Drakkenheim is gone. The Weave is shattered. The old gods are silent. The new ones are not.

Civil wars and strife run rampant throughout the wider continent as civilisation collapses following the Eldritch Storm that rained down from the heavens and ravaged the capital, Drakkenheim, fifteen years ago. The city now stands as a dismal, urban wasteland contaminated by nightmarish creatures and a thick, veiling haze. Rumour says that inside those forgotten streets still lays the capital’s lost knowledge, wealth and secrets. Those who are fool enough to enter the city rarely return, and those who do are forever changed by its horrors. Those who unlock its secrets though could alter their fates, and perhaps the fate of the entire continent.

The motto of Drakkenheim is simple: “Stick together, or die alone”.