Setting

850 years of no Sun. 850 years of terrors and monsters. The dead do not remain so. The living wish they were not. Each day is filled with fear and the snapping of bones. 

850 years ago, a god took the sky, brought into this world by the death of a martyr, and opened the way for all manner of creatures and monsters to hunt and destroy as they wished. Gone are the days of peace and leisure. Gone are the homes that promised safety and protection. We must fend for ourselves, the strongest of our number banding together to fight the dark. Through sheer determination we have established footholds in the world and used our skills to build and repair what we can. 

In our desperation, we sold ourselves to those monsters that offered to keep us safe and buy us time to rebuild. Vampires, fey, even those very same creatures who wreaked havoc then offered to take us in. And we let them. None can go out in the world without some form of protection. Offers of patronage are not uncommon, though their prices seem steep. A vampire may offer their fortune and services at the cost of blood. A fey may offer to guide if only you hand over what seems the most meaningless trifle. Spirits lend their aid in exchange for concluding their business amongst the living. Darker things still can be heard whispering from the shadows, offering power and safety if only you say yes. 

This world is not without hope though. Connections are being built between those few holdouts of civilization. Expeditions into the world are finding success more and more often. We are healing. We are surviving, even thriving. But we need you. You are the hope we find ourselves clinging to. You are the chance for a future we can look forward to, and the cure for a past we are frightened by and ashamed of. 

Please…be our light in the dark.

• most light is during the middle of the night when there is a double moon phenomenon