Quotes / The Dark Times

Four hundred centuries have passes since man stepped out into the cold depths of space. Forty thousand years. An age so long that that its history lies shrouded in legend. Who knows how Mankind came to be scattered across a million disparate worlds? Who remembers the wars that tore ancient Earth asunder and dragged man down to the level of brute beasts? Who could recognize the names of Earth's ancient ruins, of nations destroyed and peoples long since crumbled to dust? To these questions, there can no answers. From these times there come only whispers of horror and death.

Too many tales... too many tales to sort through. It was my time, and even I cannot believe everything I have heard of the Long Night. The accounts of kings in the thrall of unliving courtesans... of entire cathedrals woven of living and unliving flesh that shuddered with the thirst for blood... of iron-toothed crones clutching flayed scrolls inscribed with the secrets of Lilith... of demons sinking their talons into the minds of kine and even Cainites... of heresy cults preaching the word of Caine the Savior... of a cup filled with the blood of Malkav... of ancient gods deep beneath peat bogs, devouring the sacrifices offered them until they woke... of the Old Folk catching and torturing anyone without the iron to keep them at bay...
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Malkavian (Revised)