Welcome Sydney, a tiny city in the middle of Cape Breton Island, part of the Nova Scotia, Canada. Cape Breton Island looks like it broke off of Northern Scotland and swam across the Atlantic Ocean to connect with Canada. You can go ten minutes outside a city and be in the middle of nowhere.

It’s 1995, grunge is on it’s way out, cell phones are annoying, clunkie about the size of a brick. Dial-up is available but in select locations, but it’s just as annoying as you remember. The airport sees one or two flights a day. The railway is a dying business, but it’s limping along with some underworld money feeding into it.

Vampires have a small toe-hold on the island, and control most of the underworld activity.

Mages bit more influence with the city politicians and police.


Seven x Seven x Seven Aracale