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Chicago...Home of a population of over three million people.
Chicago...A city of lights.
Chicago...The City of Wind.
The city...the tall buildings...the remaining stockyards...a place where no sane person leaves home without protection...it is not only corrupt but thoroughly honest and unapologetic in its corruption.
Chicago, home of the vampires who thirst for acceptance as well as blood.
Chicago, home of the lycans who struggle against the beasts within...
Chicago, home of the magical fey whose powers know no bounds...
Chicago, home of the witches and supernatural beings who crave power.
The setting is present day Chicago, Illinois. It is a city that has recently been rocked by a purging of the supernatural community. None of the powers that be are sure exactly what transpired. Unsure of what caused the recent troubles they are sure of one thing... Chicago is once again habitable to their kind. As such the city is in the middle of a land grab the likes of which hasn't been seen since the westward expansion. The first casualties appear to be the local Streak as the other clans have their hands at the throats of those who lust for power. Everyone wants their fair share and the city is in uproar as the dust begins to settle...
U.S. 14 Northwest Highway U.S. 14 was originally the "Black and Yellow Trail", so named as it connected Minnesota with the Black Hills and Yellowstone National Park.
In Chicago's Northwest Suburbs, it is known as Northwest Highway due to its direction as well as it paralleling the old Chicago and North Western railroad. It was originally called the Northwest Highway from Chicago to New Ulm, Minnesota, and some street signs in New Ulm, Chicago, and towns in between still show the old designation. Those inn the know understand that passing any of those original demarcators while reciting a whisper to the Sidhe will allow you egress into the Seelie Courts entrance foyer. It doesn't mean you might not be shown the door; but you will find yourself confronted with the sight of rolling green pastures bathed in eternal warmth welcoming you to the lands of the Seelie. The golden ball of light guiding your way turns from the track into an ancient forest. The sky is of a strange orange colour, and through a golden haze you see the trees of Tir Na Nog. No sickness, blemish or deformity marks them, and tall oak trees reign in magisterial beauty in this evergreen forest. You strain your ears as you hear a sweet music, faint and lilting, yet ancient and full of joy. Laughter filters to you through the leaves, and shadows filt from tree to tree above. Occasionally the lucky few might glimpse a member of the court before being shunted back.
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