Dublin.

The city of Dublin is one of the brightest and fastest growing cities in Europe. Prosperity and modernization are everywhere you look. In the World of Darkness though, the shadows loom a little bit longer, the nights are a little bit darker, and the scars of war and hardship run a little bit deeper.


The Irish have been fighting against British rule for centuries, and Dublin sits as the center of Irish growth, independence, free thought and is the capital of the Republic of Ireland. In the mortal world, the turmoil against the British culminated with The Easter Rising of 1916, the Irish War of Independence, and the subsequent Irish Civil War. In the world of the Kindred, one individual has been central in defying London’s influence and maintaining unity in Dublin: Prince Donall' O'Connor.

Little is known about the Prince’s history before the 1700’s. Those of his coterie rarely discuss how he came to be in Dublin, but it’s well known by the Camarilla in the city that his hatred for England runs deep and crimson. During the 19th and early 20th century, Donall' came to control Dublin as a free state, using both Dublin and Belfast as his personal staging ground against London and Prince Mithras. The turmoil and warfare was generally overt at this time, skating perilously close to shattering the Masquerade. Donall' and his Coterie cared little about the edicts of the Camarilla, claiming that any organization that would support the oppression levied by the Ventrue ancients was just as guilty of treachery against the Irish and Scottish people.

The war continued to rage until late 1921; Dublin was visited by a massive contingent of Archons and at least 2 Justicars. It was then that the ultimatum was levied to the kindred of the city. The Toreador Justicar, Gunther, presented his case to the city, especially Donall', very plainly; either the city join the Camarilla and play the Jihad by the traditions, or Donall' would be red-listed and hunted, along with his coterie. He plainly stated that the Camarilla as a whole had no interest in taking a side in this war, nor did they wish to show partiality towards either region. What he did state was anyone violating the traditions of the Camarilla would be viewed as a hostile threat. Gunther offered Donall' full rights as Prince and accepted him as sole purveyor of the domain. Then, reiterating his point, told Donall' that if he turned down the offer, the Camarilla as a whole would then become his enemy as well. Begrudgingly, he accepted the title.



Since then, Dublin has been a city quite a bit unlike many others. The Prince and his coterie are strongly individualistic, and don’t favor the pomp and circumstance of many other contemporary, traditional Camarilla cities. While they do follow the Traditions of the Camarilla, they are apt to enforce them with their own interpretations. All the positions of the Camarilla are in place, but in a much more casual fashion. Acknowledged kindred are treated more like family and less like subjects in a kingdom. The Brujah Prince has stated that he has a strong distaste for imperialism, and runs his city very similar to the kine politics of the area. Status and standing are important, but not as important as general respect and solidarity.

While Dublin remains peaceful, it is a careful balancing act. In the late 1800’s, an agreement was reached with the sizable lupine population of Ireland. Prince Donall’ and the head of the lupines were able to come to tentative terms of peace, preventing the slaughter of the Vampires of Dublin. Included in this treaty were the conditions that the Vampires do not feed from local Irish kine, and that the Vampire population respect and avoid the ancient burial landmarks in Ireland. Since then, it has been the Prince’s edict that this treaty be followed to the letter. Many foolish Kindred have met their final death after violating these laws.

In addition to this remains the quiet, simmering war against London and now Queen Anne. It is believed that Mithras has taken to Torpor, and his lapdog, Anne, has taken the reigns of his domain. Tonight, the Jihad is played through influence and kine, but can be just as brutal and volatile as any mortal civil war. Things are always just a few heartbeats away from exploding.

You are one of the kindred of Dublin; a city of pride, growth, fierce nationalism and history. You stalk the shadows, trying to fit into a culture that is quickly passing you by. Your beast urges you to give up all your mortal trappings, whispering obscenities into your soul. Will you survive the final nights, and what will be left of you?