Darkness engulfing smog swirled over the old dilapidated Victorian buildings encircling the more grand and looked after Manor house of Gilneas. A old stone wall made of grey ominous rock stood around the city of Gilneas protecting its builders from the surrounding Silverpine woods. However the wall of Gilneas had an ulterior motive, to keep the inhabitants of Gilneas inside its boundaries. For the Gilneans were cursed with lycanthropy, although they were cursed they had found a way to control their affliction and could change their form at will but they were still seen as monsters and so walled themselves into their city as to protect themselves and others for all eternity.
Cobbled streets weaved between the houses and shops of Gilneas; always dark; always filled with smog; always watched and always empty of light. Distant but distinct howls could always be heard from any point in the seiged city. The howls would always echo from the Manor house of Gilneas which was now used as a training facility for Gilnean younglings who were trained to be Worgen, the elite fighters of the Gilnean scouting parties who would slip out of the city and spy on the rest of the world.
Twilight eternally hung over the seiged city never shifting with time or nature as if Gilneas was devoid of aging with the rest of the world. But one night the Twilight stopped for the briefest of moments but for all too see the full moon that hung over the City. With a perpetual silence the death throws of a screaming women could be heard echoing a thousand times before ceasing...
and then, the shrieking of a new born child.