Synopsis: The Shadowplague Requiem

Calael Kari, formerly one of the greatest cities in the world, is a cesspool of filth and scum. The Great Cataclysm has come and gone, leaving the world a broken, hollowed-out shell of its former glory. During the day, pickpockets and beggars roam the street, taking easy prey, but all preparing for the night. For the hunt.

For when night descends on Calael Kari, the pickpockets and beggars are replaced by the murderers, the rapists and the thieves. The clever disguise is replaced with the sharpened knife, and the theft of money becomes the theft of life.

It has been that way for decades on Calael Kari, City of Lost Hope. The Gods have turned a blind eye to this pool of sin. They have turned their backs on it. Their priests and healers are gone, their convents and monasteries ruins and hideouts for thieves and murderers.

But the city has not conquered one man who yet lives within its blood-stained walls. The City of Lost Hope has yet one single man who still holds on to his hope, his light.

Sierra Nocturne still stands. A former Captain of the Faceless Legion, the army that protected Calael Kari in its heyday, Sierra wields his shimmering scimitar and black armor within the walls of the doomed city. Known as Lone Wolf for the magical ring that sits upon his right hand, Sierra lives on willpower and the magic of the ring. A disease is destroying his body, a disease he received in an effort to defend the innocent. The Shadowplague. Sierra considers it a worthwhile price: his life for the lives of all the innocents of Calael Kari.

But are there any innocents within the walls of the City of Lost Hope? Or is the Lone Wolf, in his black cloak and armor, a dark silhouette wielding a shimmering silver blade, the lonely pillar against the armies of selfishness and evil, deceiving himself? Is this his requiem?

Is this The Shadowplague Requiem?