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Sabbat LARP Den Bosch: Children of the Duke

".....inspired to mortal nightmare.

Ebony dressed for sunset.

In the dulcet whisper of the damned..."


Welcome to the nocturnal realms of 's Hertogenbosch.

(the story told by mortals)

Where the children of the Duke rule the nocturnal town. Local mortals will not be outside their houses if they dont have to, although they dont know what lurks in the darkness outside, they prefer to stay in and never find out. Some who do go out at night have a constant feeling of being watched at "......WHAT was that moving in the shadows???........." they ask themselves, but they think it was only a cat or any other beast that walks trough the nightly streets. Beasts......they certainly are right about that, but these beasts show no mercy, "mortals are fun to play with " is the motto of some.

One Archbisshop and his bisshops, control these foul creatures. However there is something going on.....a battle of control perhaps, or are there others who know of the existance of vampires? Who could say...only they i'm afraid. Are you brave enough to visit the ghostly realm of nocturnal Den Bosch?? Do you dare to go and see them feed, covered in warm blood, the terrifing screams of they victims still echo when they drop the corpse and stalk a new one...

I....know of a place they gather once a month. It is an old building, full of spookie shadows, sometimes screams can be heard from it's basements.....Some who entered never came back. But vampires don't exist..they are only a myth....

.....Right??....

Walking up to the battered door, you check the number with the one given to you.. it says. Silently you've prayed that this place didn't exist after all.
Raising your hand to the knocker, the door opens before you're even halfway. A handsome looking man in evenining dress stands in the opening and smiles.

"Weclome", he says, "I've been expecting you. Enter, freely, tonight I shall be your humble host."



"We the nocturnal few, bound by other laws

to the service of the enemies of the sabbat,

are silent and hidden, yet our exquisite fire burns on

poised to engulf..."