In the supernatural halls of power in the old, dusty forgotten substructures and mansions of Philadelphia there came a whisper one day. The whisper told of an artifact that could control the dead, be they vampire or spirit-kind. The two pillars of power, the vampiric House of Brittingham, and the self-proclaimed defenders of humanity, the Penumbra Brotherhood, acted with an immediacy almost unheard of for either faction. Both sects needed to find the item before the other because he who holds the shamanskin controls the army of the world's undead. The denizens of Hartshorn, PA, those that sleep above ground and those that do not, know nothing of the hell that is about to rain down on them like Heaven's ejected rebellion. It is a confrontation that will decide the fate of all humankind.