As an Iron Horseman, let me give you the lowdown—freedom’s in our blood. Ask any Gangrel or Ravnos, they’ll tell you about the drifters among us, the kindred with restless Beasts driving them to chase the horizon. But it ain’t just them; deep down, we all crave that freedom, the kind that gets stifled by city politics where everyone’s scrambling up the social ladder.

Back in the 1800s, America laid the tracks for the first real kindred freedom with those iron horses—the railroads. Sure, the Ventrue might’ve funded ’em, but it was us, the true rail barons, who ruled. We moved with transient workers, setting up signs for safe spots and marking territories to avoid.

Times have evolved since then. Cars, planes, and modern machinery shifted humanity away from the rails, but we adapted. Many of us turned into bikers or truckers. Here in Chicago, we’ve got a unique spot—it’s the crossroads for all six major railroads. It’s where road meets rail, and as the Camarilla locks down their shiny high-rises, we’re out here, establishing mobile Baronies.

The Beckoning and the Second Inquisition hit us hard, tearing holes in our networks and those against us, especially here in Chicago. This city’s always been our hub, a place for our safehouses and for moving what needs to be moved under the radar. Now, it’s time to come back, bolster what’s left, and maybe even claim new ground. The road’s calling, and the Iron Horsemen are answering. Are you in?