In the game, Tash and Emma enjoy a nice glass or two of blood at Tash’s table.
Emma: Hey Tash, why aren’t there any old vampires around? You’re 8th Gen and you’re the oldest vampire I know.
Tash: All the really old vampires are in torpor.
An ancient vampire holds its hands over a globe, imagining its web of power. Tash narrates.
Tash: For centuries the ancient methuselahs ruled the word with their plots and schemes.
The ancient vampire climes into a coffin as Tash continues to narrate.
Tash: But in time, the risk of younger vampires deposing them was too high, so they retreated into a long sleep, leaving minions to carry out their designs.
Back at the table, Emma looks skeptical.
Emma: Wait, they were worried younger vampires would kill them, so they responded by going into a helpless state where they couldn’t defend themselves? Are you sure they didn’t just want a nap?
Tash: Ruling the world through plots and schemes does get tiring.