Welcome to Harrowmire, my friend. Just arrived have you? I’ve seen your kind before; more than you might expect. Let me guess, something drives you, pushes you to pit yourself against the things that lurk in the shadows, doesn’t it? I would wager that’s what has brought you to the Cursed City. You’ve had some experience of the darkness before, haven’t you? Some chance encounter that left you forever changed and put you on this path.
You’ll need to have an edge, if you wish to survive here though. Since the Night of Madness this city… it is a dangerous place. What is your edge? Skill at arms? Luck? Or is it something more… occult in nature?
And what of Harrowmire? A decaying city, scourged by plague and filled with monsters, walled off from the rest of the Empire. And yet people still flock to the Cursed City thanks to the Bitter Sacrament, an alchemical drug that grants eternal youth. It is a dark place, where only the strong survive and those who succumb are twisted into wretched abominations.
Prepare yourself Hunter, for the night draws in and the moon hangs low…