Warrens

The wretched halls of the former Saint Burleaux Tuberculosis Sanatorium now play haven and home to those of the Nosferatu clan, the combination of heavily piled upon fencing and wire keeping most nosy goers out.Those that aren’t detained by the threat of tetanus are usually dissuaded by rumours of a giant ‘shadow cat’ that prowls the grounds for new prey.

The interior of the hospital halls are filled with the stench of decrepit decay, suffocating to any who still possess the need for lungs, but just one more added defense for this notoriously hidden clan. Any rooms that are not wrecked by the ages have been entirely re-purposed. Half flooded records rooms are the favorite haunt of the Primogen. An old monitoring station covers the entire ground works. And a rotted away bathroom provides a large enough hole for a spawning pool. For any who attempt to enter not of the clan, whether they be kine, Kindred, or others, they are soon met with a number of defenses, both sadistic and deadly in nature.