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 vampire 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 vampires’ World of Darkness®. 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

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By Bjorn T. Boe, Travis-jason FeldsTein, ChrisTopher KoBar and dean shomshaK

vampire CreaTed By marK rein•hagen

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Written by: Bjørn T. Boe, Travis-Jason Feldstein, Christopher Kobar and Dean Shomshak. Vampire and the World of Darkness created by Mark Rein•Hagen.Storyteller Game System Design: Mark Rein•HagenDeveloped by: Justin AchilliEditor: Carl BowenArt Director: Richard ThomasLayout & Typesetting: Mike ChaneyInterior Art: Michael Gaydos, Andrew Trabbold, Christopher Shy, Vince Locke, Matt Mitchell, Guy Davis, Drew Tucker, and Josh Timbrook.Front Cover Art: William O’ConnorFront & Back Cover Design: Mike Chaney

speCial ThanKs

Thanks to fans, collectors, players and Storytellers for 13 kick-ass years. It wouldn’t have been half the fun without you.

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prelude: ouroBoros 4

inTroduCTion: The Beginning oF The end 14

ChapTer one: The Final nighTs 20

ChapTer Two: wormwood 40

ChapTer Three: Fair is Foul 88

ChapTer Four: nighTshade 124

ChapTer Five: The CruCiBle oF god 168

ChapTer six: sToryTelling 210

appendix: CharaCTers 228

TaBle oF ConTenTs

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prelude: ouroBoros

By Ari Marmell

Coming as she did to the church of Abu Serga, without invitation, the Egyptian Tremere called Hyapatia should never have been able to enter this holy site. Her flesh crawled as she mounted the steps. She stretched a hand toward the door with her other arm wrapped about a bone-white canopic jar. Her fingers ached; her mind screamed in instinctive fear. Hyapatia wanted desperately to turn and flee.

But Hyapatia was not in the driver’s seat to-night.

A thaumaturgical word shattered the locks, al-lowing her entrance.

Her feet burned against the church floor. The gazes of the Apostles, each carved into a marble pillar, pierced her skull, pinning down her swirl-ing thoughts like dead butterflies. By the time she reached the door to the crypt below, her skin had reddened, even blackened in places.

Each step down the stairs was an abyss. She tasted blood on her lips and could not think enough to wonder from which orifice it came. She lost track of where she was, which way she must turn. Nothing was real. Nothing existed but the searing agony of the ambient faith…

…and the voice she’d heard so often in past months, urging her forward.

Finally, just as she could stand no more, she was there. She saw two figures through eyes on the verge of boiling. The first figure bore stigmatic wounds upon its arms and wept blood even as it bared jag-ged fangs in a furious snarl. The second, clearly with child, retreated in fear.

Hyapatia tossed back her head, ignoring the tearing of burnt flesh, and let loose a primal scream. And just before the faith shared by the church and its Nosferatu keeper immolated her, Hyapatia wrenched open the canopic jar and smashed it at the pregnant woman’s feet.

* * *A strangely mismatched pair stood on the tarmac

at Cairo’s International Airport, watching as burly men unloaded a large crate from the belly of a small jet. They had chosen an isolated runway, even though their cargo was not technically illegal.

Once the men had dispersed, the taller of the two figures — olive-skinned, handsome yet some-how furtive — stepped forward. Crowbar in hand, he set to work on the crate’s fastenings. His smaller companion, who appeared to be a teenager, stared off at an angle, as though not really seeing the crate before him. Perhaps, considering the unnatural hue of his eyes, he didn’t.

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