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It is the year 847 of the Imperium which united the shattered islands of the cataclysm under one rule. The unquiet spirits of the dead, free to roam the world since the gates of death were shattered in the cataclysm, prey on every living thing in the blasted deadlands between cities.

The port of Doskvol, like every city-stronghold of the Imperium, is encircled by crackling lightning-towers which create an electrical barrier that spirits cannot pass. By law, all corpses are incinerated with electroplasm (to destroy the spirit essence within). However, wealthy citizens, heretics of the spirit cults, and the criminal element
often arrange for a spirit to escape destruction at the crematorium. Rogue spirits and the illegal spirit essences derived from them are rich trade for the black market.

The docks of Doskvol, on the cold, windswept northern tip of Akoros, are home port for the titanic iron steamships of leviathan hunters. The blood of those massive demons is the catalyst which gives potency to the plasmic oils which power the city. The noble elite make their fortunes from the fleets of leviathan hunters they deploy on the ink-dark waters of the Void Sea.



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