So, you want to ride with Padre and the Autarkis Gangrel of the Lost Souls coterie? You think you have what it takes to sleep rough over 1,200 miles of southern-Texas border with the Mexican Jaguar himself? To pistol-whip Sabbat incursions? To wrangle the cattle ranches and border crossings of the Circulatory System? To lasso drug mules carting vitae-laced meth? Big cojones, huh? Alright, saddle up. The border tribes can always use another quickdraw, if you pan out that is. Welcome to the Blood Frontier.