Welcome to Westgate

Long ago, merchants from distant lands filled its harbors, and gold flowed as freely as wine — but time, as it does, has a way of curdling mortal splendor.

Today its bones are old stone and salt-worn docks, and bargains are struck beneath every lantern's glow. Here, hoarded secrets, owed favour, and unspoken truths are the true measure of power — although coin certainly helps.

Westgate is a city ever-balanced on a blade's edge, built upon decaying decadence. The masked and nameless guilds clot the veins of the city with their greed and cruelty. Noble houses cling to fading legacies as their bloodlines tangle with curses, ambition, and desperation. Old cults and buried powers hold the Undergate by its throat. Beneath it all, antediluvian things begin to stir — patient, watchful, and hungry.

“To walk Westgate's streets is to wager your soul in a game of chance.”

Every alley offers opportunity, yet each carries a price. While some come seeking fortune or power, others arrive hoping to disappear — and indeed they do, for in these boulevards you are lucky to merely survive. In Westgate, few leave unchanged… and fewer still leave at all.

Welcome to Westgate. Mind the shadows.