrounding them.
One particular village with a large population of Vampires and Garou is Terres de Nuit, a small French province, accessible by dense forest on three sides, and the sea flanking the last side. The quaint cobblestone streets that line the small village teem with life, both human and inhuman.
As you disembark the ship where you just spent a few days in traveling to this place, the dock below your legs feel a bit wobbly. Greeting many of the villagers who have assembled at the dock as they offer their wares, sell their fresh fish catches, and mingle with the gathered crowds, you glance around at the sights. Your senses are assailed by fresh baked hot bread, ale, and both male and female laughter coming from the village tavern that you see in the main square… Your dark fantasy story begins here…