Whatever Happened to Clan Tremere?

Three nights ago. Everything seemed so normal.

Wake with the dusk.
Go out into the night.
Feed upon the prey.

The night was yours.

You were its master... its lover... the only ones who understood.
You revelled in your powers and in the Blood.

Three nights ago, the night turned on you.

The gifts of Caine are no longer yours to command.

Elders are reduced to rank Neonates,
Neonates are food for the Beast.

The smartest fled.

The most powerful locked themselves behind closed doors.

You are left - you who have been commanded, coerced, or chose to return the night to the hunters, to lift this curse from the Kindred. You have gathered together, the youngest, the ones with the most to lose... and the most to gain - power, prestige and revenge.