A feast, you knew of it, others knew of it, anybody who was anybody knew of it. To the Waking World it was but the biggest event of the year, where delicacies unheard of were served, and it was whispered of wherever meat was eaten.

To the Occult Underground, to the Initiated, it was an ascension. A Key-Holder, an alukite, and a feast of feasts, to sate desire yet still hunger. To give and take life. The Great Mother's favorite ascending to his place.

But now the feast is gone, the streets of Munich are flooded with hedonism and a public mourning. They do not know what for, but the Mansus is filled with gossip of a Crime, of a great Union. Here you meet, perhaps you were one of those who helped plan the feast, kept in the dark by your Delight, perhaps you ran here to hide in the chaos, or perhaps you were drawn here by the chaos. The world is changing, turning, things becoming History that were once Past. Together you may pursue your Desires, your Ascensions, and perhaps strive further.