A Symphony of Bedlam

     The conflict and the bloodshed that began so quietly in the darkest corners of the world have now grown into a symphony of bedlam.  The Camirilla's voice has grown hoarse with its assurances and its white knuckled grip on the world has faltered.  The black hatreds between those who believed in the masquerade and those who did not, seems to have been to strong.  As the great urban centers of the world roil with turmoil, the blood of Cain is splashed against the pavement and the world awakens to its dark reality.  It would seem that all it took to break the veil over the moral world and weaken the two ancient and everliving factions was a promise of power, and the confidence that their beliefs were true.