The Bloodlines of Rollinsford

Forget most of what you know about vampires... They exist and they go by their own name... Estafru. Centuries have passed since the Great Purge, when Catholic hunter groups nearly drove the estafru to extinction. Only now are they beginning to flourish again. Isolated and dispersed, the estafru lead a meager existence of survival through concealment, most in clans beneath a despotic master. But tales still circulate through networks of estafru gossip. They tell of a lost time when the estafru nearly dominated the world under the loving and oppressive eye of their blood goddess, Plect'Aratha. To most it is just scripture, but there are some who still follow the old ways. They are social pariahs, outcasts among outcasts. Dwelling in the darker, tainted hollows of the world, they worship and wait for their goddess's return. Such is Clan Rollinsford, nestled in an abandoned colonial village in New Hampshire's Vaughn Woods. Here the cries of a tormented innocent signify an important arrival, destined to lift the estafru back to providence.