Setting & Lore (BAD)
- Overview
- Map
- (Anarch) Regency Titles in Baltimore
- SS Achilles
- (Defunct) Camarilla Titles in Baltimore
Overview
The Templar got a text and checked his phone. No one thought anything of it. We were meeting the Archbishop, and he was standing against the back wall like a beautiful statue. No one paid him much mind. He was a goddamned glorified bodyguard, right?
So anyway, guy gets a text. The next thing we know, the Archbishop’s head is rolling across the marble floor, and his body turned to ash.
"What did we do? Bitch, we ran! That pretty motherfucker was a Templar for a reason!"
– Brian O’Malley; Brujah Antitribu and Former Priest of the West Baltimore Pack
It was 2012 when everything changed.
Situated between the Washington DC, Philadelphia, and New York, Baltimore was a veritable playground for Sabbat packs cutting their teeth on the Final Nights, and learning what it could be to be True Sabbat.
Crime rates increase and government corruption was at an all-time high. It was incredibly easy for them to keep their foothold, and other than the neighborhoods of Little Italy (A stronghold for the Giovanni since the early 1900s) and The Block (A Place Only a Setite Could Love), the city itself was chaos. Even the nice little touristy places–Federal Hill, Fells Point, Hampden–were places people just did not walk alone late at night.
After two-or-three in the morning, even the cops didn’t pay the goings on much mind. It was far too dangerous to do so.
Then it started happening.
One day, an abandoned warehouse went up in flames in Pigtown. Mortal firefighters attempted to keep the fire contained to save the rest of the Historic District from going up in flames. They succeeded, but the damage to the 19th Century Warehouse was almost complete. When the building was demolished for safety purposes a few weeks later, they learned that someone had been living there.
The residents of the neighborhood told the investigators that there were squatters there occasionally, and they caused a good deal of trouble late into the night. That the building was gone was a godsend. Most residents were performatively grief-stricken that there may have been people who perished.
A few weeks after the fire, the roof of the old Westport BG&E Building collapsed. A massive building that had been abandoned for years and not kept up properly, the roof caving in was only in shock in that it took so long to happen.
Still, people nearby swore that when it happened, they heard screams and then suddenly nothing.
When investigated, no human remains were found.
Things like that happened for weeks in Baltimore City. Nothing out of the ordinary in a city so corrupt that even the infrastructure was crumbling. While it looked like just another sign of urban decay, the Sabbat knew better.
They were being slowly exterminated.
Amongst the Kindred of Baltimore, June 6, 2012 is known as ‘The Night Of Blood’. In reality, the kine barely noticed a difference. It was the night that the Camarilla showed up in force and swept up enough of the Sabbat remnants that they were able to take the City.
The Independent Clans in Little Italy and on The Block? They did little to stop the Camarilla from coming into the city. On paper, they stayed neutral, though both groups agree that the Camarilla are better for the tourist business as well as the vice-trades.
In reality, both groups helped with the incursion as a means of protecting family and cult, as the Sabbat had begun encroaching on their agreed upon territories. When one of the Giovanni Cousins was dumped on the doorstep of the Giovanni Donna by a Sabbat Ductus, close enough to death that his only saving grace was the Embrace, it became a matter of survival.
When one of the cult’s sacred brothels was desecrated by a frenzying Gangrel, the Setites threw their lot where they’d lose the least.
The two groups couldn’t take the Sabbat on their own, but the Camarilla could.
For ten years, the Independent Clans and the Camarilla have been waging a sort of ‘Cold War’ in their tenuous peace. The one thing that keeps them together is the Treaty of Baltimore and the fact that they are smack in between two Sabbat Territories, with small splinter groups still hiding in and around the city.
Between the threats from without and the threats from within, Baltimore is a powder-keg.
Whether it will explode is not a matter of ‘if’...
But of ‘When’.
Map
The Baltimore After Dark map can be found on Google Maps, here.
(Anarch) Regency Titles in Baltimore
Unsurprisingly, there are few formal positions within an Anarch domain, and in fact even those that appear to have the air of formality are anything but. Within Baltimore, during this new politically unstable period known as "The Julien Regency", the following positions have emerged:
Regent
a.k.a. Baron, Acting Prince, Interim Prince
With the absence of Prince William Good, Julien Lavalle has found himself thrust into the position of Regent with the support of some of the most powerful kindred in Baltimore. The motivations for his ascension are unclear, as is often the case with the politics of the night society. But what is certain is that Monsieur Lavalle is not William Good.
Anarch philosophy critiques authoritarian rule, yet acknowledges the need for leadership in a domain, often embodied by the figure of the Baron. Despite efforts to avoid autocracy, Barons can succumb to power's corrupting influence. They walk a delicate line between wise leadership and autocratic tendencies, often hindered by the impracticality of revolutionary ideals when practical matters demand attention.
Barons, akin to Princes, hold similar duties and privileges, but the inhabitants of their domains prefer a less dominating ruler. Consequently, a Baron's authority is more constrained, reflecting the Anarchs' willingness to trade some control for freedom. While they interpret the Traditions, their authority relies on reason, populism, and personal influence rather than absolute power. While they may arbitrate matters concerning the Masquerade and Domain, other Traditions are left to the free Kindred to resolve, with a Baron's input being advisory rather than binding policy.
Reeve
a.k.a. Sheriff
The Anarch Reeve, despite being a symbol of order in domains that reject such authority, is a necessary safeguard against chaos. Barons, wary of potential breaches of the Masquerade, often appoint Reeves to maintain discipline, though blind trust in fellow Anarchs is rare. While akin to a Sheriff, Reeves have even less oversight, often attracting bullies to the role. However, they must tread carefully, as the Baron and popular opinion within the domain can swiftly strip them of power. Though similar to Sheriffs in function, the Reeve's lower Status reflects the skepticism many Anarchs harbor toward authority figures.
Emissaries
a.k.a. Parlays, Primogen, Talkies
A free state can have five gangs, or it can have an uncounted number of ever-changing factions. These can be centered around clans, philosophies or individuals. No matter the number or their composition, at some points these groups clash and this is where the Emissaries come in. They are the diplomats, the negotiators and the advisors for their respective factions. They might still stab you in the back though.
Sweeper
a.k.a. Scourge
Occasionally, there's a rampant outbreak of vampires Embracing recklessly, or a betrayal from within the ranks. In such dire circumstances, immediate action is required without room for debate. This responsibility often falls on the Sweeper, an unofficial role typically assigned to a physically capable individual, not heavily involved in politics and possibly affiliated with a local gang or cell. During crises, this individual is tasked with eliminating threats until the situation is resolved. It's a thankless and socially isolating duty.
SS Achilles
The SS Achilles sits moored out in the harbour, a once proud freighter, has been left to rust and slowly be eaten by the ocean. At least that is how most mortals see her. For the kindred of Baltimore however, the Achilles has become a place to settle grievances, or make a name for yourself. For it is within her rusting hull that vampires come to fight.
Money, blood, boons can all be won here. As can arguments. The Achilles is officially off-the-record as far as the Camarilla is concerned, it is a Giovanni enterprise on the surface. But the place stinks of Tremere magic and Gangrel stand guard...
The SS Achilles can be accessed from a small bar in Little Italy. Those with the password are given access to the backroom, where a doorway leads from the mainland to the ship presumably by way of blood magic.
Elijah Giovanni has recently been named Manager of the SS Achilles.
Fights within the SS Achilles arena do not induce Frenzy. While Final Death IS possible accidentally, it is not sanctioned without the Prince's explicit approval. Fight to Torpor is possible, and those torpored will be restored back to conciousness... eventually.
(Defunct) Camarilla Titles in Baltimore
See (Anarch) Regency Titles in Baltimore
- Prince of Baltimore
- Seneschal of the Nightcourt
- Herald
- Sheriff
- Hound
- Scourge
- Underscourge
- Harpy
- Keeper of Elysium
- (Deputy) Keeper of [specific Elysium]