Blades in the Dark - A Fine Fat Wakefish

It is the year 847 in Duskvol and a fine year it is for the sprawling port city. Shipments of anas soil are late again, leading to yet another declaration of conservation by the Lord Governor. The Ink Rakes scribble incessantly about the regular protests amongst dock workers. Even in the most lusty taverns, deep down in the russula mists and beer foam, whispers of spiritualism rise daily. All the while, Bluecoats count their coins and nudge for even greater shares of “protection” money. To most it is a troubling time, but to you it is a fine wakefish ready to be reeled, scaled, and gutted.

You are a scoundrel. Likely no family and a few eels away from having the ol’ ribs meet the spine. In Duskol, the time is ripe for a opportunist such as yourself. We will play to see how things turn out for you and your gang of plucky bastards. Will you make it out rich or become just another bloated face floating along the Dosk river?

Time is a placeholder, so we can start sooner and can discuss different times if necessary (still needs to be on Sunday).