Old Downtown, middle of January

SPLASH SPLASh SPLAsh SPLash SPlash Splash splash

It rained softly. "Land of the drizzle", he thought. The Archon ran in a small Anhangabaú alley. He had knocked four of them out, but six others hunted him.

"We're gonna strip your heart out!", came the distant warcry. "Get the motherfucker!

He had already used his powers to run away. Probably no mortal had seen him, but breaking the Masquerade had little importance now. The documents he carried were more important. The Justicar himself gave them to him, it was what they need to establish the Camarilla in the city.

It took two seconds to feel the shot that ripped his leg. Right after that, two in the back. "Professional. Around 200 feet in movement. Very good", the fallen Archon thougt, looking for something to fight the pack. He barely had time to torn a signpost -- No Parking -- and the first one was already over him. The metal strike hit right on the creature's face. Quickly, he got up to fight other two, who unloaded their guns at his chest. Behind them, two dogs the size of calves. Better run.

The street was too quiet. Empty. He walked calmly through the sidewalks of city's Old Downtown. They had lost him. He must get a car and go to Jard...

"Archon!", ecoed a voice one block behind. He barely had the time to turn. A wooden stake was thrust in his back and a black tentacle was already searching his belongings.

Go to the Part I of the Prologue