# I Saw Lizzie Proctor... Eight packs of the vicious and bloodthirsty vampiric society known as the *Sabbat* have converged upon an abandoned mining town in the mountains of Pennsylvania. Some among the Sabbat claim that a group of demon-worshipers have begun a grand ritual in this ghost town to summon some rough beast from beyond the edges of the world, while others claim that such superstitious nonsense is being used to cover up a much more mundane power grab. Regardless of the facts, each of the eight Packs has descended upon this place in hopes that they will be able to gain power, lay low a rival, and prevent -or cause- the end of the world. ## Packs [[Kangaroo]] [[Chain of Custody]] [[Exculpation]] [[Habeas Corpus]] [[Fruit of a Poison Tree]] [[Voir Dire]] [[No Contest]] [[Reasonable Doubt]] ## Plot A few weeks ago, an infernal ritual was performed in the abandoned ghost town of Megged's Hill. No one is certain of its nature or who performed it, but word has spread that those responsible were wiped out. Accounts differ; some believe that the ritual went wrong and killed the ritualists, others believe that it went right and killed the ritualists anyway, yet others believe the ritual went fine, and the ritualists were ambushed by an unknown party as they recovered from the effort. Now, various factions of the Sabbat, a mysterious and powerful confederacy of bloodthirsty, monstrous vampires who call themselves *Cainites*, are looking into the events of Megged's Hill. Some are Inquisitors, here to purge the infernal magic with steel and fire. Others are infernalists themselves, here to seize the power of the ritual and with it serve their own goals. Some may even be part of the same cult as the original ritualists, seeking to understand what went wrong. Yet others are power brokers, taking advantage of the large gathering in order to pursue advantage, gather information, or lay low a rival. In total, eight packs have converged on the ghost town of Megged's Hill. Among them are some of the greatest, and most terrible, powers of the Sabbat. These are monsters among monsters, for whom the night itself bows and scrapes. Among them as well are those hungry and eager to take and rise, who seek forbidden knowledge and unparalleled power. Perhaps the cruel inquisitors will succeed, and purge the blight, or perhaps another faction, dark and darkly led, will rise to supremacy. One thing is certain, by night's end, fires will rage, blood will spill, and creatures older than the written word will find their end on these unhallowed grounds.