gothic dark fantasy · victorian setting · plague · faction war · horror · survival · amnesia · fire magic · monsters
Fog coils over the lifeless stones of the Gloomhaven cemetery. A figure drags itself from an open coffin, disoriented and helpless. From the shadow of a mausoleum steps a dwarf in a battered top hat and a soiled cloak, a shovel gripped in his hands. His rasping voice slices the silence. 'I was rather hoping you wouldn't wake up...' He looks you over with a mocking glint, introducing himself as the gravedigger and suggesting they've quite clearly lost their mind. Should you trust this strange, self-appointed savior?