| Venue Name: | Luna Sangrienta |
| Genre: | Werewolf: The Forsaken |
| Domain: | Sangre del Sol (FL-032-D : Ft. Lauderdale) |
| Venue Storyteller: | Steve Zelenty (US2005043238) |
| VST Contact: | balefire47@gmail.com |
| Game Times: | TBD |
He lay there, staring at the blood-red moon in the sky. He tries to move, but his body is wracked with pain, and the smell of fresh blood fills the air again. Fresh blood, mixed with the smell of Death from all around him. The silence is deafening.
Slowly he turns his head to the side. Bodies, everywhere. His pack, the closest thing he had to a family... dead. His allies and friends from within the clutch... dead. His enemies, the waves of Pure they fought in this bloody battle... dead.
What happened? We had it all planned out so well... Were we betrayed?
He slowly struggled through the pain to raise his hand to wipe the blood from his eyes and clear his senses. He smelled other smells... smoke... burning flesh... sickness... His hands drops and he looks up to the sky once more. He sees nothing different.
"Luna Sangrienta..."
The words come out gravelly. His lips crack from the effort, dry from laying here for unknown hours. He lays back down, letting his body slowly heal from the wounds that it could. He tries to speak once more, quietly and pleading.
"Mother Luna, help me."
He stares at the moon, praying that She will hear his call when the silence is broken. He hears the sound of flesh ripping as it's devoured. The sounds of blood being lapped by an inhuman muzzle... and the shaking of the ground as something moves toward him.
Slowly, the darkness begins to close in. The sky is clear of clouds, but the moon fades beyond the dark. All that remains is the hints of red light on the trees beyond the clearing.
We truly are Forsaken...
He closes his eyes, but still sees the Bloodmoon in his mind's eye. He feels teeth rip into his throat, and the last of his lifeblood as it pours in a warm rush across his chest. He slips, fading into the darkness that surrounds him, thinking one last thought.
Luna Sangrienta.
| 4 | Action | Combat and Challenges |
| 3 | Character Development | Personal dilemmas and choices |
| 2 | Darkness | PC death or corruption |
| 3 | Drama | Ceremony and grand story |
| 2 | Intrigue | Politics and negotiation |
| 3 | Manners | Social etiquette and peer pressure |
| 4 | Mystery | Enigmas and investigation |
| 3 | Pace | How fast do stories emerge, develop, and resolve? |
| Rating | Description |
| 1 | Never present |
| 2 | Sometimes present |
| 3 | Often present |
| 4 | Usually present |
| 5 | Always present |
The game starts in the aftermath of a year long war with the Pure. For most of the year, the encounters were mere skirmishes... testing probes from both sides into each other's territory. In time, the tactics became more bold and violent. Uratha began killing Uratha. There were even those who began wielding silver weapons to strike down their foes. The war built to a final, bloody battle that left both factions of Uratha decimated. Few survived. For the last few months since the battle, there has been no sign of the Pure. The few surviving Forsaken of the area have laid low until recently.
The territories of the Forsaken have been desecrated by the Pure. Without the watchful eye of Father Wolf's border guards, the Spirit courts have grown in numbers and power. With so few Forsaken protecting the land, it's only a matter of time before the Hosts sense new opportunity to follow through with their primal urgings. Every night that passes that the land goes unpatrolled, the area's fate grows darker. There are even darker things out there than the Spirit courts and the Hosts.... some of them may already be here.