For the 150,000 people who live within the bounds of Savannah, the world is a place of contrasts. Many folks never leave the area, but visitors and tourists are common on the streets. There are historical homes and elderly cemeteries that exist alongside modern art schools and trendy new restaurants while just minutes away roll unvisited swamps and the endless tide of the Atlantic Ocean.

Inasmuch as any city can be typical, Savannah exemplifies the environment in which the Kindred thrive. Sometimes people just vanish here. Sometimes they go to bars and never come home. Sometimes people who live alone vanish from their apartments; one day someone else moves in. The Kindred are all too happy to be agents of that - but sometimes the Kindred are the ones who vanish. Soon, every vampire discovers that she is not at the top of the food chain; that the monsters whose territories borders hers vanish, too, and no one knows where they go.

The Lady of Savannah holds court over the hungry dead, an Antebellum whore transformed by time and the Embrace into a beautiful, dignified, psychotic stateswoman. She has turned Savannah into a political middle-ground. The feuds of the sects are taboo here. Once between the waters of the Savannah and Ogeechee Rivers, the sects cease to exist. There are no Sabbat, no Camarilla, no Anarchs… only the Kindred. At least, so it is in theory and aloud. The intrigues of the court are baroque and ever-shifting. Outwardly, the Lady and her court are keeping calm and laughing off rumors of degeneracy and catastrophe. Behind the scenes, they’re flailing around for the salvation of their skins.