Mortals were hardest hit by the plague. Some who had watched for centuries, handing knowledge down from father to son, sorcerer to desciple, some of these saw it coming. Dreams and divinations of bloody nightmares, death. Seeing a train coming at you doesn't stop it. But some managed to hide away their books, to find and cultivate healers that managed to help them survive the plague and the other illnesses that beset when the people started dropping on the streets.

Those who dreamed or saw blamed the garou, turning what was a basic tolerance and unease into a wolf hunt. Remnants of different orders combined, plotted, and arose in strength from the ashes. The Templars of Illumination, far more than their ancestral cousins in the Skull and Bones, the Masons, even the few Sionists, others who feared for the survival of humanity in a dark age saw this as their best chance for a full takeover at last.

Moving forward, they seized power. Seized knowledge and libraries, forming more groups to spread out through the capitals and become more openly the shepherds of humanity they felt all along. Only the Garou and those with that unclean blood are hunted. For now. But if there were traditions against betraying oneself of being another race before, there are practical unwritten laws against it now. Sooner or later, the blatant tend to disappear. The very ugly, the very beautiful...

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