Portland is the largest and most populous city in Oregon and the seat of Multnomah County. It is a major port in the Willamette Valley region of the Pacific Northwest, at the confluence of the Willamette river and Columbia river. As of 2019, Portland had an estimated population of 654,741, making it the 26th most populated city in the United States, the sixth-most populous on the West Coast, and the second-most populous in the Pacific Northwest after Seattle. Approximately 2.4 million people live in the Portland metropolitan statistical area (MSA), making it the 25th most populous in the United States. Its combined statistical area (CSA) ranks 19th-largest with a population of around 3.2 million. Approximately 47% of Oregon's population resides within the Portland metropolitan area.

Named after Portland, Maine, the Oregon settlement began to be populated in the 1830s near the end of the Oregon Trail. Its water access provided convenient transportation of goods, and the timber industry was a major force in the city's early economy. At the turn of the 20th century, the city had a reputation as one of the most dangerous port cities in the world, a hub for organized crime and racketeering. After the city's economy experienced an industrial boom during World War II, its hard-edged reputation began to dissipate. Beginning in the 1960s, Portland became noted for its growing progressive political values, earning it a reputation as a bastion of counterculture.

The city operates with a commission-based government guided by a mayor and four commissioners as well as Metro, the only directly elected metropolitan planning organization in the United States. Its climate is marked by warm, dry summers and cool, rainy winters. This climate is ideal for growing roses, and Portland has been called the "City of Roses" for over a century.

Strong changeling presence.


Portland, OR - An Anarch Baronial Council jointly rules here (some like to say Democratically, but they're still all vampires, after all). Portland is the gateway to the Anarch Free States, and have had more than a few skirmishes with the Kindred of Jet City.


Andrew Emory, an 11th gen Lasombra was the bishop of Portland, Oregon until November 2000. He was first embraced in 1996.

Captain Wrack

Captain Wrack came by his title and troop honestly: he bullied, beat, and bit his way up the chain of command. Even as a childling he had organized a gang of ruffians and thieves that terrorized the court of Portland in the Kingdom of Pacifica. He soon graduated, though, to bigger things. He did a stint as a monster hunter but it didn't satisfy his bloodlust so he moved up to bigger prey. He was quickly declared an outlaw with a price put on his head. That backfired, though. The longer he endured as a hunted criminal, the more his fame grew and the more trouble-makers flocked to him. These days he has over two dozen fae, redcaps and others, fighting under his bloody rag banner; all well disciplined and out for the kill. They show no mercy in a fight, for they know they will be shown none, and for now they have not suffered a single defeat.



During the prehistoric period, the land that would become Portland was flooded after the collapse of glacial dams from Lake Missoula, in what would later become Montana. These massive floods occurred during the last ice age and filled the Willamette Valley with 300 to 400 feet (91 to 122 m) of water.[16]

Before American settlers began arriving in the 1800s, the land was inhabited for many centuries by two bands of indigenous Chinook people – the Multnomah and the Clackamas.[17] The Chinook people occupying the land were first documented in 1805 by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark.[18] Before its European settlement, the Portland Basin of the lower Columbia River and Willamette River valleys had been one of the most densely populated regions on the Pacific Coast.[18]


Large numbers of pioneer settlers began arriving in the Willamette Valley in the 1840s via the Oregon Trail, though life was originally centered in nearby Oregon City. A new settlement then emerged ten miles from the mouth of the Willamette River,[19] roughly halfway between Oregon City and Hudson’s Bay Company’s Fort Vancouver. This community was initially referred to as "Stumptown" and "The Clearing" because of the many trees cut down to allow for its growth.[20] In 1843 William Overton saw potential in the new settlement but lacked the funds to file an official land claim. For 25 cents, Overton agreed to share half of the 640-acre (2.6 km2) site with Asa Lovejoy of Boston.[21]

In 1845, Overton sold his remaining half of the claim to Francis W. Pettygrove of Portland, Maine. Both Pettygrove and Lovejoy wished to rename "The Clearing" after their respective hometowns (Lovejoy's being Boston, and Pettygrove's, Portland). This controversy was settled with a coin toss that Pettygrove won in a series of two out of three tosses, thereby providing Portland with its namesake.[1] The coin used for this decision, now known as the Portland Penny, is on display in the headquarters of the Oregon Historical Society. At the time of its incorporation on February 8, 1851, Portland had over 800 inhabitants,[22] a steam sawmill, a log cabin hotel, and a newspaper, the Weekly Oregonian. A major fire swept through downtown in August 1873, destroying twenty blocks on the west side of the Willamette along Yamhill and Morrison Streets, and causing $1.3 million in damage,[23] roughly equivalent to $29.4 million today.[24] By 1879, the population had grown to 17,500 and by 1890 it had grown to 46,385.[25] In 1888, the first steel bridge on the West Coast was opened in Portland,[26] the predecessor of the 1912 namesake Steel Bridge that survives today. In 1889, Henry Pittock's wife Georgiana, established the Portland Rose Society. The movement to make Portland a "Rose City" started as the city was preparing for the 1905 Lewis and Clark Centennial Exposition.[15]

Portland's access to the Pacific Ocean via the Willamette and Columbia rivers, as well as its easy access to the agricultural Tualatin Valley via the "Great Plank Road" (the route of current-day U.S. Route 26), provided the pioneer city with an advantage over other nearby ports, and it grew very quickly.[27] Portland remained the major port in the Pacific Northwest for much of the 19th century, until the 1890s, when Seattle's deepwater harbor was connected to the rest of the mainland by rail, affording an inland route without the treacherous navigation of the Columbia River. The city had its own Japantown,[28] for one, and the lumber industry also became a prominent economic presence, due to the area's large population of Douglas fir, western hemlock, red cedar, and big leaf maple trees.[18]

Portland developed a reputation early in its history as a hard-edged and gritty port town.[30] Some historians have described the city's early establishment as being a "scion of New England; an ends-of-the-earth home for the exiled spawn of the eastern established elite."[31] In 1889, The Oregonian called Portland "the most filthy city in the Northern States", due to the unsanitary sewers and gutters,[32] and, at the turn of the 20th century, it was considered one of the most dangerous port cities in the world.[33] The city housed a large number of saloons, bordellos, gambling dens, and boardinghouses which were populated with miners after the California Gold Rush, as well as the multitude of sailors passing through the port.[30] By the early 20th century, the city had lost its reputation as a "sober frontier city" and garnered a reputation for being violent and dangerous.[30][34]

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So, I'm not a Portland resident - have been a Portland visitor, love Powell's Books - but if you want to look at the history of how the Wyrm has been able to fester in the city, you don't have to look far.

Oregon was expressly founded with the intent of being a "whites only" state. And between that, and the long history of things that happened in between, Portland is a city with a very liberal reputation but a very low melanin count. I could go into the full history of the racist endeavors, but here are some sources:





This isn't getting into the recent street fights between factions like Patriot Prayer and antifa… which actually aren't that recent, as apparently, there was a full out street war between neo-Nazis and antifascists running through the Nineties, which is covered briefly in the Guardian source and in the Behind the Bastards episode (if you're one of those people who think antifa just slug anyone who looks vaguely Teutonic, the Behind the Bastards episode may have A Tilt, but it still covers a wide swathe of history).

If you want your game to be less "ripped from the headlines" and not touch on the territory of racism, you can duck around this - but it might provide some nice historical notes. According to Wikipedia, the Black Exclusion Laws were partially established out of fear that freed slaves would lead Native American uprisings, so there's something for the Uktena and Wendigo of Portland. And the Nineties street war could be used as one front of the big purge that led to the Swords of Heimdall being driven out of the Get of Fenris.

For potential visual inspiration, I recommend Grimm, which is six seasons of urban fantasy action and politicking that delves into the subcultures, nobility, and social groups of a bunch of beast-aspected magic people in Portland. It's also somewhat helpful for Changeling, in that regard.

Portland was the best place I ever lived, and I will miss it forever. It was surprisingly clean and I always felt weirdly safe, so you'll have to sorta grunge it up for the World of Darkness. You can always Google stuff about bars (there are so many) and restaurants (omg so many) but that isn't what you're here for).

A few things about Portland first:

The city is split up into a quadrant that is pretty simple to understand and will come in handy when running your game. East and West Portland is divided by the Willamette River. North and South Portland is separated by a large thoroughfare called Burnside Rd. An interesting tidbit about NW Portland: all of the streets are alphabetical (aka the Alphabet District): Alder, Burnside, Couch, Davis, Everett, Flanders, Glisan, Hoyt, etc. It's beautiful and historically protected.

Just because it's fun: https://www.oregonlive.com/movies/2012/05/the_simpsons_map_of_portland_w.html

The word Willamette is Native American in origin, as are many of the names of Oregonian counties and cities. Tillamook cheese, for example, is made in Oregon (and is the best cheese ever), and the city was named for the Tillamook people. Portland is in Multnomah County (Multnomah is a Chinookan tribe). There is the Clackamas County, which was a native village. The Kalapuya people are the native people that resided in the area, and many other areas in Oregon.

An offshoot, and a less pleasant one, there are several casinos in Oregon. ALL of them are on Native American reservations, because otherwise, casino gambling is illegal. This can be some inspiration for you, perhaps, when it comes to any Uktena/Wendigo stuff. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_casinos_in_Oregon

Many people don't have cars because they don't need them. I never did. Portland public transportation is insanely amazing, even if you live in the suburbs. Most jobs will give you passes for (or at least partially pay for) monthly passes to keep less cars on the road. Until around 2012, within a certain area around downtown (both sides of the river) was called Fareless Square, and people could ride the busses and light rail for free. The light rail is called MAX, and stands for Metro Area Express. It will go pretty much anywhere, including PDX (the international airport). I'll leave it to you to research MAX and the public transit yourself and figure out what lines go where to what neighborhoods if you want to get that detailed.

There is a stadium downtown called Providence Park, and the Portland Beavers are the minor league baseball team that plays there. They are one of the teams that the San Diego Padres farm from for new players. The Portland Timbers play there too (pro soccer).

Portland is, by and large, a very politically active city. There have been a lot of protests.

This has been touched on elsewhere, but I'll touch on it too. Portland can be and has been a progressive city in some ways. But there are a lot of areas that have reeked of white supremacy. There have been swathes of gentrification, outright racial violence, city policies aimed at predominantly black neighborhoods, etc.

BIGFOOT is in OREGON! Don't forget!!

Some of this next stuff may have photos and links. Also bear with me because some of my info may be out dated; it's been a while since I've been there.

The first place that came to mind when I read your post was Pioneer Courthouse Square. https://i.imgur.com/HsRSv0a.jpg

This is a giant hub of downtown, and whatever image you find of it won't do it justice. Anyone you want to find there, you can. Someone to give you a hug. Someone brandishing a weapon. Someone handing out Chick Tracts. Selling weed. Drunk or high on something. The large building there with the glass top is a visitor center where you can get info on the city, buy a bus pass, and it's also got a Starbucks.

Busses and the MAX all stop there and wait for about fifteen minutes for others to get there, so people can meet, and catch it, and then go on. It's just this huge hub of people. Business people, homeless people, kids, elderly, and no one minds the others.

Much after dark, around midnight or so, "families" of homeless will gather here. I couldn't tell you why, but that would be for you to determine. Perhaps they're sharing what they've found, perhaps just to talk.

When I lived there, there was a large contingent of "street kids". Meaning young adults that would panhandle and then come together late at night and not bother anyone. They often had animals, friendly animals, and would often ask for food rather than money.

Next: Portland Saturday Market https://i.imgur.com/7AcHV4T.jpg

There is a fountain called Skidmore Fountain, that is near the waterfront/waterfront park (which I'll get to in a bit). It is a vast and beautiful collection of vendors of all sorts of things. To try to explain what it is and what you could buy there is impossible.

This would be a wonderful place for both Gnawers and CoG. Gnawers, because right above it is the Portland Rescue Mission, which is located right before the Burnside bridge (on the West side of down town - more on the Mission coming soon), and so there are many of the folks that stay at the mission that collect under the bridge for shelter, shade, or just to panhandle.

The energy at this market is so friendly and amazing. There isn't any high pressure to purchase, there's a lot of art, and a lot of people just eager to share what they've made. This would be, in my opinion, a GREAT place to introduce a fae night market if you wanted to. Or mages. Or a way to get fetishes. OR WHATEVER.

Next: The Portland Rescue Mission https://i.imgur.com/vLpGuqv.jpg

This is really self explanatory, to be honest. It's right near downtown. RIGHT by waterfront park (again, getting there). There are stairs leading down under the Burnside Bridge, down where Saturday Market is, so it all just mixes nicely.

Next: Old Town Chinatown] https://i.imgur.com/3BHTU7m.jpg

I'm going to be honest. I should have gone there, but I never ever did. I was too afraid to because I never spoke the language and I didn't want to offend. But it's there and it's beautiful and prominent. The statues were always so terrifying! You can honestly do whatever you want to with this, I have no earthly idea.

Next: Waterfront Park https://i.imgur.com/dVPvzUB.jpg

Okay so this would have been easily found by Google, but I HAD to talk about this because this area is one of the most important in Portland, easily. This is where many festivals are held. Brew fests. Jazz festivals. Celebrations. There are fountains. There are SO many bridges. There was a floating sidewalk built across a couple of them so people could walk a circuit, and people do all the time.

I'm really unsure what to say about Waterfront Park. I want to say it's "safe". But this is the danger of the place, right? I can't tell you how many times I walked here alone, a female, around 5'2, and never got hurt. This is at 10pm, 11pm. This city is a weird one. But this is when I say, the "good" isn't always good. The "good" can be coming from something far worse than anything "bad".

Other things:

I urge you to look up more about the Burnside Skate Park, the International Rose Test Garden, Washington Park is where you'd look for the Japanese Garden, Hoyt Arboretum, Oregon Zoo, stuff like that. There is amphitheater could easily be used for something. The arboretum is perfect for a caern, really, and I'll leave you to look that up, because when it comes to looking at that and personalizing a caern to your players, that's something you want to do yourself.

Next: Old Town Chinatown] https://i.imgur.com/3BHTU7m.jpg

I'm going to be honest. I should have gone there, but I never ever did. I was too afraid to because I never spoke the language and I didn't want to offend. But it's there and it's beautiful and prominent.

Damn shame your fear of being 'offensive' kept you from engaging with cultures other than your own.

The statues were always so terrifying!

Then again those statues are there to protect their people from harmful spiritual influences😜

I lived in Portland for sixteen years. My love was in Portland. My band was in Portland. If I could, I would still be in Portland. Portland is a vampire. She's a Toreador if there ever was one.

I mean it: it's The Rose City. City of Roses. It made money by being the place where lumberjacks went for recreation. Want to know which Urge Wyrm is dominant in Portland? It's Karnala. Lust. Lust for consumption, lust for being hipper than thou, and all the plainer versions of lust. There are more strip clubs in Portland per capita than any other city or town of the USA. Portland seduces you. Whatever you want, it has. You like rum? Go to Salvador Molly's. There's Lovecraft's which is a Cthulhu themed bar (my favorite stomping ground, once upon a dream). Portland will happily accept money until you have no money left, and then it will evict you in favor of the next rich kid.

You'll meet wonderful, beautiful, weird people in Portland. I miss so many friends, even as toxic as things could be. The LARP scene was cruel and murderous, the music/punk scene was treacherous and preening, and the politics there was a basket of snakes.

Portland was a city where I marched with thousands through downtown to protest against the Iraq War and saw my friend, who was dressed as Uncle Sam at the time, get shot in the face with a beanbag round by a police lieutenant. Who later became the police chief of West Linn, but also got some infamy interim when all of those photos of him dressed up in nazi uniforms turned up in Willamette Week. Yes Lt. Krueger, I remember you….

"Bohemian Like Me" by Dandy Warhols and "Losing My Edge" by LCD Soundsystem are the true theme songs of the city. And of course, there's also Loretta Lynn's "Portland OR". A troop of country cow-girls line dancing with rainbow flags on Pride day. That's Portland.

The street kids and the black bloc/antifa have their own cant, their own circuits. I had friends that gave me glimpses into these networks. There's also Freemasons, and this shadow network of semi-closeted really rich gay men. And the Patriot Prayer have their own set of bars to. Your bar and your cafe really say a lot about where you stand and who you stand with in Portland. All the lawyer's make their deals at Hubers. The far edge of the Kremlin used to be The Red and Black Coffee Collective. Once upon a dream I discussed polls and politics with Kulongoski and Bragdon at the Rose and Raindrop. John Kroeger (former attorney general) used to hold his seminar courses for his favorite law students at Saburo's and Koji Osakaya. Dante's is for the failed fringes of the entertainment complex, the almost weres of the Burlesque scene; the Boiler Room is where the comedians practice. You could meet the satanists at Lovecraft. I'd say that for a Portland chronicle, an important stat to define each character's preferred bar and cafe.

As Trollthumper has said, Portland and Oregon also has a long deep history of white supremacy. The governor of Oregon was a KKK member, as was at least one police chief.

I can tell you from an insider's view on both sides of the criminal justice that Portland is swirling with organized crime. Russian and Ukrainian Mob does a lot of business. There used to be a pretty large Coyote/trafficking network called Los Cien Fuegos. There used to be a pretty considerable Tong presence in Chinatown, but like the Mafia, most of their operations consist of laundering via unprofitable restaurants (there's a reason that crappy steakhouse on 42nd and Woodstock stuck around)….laundromats and shitty apartment complexes are the order of the day, rather than loan sharking and extortion.

Read Robert Donelly's The Dark Rose. Diamond Joe Quimby from The Simpsons was based off of Diamond Jim Purcell, a former police chief, who was the main enforcer for Jim Elkins, the mafia boss in Portland. That's right, back in the 50s, the chief enforcer of the mafia WAS the chief of the Portland police burea.

And don't think it's gotten better with Chief Outlaw. Danielle Outlaw. She got her start with the Oakland PD, she learned her business and is solidly behind the blue line before and above any other line or loyalty. She's not corrupt. She IS fascist. Read up on Lieutenant Jeff Niiya's dealings with alt-right folks.

Ted Wheeler…. I remember him back in the day, when his slogan was "Run Teddy Run". He's a well to do Sellwood guy… much better than Charlie Hales, to be sure, and got the endorsement of a lot of people I know and trust and have worked with. His real expertise is fiscal policy… he used to talk endlessly about Norway's sovereign wealth fund, that sort of thing. I'd say his real passion is for keeping the school system funded. As mayor, in the wake of 2018, relations between City Hall and the PPB are at an all time low.

The Green Room, scarily enough, seems all too real for me. My band has done gigs in places that had the look and feel of that movie. Places out in Clackamas, Wilsonville, Estacada…. not fun. There is a toxic streak in Portland's geek community, among the Renaissance Faire folks, among the people who play Vampire… let's just say that "Secret Hitler" is not just a board game in Portland. People will surprise you. People will break your goddamned heart if you let them.

There's the dirt. For all of the trashing I'm doing, I miss Portland with all my heart. The happiest moments of my life were when I lived in Portland. My life since Portland has been a dry and empty shadow. There was a moment, back in 2012, where the dreams were just a quarter inch from my fingertips. When my band was going to open for Kris Novoselic, where I was going to work in city hall for the next mayor, where I was going to publish my first book, where I was going to propose to the most wonderful woman I have ever met. I achieved one of those dreams. I lost all the rest. And the dream I reached now strikes me as a bad and bitter joke.

Portland was my muse, my neverland, my Erewhon and Terabinthea. Portland let me make believe that I was a crusading attorney, a punk rock demagogue, a secret magician learning the arts of Sacred Architecture, a louche poet maudite… when I was young and stupid. My wildling years were Portland; now, I am Undone, and the glamour is but the faintest dream. My heroin and my heart. I'm just a ghost now, even as I breathe, without what that town was to me.

Sorry. Got a lot wrapped in there. But there was such adventure, to be plugged into the beat and the pulse of that city, at that time, the times that inspired Grimm and Portlandia. It truly is a wainscotted city, where nobody is quite what they seem.

PSU, Lewis and Clark, Reed College. I went to all three at one point or another. PSU is your most conventional university, the most like other universities. Lewis and Clark is the most gaian…. I'd say it's a Glass Walker Caern. Did you know that Lewis and Clark Law School is America's best law school for environmental law? I studied with Pete McGinley. Did you know that the Columbia slough is deeply contaminated with PCB and mercury from Monsanto? Did you know the Arkema plant is a superfund site? Did you know that Vanport, the second largest city in Oregon, vanished in day? Did you know that when it rains hard, and the river is clear, people still see the undead walking the streets? Did you know Portland was a sunset town? These things, I know.

Did you know that the Timberline Lodge is the Overlook hotel? That a ghost of a suicide plays jazz piano in the Prexy? Did you know that more than 130 people have died on Mount Hood? That there is lake there that the Multnomah shunned, for it was said to be a lake that hid a kingdom of the dead? That the Lovejoy received the deeds of Willamette easily, for the Multnomah shunned the valley as a place of sickness?

The werewolves, it was said, hung out at the Witch's castle in forest park. The Owner of the Casa Diablo (and Dante's) is actually a satanist. The OTO has a presence in Portland. Polybius (the urban legend) took place at the arcade that is now Ground Kontrol. Powell's is very selective in who they employ. There are rarer book rooms than the rare book room, at Powell's, but the manager only allows in those that have been vouched for. I have only glimpsed the 'high roller' room- sort of a holy grail for bibliophiles- Powell's doesn't just do business at the low paperback end, they're also like a Sotheby's for the rare stuff, books that move for $50,000 or more….

Rumors used to go that the Maitre D of the Pied Cow was Khmer Rouge in another life. That cafe is literally a haunted mansion. Sometimes, the smoke from the water pipes and the flames would dance in such queer figures.

I'd peg Lewis and Clark for the werewolves, and Reed for the fae. Reed College is it's own little insulated bubble of reality running parallel to the rest of the world. Time can work differently there. I used to work with a transcendental meditation group there. One of the legends of Reed is the Tibetan Snow Monkey, which haunts the canyons and feeds on Cleavies (Cleveland High School Students). I am actually one of the minor legends of Reed College. My friend Moose is one of the greater legends (only man to serve as both Pope and Anti-Pope of Reed College, to my knowledge), and my RA, Thor, was an even greater legend (The Chair Breaker! Scourge of Chvnk). Portland has biker gangs. I don't mean motorcycles, I mean violent dangerous bicyclists, in gangs. The dorm mom, Michelle, used to cosplay as the sexiest Cthulhu that I've ever seen.

The cabal backing the Acropolis are the True Epicureans. No really, they're Epicureans. In the WoD, I'd peg them for Cult of Ecstasy.

The apocalypse came and left in the Pacific Northwest. It happened in 1700. Giant Tsunami, look it up. White people didn't conquer Northern Oregon so much as they inherited it.

Weirder still- Beaverton was named in part from the inspiration of Multnomah legends of a giant beaver. Before Beaverton, it was the giant Beaver swamp. The military industrial complex was once big in Hillsboro. They built bombers there. Columbia Helicopters, FLIR. I knew people at both, a witch and .. well I shan't breach the oaths of fidelity to my brethren of my lodge, though I doubt he's still alive.

Masons built the grid, I'll have you know that. The Rosy Cross was strong and had a string of churches across Hollywood. The Hollywood Theatre has ghosts, or at least, the ghost gos to the balconies to watch movies there. Prince Hall had their pyramids in Alberta. There's a bar on Division that would certainly be Setite, were this the World of Darkness.

Heron Lake Golf Course was built over a superfund site, rich in tar and DDT.

When the skeletons walk their patrol at Science Research building at PSU, your best advice is to take the Shanghai tunnels to escape.

Not just the Shanghai tunnels. Houses and bars all over town have speakeasy tunnels and dumbwaiters. I know you could go from my keyboardist's basement to a back closet at The Hutch.

Baghdad Theater is haunted also. Though possibly by a Djinn. She might have been a Djinn. Didn't seem dead.

There was a really, really bad thing, down at 182nd, in Tigard, in one of the corporate parks. I ran away and never went back. No really serious time here not joking do not fucking linger around the corporate park near the Xerox building. This really is an IRL warning, not game bullshit genuine occult in this world badness, serious astral danger malevolent entity corroborated by a well versed friend of mine. Hopefully it's not there but seriously no DO NOT GO NEAR THERE. Place near the Terwilliger bends on I-5, just off the freeway. Hope it was temporary.

Lighter fare: Giant Beavers, Jackalopes, and Batsquatches, oh my! What's a Batsquatch? It's a rarity of Mount St Helens, flying Sasquatches that live in the thermal vents of the volcano.

The secret economy of Portland is humans. I'm not even talking about the Shanghai tunnels now, though they were real. Disposable women. The pimps used to concentrate south of PDX air port, in the neighbordhoods around 130th. Wake them up with meth, put them to sleep with oxy, take their earnings from doing live sex shows in the trailers and places like that one next to DV8 on Foster.

Astoria is Innsmouth. The Sea holds the town.

The Alibi, The White Eagle, both have their ghosts. And there are secret ways to enter and leave both those bars, I know, the KJs have shown me.

McMenamin's Edgefield was the poor farm. A Black Shuck yet roams there.

Shun Wilsonville. The Asylum was there. Just as bad as Danvers was. In some ways worse. The Inspiration for Ken Kesey. The banality is palpable there. Working in Wilsonville made me sick. No really, I couldn't hold down a job at a firm there, the place made me ill and gave me bronchitis. Dammasch. Damage, the patients and nurses called it. Ask how I know. Don't go there. They're building apartments there now. The fools. So many wires and so many shocks, so many eyes burnt to deadness, so many abortions forced on the women who were raped there, over and over… if you had a mistress you didn't like you'd have her committed to Dammasch. The orderlies would have their way but so would you, until the syphilis went to far. "I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.". Keruoac did a stretch in Dammasch.

Shun Umatilla. That love I spoke about, she was sort of a 'serial girlfriend'. She dated a guy who was an officer there. Umatilla, Black Butte mine, that one small islet in the harbor area- if there were Wyrm caerns, those would be the places. The River Keepers warned me about that island. Worst of the lot, hardest to remediate.

Phil Knight is a technocrat if ever there was one.

My father had a role in designing Yucca Mountain, and advising on the storage tanks at Hanford. Hanford is a bomb waiting to go off. The industry of the town is now a war against radiation. Hanford is America's Chernobyl. One day a spill will poison the whole Columbia river, and then all of Northern Oregon and Southern Washington will have to abandon the land, or perish. A lot of my band's songs were inspired by thoughts about Hanford.

Dreams. There are butterflies in the Rhody garden. Blue herons in the Reed College Canyon. The best oracle I knew was a hippy dealing tarot at the Saturday Market.

The Crystal Ballroom has a special floor, specially engineered. When you dance, the floor dances back. Once upon a time, I twirled to Gogol Bordello there, with my love, she was in a purple dress. One time, I saw Devo. One time, They Might Be Giants led a congo line that danced across the floor.

Pittock mansion is heavily warded and guarded. Pretty much topic security on the arcane level. Like the Winchester Mansion if somebody knew what they were doing. Tremere, if it was WoD. Seems like a good chantry choice.

Redmond, Benson, Fort Stevens. At the Benson, leave a scotch out, it's the best way to talk to the woman in the turqoise dress. Merryground at Candy Cane Park. You will hear screams from the St. John's bridge.

Did I warn you about the skeletons at PSU? I have now. You're warned. Heed.

I swear, McMenamins are like sterilizers. They buy up all the haunted places and make them into wine tasting areas. Suppression? Gentrification as ghostbusting?

Multnomah Falls are sacred. A princess sacrificed herself, and saved her people from the scourges. The reasons why the Tillamook was empty, why the Willamette valley was shunned. Why Portland was so easy for the taking is that it was unwanted by those who knew.

Tre Arrow. Eco terrorist. Harder core than thou.

Cameron Whitten is a saint and I will not suffer any to speak ill of him. Great guy.

Tom Mureau. The mob stabbed him to death for counterfeiting concert tickets unapproved at the Roseland, wrapped his corpse in mic cables, stuffed him into an sound equipment trunk, weighed the trunk down with broken marshall amps and mic stands, and dumped his body in the Willamette. Tom's still angry about that, and he keeps a low profile these days. He's still a Reedie though. Bond of the Doyle Owl, stronger than oak. If you had seen the owl, you'd know. I have touched the owl. One of my friends even housed the owl. At a Rush concert, I saw the Owl. It was in the rafters, manifest, flying about. They say the Owl was in an INXS music video in the eighties. The Owl gets about.

As for the Beaver, which also disappeared, that, like the Tibetan Snow Monkey, remains one of the great mysteries of Reed. Much like what is behind the Dante Door. That's what you might call a verge. I've been through the Dante Door, but only once, in the depths of my Thesis. Not so bad as one might think, but I wouldn't recommend it.

Heathman. Rooms ending in 3. Good place to work, if a working is what you ready, if you know what I mean.

Darcelle is another legend. As is Rocket, though of different scenes. Storm Large, where are you now?

Tanuki seems like a spot for Henge Yokai.

Cool kids get the special sessions at Astro Bowling. The ones with the bowling balls that don't follow the laws of physics.

Make sure to write your wish on the wishing tree. Handwrite. The better your calligraphy the better. I didn't. Missed opportunity now.

An old alien stowed his ufo on Collins beach, disguised as a graffitied ship boat. You don't just have werewolves and sasquatches and ghosts and faeries in Portland. You have aliens too.

There's a cabal of polynesian fire dancers. And another of gnomes. The Santa Clauses only get together once a year to get drunk and riot. I've seen the face of the man that is the Unipiper.

Get drunk at the movies and light your coffee on fire and then drink it and then sing karaoke with a stripper who will strip to karaoke. Drink from the chocolate waterfal fountain.

At the Pied Cow there's a thing called "Doing the Round". Smoke from the Hookah. Drink Kavah. Order a Try This If You Dare, wash it down with a Triple Espresso Float, then bribe the guy (the guy, I mentioned him earlier, right) for the special mead menu. At that point, you will be on your way. Have fun!

Forget about the Portlandia statue. That's just steel. It's the Teddy Roosevelt statue, and the Stag, that have arcane significance.

Check the books at Powell's. And at the Thesis Tower. The books that people don't buy are on the shelves for a reason. You'll find a post-it, or a twenty dollar bill with a cypher written upon it. Different cabals use different topics and shelves. They're drop points. All sort of networks. You get crossed wires, which can be awful, but it's also one of the ways people network with people, if you know what I mean. It's the speed dating/ chat roulette of occult Portland.

If you want to make money, just run a food truck. Turf wars are vicious though. All sorts of foodie mafias.

Desperate young (female) things go to the Golden Dragon for work. Not the most functional work environment, but the money floats like goldfish there.

It is an established rule of Portland that everybody has a band, or an art room, or a novel, or a pet conspiracy. The key is figuring out which one to ask about, but if you can grok that, you're golden. Everybody. EVERYBODY. Seriously, ask the Bane about his band. Ask the Pentex guy about his detective novel. Even the Dauntain have their Environmental Impact Reports and lameass Harry Potter fanfics and shit. Nobody in this town lacks a project. NOBODY.

Biker gangs: ZooBombers, ChVnk 666, Edelwiss Pirates Fixies Local Critical Mass

Paxton's Gate runs a sideline in cryptozoological taxidermy. You can sell your dead Jackalopes, Graymalkins, and Witch-Crows there.

A lei freely and spontaneously given from the Alibi, outside the Alibi, is a mark of acceptance and tolerance, among some people I know. Let's just say that I had friends who used to bounce at Ember's and The Escape and leave it at that.

Stark's- Etheric? They have manuals for brands that may not have existed. If you need a repair-man for your smell-o-vision, or your 20 hyperwatt radar range, inquire at Stark's Vacuum Repairs for the Serviceman.

The Grotto, Rhody Gardens,

It's "COOCH" street, not "Couch". WILL-a-mette, not will-a-MET. Or-eh-Gun, not Or-a-GONE. We drink pop, or maybe soda, not coke. It is a legal requirement to eat at a Burgerville at least once in order to be a native Oregonian. You will never been a native Oregonian. I llived half of my adult life and was never naturalized. The natives know their own, a secret code of Grant and Cleveland and Beavertronians. Beaverton= Beavertronians.

Oregon Fair, never went, still a regret. Not pagan enough, to uptight and Hermetic. My love, she went every year. Unrequired. Love was like a tesseract lusting after a Sothian sphere. Never would have worked always dream. Oh, would you look at my glossolalia. Like Joyce, Bedlam boys, merry Bedlam boys. The Karaoke from Hell band.

Names are fluid the lower you go. Lilith becomes Donnie. I knew a Storm and a Strike and a Skittles, once upon a dream.

Voodoo donuts is just a front to fund Tres Shannon's Karaoke from Hell Band. Only tourists eat at Voodoo's now. There are better donuts for those who know.

Reed College has the only private nuclear reactor in America. To help with the readiness drills, I was once selected to act as one of the make believe terrorists.

Reed has secret orders but no fraternities. Forgotten now is the glory that was Glo Opera. Renn Faire was once quite the thing, belive me. You had the Black Lodge for trippers, the White Lodge for uppers, the Green Lodge- guess, Blue Lodge straight edge, Red Lodge het poly, Purple was queer poly. At dawn, the four armies stripped and painted themselves before charging, screaming, through the dorms. Picts (blue), copts (orange), goths (black), and celts (green). I'll just say this, there was once a certain day where Eastmoreland was filled with naked people covered in body paint wrestling and playing tag with one another. It really is a thing to suddenly be naked with all your classmates from Hum. It really is another thing, that first day of spring sunlight, when every girl on campus takes her clothes off. Nostalgia for a wasted youth. We learned the Romans and we lived like Romans. Once I was selected to be the Bacchus, they paid me in wine and I was attended by Maenads throughout, I wore a leopard for a cloak.

Portland is Magical. This Portland. In our world. Or perhaps, the Portland that was, not so long ago. It is worth living for, dieing for. For all of my past criticism's I will defend Portland. You should go to Portland. You shall not see below the surface, you won't learn the secret corridors, but if you want to depict it in your game, you need to go there.

The Sabbat has just recently made their presence known in the Portland. Before 2009 the Sabbat had made no envoys into The Cage.

Since the Carthian Revolution and the night of terror that happened when the power structure changed the Sabbat has been strangely silent.

Founded a little over a century and a half ago, Portland has always been a destination for those wishing to change their fate. Mortal pioneers and entrepreneurs have looked to Portland as a city where they can start over. Vampires are no different. Portland, small and remote, gives many Kindred a chance to thrive which other cities don't. 
But all is not well in the City of Roses. The city's Sabbat heritage isn't entirely forgotten, and the Setites scheme to overthrow the Camarilla Prince. For her part, the Prince struggles to rule a city with such a low mortal population - and thus a low blood supply for her people. 
Rose City By Night includes:
The supernatural history of Portland: How the city began as Kyle Strathcona's vision for a Montreal of the West, and turnd into something much different.  A catalog of the Damned: The Prince, the Anarch just across the river in Vancouver, the Thin Blood leader on a disputed island, and nearly a dozen more Story characters.  A living buffet: Twenty mortal victims available to be preyed upon by hungry vampires, each with their own complication if the hunt goes awry.  Two new skills and one new Thaumaturgical ritual, all revolving around a vampire's obsession with blood.  Blood and Vitae: A chapter which goes further into hunting, feeding and territory. Rules for attacking Herds, patrolling and poaching are included; as well as a system for tracking the available blood in a given neighborhood.  As the Blood Flows: What happens when the blood supply of an already strained city gets profoundly disrupted? In this starting adventure, player characters have the chance to learn just that… and decide how to use that chaos to their best advantage.  Find out what blood costs in Rose City by Night. 

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