The mortal world is in crisis. Financial markets are collapsing, investments evaporating and governments scrambling to fix it all. Policies to encourage spending are implemented across the globe, making it easier than ever before for kindred to get their hands on worldly possessions. Yet while the mortals worry about their cash, the kindred have a more serious concern.

Something has crept into, and latched onto, a Kindred's blood. Something...foul. And it's not letting go.

The Nosferatu whisper about a government experiment, scientists working overtime deep in one of their secret laboratories. The scrying of the Tremere lead them to believe that someone has failed - or succeeded – in a tempestuous arcane ritual, and a new form of supernatural entity has been born. They point fingers at the Giovanni, who deny it all, calling on their own spirits to investigate. Yet the Baali cackle in their lairs, each nest thinking another has brought across a beast infernal. Yet none can name the creature, or even speak of it's nature. The Lasombra send in their Inquisitors assuming the infernalists' claims are true, although no evidence can be found in the ashes of the demon lovers. The Tzimisce watch it all, intrigued more than anything, their Koldunic Sorcerers keen to bind the infection to their own ends...unless it cannot be controlled. Tegyrius calls his warriors to arms, a chance for the Assamites to show their value to the Camarilla. In the wilderness, the Gangrel laugh as the Inner Circle worry, yet they fear this thing lest it accost their own.

What is the true nature of the Curse? Is it a spirit trapped in the blood, piggy-backing the Kindred's defiance of death? A demon, perhaps, incorporeal but for it's sanguine hunger? A virus of more mundane origin, a genetically altered strain of rabies set loose in an attempt to wipe out vampires?

While tongues wag and rumors fly, kindred gather. Will you be there to fight or spread the Curse of the Foul Thirst?