Words of our tribe.

The battle of heaven and hell raged on. A period were only the mortal souls felt the sands of time. There were many battles to decide the faith of the land. The most historical quarrel includes the six angels that denied god’s will. Closing their heart to the light, the angels lost their wings and grew distinctive fangs. The kindred were born. God’s wrath enchanted the devil’s darkness and the war was won. Condemned to eternal, the vampires were punished. Their curse is the lack of faith in the hearts of men; they must now feed on the sins of the humans. Surviving in shadows, they cannot be seen. They lurk in moonlight, away from sight. The kindred angels are our fathers. The first breaths of our kind. Our fathers, the Boojo Kings. Let us pray for their guidance and grace. Let us be known by our entire race.

To let the Ravnos find their home, to the promised lands of our fathers.

To all my Boojo brothers

-Stone-