Description

So, you want to ride with Padre and the Autarkis Gangrel of the Lost Souls coterie? You think you have what it takes to sleep rough over 1,200 miles of southern-Texas border with the Mexican Jaguar himself? To pistol-whip Sabbat incursions? To wrangle the cattle ranches and border crossings of the Circulatory System? To lasso drug mules carting vitae-laced meth? Big cojones, huh? Alright, saddle up. The border tribes can always use another quickdraw, if you pan out that is. Welcome to the Blood Frontier.