Credits

Written By: Neal Litherland

Edited By: Adrian Kennelly
Published By: Azukail Games

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 Location, Location,
Location
Tobias “Toby” Chesterfield was waiting on the
front stoop of the Mansfield Place when the silver
sedan pulled past the gate, and into the driveway.
The soft purr of the engine quieted, and the driver
got out. Tall and sleek, dressed in a black pants suit,
Lilian Vasquez had a presence that you could feel
at fifteen paces. Toby ran a hand back through his
thick, chestnut hair and put his thousand-watt smile
on his face as she mounted the steps.
“This is the place you mentioned?” she asked.
Her voice was carefully neutral, but one manicured
eyebrow lifted skeptically.
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“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Toby said, opening
the front door. The intricately carved piece had faded
with time and exposure to the elements, but the dark
stain still gave it a gothic air. “Step inside, and let me
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show you some of the Mansfield’s secrets.”
As Toby led his client through the building, he
began telling its tale. The manor house was built back
near the turn of the century, the materials brought
in from long-defunct factories and mills across the
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valley. Mansfield, an entrepreneur and eccentric,
built the house into the side of the mountain. The
rooms were tacked on seemingly at random, and
there were secret passages he could use to move
unseen from one part of the structure to another.
When he died under mysterious circumstances the
house and its valuables were sold to cover his debts.
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While there had been various owners, ranging from
tycoons looking for summer homes, to celebrities
who wanted to show off, to one or two famous artists
who sought isolation for their work, the Mansfield
Place was never in one person’s possession for any
great length of time. Murders, suicides, paranoia and
more had seeped into the very boards, according to
some, and its market share had dropped lower and
lower the longer it stayed vacant. These days it wasn’t
even on the sheets; most agents had given up trying
to sell the place entirely.
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“That’s all very interesting,” Lilian said, though
the tone of her voice suggested otherwise. “I assume
there’s a point to all of this?”
“You gave me a rather long list of requirements
for a property,” Toby said, crossing the empty parlor
to an impressive fireplace. “It needed to be within
the limits of a town, but with no nearby neighbors.
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Large, but not easily found by main roads. It needed
to have few, if any, windows that faced East or West.
This place, difficult as it was to locate, meets all the
requirements you gave me.”
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“All but the most important,” Lilian said, folding
her arms. She frowned, but Toby smiled at her.
“You judge me too harshly,” Toby said, resting a
hand on the mantle. “As soon as you told me that you
wanted a property that had a private space that would
be impossible for outsiders to locate, I remembered
another story. One that doesn’t get told very much
unless you’re a local who grew up around here.”
Toby bent down, and reached up inside the fireplace.
There was a loud thunk somewhere behind the
fireplace. Taking out a handkerchief, Toby wiped
the dirt and dust off his hand before pressing on the
wall. It slid aside, revealing a stone spiral staircase that
went down into the mountain. He beamed like a kid
at show-and-tell, took out his phone, and turned on
the flashlight.
“I saved the best for last,” he said.
Toby led the way down the stairs, the bright, white
light of his phone bobbing. Lilian’s heels clicked on
the stairs behind him. Niches in the walls bore pools of
melted wax, and black soot marks from long-forgotten
candles marred the stone. There were even rusty iron
hooks that still held lanterns in some places. None
of them had been lit in what looked like a century.
After a single turn the stairs ended at a landing, and
an arched doorway. Toby stepped through, and Lilian
gasped. It was the first reaction he’d heard out of her
on the entire tour.
 “Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Toby said,
raising his phone and playing it over the space.
Natural rock walls curved outwards, and veins of
lighter colored stone ran through them. A stream
cut through the place, burbling and babbling
pleasantly as it went. A beautifully-carved fireplace
that was the twin of the one above but for the figure
of a woman carved above it was the room’s central
a feeling that he’d clinched the sale. She shook his
hand, and gave him a small smile, assuring him she’d
give him a call by tomorrow morning regarding her
client’s interest. Then she got back into her car, and
headed back out onto the road.
As soon as she was out of sight, Lilian hit the first
speed dial on her phone. The call was answered

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feature, and there were stains where it looked like
rugs and furniture had once sat. Stone caskets were immediately by a rough, purring voice. A voice that
ranged along the far end of the room in a neat row. didn’t even pretend to sound human.
“Mansfield was a long-term thinker. He had a place
for himself, his wife and their children prepared.

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Sadly he never found a wife, and almost nobody ever “Yes?” the creature known only as the Tainted asked.
found out about this place.”
“We’ve found it, Master,” Lilian said. “It’s perfect.”
“And how did you find it, exactly?” Lilian asked.
Silence hummed on the line for a long moment.
“My best friend’s older brother came into the house Then the kindred asked, “And the one who provided?”
on a dare when he was in high school,” Toby said.

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He put one hand on the fireplace, looking up at the Lilian pursed her lips. She took the switchback
woman carved there. “An absolute downpour opened turns with ease, frowning at the rain falling onto
up outside. It was cold, so he decided to build a fire her windshield.
and wait it out. He reached up too high, and found
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the switch by accident. Told me and my friend about
it, but Charlie was never brassy enough to come in “He would make a fine caretaker for the estate,”
here and find out for himself whether his brother she said. “In my estimation.”
was pulling his leg or not.”

“Very well,” the Tainted said. “I will make

Lilian didn’t say anything after that, but Toby had arrangements.”
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 Introduction

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Even The Wicked Need Their acquiring it. Storytellers should feel free to use these as
ways to increase personal plot for any players attempting
Rest to acquire these locations... particularly since coteries will
often share a haven, if it’s large enough.
Vampires are capable of astonishing feats, and even the
weakest of them command powers that awe and terrify
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mortals. However, the kindred all share the weaknesses of

the vampiric condition, and like any hunting beast they
have a tendency to seek a lair. A place where they are safe,
and where they can rest. Among the shadow community
such places are referred to as a haven.
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Like the kindred themselves, havens come in all shapes,

and in all sizes. From penthouse apartments worth more
than entire neighborhoods where one can look down
on their domain, to abandoned tunnels where only the
most desperate are washed up, to crumbling countryside
manors, and isolated caverns, the kindred can be found
nearly anywhere.

The following list of havens are merely some suggestions

for locations one might find suitable. In addition to a
description of the haven itself, there are also suggested
benefits and complications that one might run into when

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