Denver, the Mile High city, a city built by the man's greed for gold, a city continually growing upwards and outwards. Underneath the façade of growth and progressivism is a rotten core, fuelled by the immortal undead of the Camarilla. It is a city that has leached off the soil for too long, and has reached the boiling point, physically and spiritually. It can be felt in the air, seen in the shadows, but few are awake enough to know, and even fewer willing to accept it.
Life, or at least a bastardized version of life, continues onwards, rivalries, conflict, intrigue a daily part of the night. The loyal opposition, the Anarchs, try to gain ground inch by inch, testing the powers that be, the Independents grow more bold, and rumors of the Sabbat grow more and more common. If this wasn't bad enough the Werewolves have become agitated of late by some unseen force, and even stranger things seem to be lurking amongst the masses. Some feel that Gehenna is finally here at last, others see it no more than another step in the great Jyhad, most are too involved in their petty quest for power to take heed of the signs.
As the city teeters on a cliff, there are a thousand stories that could be told. Here are but 13 of them...