(or lack thereof)
“Don’t Hang Out Anywhere You See Ten Trees Together.”
Tucked in the middle of New York State, surrounded by Lupine-infested wilderness, with established Sabbatt domains to the North and to the East, the Syracuse Domain has more troubles than one would expect in a sleepy rust-belt city. Making matters worse is the subjugation of the domain by Rochester, and a transient Kindred population that never seems to settle down. This is no cosmopolitan utopia of dashing Ventrue and charming Toreador. This is Syracuse Nightlife.