In spite of all the horrors and trevails that beset the shattered world of Doaden, mankind yet persists. By force of will, strange pacts or wild ingenuity, mortalkind faces the endless dark.

The souls of the dead do not rest easy. Whether it be by necromantic ritual, ancient hates, or strange parasite, the animate corpses of the lost rise to reclaim what was theirs.

In the wake of the Cataclysm, all manner of hungering evils have arisen. Though deeply varied in nature, they all share the same prey - mortalkind.

Beyond the meagre palisades of civilisation, the Wilds spread and span across Doaden, each corner filled with terrors from the mundane to the manic.

Wonders and horrors alike, borne from beyond the veil and drawn to the roiling and untapped power that suffuses the shattered world of Doaden.

Mighty Allstein, the city amongst the skies. A font of technological wonders, or so the surface dwellers believe. Amongst those lofty spires is a realm of smog, foulness and just as much deprivation as that below.