An evening of shared brainstorming is a delightful thing. (Hello Rick!)
Spoiler tag as I may use some of the results...
A Prince setting every faction against the others... but you can’t keep that up forever.
Nosferatu based in an old mine, coughing up black choking dust as they speak and so used to it that they need similarly poisoned victims so they actively polluted the city. Clean air policies pushed by their enemies in Clan Toreador and others. Their base was an old soft coal power station, sealed for years and now scheduled for demolition. Are any of them still down there?
The pollution also got into the water, harming its spiritual effect and weakening the Tremere using the bridge as a focus.
Studios apartments replacing an old slaughterhouse, and complaints of a red tinge in the water.
And there’s an old mariner Gangrel around the docks as well. One day, sewer workers will find its larder. One of the victims might even still be alive.
An antifolk singer is a Toreador ghoul, and her maudlin lyrics are getting a little close to the Masquerade. Though this may be a nudge by upstart Toreador looking to overthrow the local elder because her tastes are so passé. This may also be why the Toreador rarely hold power for long... and the other clans like to keep it that way.
A designer drug which temporarily gives its users the ability to see auras. Easy to dismiss as hallucinations, but a few repeated users have started to notice some auras are persistently pale. Possibly the work of a Malkavian spreading discord, or seeking to mark the users with a spot of his blood.
A Brujah ancilla who was an escaped slave in life, leading a gang of chain-breakers out to liberate ghouls by force.
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