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The Rogues of Blackwater
Whether born into it or an unfortunate transplant, whether native to the Scharde Islands or from the mainland of Immoren, whether human or one of many other options: the population of the city of Blackwater is as diverse as it is malicious. For some, that is the maliciousness of the cutthroat gangs and pirate crews that call the city home. For some that is the opressive malice of the Cryxian overlords that rule the Scharde Islands. And for yet others it is the casual cruelty of the necromechanikal experimentation. For in the Nightmare Empire, not even death is an assured relief from suffering as either or both of your corpse or soul will go to fueling the ambitions of the dragon-god Toruk or one of the Lick Lords that rule your world. The city of Blackwater, for what reason of fortune, is your home. What will you do with that fact?In this den of iniquity where necrotechs skulk in corners looking for their next project and the black cloud of nearby Skell literally casts the shadow of the land's rulers over the city, you have found one another. Together, through hard work, you've forged a small haven in the typhoon of disaster that is so much of life around you. Bolstered by your small cohort, you survive. Not thrive, just... barely... survive. For now. But you have ambition, drive, a goal. Or maybe you just want to watch the world burn? Perhaps you are a zealot or a disillusioned gunslinger? Maybe you are even an aspirant to being the next monster birthed by Cryx? Whatever the cause, your and your gang find yourself needing to make coin and scratch a living. What will you do? How far will you go? What lines will you cross? And will you ever come back from it?