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“And on the pedestal these words appear:

'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains.

Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias

Time is a funny thing in the ancient land of Egypt: Everything changes, everything stays the same.

After the Arab Spring disaster, everyone one is walking carefully, trying to figure out there position in this new world. The Weaver-addled military is still in control, but the werewolves of the Caren of the Healing Dawn have more pressing things on their mind.  

After some deft industrial espionage, it was discovered that the dreaded Apophis Pipeline is going to installed by Endron, which is causing quite a stir in the local supernatural community. Jackal Fever is ravaging Cairo and is causing a surge in bane activity. Tensions are rising over the Ahadi between the more conservative Get and Red Talons who believe that sharing sacred spaces with Fera is tantamount to breaking the Litany and the Striders and Shadow Lords who think that is a vital, necessary, and practical  move to help combat the Wyrm. Worse yet, based on the activity in the Umbra it seems like something ancient and evil is stirring in the sand of the western desert.

Everything changes, everything stays the same.