The End of the World for the Damned The prophecies of Gehenna were true. The world teeters on the brink of an undead apocalypse, the night when the progeni- tors of the race rise to consume their childer amid a rain of blood and fire. As their fated Armageddon arises, what can the Kindred do? Drawing the Vampire® line to a close, Gehenna brings about the conclusion of ’ ®. Featuring a sliding scale by which Storytellers can custom-tailor the events of the end to their own chronicles, this book places the final accounting for the Curse of Caine in the hands of the players’ characters. Gehenna includes: • Four scenarios, each of which ends the world in a different way • The collected story elements from throughout the Vampire line, providing hooks to use them as catalysts for Gehenna • Opportunities for any Kindred, from thin-blooded neonates to ancient elders, to take part in the events of Gehenna Sample file SampleBy B j o r n T. Bo e , Tr a v i s -Ja s o n F e l d s t efile i n , Ch r i s t o p h e r K o b a r a n d D e a n S h o m s h a k Va m p i r e c r e a t e d b y M a r k R e i n •Ha g e n

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By Ari Marmell

Coming as she did to the church of Abu Serga, Finally, just as she could stand no more, she was without invitation, the Egyptian Tremere called there. She saw two figures through eyes on the verge Hyapatia should never have been able to enter this of boiling. The first figure bore stigmatic wounds holy site. Her flesh crawled as she mounted the steps. upon its arms and wept blood even as it bared jag- She stretched a hand toward the door with her other ged fangs in a furious snarl. The second, clearly with arm wrapped about a bone-white canopic jar. Her child, retreated in fear. fingers ached; her mind screamed in instinctive fear. Hyapatia tossed back her head, ignoring the Hyapatia wanted desperately to turn and flee. tearing of burnt flesh, and let loose a primal scream. But Hyapatia was not in the driver’s seat to- And just before the faith shared by the church and its night. Nosferatu keeper immolated her, Hyapatia wrenched A thaumaturgical word shattered the locks, al- open the canopic jar and smashed it at the pregnant lowing her entrance. woman’s feet. Her feet burned against the church floor. The * * * gazes of the Apostles, each carved into a marble A strangely mismatched pair stood on the tarmac pillar, pierced her skull, pinning down her swirl- at Cairo’s International Airport, watching as burly ing thoughts like dead butterflies. By the time she men unloaded a large crate from the belly of a small reached the door to the crypt below, her skin had jet. They had chosen an isolated runway, even though reddened, even blackened in places. their cargo was not technically illegal. Each step down the stairs was an abyss. She Once the men had dispersed, the taller of the tasted blood on her lips and could not think enough two figures — olive-skinned, handsome yet some- to wonder from which orifice it came. She lost track how furtive — stepped forward. Crowbar in hand, of where she was, which way she must turn. Nothing he set to work on the crate’s fastenings. His smaller wasSample real. Nothing existed but the searing agony of companion, who appeared to befile a teenager, stared the ambient faith… off at an angle, as though not really seeing the crate …and the voice she’d heard so often in past before him. Perhaps, considering the unnatural hue months, urging her forward. of his eyes, he didn’t.

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