This is my first published story on FF.net. Any and all criticism you can give me (good and bad because eventually it will all be taken as good criticism) will be a tremendous help. I've only thrown together some stuff and eventually I hope to turn it into. something. If I can turn it into anything I know I will have gotten somewhere. So be honest. I never really got into VtM that much so if stuff doesn't really fit the storyline of the game then don't get too mad. (P.S. correct me on misuse of the game history.) Here I have written an intro to the story with some history. It's short and unnecessary but knowing about the background always helps.







Our gods were happy. Our gods were peaceful and brought us joy. Our gods were no gods of men. The gods of men came and created a new world. In this new world men lived in homes built like temples of solid stone. Villages were destroyed and cities sprang up and reached for the sky. And these gods of men began to tempt our children. They took them away from us and put them up in the homes of the city and made them new. Our gods became angry at the sight of their lack of devotion. They destroyed the cities and the people within. But the cities still came and the new gods brought to their people more temptations. And slowly we began to die. Our gods and their followers were doomed. The last village, my village, stood quietly just inside the forests. The people of the new gods did not notice us there, nor did they disturb us. The last of our faith took shelter here from the new gods, many striving to look away from the material life. It was there that the slaughter of our faith took place. We would all die. It was a common fact not taken lightly but still known. So we lived until we were to die. That was the general consensus.